The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 1977: I said, don’t move

"I am." Lin Yun replied calmly, making the interested Yun Feng a little embarrassed, and for a while he didn't know how to respond.

After a while, he sneered and said: "What did the brother really say?"

Have you said it?

Lin Yun thought for a while, did he and Zao Wou-ki ever say anything cruel, as if they had said some, and they didn't seem to have said it.

This is really not easy to answer, but thinking Lin Yun couldn't help but laugh, I care about this.

People who hate you don't care about this at all. The swordsman's world speaks by sword after all.

"It doesn't matter, just take it as I said."

Lin Yun said lightly.

Yunfeng looked over and was shocked secretly. The rumors are almost always true.

The two fell into a brief silence. Fortunately, at this time, the owner of the young village, Feng Shaoyu, appeared and began to formally preside over the famous sword conference.

After announcing the rules step by step, the famous sword conference began directly.

As Lin Yun thought, the swordsman's world is quite simple, and there are not so many rules in this sword convention.

On weekdays, whoever you have a grudge against, you can directly call the name and make an appointment, and you will be done with the sword.

Under the eyes of the public, absolutely no one will persuade him.

Swordsman is like this. You can lose but you can't persevere, otherwise you will be looked down upon for the rest of your life.

Or simply for the sake of fame, after winning a few games, you won't make shots and keep your undefeated golden status.

Then there are also some grievances between the sects. At this time, there are often fierce fights, and everyone speaks by sword.

Lin Yun saw some clues, and this famous sword conference also had the effect of dissolving contradictions.

With so many forces in the Sword League, there will definitely be grievances and grievances on weekdays, but fighting against each other will definitely hurt both sides.

It happened to take advantage of the famous sword conference to let my own disciples play. The fight between the disciples can not only solve the grievances, but also minimize the loss.

I have to say that there are almost no weak people who can pass the three barriers.

Lin Yun glanced at random, these people are comparable to the swordsman saints of Tiandaozong, and of course there is still a gap with the top ones.

There are winners and losers in the battles on the stage, and occasionally there are places that make people's eyes shine, and Lin Yun himself has opened a lot of vision.

"Is this the Fengtian Sword Technique?"

Lin Yun was attracted by a disciple from the Ice and Snow Temple on the stage. He has a half-step galaxy sword intent, and his cultivation is at the peak of Nine Yuan Nirvana.

I have won several games in a row, and for a while, many people have remembered his name, Nangonghe.

The inheritance of the Ice and Snow Temple, to seal all things with the meaning of ice, is not a pure ice will.

It is based on the ice will, and it also contains a will to destroy, a will to live in one blow, and many bans.

Lin Yun opened his eyes, the inheritance of this ice and snow temple was different from what he had imagined.

The single-attribute ice will can actually play so many tricks.

"Compared with Gu Zijing, he is actually a little far behind. His Fengtian Sword Classic has just started, and he has only cultivated to the most basic top three levels."

Seeing that Lin Yun was interested, Yunfeng said softly from the side.

Next, a few more ruthless people appeared, Zhang Feng from Heiyu Palace, and Ouyang Heng from Wanjianlou, all winning nine consecutive victories, and their morale was like a rainbow.

These few real ace masters have not yet appeared on the stage, and the disciples underneath will shine, making people feel the horror of these sacred places of kendo.

Suddenly, Ouyang He, who had just won ten consecutive victories on the Zangjian Lake, suddenly glanced away and said coldly: "The Heavenly Dao Sect's night is overwhelming, dare to fight me Ouyang Heng!"

Everyone was stunned for a while, and immediately boiled, and an uproar continued.

The name Ye Qingtian has been going viral recently.

This sword repairer from the Eastern Desolation was extremely arrogant, boasting that he would be the second sword shocker, causing a great wave.

"Brother, take care."

Yunfeng said something, then he held his head and quietly pulled away.

Everyone followed Ouyang Heng's gaze, and for a while, countless people saw Lin Yun.

This is Ye Qingtian?

Peeking at the saint taking a bath, defeating Zao Wou-ki's four sword servants, threatening to become Lin Yun, who is the second most amazing sword.

Even above the sky, the owner of Shao Zhuang Feng Shaoyu looked over, his expression a little nervous.

If this session of the Famous Sword Conference were taken away by the people of the Eastern Desolation, then their sword alliance would be a bit embarrassing.

"Is this man really the second most shocking sword?" Feng Shaoyu frowned. He didn't want the same thing to happen again.

"The fanatic." Zao Wou-ki smiled: "My junior is enough to defeat him."

He is very confident and is certain that Lin Yun will not be Ouyang Heng's opponent, and the same is true for the local sword repairmen in southern Xinjiang.

"Ye Qingtian, weren't you crazy that day, why don't you dare to play now?"

Ouyang Heng sneered on stage.

No one at the Famous Sword Conference was afraid to appear after being named. Seeing that Lin Yun hadn't moved, many people thought he was scared.

"The sword is second to the sky, this is it?"

"Ouyang Heng has won ten consecutive victories, and he dared to continue the fierce battle, but this guy was stunned."

"What sword repairs can there be in the Eastern Wilderness have long since fallen."

For a time, there was a lot of discussion from all sides, and the look in Lin Yun's eyes looked rather contemptuous.

"Ye Qingtian, get on here and fight with me!" Ouyang Heng shouted again with the momentum of ten consecutive victories.

Om!

This rage contained a powerful sword intent, and even the sky began to tremble, and the holy water accumulated in the hidden sword lake also rippled.

