Chapter 1,87

Qingyan Square, blood flows into a river.

The thick bloody smell is extremely pungent. At a glance, the center of the square is full of incomplete corpus, as if hell is terrible.

In the heavens and the earth, Xiao Yin was not absolutely abrupt, and everyone was immersed in Lin Yun's Xiao Yin's mood. Seeing this scene, they suddenly woke up, and everyone covered her mouth scared.

"this……"

On the flying rooftop, Jianzi Zhao Yan couldn't speak at all.

A look at Lin Yun fell, and the shocking eyes were almost falling, and he couldn't believe it.

There are still many people who can break the first line of Shenlong and ghosts, although all of them have fallen in the second level.

But like Lin Yun, not only broke the hundred ghost night lines, but also killed all hundreds of black swordsmen. It is unique.

It is also the ending that everyone dares not to think about it.

One thought of cold light, one sword kills a hundred people!

For Qingyan Tibetan Sword Tower, even if Lin Yun died in the next two levels, this blow will be huge.

The cultivation of a hundred black swordsman has spent a lot of effort, and they are all dead men who have no careful selection. From now on, within five years, unless the Tibetan sword villagers are sent, they will rely on the Feng family themselves themselves themselves themselves themselves themselves themselves themselves.

The power of power cannot be re -established.

In this way, the Tibetan sword building may be closed for a long time.

Puff!

In the deadly silence, the virgin stance on the platform, the beautiful and changeable Feng Xuanzi, did not hold back the blood and vomited the blood.

"Big Brother!"

Seeing that he was shaking, he was about to fall, and the other wind parents changed madly.

Hurry forward and help Feng Xuanzi.

Feng Xuanzi's face was pale and exhausted. He sneered before and couldn't cry now.

A lot of parents, the same heart is like a deadly gray, completely speechless.

"Mix the book, I slaughtered him!"

The elders of the Feng family, standing high, looked at Lin Yun between the siege, and the anger could not be unveiled.

"return!"

But he was called back by Feng Xuanzi.

There are many old -fashioned old families on the side, and they look complicated and dare not speak.

This time it was really big. If you remember correctly, there were three thousand Tibetan swordsmen in Kunlun world.

Even if someone breaks, it will give some thin noodles.

But when you meet Lin Yun, the ruthless person, but it doesn't make sense. If you kill me, I will kill you. Since you tear your face, there is no need to leave any emotion.

The Feng family, it is really heavy.

"Lin Yun, you are so cruel!"

Feng Xuanzi looked at Lin Yun, gritted his teeth.

"I'm cruel?"

Lin Yun glanced at his eyes, funny in his heart, never seen such an unreasonable person.

How yin poison was poisonous in the night ghost night line, he was too lazy to say. With these people just trying to kill him a few times, it was enough to die ten thousand times.

When he did not pull a sword, when he was struggling, the group of people sneered and looked forward to being divided into corpses.

When he really shot, after leaving any room, the wicked was sued first.

"What are you talking about?"

Lin Yun turned his head to look at other places, without arguing, nor did he see the other person's meaning.

This king eight eggs!

Looking at Lin Yun's attitude, a group of bangs of Feng's parents trembled. What kind of stuff is a bit crazy. Feng Xuanzi talked to him, but he didn't look at it with a positive eyes. This was completely no one in the eyes.

Feng Xuanzi was also very angry. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions and said: "Lin Yun, I'll give you a chance. If you leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened."

Born."

"Brother!"

The eldest elder of the Feng family immediately became anxious. This kid was so angry that he was so angry. How could he be let go?

"Shut up."

Feng Xuanzi glared at him fiercely and continued: "If you are willing, I can give you a real Thousand Patterns Holy Sword to compensate for the broken Burning Flame Sword."

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately caused an uproar in Qingyan Square, catching everyone off guard and shocked.

The Fang family is actually scared!

As long as Lin Yun gives up and continues the challenge, not only will the grudge be wiped out, but he will also be given a real Thousand Patterns Holy Sword.

