Seeing the shadow of the sword in the sky, he strangled it, and Lin Yun stretched out his hand and held it on the hilt of the sword, habitually pulling the sword out of its sheath.

hum!

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

The eye of the Hundred Ghosts Night Formation was the burial foil sword in his hand. Although he didn't know the specific situation of the formation, it was very miserable once he drew his sword.

Thinking of what Ye Feifan said, many people ignored the first level and didn't even use their 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 was not that they deliberately ignored the first level, but that they did not notice the strangeness of this formation. Once the sword is drawn, certain means and strengths will be restricted by the formation, and the trump cards will not be able to be used.

Not ignored, but forced.

It must be so!

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

And the people who broke through the gate are dead, and the weirdness of the ghosts walking at night cannot be explained to others. Others only saw that the top passers didn't need a hole card in the first pass, and fell bruised and bruised in the second pass, but they never thought that the key to Hundred Ghosts Night Walk was the sword in their hands.

What a sinister method!

Lin Yun's body was covered with chills, and when he looked at it, he realized that it was too late to dodge.

The Nine Transformations of the Golden Crow!

When there was no time to let go, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and let go of his shoulders, pushing Jin Wujiu's transformation method to the extreme. The figure turned into the sky, and in the light of many strangling swords, he moved around, dodging back and forth.

Those who look at it are dazzled and astonished.

But even so, Lin Yun wasted a bit of time after all, and when he landed, he was injured by Jianguang in three places.

Swish!

The blood instantly stained the blue shirt, but fortunately it wasn't the point, and it didn't hurt to look scary.

"kill!"

Seeing him land, the hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen changed their paces like arrows overwhelming the sky, shattered the void, and charged towards Lin Yun like lightning.

clang clang!

The sound of the collision of gold and stones kept ringing, and Lin Yun's sword was unsheathed, resisting the black-clothed swordsmen who came from all directions.

Even if the sword is not sheathed, the means that Lin Yun displays are still breathtaking, showing exquisite kendo attainments.

The body is fluttering like fallen leaves, turning back and forth, the defense is airtight.

But there are too many!

The number of people is too large, one hundred black-clothed swordsmen, ten of them will kill him every time. One-on-one may be lost, but they can swarm up, front and rear, left and right, and there are killing moves everywhere, making Lin Yun care about this and losing that swordsmanship is shackled everywhere.

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

The vast shadows, boundless, ebb and flow, 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 on..."

"With this heaven-defying swordsmanship, if you don't draw your sword, you will at least lose 50% of your sword power. What does Lin Yun think?"

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

Although everyone was not optimistic about Lin Yun taking the Thousand Thunder Sword, if it was just the first level, Lin Yun should not have a problem.

But right now, Lin Yun made himself extremely passive.

The other party is like a tide, rushing in wave after wave, fast and ruthless. 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 never drew his sword, the elder Feng's expression changed slightly, and he seemed extremely nervous.

Feng Xuanzi sneered and said, "What does it look like, drawing the sword is death, if you don't draw the sword, you will die even worse, both horizontal and vertical are the word "death!"

"Right."

The elders of the Feng family laughed when they saw Lin Yun's embarrassed appearance.

This is a conspiracy, and it has nothing 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 after a while, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Fighting with people, there has never been a reason for defending and not attacking.

It's not that easy to kill me!

Seeing ten black-clothed swordsmen attacking again, Lin Yun raised his brows lightly, his eyes sharpened.

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

boom!

The scabbard slammed into the ground two inches, and the majestic sword force turned into a hurricane and swept out, knocking back all the ten black-clothed swordsmen who came, and then stood with their hands behind, looking at the hundred black-clothed swordsmen indifferently.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"Really don't draw the sword?"

"My God, it's too arrogant! I've never heard of anyone who broke the Hundred Ghosts Yexing Sword Array without using a sword!"

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

Zhao Yan and the others on the Feitian Stage also opened their mouths, unable to speak, their eyes filled with astonishment.

"do not...."

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

Luo Hua said faintly, "Sit down."

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

"Hahaha, this kid is completely stunned, he can't hold it anymore!" The elder Feng family laughed wildly on the VIP stage, his eyes flashed fiercely, as if he had already seen that Lin Yun was smashed into ten thousand pieces by a hundred black-clothed swordsmen. There is no place to die.

"Humph!"

Feng Xuanzi snorted coldly and said nothing.

But the expression on his face was extremely cold, his expression was silent, and he looked at Lin Yun, who was already dead in his eyes.

"hey-hey!"

Feng Xiaoyu held back his grin and grinned, his face extremely excited.

