Wearing a green shirt, her long hair danced lightly, and she carried a sword case on her back.
If it’s not Lin Yun, who else could come?
After he rushed from the Imperial Capital to Jiange, he didn't go anywhere and went directly to the Gentlemen's Alliance's headquarters.
By coincidence, I happened to see Wang Yan fighting against the Eight Great Vajras.
If he is in a very happy mood, even interested in talking about himself...
Wang Yan was startled by the sudden appearance of Lin Yun on the martial arts field. But he calmed down immediately. Killing is prohibited in the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion. No matter who violates it, he will be killed without mercy. This is an iron law.
Without this iron rule, Lin Yun would have been slaughtered countless times by him in the sword pavilion.
But I didn't expect that things would turn around and things would turn around so quickly.
The iron law that he hated so much at the beginning has now become the sword of Shangfang that protects him.
What's more, this is the League of Gentlemen!
Hundreds of Jiange disciples who are loyal to him are all gathered here. Does Lin Yun still want to overturn the world?
"Little sword slave, what are you doing here? Is this a place that your sword slave can come to? Get out!"
Wang Yan's face was gloomy, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Lin Yun coldly.
The Eight Great Vajras looked cautious and beckoned, and the disciples of the Gentlemen's Alliance outside the martial arts arena quickly approached.
Like, so similar...
Lin Yun looked at the other person's eyes. This face in his mind constantly overlapped with the eyes he saw in the Silent Mountains.
When they are completely overlapped, they are exactly the same.
This is enough.
With a wave of his hand, Lin Yun grabbed the Flower Burial Sword that popped out of the box, and walked forward coldly with no expression on his face.
"You dare to act wild in our league of gentlemen and seek death! Teach this sword slave a lesson!"
Seeing Lin Yun approaching step by step, Wang Yan's eyes flashed with murderous intent and he shouted coldly.
Suddenly a sharp blade was drawn out of its sheath, and the cold light shone brightly.
Clang!
But just half an inch after the swords in the hands of these members of the League of Gentlemen were pulled out, a harsh sword sound was heard, resounding in all directions and echoing endlessly.
The sound of the sword was loud and clear, like the roar of a blue dragon, covering up the sound of hundreds of them drawing their swords.
Just like a river pouring into the vast ocean, it instantly ceases to exist and disappears without a trace.
Wow!
When the flower-burial sword was unsheathed, the bright sword light was like a meteor streaking across the sky. The light was dazzling and the only darkness on the martial arts field.
Rub rub rub rub!
The weapons in their hands were trembling under Lin Yun's powerful half-step innate sword will, and they were completely unable to control them.
A long sword came out of his hand and was stuck on the ground. It was like kneeling before the king, crawling and trembling...
The vast power of the sword is like the light of fireflies competing with the bright moon.
The faces of everyone in the League of Gentlemen suddenly turned pale.
Hundreds of sharp swords stuck on the ground were like ruthless taunts, like cold-blooded slaps on their faces one by one.
Except for the Eight Great Vajras and a very few people who had to exert all their strength to hold the sword in their hands, all the others' swords flew out.
The sword is the life of the swordsman.
The sword is in the person's presence, but the sword breaks and the person dies. It is the greatest humiliation for a swordsman to be unable to hold the sword.
With such strength, Wang Yan actually imagined teaching Lin Yun a lesson.
It's just a foolish dream and I don't understand what it means.
Can too many ants kill an elephant?
wrong!
No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants. They cannot kill an elephant. On the contrary, an elephant can kill countless ants with just one sneeze.
If you want to kill an elephant, you must at least be a bad wolf.
It's a pity that this group of people are no different from ants in front of Lin Yun.
His current strength is no longer the same as it used to be.
Cultivate the skills inherited from the ancient golden age, master the peak perfect spiritual level swordsmanship, the unparalleled half-step innate swordsmanship, and the terrifying cultivation level of the ninth level of Xuanwu...
