"What is Lin Yun going to do? To provoke Meizihua and Xuetu at the same time!"
"Isn't it too arrogant."
"Not necessarily. After all, it was Mei Zihua and Xuetu who shot him one after another to force him to this point."
"Hahaha, look, Meizihua and Xuetu both have their faces turning green."
A burst of discussion resounded in the crowd, no one expected that Lin Yun would be so flamboyant.
"you wanna die!"
Mei Zihua was trembling all over, and no one in Qingyang County had ever dared to look down on him so much.
Burning in anger, he slammed the storage bag.
A two-meter-long black ancient halberd appeared in his hand.
Bang!
Mei Zihua held the ancient halberd in one hand and slammed a pestle on the ground. The heavy breath made the ground tremble slightly, making a loud noise.
The quaint and heavy breath spread out on his halberd, making people feel that their breathing became heavy.
The spear tip of the halberd was burning with a faint black flame, which made people feel even more terrified.
"High-grade Profound Tool - Demon Flame Halberd!"
"My God, this Jin Yanzong actually handed the magic flame halberd to Mei Zihua... This should be their sect, the only high-grade profound weapon!"
"This magic flame halberd has not appeared for many years."
"Jin Yanzong really has high hopes for Mei Zihua!"
When the black ancient halberd appeared, it immediately caused a cry of exclamation, it turned out to be a high-grade profound weapon.
When everyone was extremely surprised, Xue Tu snorted coldly and took out a blood bone whip from the storage bag.
Nine penetrating blood-colored demon bones, interlocking, slammed fiercely, and a thunderbolt exploded in the air.
It turned out to be another high-grade profound weapon.
Blood Cloud Sect and Jin Yan Sect, in order to allow them to gain something in the Qingyang Realm, they both gave them high-grade sect profound artifacts.
But who knows, Lin Yun didn't panic at all.
The whole body bloomed with blood-colored fluorescence, like a piece of peerless jade, exuding a dazzling brilliance. A flaming demon's might surged into the sky on him, with his long hair flying, his edge was incomparable.
rub!
Lin Yun put his right foot on the ancient sword box, kicked it heavily, and the moment the sword box rose into the air, it burst open.
Among the rose petals in the sky, Lin Yun was covered in blood, stretched out his hand and grabbed the burial foil.
Clang!
The body of the sword was unsheathed like an autumn water, and on Yun Yang's body for half a year, the sword light of Liu Li was not much weaker than that of the blood bone whip and the magic flame halberd.
Lin Yun held the sword and said with a smile: "Come on, the seal of the Qingyang Realm has not yet been opened. Before that, it would be good to understand this grievance!"
He has endless fighting spirit, and his words are full of pride.
After half a year of ascetic cultivation, after many lives and deaths, if you even have the courage to face Meizihua and Xuetu.
Then there is no need to continue on this road of martial arts!
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly solidified, and no one thought of it. After Meizihua and Xuetu showed off their high-grade profound weapons, they dared to fight.
"Since you want to die, I really don't mind. Before the Qingyang Realm opens, I will take your life!"
Xuetu snorted coldly, and a monstrous fighting spirit also erupted from his body, fighting against each other.
Da da da!
"Get out, get out."
At this moment, a group of people riding high-headed horses rushed through the crowd and came to the center of the battlefield.
I saw that the young man at the head, handsome and handsome, with a dusty temperament, smiled lightly: "Hehe, I said what are you two doing? I really plan to fight more and less in front of tens of thousands of people. Is it honorable?"
"Mingguang Pavilion!"
The warriors from all directions took a deep breath, but they didn't expect that the people of Mingguang Pavilion would kill them at the critical moment. The leader is the young master of Mingguang Pavilion, Ming Ye!
Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, wondering which drama this Mingguang Pavilion person was singing
Mei Zihua and Xuetu changed their expressions at the same time, and said coldly, "Ming Ye, what do you want to do?"
Ming Ye jumped off his horse, folded his arms around his chest, and said with a smile: "Don't do anything, just see how shameless you guys are, just learn a little bit. When you enter the Qingyang Realm, maybe it will be of great use, why don't you do it? Tsk tsk , the high-grade profound tools have been used, it's really eye-opening."
The sudden appearance of Ming Ye and the group of people behind him made Mei Zihua and Xuetu feel a little irritable.
After listening to his words, his face became even more gloomy and uncertain, and even the hatred for Lin Yun lessened.
