Lin Yun smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he could clearly feel that many people looked at him with other scents.
After all, he "breaked" the Burning Flame Sword before, and the psychological impact he caused to everyone remains.
The picture was as beautiful as a painting. The Burning Flame Sword, which was close to the Thousand Pattern Holy Soldier, was broken in front of everyone, leaving only the bare hilt.
It is inevitable that people will think too much, the Thunder Sword will not break again, right?
Lin Yun murmured in his heart, these people might be looking forward to him breaking the Thousand Thunder Sword.
He was right. When the Eight Evil Soul Locking Array was lifted, everyone couldn't help but think of this.
On the flying platform, Zhao Yan and others looked at it with great interest. The Fen Yan sword was broken abruptly before, which made many people not understand it.
Now that the Thousand Thunder Sword has appeared, you can't miss any details.
"The Thousand Thunder Sword must have been broken, right?" Gong Haoran smiled and started to tease him.
Zhao Yan glared at him and said, "Crow's mouth, you'd better say less."
The Fen Yan Sword cannot be compared with the Thousand Thunder Sword. No matter how powerful a hundred-patterned holy soldier is, it is still a hundred-patterned holy soldier. The value of the Thousand-patterned holy soldier is very different, not to mention that it is the Thousand-patterned holy soldier of the Mo clan. It is hard to guarantee that the existence above the Dragon Vein Realm will not be moved.
It should be said that I was already moved, and I had countless messages just now, and I didn’t know how many people were hiding outside the Feng family.
"Don't worry, the Thousand Thunder Sword cannot be broken, so I'll just make a joke." Gong Haoran smiled and felt that the Thousand Thunder Sword could not be broken deep inside.
Besides, Lin Yun had no reason to break him.
Lin Yun stood in the middle of the square, and many discussions were inevitable.
It seems that these people have determined that the Fen Yan Sword was deliberately broken by him just to give the Feng family a warning.
"Haha, these rustic guys are really unaware of it. Lin Yun, go and break the Thousand Thunder Swords and let them know how powerful your broken sword body is!" The emperor's voice came into his ears with a smile in the Zi Yuan sword box.
Lin Yun was too lazy to talk and ignored her.
In fact, no one stipulated that he had to pull out this sword. The Burning Flame Sword before was quite special.
Feng Xuanzi wanted to show off and forced Lin Yun to try the sword so that the world could know what kind of famous sword he had forged.
Lin Yun now has his own considerations, and he still has some understanding of his broken sword body. Now he can find some rules. The higher the quality of the sword, the longer it will break.
A poor quality sword will be broken directly when held in your hand.
Like the Burning Flame Sword, it was actually broken after a break, and he thought that the broken sword body had failed.
If it was the Thousand Thunder Sword, it might last longer.
Let's try it out and see if your thoughts are right. This sword is not his.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with bringing the old man a sword hilt back.
Lin Yun's eyes flashed, and when he thought of this, he had no burden in his heart.
Whoosh!
He rose up in the sky and flew towards the Thousand Thunder Sword above the pool like lightning.
In front of everyone, while breathing, he held the Qianlei Sword's scabbard on his left hand.
An ancient aura came to my face, the years were endless and the vicissitudes of life. Before I could draw my sword out of the sheath, Lin Yun could imagine that this must be a peerless sword, far above the Burning Flame Sword.
Lin Yun had already made up his mind. After looking at it for a moment, he held his right hand on the hilt of the sword and pulled it up hard.
Buzz!
But as a result, Lin Yun showed a difficult look on his face, but his sword body was not moving at all, and there was no intention of being unsheathed.
"What's going on?"
"Does this sword still have to recognize the master?"
"Lin Yun seems to have not been recognized by this sword. Is it because of his low cultivation? With his sword skills, it is impossible for him to be recognized..."
Suddenly, an uproar erupted everywhere, and everyone's eyes showed doubts.
If a sword reaches a certain level, it will definitely have its own temper, which is the so-called spiritual energy. It is quite normal for it to not be recognized by it and cannot draw the sword out of the sheath.
But it was a bit strange when it happened to Lin Yun.
He has passed the three levels of Shenlong and Ghost. If he talks about his sword skills, no one in his peers can compare with him. He is not as good as him in the Divine Pill Realm, and he is not even worthy of carrying his shoes.
"Little Bingfeng, what's going on?"
A look of doubt flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, secretly sending a message to the emperor.
"It's interesting. This sword is quite big. I'm not convinced by you." The emperor's voice was playful and he smiled leisurely.
"It's worthy of being the old man's sword. He has a really bad temper! If you don't accept it, I will pull you out, and it depends on what kind of majesty you have."
Lin Yun immediately thought of the leader Fuyun, and thought that the other party had a bad temper, even Jian's temper was so bad.
Xiao Bingfeng complained in her heart, your temper is not the same stubbornness.
Wow!
The Canglong Holy Heavenly Art was activated, and Lin Yun's whole body was filled with strength. The Canglong Seal at his heart burst out with light, activate all the hundreds of dragon patterns on his body.
Rumble!
In an instant, Lin Yun's body surging and surging, and his qi and blood were as vast as a river, boiling.
One after another, dragon patterns poured into his wrist, causing his right hand to burst out with terrifying power that was comparable to dragon claws.
Thunder rolled in the sky, and visions belonging to the Sacred Body of the Canglong are constantly appearing.