Not to mention, there are still Dragon-Elephant Fighting Techniques, Dragon-Tiger Fist and Secret Techniques of Finger Finger Divine Sword.
His trump cards, his methods, and his terror have long exceeded Wang Yan's imagination.
Among the members of the Gentlemen's Alliance in front of them, only Wang Yan's cultivation had barely reached the ninth level of Xuanwu, while the rest could only reach the eighth level of Xuanwu.
What's the use of such waste, no matter how much it is?
Buzz!
The shining sword body was trembling continuously. Lin Yun held the sword in one hand and walked forward step by step.
The invisible sword force fell on everyone in the Gentlemen's Alliance, causing many people to be overwhelmed with stress and pain. Their legs were trembling, and it was extremely difficult to stand firm.
The Eight Great Vajras guarding in front of Wang Yan were horrified in their hearts, and their eyes looked extremely frightened.
Their impression of Lin Yun was that the other party only had the fifth level of Xuanwu cultivation and could compete with them by standing close to the Red Flame Battle Flag.
But I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for several months, I would see each other again.
The mountains are already high and the ocean is endless. It is completely unfathomable except that it is unfathomable.
"Lin Yun, what do you want to do? Do you still want to kill someone in this sword pavilion?"
The horror in Wang Yan's heart could not be described in words. He could not have expected the sword power that almost defeated the entire Junzi Alliance before they even fought.
I thought of some possibility in my mind and suddenly panicked...
Is this guy really coming to kill me?
"Don't let him come!"
As soon as he thought of this, Wang Yan could no longer maintain his composure, left a few words and ran away.
He didn't want to die. He had just accomplished a big thing for the eldest prince. In the future, he would definitely be in charge of the Wang family and enjoy endless wealth and glory.
How could he die in the hands of a sword slave? It was absolutely impossible!
"Get out of the way, or...die."
Lin Yun was not at all panicked by Wang Yan's escape, and calmly looked at the group of people in front of him.
Wow!
Except for the Eight King Kongs, the rest of the members of the Gentlemen's Alliance, who had long been frightened, scattered away. They were all disciples of Jiange. They only followed Wang Yan because of his wealth and generosity, but they were far from ready to sacrifice their lives for him.
.
The only ones who are truly loyal to him are the Eight Great Vajras, who are similar to the retainers of the Wang family. They are not loyal to Jiange, but only loyal to Wang Yan.
"If you dare, just kill us!"
The Eight Great Vajras of the Gentlemen's Alliance held the swords in their hands firmly and stared at Lin Yun without any intention of retreating.
"As you wish."
The sword came out, the wind rose and fell, and a streak of blood shot out from the necks of the eight people. Their eyes widened in anger, and they couldn't figure out how Lin Yun drew the sword to the end of his life.
thump!
Eight people fell to the ground at the same time. The moment they fell to the ground, their vitality disappeared and they died on the spot.
Such a terrifying scene happened to be seen by Wang Yan who turned around. His feet immediately gave way and he stumbled to the ground.
Then he used his hands and feet to get up in a hurry and rushed towards the Jiange Lone Star Alliance.
In the Lone Star Alliance, the eldest prince was congratulating Bai Lixuan, both of them were there.
As long as you can escape, you can avoid death.
But as soon as he got up, he saw Lin Yun sitting on a stone sculpture in front of him, holding a sword and looking at him coldly.
The speed of movement is astonishing.
"you……"
The strange scene made Wang Yan a little confused, thinking it was his hallucination. He looked back and saw that Lin Yun was indeed not there on the martial arts field, so he turned around quickly.
But on the stone sculpture, Lin Yun, who was there just now, disappeared again.
What's going on...
Phew!
Before he could think about it, Lin Yun, who was behind him, stabbed out with his sword. Blood spattered, and Wang Yan was hit by the sword in the back and was immediately knocked away.
After getting up, he ran forward without looking back.
Lin Yun was not in a hurry. He held the flower-burial sword in his hand and waited for the opponent to run a hundred meters before thrusting out with the sword.
