Chapter 1178

As Lin Yun's words fell, the edge between the two swordsmen changed significantly, and there was an invisible momentum competing with each other on the battle platform.

Neither of them was in too much of a hurry to make a move, staring at each other, each looking for a flaw in the other.

The leaders of all parties in the audience all looked at each other, and they all seemed quite touched.

"This Lin Yun is not an ordinary madman! Zhao Yan is a ruthless person in the top 1,000 on the Star Monarch List, and he has a lot of reputation in the entire Eastern Wilderness, and there are not many people who don't know him among the Star Monarchs. Even if he didn't use the Holy Soldier, no matter how many Venerables of the Little Divine Pill Realm were, they wouldn't be his opponents. ”

"I don't know where the monster came from, and the star monarch has not arrived, so he dares to show it like this. Zhao Yan is willing to fight him, and it can be said that he looks up to him. ”

"Interesting, the Tibetan Sword Building doesn't want to borrow his holy soldiers, isn't his sword a divine soldier?"

There is obviously nothing surprising about one-sided remarks.

After all, one is famous, the other is obscure.

The top 1,000 on the Star Monarch List is a very exaggerated ranking, this list contains the entire Eastern Wilderness Star Monarch, and there is no age limit.

At a young age, he ranked in the top 1,000 among millions and tens of millions of Star Monarchs, so you can imagine how terrifying it is. The leader of Qingyan County still has a lot of trust in Zhao Yan, and feels that he will definitely be able to trample Lin Yun under his feet, and he doesn't even need ten moves.

This guy is so calm!

But Zhao Yan on the stage didn't mean to underestimate him at all, and his expression was dignified to the extreme.

Anyway, just do it!

There was not the slightest flaw in the opponent's qi machine, and Zhao Yan planned to use his strength to break through the trick and directly destroy the withering and crushing Lin Yun.

He stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and the sword momentum on his body changed, countless thunder lights burst out from his body, and dark clouds rolled in the sky.

Boom!

When the sword blade was unsheathed, Zhao Yan's sword intent bloomed out, detonating the entire Qingyan Square, and the dazzling sword light flickered open.

The majestic sword momentum surged out like a tide, wanting to engulf Lin Yun in it.

But this sword momentum was only halfway through, and it was met with great resistance, the burial flower was unsheathed, and the sword sound rushed into the sky, and the sword intent that was also a great achievement burst into Lin Yun's body.

Boom!

The two sword forces slammed into each other, and the earth-shattering sound made people's eardrums tremble.

"Heavenly Sword Intent! It's still the realm of Dacheng!"

Everyone was shocked, and their eyes trembled when they looked at Lin Yun, before they entered the Star Monarch, they had cultivated their sword intent to such a high level.

The group was caught off guard and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Sure enough!"

The corners of Zhao Yan's mouth hooked up a smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, his intuition was indeed right, this guy really mastered the Heavenly Sword Intent before entering the Star Monarch.

War!

He let out an angry roar, stepped out in one step, as if shrinking into inches, and waited until his footsteps fell, stepping directly in front of Lin Yun.

The core holy pattern in the Thunder Shadow Sword was urged, and the holy sword of the Great Baiding was like a mountain peak pressing towards Lin Yun.

Buzz! Buzz!

The vast and pure power accompanied the sword body as it fell, squeezing it like the surface of the water and causing ripples. If it weren't for Lin Yun's physical superiority, this kind of pressure alone would be enough to be shocked out of internal injuries.

Boom!

Lin Yun poured Zhenyuan into the sword body, and with a hard blow, he was immediately shocked back several steps.

The holy sword is the holy sword, even if it can't bloom its full power, it is still strong and terrifying.

"The first move. ”

The corners of Zhao Yan's mouth hooked up a smile, stopped in place, and said lightly.

Airplanes!

The funeral flower trembled a few times, and its edge was fully displayed, it was just a super-grade Dao soldier, and it was very unconvinced.

Not convinced?

Then kill it!

Lin Yun clenched the hilt of the sword, and the funeral sword swayed with layers of light, and the sword light in circles and circles lingered with countless petals, making the surrounding space seem to be a scene in a dream.

The sword?

Zhao Yan didn't have time to think, a ray of cold light had bloomed in front of his eyes, and the tip of the sword of the burial flower condensed a cold light comparable to that of the stars.

Whew!

The sharp sword light, accompanied by the violent sword wind, blew his skin extremely painfully.

"You take my sword too!"

Zhao Yan waved his hand and slashed out a sword, but what was shattered was only an afterimage, and the real sword body stabbed his right shoulder with a sharp sword intent.

So fast!

Zhao Yan's face changed slightly, and he retreated on tiptoe, but Lin Yun seemed to be an unpredictable prophet. The body rotated in a circle, as if it was as agile as a green luan, and a sword stabbed into his eyebrows, and the sword became even more deadly.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the void, the figures of the two people were staggered, the sword light danced wildly, and the afterimages overlapped.

