thump!

The Eight Taikoo villains, each holding up a piece of the sky, all knelt to the ground, and the lake surface immediately kept stirring.

What an astonishing scene this is. Many leaders of the Sword League were stunned and exclaimed directly.

"how is this possible?!"

"My God, what the hell is this? Eight great ancient beasts, kneeling to Ye Qingtian at the same time?"

"Isn't this the ancient secret technique that Feng Shaoyu used!"

Everyone's scalp was numb, completely incomprehensible.

Above the sky tower, the jaws of Gu Zijing and the others were about to drop in shock, especially Zao Wou-Ki, who was completely dumbfounded.

"This is impossible...."

As for Feng Wuji, he was stunned on the spot, and the next moment his expression changed, he said, "This Ye Qingtian must have stolen my Feng Family Secret Art!"

He, who was still with the old god just now, can't sit still anymore, and he means to be ready to take action at any time.

But the second senior sister Feng Yu is still by his side, how can he make him wishful.

After Feng Yu was astonished, her smiling face was like a flower, and she reached out and patted Feng Wuji's shoulder directly.

boom!

This shot was like a mountain falling, and the entire sky tower vibrated violently. Gu Zijing, Jiang Yunting, Feng Shengling and others suddenly became more stressed and became uneasy.

Feng Wuji was beaten like this, and he couldn't move immediately.

"Don't make trouble!"

Feng Wuji's face changed slightly, and he glanced from the corner of his eye. At this moment, Feng Shaoyu was in a state of confusion and nervousness. He was frantically trying to control the eight beasts, but no matter how he condensed his fingerprints, he couldn't succeed.

"Win the king or lose the bandit, big brother, you choose! Even if the old man comes today, I will protect the night! Sit down!"

Feng Yu's expression turned cold, and she pressed Feng Wuji down abruptly.

Gu Zijing and Jiang Yunting opened their mouths wide and looked extremely surprised. What is the origin of this girl who looks younger than her.

With the power of a palm, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa was pressed down!

"aunt!"

Feng Shengling wanted to step forward to persuade him.

"Go back." Feng Yu glared at him blankly and domineeringly, pretending not to know, this arrogant child is called aunt in public, and how does the eldest brother teach him on weekdays.

Feng Wuji gave up the struggle, sighed, and said, "Listen to your aunt, it's fine."

Feng Yu remained calm, the strength in her hands increased, Feng Wuji's mouth twitched, and she said with difficulty, "Go back, this young lady is playing with me."

Only then did Feng Yu smile and let go of her strength, but she still had no intention of letting go.

"Don't look at me, the outcome is still unresolved!" Feng Yu said with a smile.

Then everyone looked away, only to see on the lake, beads of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Feng Shaoyu's forehead, his whole body was shaking, and he seemed extremely exhausted.

Damn, why is it still not working!

Feng Shaoyu controlled the ancient seal that was directly merged with the hard work, and his hands kept changing the seal, trying to regain control of the eight evil spirits.

At the same time, Lin Yun gradually figured out some clues, and he became extremely calm from the trance.

rock!

Lin Yun held the chain with his backhand and stared at it. He felt that he could easily manipulate these eight ferocious souls with just a slight movement.

Is it related to the "broken sword" in my body?

He could feel some power coming from the chains, and he wanted to separate the chains and restrain him again.

But these forces have been hindered in some way, and the eight beasts are desperately resisting Gu Yin's control.

"how so?"

Feng Shaoyu felt that his holy energy was constantly being consumed, but the Eight Ominous Ancients were still out of control, and the Eight Ominous Soul Locking Formation was completely chaotic.

The person who was locked in turn controlled the ancient eight evils, which was unheard of. Feng Shaoyu was sweating like rain, and he was dizzy and dizzy.

"Feng Shaoyu, you don't seem to be good..." Lin Yun said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, slightly mocking.

"Don't be arrogant, don't pretend to be here, you're just a dying person. There is no precedent for the monks who were controlled by the Eight Vicious Soul Locking Array to escape!" Feng Shaoyu forced himself to calm down.

"yes?"

Lin Yun laughed loudly, and he raised his hand holding the chain abruptly, shouting loudly: "Too

The ancient eight villains obey orders! "

boom!