Lin Yun was a little helpless, he just watched the opponent win multiple games in a row, and didn't want to take advantage of others.

I wanted to open the mouth to explain, but seeing the other party being aggressive and too lazy to say something, he landed on the Lake of Hidden Sword as soon as he stretched his arms.

The holy water spirit sword that looks clear and transparent is actually several times hotter than magma, and it is heavier and thicker.

The foot is like a flat ground, unable to make a ripple.

"You can rest for a while, there is no need to fight with me in such a hurry."

Lin Yun said.

A mockery flashed in Ouyang Heng’s eyes, and he sneered: "Are you afraid of my ten-game winning streak? If that’s the case, I don’t mind letting you wait for the momentum to ease down before accepting it with you, lest you Others say I deceive people too much."

Lin Yun shook and said: "No need, you can do it."

"Within three moves, I will defeat you, but don't think those sword servants can compare with the saints of Black Feather Palace!"

Ouyang He was very confident, grinned, and ran over the lake.

Huh!

As he rushed, the long black cloth hanging down behind him stretched out and turned into wings burning with a demon flame.

At the same time, his half-step Galaxy's powerful sword intent also released a little bit with his steps, filling the hidden sword lake.

When he approached Lin Yun, the holy sword came out, and the bright sword light seemed to pierce the void.

Boom!

When it rises across the sky, the majestic and boundless sword intent converges into a huge phantom holding a hundred-zhang holy sword.

The black phantom has wings on its back. After unfolding, it covers the sky and the sun. The powerful pressure is forced down, and the momentum is extremely uncomfortable.

This sword is extremely powerful. No matter how strong Ouyang Heng encountered before, as long as this sword is used, the opponent will instantly lose.

Under the mighty sword power, let alone resisting this sword, it is extremely difficult to even move it.

Ouyang Heng obviously wanted to repeat the old tricks, and then he defeated Lin Yun with a single sword without any spare effort.

"The night is overwhelming, it is dangerous."

Yunfeng, who didn't know when to appear again in the audience, shook his head and said to himself.

"Ouyang Heng, really amazing, this sword again!"

Many Sword League cultivators on the viewing platform couldn't help but admire them, their eyes filled with excitement.

There are even those who are impatient, who have already clapped their hands and waited for Lin Yun to be slashed out by this sword.

Between the sparks and the flint, Lin Yun suddenly shot, his **** joined together to form a sword, and then he swung it fiercely.

Chang!

Only a clear sound was heard, sparks were splashing everywhere, and the next moment, a holy sword turned into a streamer and flew out.

It was the sword in Ouyang Heng's hand, and it was directly cut and flew out by the fingers that Lin Yun held together. The so-called killer move immediately broke without attack.

"I told you to rest. I didn't lie to you. You can't hold the sword anymore." Lin Yun said.

Ouyang Heng opened his mouth wide and was stunned. All the people in the audience who were about to applaud were dumbfounded, thinking they were dazzled.

Ouyang Heng's sword was smashed into the air with his bare hands. How could this be possible?

One by one was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

"You don't think I only have a sword, do you?" Ouyang Heng's face was gloomy, with a backhand gesture, another sword appeared in his sleeve.

Then he stabs Lin Yun's heart like lightning at a shocking speed.

Huh!

The moment I just stabbed out, I found out strangely that there were several afterimages shaking in the space where Lin Yun was.

While the afterimage was shaking, even a little ripple appeared in the space, and the Qi machine couldn't lock Lin Yun instantly.

Unsurprisingly, this close sword pierced the air.

But he drew the sword back to the general level, Lin Yun shot again, his long sleeves were like clouds, and the wind whizzed as he waved his hands.

Boom!

The holy sword that was taken back before it was too late was directly cut by Lin Yun's **** close together on the spot. This scene immediately frightened everyone.

Break the sword with bare hands?

In front of it, the holy sword flew with bare hands, and now it was exaggerated to break the sword with bare hands. Ouyang Heng was stunned.

Huh!

He was flying a holy sword in his sleeve, and Lin Yun was not polite with him, urging the celestial body of the blue dragon to perfection.

Gather the purple gold dragon pattern and sword intent on the index finger and middle finger, with another blow, and then break the sword.

"Damn it!"

Ouyang Heng's eyes sank, and then he recruited another holy sword, and another sword pierced out.

Lin Yun glanced, and these holy swords have the symbol of Hidden Sword Villa. It seems that during this time, he bought a lot of holy swords in batches in Kongming City.

Crack, click!

In between these few breaths, Lin Yun broke his nine holy swords, and Ouyang Heng's face turned green with anger.

"The saint soldiers of the Hidden Sword Villa, it seems that the quality is not good." Lin Yun stood with his hand in his hand and said calmly.

Ouyang Heng was furious, and only felt that from start to finish~IndoMTL.com~ he was being tricked by the other party, and he immediately ransacked and killed him with his bare hands.

"Don't move, you have already lost."

Lin Yun turned around on the spot, and when he turned back, his right hand was already holding the hilt of the flower burial sword.

The funeral flower did not come out of its sheath, and attached the hilt to his head.

This is Lin Yun's mercy. If not, this sword is enough to smash his head.

Ouyang Heng suddenly turned pale with fright, and his legs and feet were trembling, but he still wanted to struggle.

Plop!

Lin Yun pressed lightly, Ouyang Heng intuitively felt that the mountain was pressed on top of his head, and immediately fell to his knees.

"I said, let you stay still." Lin Yun's eyes were cold and harsh, saying every word.

Ouyang Heng was sweating incessantly, just like falling into an ice cave, like facing a peerless killer.

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