By the time Zhao Yan fell, he had no way to retreat, so he had to hold his sword in his heart.

While!

The tip of the sword stabbed into the opponent's sword, and the sound of the collision of gold and stone sounded, and Zhao Yan kept retreating as sparks flew around.

"Clouds cover the sun!"

The two of them tested each other, but Lin Yun didn't give each other a chance to breathe, a Qingluan burst out of his body, and the first sword of the Thirteen Swords of Fuyun was sacrificed in the blink of an eye.

"Lei Jiao!"

Zhao Yan was not surprised, and the Holy Spirit Martial Arts was sacrificed at the same time, and a thunder Jiao flew out behind him.

Thundered!

Compared with the real Holy Spirit, Qingluan is obviously much different, and Zhao Yan, who is in a passive beating, finally gets a respite.

Immediately, the momentum was unforgiving, and the Thunder Shadow Sword in his hand drew an arc, and the arc light slash hundreds of meters long swept over with the roaring Thunder Jiao.

He wanted to shatter the opponent's Qingluan with one blow, so that the opponent's Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords could not release their true power.

As long as Lin Yun took half a step back, then this battle could be declared over.

"The wind and clouds!"

"Nine clouds!"

"Cloud Swallowing Dragon!"

......

"Soaring!"

But who knows, Lin Yun just shook his wrist, it was the boundless sword intent, covering the sky and the sun, and all the ten swords of the Thirteen Swords of Fuyun were displayed in one go.

Click!

The Thunder Arc Sword Blade, which seemed to have cut the space in half, was directly shattered, and then turned into countless thunder fragments to illuminate the void.

Ten Qingluan flew up and down around Lin Yun, and that majestic sword momentum had already suppressed the power of Lei Jiao's Holy Spirit.

"I'm like a dragon!"

Zhao Yan's expression was solemn, and there was a dragon groan in his body, and under the attraction of this momentum, the thunder Jiao transformed into a dazzling thunder dragon in the air.

He drove straight in, killing Lin Yun, who was surrounded by Qingluan, and had the pride and courage of fighting a million troops alone.

Its body was surrounded by a heavy electric light, which made the whole sky darken, and one person and one sword, advancing wildly.

He is going to use a sword to destroy all my Qingluan.

Appetite is really big!

Lin Yun's expression was solemn and he didn't dare to be careless, and the ten Qingluan flew up and down, like a shocking lightning, chaotically crossing, and deriving a boundless sea of clouds.

Surrounded by Qingluan, he turned into a towering mountain peak, towering in the heart of the clouds.

The fusion of the two different sword forces of the cloud and the mountain made the vast battle platform seem boundless and small at this moment.

"Falling Stars!"

Lin Yun took a deep breath of air, raised his eyes, and the essence of light surged in his eyes, and he soared into the air to meet the opponent's extremely amazing sword.

Thundered!

The sword on his body is as thick as a mountain, and his footsteps are entwined in the air, like a mountain of ten thousand gods rising from the ground. The statue of the fierce beast under his feet suddenly trembled violently, and the air was squeezed out by this sword momentum, forming dozens of sword blade storms roaring in all directions.

Shout!

When the blue falling stars were completely unleashed, another Qingluan flew out of Lin Yun's body.

The moment the eleven Qingluan circled the void, the sky dome broke through the gap, and a boundless starry sky appeared above Lin Yun's head in the night. In that starry sky, there was an unimaginably large figure, holding a sword, flying down from nine heavens away.

Boom!

When the figure in the star dome coincided with Lin Yun, the dazzling sword light instantly met Zhao Yan's killing move.

Click, click!

The two swords of Thunder Shadow and Funeral Flower slammed together in the air, and a continuous vision appeared behind them, consolidating and improving their sword momentum.

The thunder Jiao, which turned into a dragon shape behind Zhao Yan, hovered endlessly, roaring non-stop, as if clouds and rain, making the sky dark, thunderclouds rolling, and lightning kept cutting through the darkness.

The eleven Qingluan behind Lin Yun formed a circle, flying non-stop, making the edge of the burial flower in his hand continue to soar.

It's a long story, but it's all done in a flash.

Boom!

The sound of the earth-shattering sword filled the world, and the faces of the two were extremely close, their eyes looked at each other, and they both saw the crazy desire for victory in each other's eyes.

When their respective sword momentum reached its peak, the entangled True Yuan, Vision, and Sword Intent exploded, shaking the two people in mid-air out of the air.

Thundered!

The pool in the center of Qingyan Square immediately swayed one column after another, and the thousand-zhang giant blades trapped by the chain trembled.

"Funeral flowers!"

Lin Yunren retreated, but his expression was not flustered in the slightest, and all the scattered sword momentum was frantically condensed on the sword body. It was as if the light of the world had gathered here, and even the sword light on Lin Yun's body had dimmed, only that sword had attracted the attention of the world and could not be ignored.