If possible, now I want to kill this Ming Ye on the spot.
This guy speaks too cheaply, knowing that both of them are arrogant and arrogant, and every word touches their weakness.
Openly and secretly, calling them shameless!
"To kill a waste, I don't need to join forces with others."
Meizi's picture turned cold, she immediately put away the magic flame halberd, turned around and walked directly.
On the other hand, Xue Tu, with twinkling eyes in his eyes, did not want to give up.
The grievances between the Blood Cloud Sect and Lin Yun were no less than the personal feud between Lin Yun and Mei Zihua, which had risen to the face of the entire sect.
Xuetu looked back, and on the mountainside behind, several elders of Xueyunmen shook their heads slightly.
The Qingyang Realm is about to open, and it is not easy for Mingguang Pavilion to conflict.
"Ming Ye, wait and see, I'll see how long you can keep him safe!"
The voice fell, and with the disciples of Xueyunmen, they evacuated.
Ming Ye's appearance is clearly the state of Lin Yun's death. If he goes his own way, he will only cause two wars ahead of time.
The result is definitely a lose-lose, and it is impossible not to retreat.
Clang!
Lin Yun put the sword back into its sheath, scattered the flame demon fighting body on his body, looked at Ming Ye, and said inexplicably, "Ming Gongzi, why do you help me like this?"
"Even if I don't take action, with your perfect flame demon body, you can protect yourself without worry, right?"
Ming Ye didn't answer directly, but asked back with a smile.
The words were right, Lin Yun asked himself, in this vast crowd, it was still possible to leave calmly and cause chaos.
"So, I'll give you a favor, what else? When you get to Qingyang Realm, if there is any need in Mingguang Pavilion, Brother Lin can take care of it."
Ming Ye's eyes were like torches, and he laughed in a deep voice.
For the sake of the other party's words, Lin Yun couldn't refuse any more. He smiled bitterly in his heart, raised his hand and said, "The words are serious, take care of each other."
At the end of the day, Ming Ye still looks at him, and only helps when he has the potential to be recruited.
Even so, don't think too much about it. At least for the time being, the two have no conflict of interest.
A battle that should have been earth-shattering, with the intervention of Mingguang Pavilion, ended like this, but many people have a lot of regrets.
Some people are even eager that this war is best fought to the death.
In that way, if you enter the ancient ruins of Qingyang Realm, you will also be able to lose a few powerful competitors.
"These two guys actually came with high-grade profound artifacts. Do you think you can come out with treasures?"
When Mei Zihua and Xuetu were far away, Ming Ye's smile subsided, and he said with a dignified expression.
"Treasure?" Lin Yun showed a hint of doubt, slightly puzzled.
Ming Ye smiled and said: "Treasures are more powerful than profound treasures. Now, none of the three major sects in Qingyang County has treasures. As long as treasures can elicit one-tenth of their power, the powerhouses with the seven innate orifices, I also have to retreat three times... However, it seems that no one has ever brought out a treasure from the Qingyang Realm."
An old man next to him shook his head and sighed, with the strength of a congenital warrior. It is still a bit too difficult to bring out the treasure.
Lin Yun was thoughtful, listening to the two of them, there must be treasures in the Qingyang Realm.
It's just hard to bring it out, but I don't know why.
Looking into the distance, the two ancient statues in front of the valley still have boundless aura.
Countless people, like Lin Yun, are looking forward to it.
But until the last moment, before the seal of Qingyang Realm is opened, the aura on the statue will not weaken in any way.
Looking at the vision in the sky, you can guess that the seal will be opened immediately.
But in the end it is one hour or two hours later, it is unknown.
Whoa!
Just as everyone was waiting for the seal to be opened, a shocking sword force suddenly came from the sky in the north of the wasteland.
Across tens of thousands of meters, it was felt in advance.
"What a powerful sword!"
Lin Yun was a swordsman, his expression changed immediately, and he looked up.
I can see the rolling clouds in the sky ten thousand meters in the north, like a piece of cloth. It was cut into two halves by a jagged sword force, spreading continuously.
Below the clouds, there are more than a dozen sharp-edged sword carvings, carrying a group of people breaking through the air.
The terrifying sword force erupted from that group of people.
"The people from High Heaven Sword Pavilion are here!"
Ming Ye's face showed unprecedented solemnity and said in a deep voice.
High Heaven Sword Pavilion, one of the four transcendent sects of the Great Qin Empire, Lin Yunxin suddenly became a little excited.