The eight archaic beasts kneeling on the ground stood up at the same time, and then jumped high, like a kite being controlled by Lin Yun in the palm of his hand.

Ka Ka Ka!

When the eight beasts jumped up, the sky seemed to be shattered, the vast Tibetan Sword Lake was torn apart, and the entire formation was completely destroyed.

This scene was so shocking that everyone in the audience took a deep breath, the lake water splashed out, and the figures in the four directions immediately rose into the air and quickly left this dangerous area.

Buzz!

The chains shimmered with light, and there were eight different powers, from which they entered Lin Yun's body.

The incomparably mysterious "broken sword" in Lin Yun's body was pulled out an inch again, revealing half of its sword body.

But just as the sword was about to be completely pulled out, an invisible force blocked him.

hum!

The sword body kept shaking in Lin Yun's body, and a force after another gathered on his right hand holding the chain.

Lin Yun's vision suddenly became blurred, and there was a white back at the end of his field of vision, which seemed to be very close and far away.

Suddenly, the white figure turned around, the man was handsome and handsome, with white clothes like snow, holding a slender treasured saber in his right hand, behind him there was a cyan dragon phantom that filled the entire starry sky.

The moment he turned around, the whole world disappeared.

All the sights in front of him disappeared, Lin Yun seemed to be in the starry sky, and countless pictures flickered like streamers.

When the swordsman in white robe saw Lin Yun, a smile appeared on his face, and he said loudly: "I know that one day you will get the recognition of this sword, even fate can't stop it, my sword will definitely wait for your sword, But that's fine, don't really pull it out."

Lin Yun had never seen this person before, the face was very unfamiliar, but his smile was very familiar to Lin Yun, and his heart was beating wildly.

Qinglong, swordsman?

Capturing these two key words, an idea popped up in Lin Yun's mind, is it the lord who opened up the Dragon Era? No, why does it feel familiar to me.

The figure of that person is getting weaker and weaker, and it seems that there is a supreme power that is preventing him from appearing.

Seeing him getting farther and farther, his figure became less and less.

Lin Yun couldn't help getting anxious, and while the streamer was flickering, he ran with all his strength: "Don't go, tell me who you are!"

He repeated as he ran, and the man in white was trying his best to run towards him. Finally, when his figure was about to disappear completely, the two reached out and held each other.

"Hahaha, we'll meet again, even fate can't stop it. Remember, just now, don't try to draw this sword. Don't ask me who I am, I will wait for you, my sword will always be waiting for you sword."

"The bright moon was here, and Chu Yun returned in the morning!"

boom!

With the hearty and cheerful laughter, the awakening in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Lin Yun's vision fell on Feng Shaoyu again.

He grabbed the eight chains that were falling from the sky, Feng Shaoyu desperately controlled the ancient seal in his heart, but to no avail, his eyes were full of horror.

Pfft!

Lin Yun's terrifying blow directly shattered all the holy energy of Ziyuan, and the fist light directly penetrated Feng Shaoyu's chest, and then hit his heart.

Feng Shaoyu wanted to stop it, but it was of no avail. His holy energy was exhausted, and his vitality had already been severely damaged. How could he still have the strength to resist all this.

boom!

His body fell from the sky, and a golden ancient seal flew out from his heart, emitting a dazzling light.

This ancient seal saved his life, but it was also shaken out of the body by Lin Yun.

Feng Shaoyu glared angrily but was helpless, he could only watch the ancient seal hanging in the air while he kept falling into his body.

boom!

Feng Shaoyu fell into the water, and there was a burst of waves.

The change came too suddenly, and everything was a long story, but in fact it was only a few breaths of time.

It was clear that Feng Shaoyu still had the absolute upper hand, and the Eight Ferocious Soul Locking Formation was unparalleled, which directly made Lin Yun unable to move.

Under the ancient secret technique, Lin Yun should have been defeated without a doubt.

But no one thought that when the screen changed, Lin Yun actually controlled the eight ancient beasts with his backhand, defeating Feng Shaoyu in one fell swoop.

Not only that, but the ancient seal was even dug up.