Lin Yun frowned, and an extremely difficult expression appeared on his face. He clenched his teeth and sweat penetrated his forehead.
Click!
After a long stalemate, the Thousand Thunder Sword finally pulled out an inch, and the dazzling lightning immediately made people unable to open their eyes. Boom, the vast thunder clouds spread to the point of covering the sky and the sun in an instant. The bright sunlight disappeared in an instant, and the sky was dark.
A magnificent and boundless pressure swept out, and all the swordsmen in Qingyan Square felt a sense of fear deep in their hearts.
"My sword intent is out of control..."
On the flying platform, Zhao Yan's face changed mutiny, and he was extremely frightened to find out. The sword intent in his body seemed to worship the Thousand Thunder Sword, and his body became stiff and he was uncontrollably kneeling on one knee.
Not only him, except for swordsmen above the Dragon Vein Realm, the sword intent of the rest is no longer under control.
boom!
Lin Yun shouted loudly and pulled out the sword completely, and countless lightning bolts tore through the void.
The Thousand Thunder Sword shone with dazzling sword body, bursting out terrible pressure, and at the same time, a golden light spot appeared behind Lin Yun. The light spot spread to all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon a very complex and complex pattern was derived.
That is a complete divine pattern!
thump!
All the swordsmen below the Dragon Vein Realm fell to the ground, their faces pale, and they all looked extremely uncomfortable.
It seems that the heart is tightly held by an invisible hand. As long as you use a little force, your heart will be torn and die.
"Divine Patterns!!"
Someone looked up and found the shining patterns behind Lin Yun, and his eyes were filled with shock.
No wonder the Feng family was unwilling to hand over this sword. Even though they had already passed the third level, Feng Xuanzi had to use tricks in public. The core pattern of this sword was no longer a holy pattern, but a
Complete divine pattern.
It is hard to imagine that the divine patterns can be imprinted on the holy soldiers, and what kind of materials can withstand the holy patterns.
Thousand-patterned Holy Soldier!
Looking at the whole world, I am afraid that anyone who doesn’t have a few thousand-patterned holy soldiers can compete with this sword.
"This sword has the potential to become a divine weapon..." The knowledgeable Emperor Tu Tian said in shock in the Zi Yuan sword box.
Even in ancient times, it was extremely difficult to imprint the divine pattern on the holy soldiers.
After the golden age was destroyed, the way of divine patterns has been lost, and the strength of divine patterns that can still be mastered is very few and not complete enough.
"The old man is so lucky."
Lin Yun looked at Qian Lei Sword and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
This is indeed a peerless sword. The ultimate dream of all swordsmen is probably nothing more than that.
Moreover, this sword is extremely pure. If a swordsman who practices and masters the will of thunder will be lucky enough to obtain this sword. That would be amazing. His strength will cross several levels, and the thunder sword intent will be unimaginably enhanced.
Speaking of which, I also have the will of thunder.
What he realized was the power of the Canglong sword, but Canglong himself was in charge of wind and thunder. With this sword help, his Canglong sword power would also surge.
Buzzing!
In the Zi Yuan sword box, the Burial Flower Sword trembled in dissatisfaction, as if he was complaining about something.
Ha ha!
Lin Yun laughed and was jealous.
Although Thunder is good, I only love to bury flowers after all. In this life, I will never abandon you.
Each person and one sword are in harmony, and Burial Flower feels Lin Yun's intentions and immediately becomes quiet.
Click!
Just as Lin Yun was immersed in the style of the Thousand Thunder Sword, a crack appeared in the divine pattern behind him. Xiao Bingfeng hurriedly sent a message: "Hurry, hurry, hurry. Let go of your hand quickly, the sword, sword, sword, sword is about to break!!"
Lin Yun woke up, was so scared that he quickly sent the sword into the sheath.
But the sword seemed to have a temper, and competed with Lin Yun's broken sword body. The process of sending it into the sheath was extremely painful, much slower than when he drew the sword.
rock!
The "broken sword" in Lin Yun's body, which had not been moved for a long time, flashed with a quiet and cold light in that dark and mysterious space.
Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!
The complete divine pattern behind him was more and more obvious, and the sword body of Qianlei Sword burst out with more dazzling light, burning like flames, constantly breathing lightning.
The visions between heaven and earth have become extremely terrifying.
It seemed as if there were two terrifying ferocious beasts that were secretly confronting each other. Even the big guys in the Dragon Vein Realm on the VIP stage couldn't stand it anymore.
Their faces showed a difficult look, their legs bent uncontrollably, and they looked up at the air, with unbelievable expressions in their eyes.
Looking around, almost everyone in Qingyan Square fell to the ground.
Only Luo Hua, dressed in white, looked up and showed a look of doubt on her face under the white gauze hat.
Looking at Elder Bai who was kneeling on the ground and struggling to make a lot of effort, Luo Hua reached out and put her hand on the other person's shoulder.
Wow!
Elder Bai felt relieved. He hurriedly stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and kicked him in anger: "Young Master Luo, what's wrong..."
Luo Hua said uncertainly: "That sword... seems to be about to break."
thump!
Elder Bai, who had just stood up, turned pale and fell to his knees again when he was scared.
I'll be good, don't scare me, this is the Thousand Thunder Sword with divine patterns! Elder Bai was so angry that he couldn't cry. If the head master knew about it, it would be great!