When Ling Yan was about to walk in front of the courtyard, his sword power reached its peak. The courtyard door shattered into pieces and was turned into powder by the sharp sword power, fluttering in the wind.
Under the leafy ancient trees in the courtyard, Lin Yun, who was meditating on the three killing moves of Shuiyue Sword Technique, slowly opened his eyes.
As far as the eye can see, there are leaves scattered on the ground, rising and falling under the opponent's sword, and dancing in the wind.
Through the swirling fallen leaves, Lin Yun's vision fell on the visitor.
Wearing a blue and white robe, with an ordinary appearance, there is an unrivaled sharpness between his brows. His eyes are shining brightly, his sight is as sharp as a sword, and he has extremely sharp aggression.
Being aggressive brings a great sense of oppression to people. With the profound cultivation of the eighth level of Xuanwu, most of the disciples of Jiange will be so oppressed that it will be difficult to breathe in front of Ling Yan just by looking at him.
Whoosh whoosh!
The nearby higher ground and tree branches were filled with disciples who had followed the sword pavilion to watch the excitement.
"What a strong momentum. It seems that Senior Brother Ling Yan was more conservative in his previous attacks on the Luojia Mountain disciples."
"This is Senior Brother Ling Yan's true strength, right?"
"Strong, relying on his strength, he is like no one else in Luojia Mountain. There is no need to draw a sword, and there are no three-in-one enemies under his command. The ninth one on the Earth Ranking may have underestimated him."
"I don't know, Lin Yun will do it and deal with it."
Everyone on all sides held their breath and concentrated, their eyes flashing with excitement and great anticipation.
Listening to the whispers from all directions, Lin Yun frowned slightly, not expecting that this person would come to the door in person.
Don't you know that it is very rude to interrupt other people's cultivation rashly?
If a swordsman's training is interrupted at a critical moment, he will even have the intention to kill.
Suppressing the cold murderous intention in his heart, Lin Yun's eyes looked like a pool of autumn water, deep and calm, waiting for the other party's reasons.
"I'm sorry to bother you. It's really rude. Senior brother is here to help Junior Brother Lin. But Junior Brother Lin, if you reject my letter of challenge, I have to come and ask for a reason."
Ling Yan's eyes were fixed on Lin Yun and she said in a lukewarm voice.
"There is no reason, I just don't want to fight you."
Lin Yun said softly, with no hint of happiness or anger in his words.
"Very good. I don't like to give reasons for doing things over someone. I really want the spot in the Magic Lotus Secret Realm, but I don't want others to gossip about me behind my back. I'm afraid I will wrong Junior Brother Lin today and lose to me.
The sword fell."
Ling Yan looked arrogant, and without thinking much, she unsheathed her long sword, accumulating the power of the sword for a long time.
The moment the words fell, a flash of sword light spread out. Like ripples in the water, it silently moved toward Lin Yun. It flashed and disappeared in an instant.
Whoosh!
Lin Yun stood up, took one step forward, and instantly opened a distance of ten steps.
Just as he stood still, the ancient tree at its original location broke into two pieces with a snap. It fell heavily with a loud noise, and endless fallen leaves piled up. The gap in the ancient tree was as smooth as a mirror.
This sword shocked everyone who saw it.
If Lin Yun had slowed down for a moment, he would have been broken into two pieces like an ancient tree.
"As expected of a rising star in the princess's palace who is famous in the Qin Dynasty, he can hide me, Shuiyun Zhan, so easily. If I hadn't been crazy about how many years older you are, I really wouldn't be sure of defeating you!"
Ling Yan's eyes flashed with fire, and the fighting spirit in her heart became more intense.
Funny, this trip was not in vain.
Such a powerful pair
Only by holding my hand can I prove that I, Ling Yan, am indeed qualified to obtain the secret realm quota.
"Take my sword again!"
Amidst the cold shouts, Ling Yan's body flashed and she stabbed Lin Yun with her sword.
Bang!
As soon as he moved, the real energy surging in the eight profound veins suddenly exploded. It condensed on the sword and turned into an extremely transparent sword chant. Suddenly, the sword sound was like thunder.
Such exquisite swordsmanship skills are eye-catching and surprising.
"wonderful!"
"It's amazing. If I had poor eyesight, I would really think that the sound of the sword is thundering."
"Using true energy to condense the sound of thunder and condense it into the power of the sword, this sword is indeed extremely mysterious."
"With this sword, Lin Yun's momentum was completely suppressed."
When the disciples watching the battle saw this scene, they all exclaimed softly and were amazed.
The corners of Ling Yan's mouth turned up, a look of pride flashed in her eyes, the sword in her hand trembled like lightning, and she was about to engulf Lin Yun.
Lin Yun frowned slightly, and he was determined to take action, but he thought of what he promised to his senior sister.
Sighing in his heart, the peak and perfect Qixuanbu quietly moved, his arms stretched out, swaying slightly, and avoiding it as if by a hair's breadth.
But this Ling Yan was the ninth one on the Earth Ranking. She avoided the sword light, but was cut open in the side by the scattered sword force.
However, some sword strikes fell on the fourth-level dragon-elephant combat body, but it was not even a skin injury.
"Hide? Can you hide?"
With a sneer, Ling Yan's sword fell down like a thunder snake.
There was another sound of thunder, and the sound of the sword was like thunder, and the thunder was stronger than the previous sword.
Rub rub rub rub!
In the blink of an eye, under the gaze of outsiders, within the not-so-wide area of the courtyard, Ling Yan had already thrust out more than a dozen swords, each one more fierce than the last. Amidst the surging true energy, the vast force of the swords surged all the way.