Airplanes!

At this moment, one person and one sword, the mind is connected, the person and the sword are one, and the qi and momentum are all condensed in this sword.

Chop!

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and waved, and the funeral flower turned into a shock and flew out, stabbing straight towards the other party who was retreating.

Damn it!

The pupils in Zhao Yan's eyes shrank sharply, and he cursed secretly in his heart, he didn't expect that in such a terrifying battle as Fang Cai, Lin Yun still had the strength and mind to manipulate the sword in his hand.

The speed at which the two of them burst back, they couldn't help themselves, their breath was disordered, Zhenyuan didn't calm down, and even their respective visions were shattered.

But the other party ignored it and threw the sword in his hand, which was too risky.

Hum!

It would be naïve to try to defeat me, so let's leave it at that.

Zhao Yan's feet sank, ignoring the disordered qi and blood in his body, and forcibly sank in midair. The moment he landed, he shouted angrily: "Thunder Shadow!"

The holy patterns in his sword were urged one after another, and when the shocking flood was about to kill, he slashed out with a fierce swing of his sword.

Clang!

The sound of the golden stone shattering sounded again, and Zhao Yan spit out blood, and the injury was not light, but he also knocked the funeral sword out and flew out like a meteor.

The difference between a swordsman with a sword and a sword without a sword can be too great, and only one sword can easily inflict heavy damage on the opponent.

Bang!

The funeral flower landed in the center of the square like lightning, and a circle of brilliant swords erupted, knocking several people around them away.

"What about people?"

But when Zhao Yanqi was about to lock on Lin Yun, he was terrified to find that Lin Yun disappeared directly from his field of vision.

Behind!

A chill came out from behind, and Zhao Yan was turned around as if he had eyes on his back, and the moment he turned around, he slashed out with a sword.

"You're too slow!"

Lin Yun's voice sounded in his ears, and he didn't have time to turn around at all, the other party's fists danced wildly, punch after punch, and kept bombarding him.

The sword is like a fist, the fist is like a sword, and the fist and sword are one!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yun, who blasted out hundreds of punches, blasted the body protection Zhenyuan on Zhao Yan's body to pieces, and then spit out blood from his mouth, and was directly blasted out.

As soon as he landed, Lin Yun disappeared in Zhao Yan's eyes again.

"I won't fall for the same trap twice!"

Zhao Yan barely thought about it, then turned around and slashed out with a sword.

No matter how many punches the opponent hits him, as long as he has a breath, he only needs a sword to hit the opponent hard and end the fight.

But halfway through, Zhao Yan stopped, his eyes were very keen.

He found that what remained in front of him was just an afterimage, so he immediately turned around decisively and slashed the sword out.

Boom!

An afterimage was torn into countless pieces by the thunder shadow in his hand, and the bursting sword light was castrated. On the vast surface of the water, a monstrous curtain of water was lifted, and then struck on the furnace that held the thousand-zhang giant sword.

When!when!

The dull sound like a thousand-year-old bell sounded, lingering, echoing between heaven and earth.

Feeling deceived, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he immediately turned around.

"Here comes the sword!"

This time it was indeed Lin Yun's true body in front of him, but the time it took him to slash out that sword was already enough for Lin Yun to recall the funeral flower back into his hand.

The moment he turned around, Lin Yun grabbed the funeral flower that flew by like a thrill and stabbed it out directly.

Rumble!

The tip of the sword hovered over Zhao Yan's eyebrows, as if the other party took the initiative to turn around and bumped into him.

Blood seeped out from the center of Zhao Yan's eyebrows, and then bleed along both sides of the bridge of his nose, and he didn't dare to breathe at this moment. He only needed one sword to severely damage Lin Yun, but this sword had never succeeded in slashing out, and now he didn't dare to move at all.

"I lost. ”

After saying the three words, Zhao Yan let out a long sigh of relief, he knew that the other party was merciful.

Otherwise, the sword would have pierced his brow.

But the other party's sword didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, the edge was wanton, and he couldn't open his eyes when he stabbed it.

Zhao Yan's heart instantly hung again, thinking that the other party had blinded Chen Ying's eyes and cut Yan Zijing's throat.

This ruthless man who ranked in the top 1,000 on the Star Monarch List couldn't help but tremble at this moment, Zhao Yan's lips trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "Brother Lin, the Famous Sword Conference, forbidden ...... Forbid...... Murderous. ”

Lin Yun looked helpless and said with a wry smile: "You can praise it a few words, I can't control it a little." ”

Zhao Yan paused for a moment before he came to his senses, Lin Yun was referring to the sword in his hand. The corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and he said softly: "The funeral flower is indeed good, and the sword in my hand is not as good." ”

Buzzing!

The sword body trembled, as if it snorted twice in a row, before it turned into a glorious light and entered the sheath.