The people of Hidden Sword Villa are also unclear. Therefore, all the eight evil spirit-locking formations have been sacrificed, but Feng Shaoyu is still a disastrous defeat.

"I... actually lost..."

Feng Shaoyu was lying on the water, he never thought that he would lose this battle.

He had already seen the extraordinaryness of Lin Yun, and he was willing to admit that his talent was inferior to the other party, but he was really unwilling to be the stepping stone of the other party.

He is the young owner of the dignified Hidden Sword Villa, how could he be defeated.

Swish!

Lin Yun released his hand, and the chains escaped into the body of the beasts. After they bowed to Lin Yun, they turned into streaks of rays of light and injected into the ancient seal.

Lin Yun, dressed in white, stood in the air, he stretched out his hand and pulled the funeral flower back from the keel sword.

Looking at Feng Shaoyu, who was lying in a pool of blood, he did not choose to continue shooting.

Lin Yun looked up, and his eyes fell on the golden ancient seal in front of him.

The ancient seal, with golden rays of light, entrenched a strange and noble dragon on the square.

As soon as Lin Yun stretched out his hand, he was about to hold the ancient seal directly.

He has a strong intuition that this ancient seal may be related to the "broken sword" directly in his body, and he has too many questions now.

Who is the man in white?

Why can I control these ancient evil spirits?

Back then, when the bright moon was here, and Chu Yun returned in the morning?

The broken sword in the body can no longer be pulled out, what will be the consequences of pulling it out?

Swish!

Lin Yun reached out and grabbed the ancient seal, and the light disappeared.

"This seems to be the seal of the Tianlong. No wonder it can control the eight immemorial spirits. This Hidden Sword Villa has a lot of background."

In the secret realm of Ziyuan, Xiao Bingfeng praised.

"Ye Qingtian, return the seal!" Above the sky tower, Feng Wuji said with a dark face.

boom!

At the same time, on the eaves outside the square, several men in black clothes with swords appeared, and their bodies were filled with an extremely terrifying aura.

Don't think about it, this seal is very important to Cangjian Villa, and Lin Yun will never take it away.

Lin Yun was still sensible and knew that this was not the time to take away the seal.

But when he was about to return it, the beautiful woman beside Feng Wuji shook his head at him, and then blinked again.

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, then he woke up and said with his head raised, "Zhuangzhu, you have not yet decided whether this victory will be won or not."

Feng Wuji's face suddenly sank, and he lowered his voice and said, "Return the seal, this seal has nothing to do with the outcome."

He was majestic, not angry, but still terrifying.

"Don't worry, you should declare the victory first." Lin Yun said lightly: "If you push three and four, it is possible that the Tibetan Sword Villa still wants to play tricks."

Feng Wuji remained calm, but there was a lot of anger in his heart. It was the first time he had met such a bold junior.

"Give him the sword."

In the stalemate, a voice came from Feng Wuji's ear, Feng Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You won this battle, return the seal, and the oven sword will be given to you immediately."

Lin Yun smiled and said, "Thank you, please!"

He didn't mean to go up, he spread out his hand and put the seal in the palm of his hand, and asked Feng Wuji to come and take it in person.

"The old man agreed."

Second Senior Sister Feng Yu looked in a certain direction, and found that on a towering building in the distance, an old man with vicissitudes was standing with a very complicated expression.

But what does his expression mean?

Feng Yu felt strange in her heart. It was the first time she saw her father, with such a complicated expression, with a hint of anticipation and excitement in the shock, shock, and confusion.

Seemingly aware of Feng Yu's gaze, the old man's expression returned to normal, and he walked away with a stern face.

"Three sisters, everyone below is watching, if you don't let go, where will my face be?" Feng Wuji's face turned red, and he lowered his voice.

Feng Yu was absent-minded for a moment, and he failed several times to get up, and was immediately embarrassed.

"Mine, mine."

Feng Yu smiled and quickly let go.

[After struggling for a long time between Chaoyun Never Disappears and Chen Zhao Chu Yungui, I finally chose the latter sentence. Brothers who don’t understand can read my old book Xianwu fellow practitioners. It’s okay not to read it, it will be explained later, and it will not affect the plot of the book. 】