Array break!

In the final stage of Shenlong and Ghost, the Four Profound Formation guarded by the four Heavenly God Pills was also broken in Lin Yun's hands.

The battle was fierce, beyond everyone's expectations.

At this moment, the mood of everyone in Qingyan Square can't be calm.

Qingmang Holy Spirit, who can stop it?

The talent of kendo displayed by Lin Yun made everyone present speechless in shock. Even Gongsun Yan, who had been defeated by Lin Yun before, was uncomfortable.

receive!

Lin Yun's mind moved slightly, and the azure giant sword standing in the sky slowly escaped into his body.

When the light dissipated, the terrifying pressure that permeated the sky and the earth suddenly disappeared, and all the young leaders present were relieved.

Looking at the three headless corpses on the ground, Lin Yun wondered if he had underestimated the power of the Qingmang Holy Spirit.

In the realm of celestial souls, this may be an existence that cannot be solved at all?

If you think about it, it is really possible, no matter who it is, even if it is the big boss of the Dragon Vein Realm, if the cultivation base is imprisoned in the Heaven Soul Realm, he may not be able to face the Qingmang Giant Sword.

He just sacrificed the Holy Spirit, and before he could use the Thirteen Clouds Sword, these old men were blinded by the Holy Spirit's light.

That's because the sword's edge is too sharp, and the body-protecting essence of the Heavenly Soul Realm can't be resisted at all, and it can't be looked directly at.

Originally, Lin Yun thought that with one enemy and four, he should be sure to die, but now it seems that he may have been wrong. If the true Holy Spirit of the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds was sacrificed in advance, it might not have been so tragic, and it would have almost fallen by accident.

If he had been a little later and forced the three swords out of his body, he might have really died.

The first actual combat of the Qingmang Giant Sword was still not very proficient after all, but it was understandable.

And there is no if in this world, maybe if Feng Tianyuan is not beheaded, he has no chance to sacrifice the Holy Spirit at all. After all, this old guy is very sinister and vicious, and has been harassing himself from beginning to end.

The key opponent's meteor swordsmanship is still very difficult to deal with, and he will be banned if he is not careful.

Recovering his thoughts, Lin Yun swallowed Nirvana Pill, and then stretched out his hand to seal the bloodline of the wound coming out of his heart. The three sword wounds were shocking, and the blood from the hole that was directly pierced did not stop.

The remaining Sword Intent, all the time, is attacking and swept the internal organs.

Several ribs were directly crushed into powder, and the slightest movement caused excruciating pain, which was unbearable.

Bang!

After Lin Yun sealed the wound, he used his true essence to expel all the sword intent left in the body of the white-haired old man. The sword energy was stained with blood and burst out from the pores, and it was only at this time that everyone woke up like a dream.

Hiss!

He took a deep breath, his pale face turned bloody, and the injury was finally completely stabilized. The Nirvana Pill began to work, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, the injuries on the body were quickly recovered.

The people in Qingyan Square had only woken up from a dream at this moment.

"What was that just now?"

"It's too dazzling to see clearly..."

"Hehe, do you still dare to watch?"

All kinds of uproars sounded one after another, and his eyes fell on the center of Qingyan Square, which had become a sword mound, still unable to hide the shock in his heart.

On the Feitian stage, Gongsun Yan was shocked for a while, and then he lost his voice: "That is the real sword spirit of the Thirteenth Sword of Fuyun!"

The Thirteenth Sword of Floating Clouds is quite famous in the entire Eastern Wilderness, and it can be said to be prominent for a time. Someone once swept the masters of the same generation in the Eastern Wilderness with the Thirteenth Sword of Floating Clouds.

Many people went to the Holy Sword Peak admiringly, but unfortunately, they all achieved little, and no one could reproduce the glory of the day.

Gongsun Yan was well-informed and a little lost, and soon remembered the origin of the green light giant sword. The other disciples of the Feng family on the stage were all like mourning concubines, their faces were ashen, their eyes were dull, and they were completely speechless.

Today, such a blow is indeed too heavy for them.

Countless eyes fell on Lin Yun, not only the Feng Family Mansion, but also many strong men hiding in the distance were watching secretly.