Others were unaware of the situation, and there was doubt in their eyes. Lin Yun seemed to have a false reputation...
Under Senior Brother Ling Yan's repeated attacks, it was actually difficult to even draw the sword.
"In the end, it's because of the difference in cultivation level and foundation. Senior brother Ling Yan is indeed better."
"But it can't be said that Lin Yun's reputation is false. At least for you and me, under the sword power of Senior Brother Ling Yan, it is great to be able to withstand three moves. Although Lin Yun is currently at a disadvantage, he has avoided more than ten moves, and he is already very strong.
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"Having said that, it's still a pity that the exciting showdown that could have been imagined didn't happen."
"Junior Brother Lin Yun, he is young after all, so just give him some time."
Many people had disappointed looks in their eyes and shook their heads secretly.
But suddenly, exclamations sounded one after another, and many people took a breath of air and felt chilled all over.
But in the courtyard, Ling Yan's sword overlapped all the previous sword moves and almost cut Lin Yun in half.
He avoided it narrowly, but the scattered sword movement left a faint blood mark on Lin Yun's cheek.
Lin Yun, who had his back to Ling Yan, stretched out his hand to touch the scar, frowned slightly when he saw the blood on his fingertips.
Feeling the fluctuating emotions in Lin Yun, Ling Yan narrowed her eyes slightly and looked excited.
"The thunder cloud breaks!"
Amidst the loud shouts, Ling Yan stepped on the ground with her foot. Accompanied by thunderous thunder, the vast force of the sword was like lightning snakes, trying to swallow Lin Yun whole.
The speed was too fast, and the violent sword movements crisscrossed and intertwined with each other in mid-air, blocking all Lin Yun's escape routes.
Carrying the shocking sword power, Ling Yan sneered softly in mid-air: "Go ahead, you
If I don't draw my sword, it won't make any sense for me to win against you. I have to give you a chance, otherwise, it won't sound good to you if word spreads."
With this sword, he was full of confidence. Regardless of whether Lin Yun drew the sword or not, he would definitely be defeated!
"As you wish."
Lin Yun, who had his back to Ling Yan, reached out and made a move, and the Flower Burial Sword in the sword box behind him immediately popped out.
When his five fingers clenched tightly and grabbed the scabbard, the look in Lin Yun's eyes suddenly changed. Half a step of innate sword intent suddenly broke out in a breath.
The leaves scattered on the ground in the courtyard suddenly shot up into the air, whistling like sharp knives.
The strong wind was blowing wildly. Lin Yun turned around and drew his sword out of its sheath. Fallen leaves were flying and messy, and everyone saw an extremely incredible scene.
Water Moon Sword Technique, Bright Moon Light!
A sword light that could not be described in words bloomed on Lin Yun, like the bright moon in the sky falling on him.
It is also as if he was originally a bright moon, but now the dust has disappeared, illuminating thousands of miles, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are picturesque, all in this sword.
Phew!
In contrast, Ling Yan looked at the intimidating sword power. Under the light of the bright moon, it was really like a firefly. No matter how she dodge, she would inevitably end up being extinguished, crushed, and shattered in an instant.
The sword in his hand was blown away and stuck on the stone wall in the courtyard. The man was pierced by the sword light and knocked back a hundred meters. A hole as big as a fist appeared in his chest. Blood gushed out like a fountain. He knelt on the ground and covered the wound.
Can't stand up.
Ling Yan's face turned pale, and she looked at Lin Yun with extremely frightened eyes.
Sheathing the sword, Lin Yun said calmly: "I won't draw my sword. I just don't want to win against you. I don't need you to give me a chance."
Ling Yan's heart suddenly surged with fear, and she was completely stunned.
It was too strong and gave him no chance to resist. Unfortunately, he was still complacent. He thought that the opponent he was forcing could not even pull out his sword. Who knew it would be so cruel.
It's just that I don't want to win against you...
The disciples fighting outside the courtyard were all dumbfounded, their eyes were blank, and their hearts were shocked beyond words.
In the silence, there was only the sound of falling leaves, like snow and wind.
After a while, a group of people woke up and looked at Lin Yun with a look of awe.
"It's too scary. The power of a sword can actually frighten this realm."
"This seems to be the killing move of the Shuiyue Sword Technique, Bright Moon Light. I've seen people perform it before, but it's completely incomparable to Junior Brother Lin Yun. It's a world of difference."
"Senior Brother Ling Yan's more than ten swords were unable to really hurt Junior Brother Lin Yun, but one strike from Junior Brother Lin Yun made Senior Brother Ling Yan kneel on the ground and unable to get up. This..."
"How can there be a weak person under such a great reputation? Junior Brother Lin Yun is famous throughout the Qin Dynasty. He does have his own uniqueness."
"I was mistaken."
Amidst all the sighs, no one expected that the battle would end so quickly after Lin Yun drew his sword.
Whoosh whoosh!
Several figures, with cold killing intent, flew over like lightning.
However, Xin Yan and others who were in retreat for the Magic Lotus Secret Realm received the news and immediately left the retreat and angrily killed them.
But when several people saw the extremely miserable scene of Ling Yan in the courtyard, their expressions changed drastically.
"What's going on?"
Xinyan's murderous intent disappeared, and doubts flashed in her eyes.
boom!
Without waiting for anyone else to answer, several figures fell from the air, but it was Protector Mei and seven sword-wielding elders who arrived at the same time.
