"I am." Lin Yun replied calmly, making Yunfeng who was in high spirits a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.
After a while, he smirked and said, "Brother really said those words?"
Did you say it
Lin Yun thought about it for a while, and did he and Zao Wou-Ki say anything cruel? He seemed to have said some, but he didn't seem to have said anything.
This is really hard to answer, but thinking about Lin Yun can't help laughing, why do I care about this.
People who hate you don't care about this at all. The world of swordsmen is based on swords after all.
"It doesn't matter, just take it as I said it."
Lin Yun said lightly.
Yunfeng looked over and was secretly shocked. Nine times out of ten, the rumors were probably true.
The two fell into a brief silence, but fortunately at this time, Feng Shaoyu, the master of Shaozhuang, appeared and began to officially host the Famous Sword Conference.
After announcing the rules step by step, the Famous Sword Conference began directly.
As Lin Yun thought, the world of swordsmen is quite simple, and this swordsman conference does not have so many rules.
On weekdays, whoever you have a grudge against, you can directly call for a battle, draw your sword and you're done.
Under everyone's attention, absolutely no one will be cowardly.
Swordsmen are like this, they can lose but they must not be cowardly, otherwise they will be looked down upon for the rest of their lives.
Or simply for the sake of fame, after winning a few games, he stopped shooting and maintained his undefeated golden body.
Then there are also some grievances between the sects. At this time, the fight is often quite fierce, and everyone speaks with swords.
Lin Yun saw some clues, and the sword assembly also played a role in resolving conflicts.
There are so many forces in the Sword Alliance, and there will definitely be grievances and entanglements on weekdays, but if they fight each other, they will definitely lose both.
It just happened to take advantage of the famous sword conference to let his own disciples play. The fight between the disciples can not only solve the grievances, but also minimize the losses.
It has to be said that there are almost no weak ones who can pass the three levels.
Lin Yun glanced at it casually. These people are comparable to the kendo saints of Tiandao Sect, but of course there is still a gap between them and the top ones.
There are winners and losers on the stage, and occasionally there are places that make people's eyes shine, and Lin Yun himself has opened a lot of horizons.
"Is this the Fengtian swordsmanship?"
Lin Yun was attracted by a disciple of the Ice and Snow Temple on the stage. He had a half-step Galaxy Sword Intent, and his cultivation was at the peak of Jiuyuan Nirvana.
He has won several games in a row, and he was very popular for a while, and many people remembered his name, Nangong He.
The inheritance of the Ice and Snow Temple uses the meaning of ice to ban everything, not just the will of ice.
It is based on the will of ice, and it also contains a will of destruction, a will of life with a single blow, and many means of banning.
Lin Yun's eyes widened, the inheritance of the Ice and Snow Temple was different from what he imagined.
The ice will of the single attribute can actually play so many tricks.
"Compared with Gu Zijing, he is actually a little far behind. His Heavenly Sealing Sword Canon is just getting started, and he has only cultivated to the first three levels of the most basic level."
Seeing that Lin Yun was interested, Yun Feng said softly from the side.
Next came a few ruthless men, Zhang Feng from the Black Feather Palace, and Ouyang Heng from the Wanjian Tower, all of them won nine consecutive victories, and their morale was like a rainbow.
These real ace masters have not yet appeared, but the disciples under them have been shining brightly, making people feel the terrifying heritage of these kendo holy places.
Suddenly, Ouyang He, who had just won ten consecutive victories on Cangjian Lake, suddenly swept his eyes and said coldly, "Heavenly Dao Sect Ye Qingtian, how dare you fight me Ouyang Heng!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and immediately boiled, and an uproar continued to sound.
The name Ye Qingtian has been widely circulated recently.
This sword cultivator from Donghuang, extremely arrogant, said that he would be the second sword shocking person, causing great waves.
"Brother, take care."
Yun Feng said something, then covered his head and quietly pulled away.
Everyone followed Ouyang Heng's gaze, and for a while, countless people saw Lin Yun.
Is this the night sky
He peeked at the saint's bath, defeated Zao Wou-Ki's four sword servants, and threatened to become the second most sword-shattering Lin Yun.
Even above the sky tower, Feng Shaoyu, the master of Shao Zhuang, looked over and looked a little nervous.
If this year's Famous Sword Conference is taken away by the people of Donghuang, then their Sword Alliance will be a bit embarrassing.
"This person is really the second sword in the world?" Feng Shaoyu frowned, he didn't want what happened in the past to repeat.
"It's just a madman." Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "My junior brother is enough to defeat him."
He was very confident, and he was certain that Lin Yun would not be Ouyang Heng's opponent, and the same was true of the local sword cultivators in southern Xinjiang.
"Ye Qingtian, weren't you crazy that day, why don't you dare to play now?"
Ouyang Heng sneered on the stage.
At the Famous Sword Conference, no one dared to appear after being named. Seeing that Lin Yun had not moved, many people thought he was afraid.
"Jian Jingtian second, is this?"
"Ouyang Heng has won ten consecutive victories, and he dares to continue fighting, but this guy is cowardly."
"What kind of sword cultivator can there be in Donghuang, it has long since fallen."
For a time, there were voices of discussion in all directions, looking at Lin Yun with a look of contempt in his eyes.
"Ye Qingtian, come up and fight with me!" Ouyang Heng shouted again with the momentum of ten consecutive victories.
hum!
This angry shout contained a powerful sword intent, and even the sky began to tremble, and the holy water accumulated in Lingjin Lake in Hidden Sword Lake also swayed with ripples.