He wanted to kill Wang Yan. One sword strike was enough to kill him many times, but there was no need to be so easy on him.
Half an hour later, Wang Yan was hit by hundreds of swords and was covered in blood. There was no intact part of his skin.
, as long as he moves, the wounds all over his body will feel like heart-piercing pain, as if countless ants are biting and eating him.
Along the way, there was an uproar, which shocked the nearby Jiange disciples. When he arrived at Xiaoyun Square, countless Jiange disciples gathered from all directions.
Wang Yan felt despair in his heart. He had not yet completed a third of the distance from the Lone Star Alliance.
He endured the severe pain and got up, turned around and shouted at Lin Yun: "Lin Yun, what on earth are you going to do? Are you crazy? The grudge between you and me makes it necessary for you to kill me in Jiange?"
"Can you recognize this thing?"
Lin Yun didn't answer, but there was a slender silver needle between his fingers, with a cold glow emanating from it, making people inexplicably frightened.
"Blood rain, silver flower needle!"
Wang Yan's eyes immediately showed a look of horror, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.
"It seems that Senior Brother Wang's memory is not very bad..."
After the words fell, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and pointed, and the silver needle shot through the air.
No, I can't die, I can't die!
Wang Yan's originally despairing eyes suddenly showed a strong desire for survival when he was about to die. As if reflecting back on his thoughts, he burst out with strength far beyond his own, completely avoiding this silver needle.
The moment he turned around and ran away, he saw Elder Bai Ting in the distance, leading people towards him quickly.
Immediately there was endless joy in his eyes, Elder Bai Ting was here, he was saved.
A cruel smile appeared on the bloody and ferocious face, and he couldn't help laughing wildly.
Phew!
But the laughter solidified before it could dissipate. Silently, he clearly felt silver needles being inserted into his body one after another.
The poison instantly spreads, merges with the blood, and flows to the limbs, bones, and internal organs.
Are you going to die?
Wang Yan was immediately frightened to death. He never dreamed that the poisonous needle he shot would eventually hit himself.
Cause and effect reincarnate, retribution is unpleasant.
There is rain of blood and silver flowers, and the blood seals your throat. If you don't reach Zi Mansion, you will definitely die.
"Little sword slave, I will fight with you."
In despair, Wang Yan roared, and instead of running towards Elder Bai Ting, he rushed towards Lin Yun instead.
His hair was disheveled and he looked crazy. He just wanted to bite Lin Yun like a mad dog before he died.
But Lin Yun obviously had no intention of giving him this opportunity.
A sword penetrated the center of his eyebrows. When the sword came out, blood spattered, and another ruthless sword light cut off his head.
"stop!"
Bai Ting, who came in a hurry, had no time to shout out completely when Wang Yan's head fell at his feet like a ball.
The elders behind him were all frightened and their faces were filled with shock.
Since the establishment of Jiange, no one has dared to challenge the authority of Jiange and kill people in Jiange.
Especially, in front of all the elders, never.
"You are so brave, you know what you are doing!"
Bai Ting pointed angrily at Lin Yun, trembling.
He thought that his speed was fast enough to save Wang Yan from death, but who knew that Lin Yun killed Wang Yan in front of him.
"I know, I just killed a vicious dog."
"Hahaha, it's just a matter of killing a vicious dog! Kneel down and beg for mercy, otherwise, I can kill you now without reporting it!"
Bai Ting laughed in anger, took a step forward, and suppressed his majestic momentum.
Click!
Lin Yun sheathed his sword, raised his eyebrows, looked at the opponent coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Lingxiao Sword Pavilion establishes a clan with swords, and builds people with swords. The sharp edge of the sword would rather break than bend. I, Lin Yun, am a disciple of Sword Pavilion, why should I ask for help?
Kneel down, and I will kill with my sword without regret!"
At first, his words were not loud, but gradually they became louder. By the end, his words shook the sky and resounded in all directions.
With the fierce sword intent all over his body, the moment the words fell, Bai Ting who came forward to press him was forcefully pushed back.
