The cloud breaks the moon, and the night is no longer dark.

A sword came out, and the two moons competed for brilliance, one round in the sky, one round in the water, just because of the sword in Lin Yun's hand.

Under the continuous offensive of the Shuiyue Sword Technique, Yue Qing and Zuo Yun were already a little reluctant to cope. By the time they made this move, Shuangyue Zhenghui, the two of them were defeated on the spot, and there was no more power to fight.

But in the Qiongtai Hall, the elders of the various sects were even more shocked by the sword intent that followed the outbreak of the Shuangyue Zhenghui.

That sword intent is absolutely dusty between heaven and earth, ethereal and agile, not stained with dust, a trace of transparency, empty and clear, and it is clearly infinitely close to the innate sword intent.

"It turned out to be him."

The bald-headed elder of the Xuantian Sect, with a stunned expression, sat down in a slump, and his eyes looked lost.

The sword intent that disturbed half of the princess' mansion last night has long been forgotten as the sparring and sparring went on.

It's like a dream, just a fleeting moment.

But at the moment, the sword intent floating on Lin Yun's body, hundreds of handles were inserted on the jade ground, like a sword that worships a king. Without exception, they are all showing that what happened last night is not illusory, but it is real, just like a fake!

"Damn, why is this kid, how is this possible!"

Hunyuanmen Wen Yanbo's angry face turned black, and his words seemed unfavorable.

Before, he released mad words, waiting for the banquet to discuss, he would step on the High Heaven Sword Pavilion under his feet and make him lose face. But at the moment, first Xin Jue, shocked the world, and Lin Yun defeated his opponents one after another.

Today, even one enemy and two have been able to win a big victory, and the rising trend is unstoppable.

The prestige of the High Heaven Sword Pavilion will not only not be damaged, but it will rise, and no one dares to blaspheme.

After today, the name Lin Yun will definitely spread throughout Daqin, no one knows it, no one knows it.

In this round of confrontation, Hunyuan Sect was defeated, and the defeat was a complete mess!

Jiange Elder Luo Feng was disappointed. When he woke up, his eyes were full of ecstasy, and he said with a smile: "This kid, the old man is so hard to hide. If I knew it was him, why would I be so uneasy about this Princess Fenghua's banquet."

Xinyan smiled lightly, her eyes full of doting looks: "Hee hee, even if I tell you, my junior brother won't believe it. But our junior junior brother is really getting better and better."

"Too."

Recalling that before, he had also eliminated Lin Yun's Shuiyue swordsmanship, Luo Feng smiled and sighed, relieved and relieved.

Tang Tongze smiled bitterly and said: "Without comparison, there is no harm. It is also the Shuiyue swordsmanship. Compared with the younger brother, I really can't see it."

Back then, in the Xuanwu Hall, he chose the sword technique together with Lin Yun.

At the beginning, he also persuaded Lin Yun, but he really did not expect that the Shuiyue swordsmanship could exert such power in Lin Yun's hands.

Up and down the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, their faces were full of joy, while the elders and disciples of the other sects looked a little ugly, and lamented again and again.

"Although this Sword Intent is not the real Innate Sword Intent, Lin Yun is so young, three years later, he may not be able to fully grasp the Innate Sword Intent."

"The evildoer is the evildoer. After today, I'm afraid no one can stop him from rising."

"First there was Bai Yu, and then Cao Jie. Now Zuo Yun and Yue Qing have joined forces and have been defeated by his sword. With all this light and the limelight, the High Heaven Sword Pavilion is so happy."

Quartet sighed lightly and looked at Lin Yun, in addition to admiration and awe, there was also a trace of jealousy.

Liu Yue's glamorous face in the Shence Camp was so angry that she didn't want to say a word.

With a headache, he stared at Lin Yun, full of helplessness.

The most helpless thing in the world, I am afraid that is nothing more than this. But the person you hate, not only has no sign of bad luck, but is more and more dazzling, and you can only watch him rise step by step.

Is this guy my nemesis?

Liu Yue thought indignantly, since she met Lin Yun, everything related to him will encounter all kinds of difficulties.

"In this battle, Jiange Lin Yun won."

An ethereal and cold voice came from the mouth of Princess Fenghua on the chief stage.

Yue Qing's face looked a little ugly, and without saying a word, he walked back with the silver spear.

Zuo Yun wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth, cupped his hands and said, "The swordsmanship of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is really unpredictable, and it lives up to the title of the first swordsman in Daqin. I've learned it."

Lin Yun said softly, "You should also have reservations."

He could feel that Zuo Yun still had some scruples during the entire battle. I'm just afraid that it's still a bit of a psychological hurdle for him to fight against one another.

Zuo Yun smiled, but didn't say much: "If you lose, you lose. If you have a chance in the future, I will ask Brother Lin for advice."

He folded his fists and saluted, and slowly retreated.

Lin Yun glanced at the ground, still trembling with hundreds of long swords, thoughtfully.

The sword all over his body was accidentally released, and the sword technique was running quietly. When the sixty-four petals were fully opened, he stretched out his hand and shouted softly: "Get up!"

rub rub!

A long sword, with a trembling sound, soared into the air, soared up and down, and danced incessantly.

"fall!"

The two fingers folded together to form a sword, and stroked lightly in the air like a pen.

call out!

Hundreds of long swords turned into a stream of light, and they returned to their masters' sheaths with a clanging sound.

The person who just took the sword, but there is not much joy, and his face is slightly embarrassed.