Lin Yun was a little helpless, he just watched the opponent win many games in a row, and didn't want to take advantage of others.
I wanted to open my mouth to explain, but seeing that the other party was aggressive, he was too lazy to say anything, and he spread his arms and landed on the Tibetan Sword Lake.
The seemingly clear and transparent holy water spirit sword is actually several times hotter than magma, and it is also heavier and stickier.
Stepping on it is like a wisp of flat ground, unable to make a ripple.
"You can rest for a while, there's no need to fight me in such a hurry."
Lin Yun said.
Ouyang Heng flashed ridicule in his eyes, and sneered: "Are you afraid of my ten-game winning streak? If so, I don't mind letting you, and I will accept it after my aura has eased, lest others say me Too deceiving."
Lin Yun shook it and said, "No need, you can do it."
"Within three moves, I will defeat you, but don't think that those sword servants are comparable to the saints of the Black Feather Palace!"
Ouyang He was very confident, grinned, and ran over on the lake.
Whoosh!
While running, the long black cloth hanging behind him stretched little by little and turned into wings that were burning with magic flames.
At the same time, his half-step Xinghe's powerful sword intent was also released little by little along with his steps, filling the hidden sword lake.
When he approached Lin Yun, the holy sword came out of its sheath, and the bright sword light seemed to pierce the void.
boom!
The moment it rose from the sky, the boundless sword intent converged into a huge phantom with a hundred-zhang holy sword in its hand.
The black phantom has wings on its back, and after unfolding, it covers the sky and the sun, and the powerful coercion forces it down, and the momentum is extremely uncomfortable.
This sword is extremely powerful. No matter how strong an opponent Ouyang Heng encountered before, as long as this sword is played, the opponent will be instantly defeated.
Under the mighty sword, let alone resisting this sword, it is extremely difficult to even move.
Ouyang Heng obviously wanted to repeat the old trick, and then he defeated Lin Yun with one sword without leaving any force behind.
"Ye Qingtian, dangerous."
Yunfeng, who appeared out of nowhere from the audience, shook his head and said to himself.
"Ouyang Heng, it's really amazing, it's this sword again!"
Many Sword League cultivators on the viewing platform couldn't help but sigh in admiration, and their eyes were full of excitement.
There were even those who were impatient, already clapping their hands and applauding, waiting for Lin Yun to be slashed by this sword.
In the flash of light and flint, Lin Yun suddenly shot, his fingers folded together to form a sword, and then he swung fiercely.
Clang!
Only a crisp sound was heard, sparks splashed around, and the next moment, a holy sword turned into a streamer and was blasted out.
But it was the sword in Ouyang Heng's hand that was slashed and flew out by Lin Yun's close fingers.
"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, stunned for a while, and all the people in the audience who were about to applaud were dumbfounded, thinking that he was dazzled.
Ouyang Heng's sword was slashed with his bare hands, how is this possible
All of them were dumbfounded, unable to believe it.
"You don't think I only have a sword, do you?" Ouyang Heng's face was gloomy, he made a backhand move, and another sword appeared in his sleeve.
Then, at an astonishing speed, he stabbed towards Lin Yun's heart like lightning.
Swish!
But the moment he just stabbed out, he found that there were several afterimages shaking in the space where Lin Yun was.
As the afterimage swayed, even some ripples appeared in the space, and the Qi machine could not lock on Lin Yun in an instant.
Not surprisingly, the sword that was so close at hand stabbed into the air.
But he pulled the sword back to normal, Lin Yun shot again, his long sleeves were like clouds, and the wind whistled as he waved.
boom!
The holy sword that was withdrawn too late was cut off by Lin Yun's two fingers on the spot. This scene immediately stunned everyone.
Broken sword with bare hands
In front of him was just shaking the holy sword with his bare hands, but now it was so exaggerated that he broke the sword with his bare hands, and Ouyang Heng was stunned.
Swish!
He was flying a holy sword in his sleeve, and Lin Yun was not polite to him, urging the perfect Canglong Holy Body.
Gathering the purple-gold dragon pattern and sword intent on the index and middle fingers, it was another blow, and another sword was broken.
"Damn!"
Ouyang Heng's eyes sank, and he moved another holy sword, which stabbed again.
Lin Yun glanced at them. These holy swords all had the logo of Hidden Sword Villa. It seemed that during this period of time, he had bought a lot of holy swords in Kongming City.
Ka Ka Ka!
Just between these few breaths, Lin Yun cut off his nine holy swords, and Ouyang Heng's face turned green with anger.
"The quality of the holy soldiers of Hidden Sword Villa doesn't seem to be very good." Lin Yun stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.
Ouyang Heng was so angry that he felt that from beginning to end, he was being tricked by the other party, and immediately went berserk and killed him.
"Don't move, you've already lost."
Lin Yun turned around in place, and when he turned back again, his right hand was already holding the hilt of the funeral flower sword.
The funeral flower was not sheathed, and was attached to his head with the hilt of the sword.
This is Lin Yun's mercy, otherwise, this sword would be enough to smash his head.
Ouyang Heng was so frightened that his face turned pale and his legs and feet were shaking, but he still wanted to struggle.
thump!
Lin Yun pressed lightly, and Ouyang Heng intuitively felt that the mountain was on the top of his head, and immediately fell to his knees.
"I said, please don't move." Lin Yun's eyes were cold and stern, and he said word by word.
Ouyang Heng was in a cold sweat and felt like he was falling into an ice cave, as if he was facing a peerless killing god.