Chapter 1187

Seeing the sword shadows in the sky, strangled over, Lin Yun reached out and held the hilt of the sword, and habitually drew the sword out of the sheath.

Airplanes!

The funeral flower trembled, and Lin Yun's eyes flashed with a different color, and he woke up suddenly.

The eye of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Array is the funeral sword in his hand, although he doesn't know the specific situation of this array, but once he draws the sword, it will be very miserable.

Thinking of Ye Feifei said, many people ignore the first level and don't even use the hole cards for the first level.

Even if he was lucky enough to pass the level, he would die in the second level, Lin Yun vaguely thought of something.

Perhaps, it wasn't that they deliberately ignored the first level, but they didn't notice the weirdness of this formation. Once the sword is drawn, some means and strength will be limited by the formation, and the hole cards cannot be used if they want to.

It's not about neglecting, it's about forcing it.

It must be!

Lin Yun instantly realized in his heart, and there was no other explanation.

And the people who broke through the level are all dead, and the strangeness of the night walk of the hundred ghosts cannot be explained to anyone. Others only saw that the leader who broke through the level did not use hole cards in the first level, and fell to the second level with bruises all over his body, but he never thought that the key to the night walk of the hundred ghosts was the sword in his hand.

What a sinister means!

A chill swept over Lin Yun's body, and when he looked at it, he found that it was too late to dodge the past.

Nine changes in the Golden Crow!

When there was no room for it, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and let go of his shoulder, urging the Golden Crow Nine Transformation Method to the extreme. The figure was in the air, moving and dodging back and forth in the sword light from many strangulations.

The people who watched it were dazzled and stunned.

But even so, Lin Yun was delayed for a while after all, and when he landed, he was injured by the sword light in three places on his body.

Whew!

The blood stained the green shirt red in an instant, but fortunately it was not critical, and it didn't hurt to look scary.

"Kill!"

Seeing him landing, a hundred black-clothed swordsmen, each with an overwhelming pace like an overwhelming arrow, shattered the void, and rushed towards Lin Yun like lightning.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of the collision of gold and stone kept ringing, and Lin Yun's sword was not unsheathed, resisting the black-clothed swordsman who was killing from all directions.

Even though the sword was not unsheathed, the methods used by Lin Yun were still breathtaking, showing exquisite kendo attainments.

The body is like a fallen leaf fluttering, turning back and forth, and the defense is impermeable.

That's too much!

There were too many of them, and a hundred black-clothed swordsmen, ten of them were killed at him each time. One-on-one may be invincible, but they can rush up, front and back, left and right, and there are killing moves everywhere, so that Lin Yun's swordsmanship is shackled everywhere.

After one wave, the other party immediately came again, a hundred people were divided into ten groups, a group of ten people, and they could attack him without stopping.

The vast black shadows, boundless, the ebb and flow of the tide, endless.

"What's going on, why didn't Lin Yun draw his sword!"

"If you don't draw your sword, you really can't hold ......"

"This anti-heaven sword dao attainment, if you don't draw the sword, at least fifty percent of the sword power will be lost, what does Lin Yun think?"

The situation in the field was extremely dangerous, Lin Yun never drew his sword, and the people watching were extremely puzzled.

Although everyone is not very optimistic about Lin Yun taking away the Thousand Thunder Sword, if it is only the first level, Lin Yun should not have much of a problem.

But right now, Lin Yun made himself extremely passive.

The other party is like a tide, rushing wave after wave, fast and ruthless. There is no offense, blind defense, no matter how subtle the defense is, there will definitely be a moment of collapse.

"This kid, you won't see anything, will you?"

Seeing that Lin Yun had never drawn his sword, the Great Elder of the Feng Family couldn't help but change slightly, and he looked extremely nervous.

Feng Xuanzi sneered: "What can you see, drawing the sword is death, if you don't draw the sword, you will only die worse, both horizontally and vertically are a dead word!"

"That's right. ”

The elders of the Feng family, seeing Lin Yun's embarrassed appearance, all laughed when they heard this.

This is a conspiracy, and it has little to do with whether you can see the clues.

"It can't go on like this!"

Lin Yun thought to himself in his heart, and when he was half-loud, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

When fighting with others, there is never a reason to just defend and not attack.

It's not that easy to kill me!

Seeing the ten black-clothed swordsmen killing again, Lin Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, and the sharpness in his eyes burst out.

In a situation that no one could imagine, he slapped his palm on the hilt of the funeral flower sword, and heard a loud bang.

Rumble!

The scabbard slammed into the ground two inches, and the majestic sword momentum turned into a hurricane and swept out, shaking back all the ten black-clothed swordsmen who had been killed, and then stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the hundred black-clothed swordsmen indifferently.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"Really don't draw your sword?"

"My God, I'm too arrogant! I've never heard of anyone breaking the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Sword Formation without using a sword!"

Seeing this scene, the swordsmen in the entire Qingyan Square all exclaimed.

Zhao Yan and the others on the flying platform also opened their mouths, speechless, and their eyes were full of consternation.

"Don't ......"

In the spectator seat, Elder Bai looked nervous and involuntarily stood up.

Luo Hua said lightly: "Sit down." ”

Elder Bai's face was tangled, and he sat down extremely unwillingly.

"Hahaha, this kid is completely stunned, he can't hold on!" The Great Elder of the Feng Family laughed wildly on the VIP stage, his eyes showed a fierce light, as if he had seen that Lin Yun was broken into thousands of pieces by hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen, and there was no place to bury him.

"Humph!"

Feng Xuanzi snorted coldly and didn't say much.