"Three levels have passed, I should be able to take the Thousand Thunder Sword!"

Lin Yun took a deep breath and looked at Feng Xuanzi on the stage. There was not much politeness in his words. In such a field, he and the Feng family were completely torn apart, and they even planned for the worst in their hearts.

"I can't give it to the Feng family, and it's over."

"Thousand Thunder Swords have stayed in our Feng family for 18 years... This is our signboard. Without the signboard, the foundation will be destroyed."

"Lord, think twice!"

A group of windy elders had a hoarse voice and kept talking non-stop. They didn't dare to say it loudly, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Although this kind of behavior is very shameless, most of the people can understand, and if you are in the Feng family's perspective, you may not really be willing to hand over the Thousand Thunder Sword.

But after all, this is the rule set by the Tibetan Sword Villa, and it is not something that a Feng family can call the shots.

If the Feng family does not hand over the Qianlei Sword, then the other hidden sword buildings all over Kunlun can also not hand it over. That Tibetan Sword Villa is famous for Kunlun's reputation, I am afraid that it will be greatly discounted, and Feng Xuanzi will not be able to hold it back when he asks the guilt.

Moreover, the existence of the Thousand Thunder Sword over the past 18 years has also won a lot of fame for the Qingyan Tibetan Sword Tower.

For Cangjianlou, fame is business, and the benefits are unknown.

"Luo Gongzi, what if Feng Xuanzi doesn't hand in the Thousand Thunder Sword?" Elder Bai looked at Feng Xuanzi who was silent, and said worriedly.

"I can't help him."

Under the white gauze hat, Luo Hua's words revealed a very rare mood swing.

It's just this emotional fluctuation that makes Elder Bai shudder a little. This Young Master Luo has been silent, but he doesn't know when he was so angry that he couldn't even restrain his killing intent.

Everyone is waiting for Feng Xuanzi to make a decision, the people from the Feng family are waiting, the aristocratic family from the ancient wilderness is waiting, and the strong people who have heard the wind and hid in the dark are waiting.

In the sword mound, Lin Yun was also waiting.

"I don't have the right to change the rules set by Tibetan Sword Villa, but..."

Feng Xuanzi changed his words and pondered: "This time the storm is too big, my Feng family not only lost a lot of holy swords, but also killed and injured many people, and my second brother also died tragically. My Feng family needs a good rest, three days later. , you come to take the wind and thunder sword. Little brother, what do you think?"

As soon as this statement came out, many people showed disappointment.

These words are high-sounding and impeccable, but there are too many variables in three days. Who can guarantee that Lin Yun will still be alive after three days?

However, there is still no big flaw in these words, and there are indeed many people in his Feng family who died.

Jiang is still old and hot, and it is estimated that this Qianleijian will have to stay in Feng's house, and Lin Yun is afraid that he will not be able to come and get it.

After Feng Tianyuan's death, Feng Xuanzi's mood did not fluctuate in the slightest, Gu Jing did not waver, and he did not reveal the slightest anger or murderous intention in the face of Lin Yun, his calm and outrageous.

But everyone knows that this kind of person must be the most terrifying, and a dog that bites will never bark fiercely.

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, and then laughed at himself.

He was stunned by the shamelessness of the other party, not only asking for a bitch, but also setting up a chastity arch for himself.

He didn't want to hand over the Qianlei Sword, and he didn't want Cangjian Villa to be held accountable. He really thought that Lin Yun was a three-year-old child.

"Feng Xuanzi, have you had enough trouble?"

Before Lin Yun could speak, Luo Hua's voice rang in the room, she was not polite at all, and said coldly: "Now, immediately, hand over the sword to me immediately, I don't want to repeat it a second time, and don't stand in front of me either. Play these little tricks."

hiss!

Everyone gasped, and they were all frightened by Luo Hua's tone. She was almost ordering Feng Xuanzi.

The aura emanating from her body is also shocking, and her words seem to be beyond doubt.

The corner of Feng Xuanzi's mouth twitched, and he was extremely annoyed in his heart, but thinking of the other party's origin, the anger was suppressed again.

What does this Lin Yun have to do with her!