"Dear me, this card is really big!"

Ye Feifan was stunned by Feng Xuanzi's words. His heart was beating wildly. Lin Yun killed the entire Feng family with one sword and one person.

Feng Xuanzi's words were almost like pleading with Lin Yun, and the dignified Master Tianxuan actually gave up.

Everyone was extremely shocked, but immediately felt relieved. With Lin Yun's terrifying strength, he might actually have a chance to break through two more levels.

Even if the chance is only 1%, the Feng family cannot afford to gamble!

They have already lost too miserably. If they continue to lose, if even Thousand Thunder Swords are taken away by Lin Yun.

Then you will really be in a state of collapse, and you will lose all your underpants.

Gongsun Yan looked at Lin Yun, with a strong look of jealousy flashing in his eyes. This guy...even if he is from the Sword Emperor lineage, only a few of his disciples possess the Thousand Marks Holy Sword.

Since it is the Thousand Marks Holy Sword promised by Feng Xuanzi, it must be of high grade, at least it has ninth-grade holy marks.

Countless gazes fell on Lin Yun, with complex and emotional expressions.

Gong Haoran on the Feitiandai muttered: "This is a request that no one can refuse. After all, all the people who broke through the barrier before are dead. If the Feng family is willing to give in, it can be said that their face has been lost, and Lin Yun will also get a hand that will not be too great."

Poor Thousand Patterns Holy Sword."

"Sorry, I refuse."

The proposal was very tempting, but Lin Yun didn't think much about it and rejected it directly.

Almost as soon as Gong Haoran finished speaking, Lin Yun's voice spread throughout the audience, and everyone on the flying platform was stunned.

Zhao Yan covered his mouth and tried not to laugh.

Lin Yun is a true swordsman. Once he has identified his target, he will never change it easily. How could he shrink back because of this temptation?

The slap in the face came too quickly. Gong Haoran looked a little embarrassed and said unconvinced: "What's so good about him? I don't believe he can pass the second level!"

"Lin Yun, don't be so shameless!"

The eldest elder of the Feng family on the VIP table felt a burning pain in his face. This kid really kicked his nose in his face, showing no mercy at all.

The saint would have to give half a face to the elder brother, but he was so decisive.

Feng Xuanzi looked slightly embarrassed and said expressionlessly: "Second level, Canglong Sword Formation!"

boom!

Only the roar of a dragon could be heard in the sky, a dragon's head broke through the sea of ​​clouds and roared, and an astonishing sword light erupted that shone in all directions.

The power of the sword and the power of the dragon were perfectly integrated, condensing into the power of the azure dragon's sword and roaring towards it. Then the dragon's body, claws and tail evolved one after another, transforming into a complete azure dragon, and then dived towards the ground.

When the blue dragon was about to fall, it suddenly dispersed and turned into a rain of swords falling from the sky.

Rub! Rub! Rub!

A sword pierced the void and was embedded in the rock on the ground. The tip of the sword penetrated the ground two inches, and the sword body trembled.

There are a total of 343 swords among the densely packed swords. The seven swords make up the stars, the seven stars make up the stars, and the seven stars make up the three hundred and forty-three swords.

Each sword corresponds to a star, and the Canglong Sword Formation is a miniature Canglong star. They look like a Canglong entrenched on the ground.

Whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and more than three hundred figures flew past.

Come, each step on the hilt of the sword. The one standing on the dragon's head is a middle-aged swordsman, over fifty years old. He is very eye-catching in yellow clothes, and the sharp edge between his eyebrows is extremely sharp.

He had clearly cultivated the Heaven-Breaking Sword Intent to a very high level.

"Blue Dragon Sword Formation!"

Just taking a deep breath, this kind of momentum alone makes people shudder. When the power of the Canglong sword rises, let alone the seventh level of Tiansoul, even Xingjun in the astral realm will not be able to hold on for a few rounds.
To be continued...