A dignified swordsman, who can't even look down on his own sword, it would be too embarrassing to use it like an arm in the hands of others.

After doing all this, Lin Yun walked back.

Others in the hall looked at him, but quietly, a great change occurred.

Whether it can be retracted or released, this Lin Yun's sword intent is more terrifying than everyone imagined.

"Stay on."

But just as he was about to leave, a clear voice sounded in the Qiongtai Hall.

Everyone followed the sound, and when they saw the owner of the voice, their expressions could not help but change slightly.

The young man who speaks has sword eyebrows and star eyes, fresh and handsome, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a high-spirited, holding a folding fan, calm and elegant, elegant and peaceful.

It is Demon Moon Villa, Si Xueyi!

Many elders and disciples in the four directions flashed strange expressions in their eyes. Si Xueyi became famous very early, and he was a well-deserved demon leader. Many years ago, together with Bai Lixuan, he resounded throughout the empire. Known as Daqin's arms, like the sun and the moon shining together, he is the leader of the youth and the most dazzling evildoer.

Over the past year, Bai Lixuan has been in retreat a lot, but Si Xueyi's strength has steadily improved. Although it is rare to make a shot, once it is shot, it will have an amazing record.

Many people speculate that he already has the strength to impact the second sequence. At the end of the year, he may not be able to compete with the Eight Great Young Masters.

Among the peers in the field, if there is anyone else who can suppress Lin Yun, there is no one else except him.

Si Xueyi smiled slightly and said softly: "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to take action, and taking action against someone who has already fought three times is not our style. It's just that I saw an old man today, so sharp and sharp. In order to express my emotions, I would like to offer a glass of wine to Young Master Lin."

Si Xueyi and Lin Yun actually knew each other?

Everyone was shocked, this is really a big event, Lin Yun rarely dealt with outsiders in Jiange.

In this way, the two met, they should have been earlier.

Lin Yun remained calm, raised his head and said, "It's rare that the company's son still remembers that, I'll take this glass of wine."

If it wasn't for Si Xueyi back then, he wouldn't have jumped into the yin wind stream and almost died in it.

However, Lin Yun didn't have much hatred. This grudge was originally caused by his initiative to save Yue Weiwei.

If it is hatred, it should be more Bai Lixuan.

This person took advantage of him to be trapped in Yinfengjian and severely injured the blood dragon and horse, causing Xiaohong to be caught and auctioned on the spot.

At that time, he swore that the three palms that Bai Lixuan slapped on the blood dragon horse would one day be doubled back.

"it is good!"

Si Xueyi snapped the folding fan in his hand, held a glass of wine, got up and said with a smile, "But I rarely toast people. If the wine in this glass is spilled, it's your fault, Young Master Lin."

The voice fell, and the hand holding the wine glass pushed forward violently.

call out!

The piercing sound of breaking the air immediately sounded, and the eardrums of the shocking people were tingling. Wow, the wine in the glass, like a dazzling moon in full bloom, suddenly burst into brilliance, and some of them couldn't open their eyes.

Xin Yan and the others gasped. This is not a toast. If they are weak, they will be shocked to death on the spot.

Seven Profound Steps, many people take pictures!

The wine glass came too fast, Lin Yun hardly had much time to think about it, and with the majestic wine glass, he rushed towards him like a big river.

With his arms outstretched, he took nine steps back in a row, leaving an afterimage behind each step.

This kind of movement is amazing, how many people are facing this glass of wine. I'm afraid that before I can react in the future, I will be knocked to the ground and lose all face.

It's just a pity that Lin Yun didn't catch this glass of wine.

But the people present would not underestimate Lin Yun, because this glass of wine came too fast and too fierce. Many people's sights were too late to catch, and the wine glass flashed past their eyes.

rub rub!

But no one expected that Lin Yun, who took nine steps back in a row, waited after nine steps. His whole body sank violently, and he took nine steps forward again.

The speed is several times faster than the speed of stepping back before. Every step forward, the general trend contained in the wine glass will be shattered by one point.

When the nine afterimages overlapped, Lin Yun stretched out his hand, calmly, and silently caught the wine glass.

"So fast!"

Everyone was shocked and shocked, beyond words. In the eyes of many less powerful people, Lin Yun didn't even move from beginning to end.

Lin Yun picked up the wine glass, drank it all at once, raised his eyes and said, "Good wine, this wine glass will be returned to Brother Xueyi."

Whoosh!

Compared to Si Xueyi's majestic momentum, the empty cup that was sent to him passed by silently and quietly.

Si Xueyi didn't get up either, raised his hand and grabbed the empty cup.

At the moment of holding it, the smile on his face changed slightly, and the hand holding the empty cup slowly fell, and the movement was light, as if the whole world was slowing down in his hands, and the four sides were afraid and silent, and there was no sound at all.

The quiet Qiongtai Hall seemed to be forced by some unknown momentum, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Waiting for the wine glass, which seemed to have been suppressed for a hundred years, it burst out. The strong wind suddenly blew Si Xueyi's waterfall-like long hair behind him, revealing a peerless face that was so clean and enviable.

With the sudden gust of wind, the hall seemed to tremble slightly for a moment, and a violent storm-like sword force quietly rose. Except for the utensils in front of Si Xueyi's table, the wine glasses and tableware of other sects and sects, ping ping pong pong, burst into pieces out of thin air, making a continuous crisp sound, which can be heard endlessly.