He tentatively said: "This is a matter of my Feng family and Lin Yun, Mr. Luo, can you raise your hand?"

"You don't have to think, don't guess, what is my relationship with him. His business is mine, the three hurdles are over, and the Qianlei Sword should be handed over. He is willing to tell you the rules, and I am willing to tell you. Rules, according to my temper, you have already died a long time ago. I hope you will think clearly about the priority of the matter. Your life is protected by Lin Yun. "

Luo Hua's voice had no emotion at all, and the unprecedented indifference made Feng Xuanzi's heart feel cold.

The other Feng Family elders looked at Luo Hua with sullen expressions, and they all seemed very impatient.

When they thought about it, Feng Xuanzi had absolutely no need to be concerned about this woman. When would it be an outsider's turn to dictate the affairs of the Feng family.

Lin Yun looked at Luo Hua, thoughtful, and had a certain understanding in his heart.

"Take the sword!"

Feng Xuanzi's expression changed, and after all, he gritted his teeth and spat out two words.

"The owner!"

A group of windy elders, like a concubine, immediately spoke out to stop it.

Feng Xuanzi said coldly: "Don't talk about it, take the sword. It's just a wind and thunder sword. As long as the old man doesn't die, the Feng family will not fall!"

This is not wrong, he is Tian Xuan Shi after all, as long as he does not die, even if his vitality is seriously damaged, he will not collapse.

But after losing the Thousand Thunder Sword, when he falls, the Feng family will most likely fall.

With Feng Xuanzi's insistence, the Eight Ferocious Soul Locking Formation, which had previously sunk underground, reappeared.

Pools, fierce beasts, giant swords of thousands of feet, and mountain-like stoves all appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Things were changing so fast that many people couldn't react. What was the origin of that mysterious Luo Hua? In just a few words, Feng Xuan Zizhi was obedient, and he dared not speak out.

"To make Feng Xuanzi's clothes soft, I'm afraid it's impossible to do it with the holy family alone. It's enough to get the holy ancient family!" Gongsun Yan's eyes fell on the woman in white, and the look in his eyes was hot.

Any family, as long as a saint is born, can be promoted to a family of saints.

But this kind of aristocratic family is not deep enough, and the holy ancient family is an ancient family that has experienced the dark and turbulent era and can still be passed down to this day.

As for the earlier ancient times, it was too long ago. Almost all the families and sects in that era were accompanied by the destruction of the golden age, and none of them existed.

Even if it occasionally appears, it is a mythical existence, and no one has seen it at all, such as the Mo clan.

"Is there a sage ancient family surnamed Luo in the ancient wilderness?" Gongsun Yan looked at Zhao Yan and asked.

Zhao Yan's family is very powerful. If there is a Luo Xing sage ancient family, he must know who Luo Hua is.

"There is, but there is no way to match her. Among those super sectarian evildoers, no one can match her."

Zhao Yan shook his head. The origin of Gongsun Yan can be related to the Sword Emperor's lineage. If the other party doesn't know who this Young Master Luo is, he certainly won't know.

Gong Haoran, who was beside the two, sighed softly, "Hehe, with this young master Luo here, it seems that no one dares to do anything to Lin Yun. After a few words, Feng Xuanzi changed his tune. Your elder from the Sword Emperor lineage is here. I guess it didn't work that well."

Gongsun Yan was stunned, thinking about it carefully, it might be true.

However, Gong Haoran's words sounded so sour.

Click!

At this moment, the huge chain of the Eight Vicious Soul Locking Formation began to shatter continuously. Like an avalanche, the sound of the break became louder and louder, and soon the statue itself broke.

When the statue of the beast shattered, there was a loud noise, and the giant sword of 1000 meters was like a mountain peeling off.

With the sword hidden in the sword, everyone stopped talking, and their eyes fell on the ancient holy sword that was suspended in the air.

It is sheathed in a scabbard, and its edge cannot be captured. Only the extremely ancient aura is flowing in all directions, coming from the pavement, making people feel inexplicably heavy.

There is no doubt that it is the famous Thousand Thunder Sword.

"Try your sword."

Feng Xuanzi's face seemed to be many years old, and he said to Lin Yun weakly.