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

At that moment, Lin Yun's nearly perfect facial features and his flawless face made all the women present couldn't help but be moved.

So beautiful!

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

Gongshangjiao Zhengyu, the twelve laws of yin and yang, and the way of rhythm, if you do not enter this door, they are all Sanskrit sounds.

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

Lin Yun's slightly closed eyes opened abruptly at the moment when the opponent killed him.

boom!

The majestic and mighty sword intent, and the skyrocketing madness at the moment, showed an unprecedented sharp edge in an instant.

The voice of the prince, the half-step divine sword intent, and the holy artifact, the purple jade divine bamboo flute. Playing a dusty lightsaber, I asked, where did the flowers come from?

One after another Xiao Yin sounded like the roar of the emperor in the future, the sound was deafening and trembled.

All the black-clothed swordsmen who were shrouded in sword intent instantly stiffened, and they were shrouded in boundless sword power before they could think about it. Under the oppression of this princely voice, it felt like the common people were facing the emperor.

The pressure is shrouded, like walking on thin ice!

As far as the eye can see, dare not look directly!

Clang clang!

Hundreds of menacing swordsmen couldn't get close to Lin Yun in an instant. Under the shroud of the Xiao sound, they were wiped out in an instant. Lin Yun was at a disadvantage of one enemy hundred.

Hundreds of swordsmen were in disarray in an instant, focusing on one thing and another, unable to form a formation.

In the center of Qingyan Square, a sword light kept flashing, and every black-clothed swordsman faced this unimaginable sword stance.

With the sound of Xiao Yin slowly blooming, Lin Yun's whole body burst out with silver light, and the blue shirt fluttered. He is like a fairy falling in the middle of the moon, the sound of Xiao is ethereal, and the sword intent that bursts out is magnificent and boundless.

Seeing this scene, all the people in Qingyan Square were stunned, their mouths closed in surprise.

how can that be?

Just relying on the sound of a flute, they suppressed the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk Sword Array, and the blue-robed swordsmen walking in the array, just playing the jade flute in their hands, made hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen suffer.

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

"This...."

Feng Xiaoyu on the Feitian Terrace flashed a moving expression in his eyes, and his face was extremely embarrassing.

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

Under everyone's eyes, the mood in Lin Yunxiao's voice changed again. He was clearly standing between the flat ground, but it gave people the feeling that he had already flown above the sky, overlooking the world, looking down at the world.

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

The empty landscape is long, Konoha Feng Xiaoxiao.

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

The sudden change of the Xiao sound caught everyone off guard, it was like a dream, and the next moment was immediately substituted into the sound of the Xiao sound. For a while, I was in the vast river, and for a while I saw the fallen leaves drifting on the top of the empty mountain with the lonely wind.

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

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

Do you have to die without a sword?

I'm a funeral dude!

A chill flashed in Lin Yun's heart, he was blowing the purple jade bamboo flute, killing intent surged in his heart, and his eyebrows were like blood.

I am from heaven!

Flowers start from the palm of your hand!

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

Pfft!

In an instant, every Xiao sound bloomed, and a black-clothed swordsman was sent flying out. Blood was flying all over, and countless black-clothed swordsmen let out shrill screams, and the injuries were horrific.

"kill!"

These black-clothed swordsmen are very crazy, like dead men, even if they are injured horribly.

After landing, he still rushed forward without fear of death, wanting to take advantage of the moment Xiaoyin's artistic conception ended, swarm up and kill Lin Yun directly.

court death!

The light in Lin Yun's eyes surging, endless sharpness blooms on him, silver beams burst out, and his long hair spreads out like a waterfall.

In one thought, all the dust will be born, and the mountains and rivers will be broken by ten thousand flowers!

Countless ice crystal flowers glowed with a silver sheen, flying out of Lin Yun's body, like fairy flowers in full bloom, bursting with unimaginable dazzling light in the eyes of the crowd.

Bang!

Hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen were blasted out in an instant, and the shirts and masks on their heads fell apart.

Without waiting for these people to fall, Lin Yun put Yu Xiao on his waist, stretched out his hand and said, "Bury the flower!"

Clang!

The burial flower inserted on the ground turned into a streamer, and was instantly grasped in the palm of his hand.

Since his face has been torn apart, there is no need for him to show mercy. Your kindness is only condoning the evil thoughts of those people.

The lingering sound of the flute still lingered, Lin Yun flicked his wrist, and the long-suppressed funeral flowers broke out completely.

Bang!

Before the hundred swordsmen fell to the ground, the destructive sword energy flew away like lightning, cutting through everyone's body protection essence, and many fleshly bodies burst like bubbles.

The stump was broken, torn apart, blood spattered, and all beings perished.

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