But the look on his face was extremely cold, his expression was silent, and his eyes looked at Lin Yun, and the other party was already a dead man in his eyes.

"Hey, hey!"

Feng Xiaoyu couldn't help but grin, his face was extremely excited.

But at this moment, Lin Yun didn't know when there was an extra jade flute in his hand. When the jade flute was placed on his lips, Lin Yun's long hair, which was parted from the middle, flew up and down without wind.

At that moment, Lin Yun's almost perfect facial features and handsome and flawless face made all the women present couldn't help but feel excited.

So beautiful!

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world, I am afraid that it is nothing more than that.

Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu, the twelve laws of yin and yang, the way of the sound law, do not enter this door, all are Sanskrit sounds.

As soon as you enter this door, the opening is the voice of the prince!

Lin Yun's slightly closed eyes opened violently at the moment when the other party killed.

Rumble!

The magnificent and mighty sword intent, and the crazy surge at this moment, showed an unprecedented sharp edge in an instant.

The voice of the prince, the half-step Shenxiao sword intent, the holy weapon purple jade divine bamboo flute. Playing a song of dusty light swordsmanship, I asked, where did the flowers come from?

The sound of the flute was like an angry roar from the Son of Heaven after tomorrow, the sound was deafening, and the sky trembled.

All the black-clothed swordsmen who were shrouded in sword intent instantly stiffened their movements, and they were shrouded in boundless sword momentum before they had time to think about it. Under the oppression of this princely voice, it feels like the common people facing the Son of Heaven.

Coercion shrouded, like walking on thin ice!

As far as the eye can see, don't dare to look directly!

Boom!

The fierce hundred swordsmen were difficult to get close to Lin Yun in an instant, and under the shroud of this flute sound, they were wiped out in an instant, and Lin Yun had a disadvantage of one enemy and one hundred.

The hundred swordsmen were in chaos in an instant, and they couldn't form a formation because they lost one or the other.

In the center of Qingyan Square, there was a sword light that kept flickering, and every black-clothed swordsman faced this unimaginable sword momentum.

As Xiao Yin bloomed, Lin Yun's body burst with silver light, and his green shirt flew. He is like an immortal falling in the middle of the moon, the sound of the flute is ethereal, and the sword intent bursting out is magnificent and vast.

Seeing this scene, the people in the entire Qingyan Square were stunned, and they couldn't close their mouths in surprise.

How is this possible?

With just one flute sound, he suppressed the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Sword Formation, and the green-shirted swordsmen who were strolling in the formation just played the jade flute in their hands, which made the hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen feel painful.

With one enemy against hundred, in turn, all the opponents were suppressed.

"This ......"

The wind and small fish on the flying platform flashed with emotion in his eyes, and his face was extremely embarrassed.

The sound of the flute is faint, and the sword intent is like a fairy.

Under everyone's eyes, the artistic conception in Lin Yunxiao's voice changed again, he was obviously standing between the flat ground, but he felt as if he had flown to the sky, overlooking the common people and the world.

Where do the flowers come from, where do I come from?

The empty landscape is long, and the leaves are windy.

The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the silk rain is as thin as sorrow.

The sudden change of the sound of the flute caught everyone off guard, suddenly like a dream, and then the next moment it was immediately substituted into the artistic conception of the flute. One will be in the vast river, and the other will see the fallen leaves drifting on the top of the empty mountain with the lonely wind.

How light the flower is, like a sweet dream. How fine the rain is, like the melancholy of autumn.

Sword light, blood mist, screams, all accompanied by Xiao Yin, appeared in the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Sword Formation in the center of Qingyan Square.

Do you have to die if you don't have a sword?

I'm a bury dude!

A chill flashed in Lin Yun's heart, he blew the purple jade divine bamboo flute, the killing intent in his heart exploded, and the sharp edge between his eyebrows was like blood.

I came from heaven!

Flowers from the palm of your hand!

There is nothing in the world, give the king a white horse's hoof,

Poof!

In an instant, every flute sound bloomed, and a black-clothed swordsman was shocked and flew out. Blood was flying, and countless black-clothed swordsmen let out terrible screams, and they were injured miserably, and they tried hard to support them one by one, but it was extremely difficult.

"Kill!"

These black-clad swordsmen were crazy, like dead soldiers, even though they were brutally injured.

After landing, he was still not afraid of death, and wanted to take advantage of the moment when Xiao Yin's artistic conception ended, and rushed up to kill Lin Yun directly.

Look for death!

Lin Yun's eyes were full of light, endless sharp edges bloomed on him, silver beams of light burst out, and his long hair spread out like a waterfall.

A thought of the dust is gone, illuminating the mountains and rivers!

Countless ice crystal flowers glowed with a silvery luster, flying out of Lin Yun's body, like fairy flowers blooming, bursting out with unimaginable dazzling light in front of everyone's eyes.

Boom!

The hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen were all shocked out in an instant, and the clothes on their bodies and the masks on their heads fell apart.

Without waiting for these people to fall, Lin Yun inserted the jade flute into his waist, stretched out his hand and said, "Burial flowers!"

Boom!

The funeral flowers inserted on the ground turned into streamers, and they were held in the palm of their hands in an instant.

Since he has torn his face, then he has no need to show mercy, your kindness is just conniving at the evil thoughts of those people.

The sound of the flute was still there, Lin Yun's wrist flicked, and the long-suppressed funeral flowers completely exploded.

Boom!

The devastating sword qi, before the hundred swordsmen landed, flew away like lightning, cutting through everyone's body protection true element, and many flesh bodies burst like foam.

The stumps were broken, torn apart, blood splattered, and the people were wiped out.

A cold light rises, and a sword kills a hundred people!