Lin Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turned pale, as pale as paper, and the remaining Star Demon Flowers in all directions dissipated one by one like candlelight.

The sword light that blocked the sky and sun disappeared, and the dark sky became bright again.

Wow!

Lin Yun opened his eyes as the sun pierced him. Under the bright light, his face looked even paler, and the purple marks between his eyebrows made the contrast between his pale cheeks even more alluring.

Phew!

Lin Yun bent down slightly, and vomited out blood again in full view of everyone. He was completely weak, and the funeral flower in his hand swayed and fell, as if the sun had lost its light. These three swords that pierced through the chest were the pinnacle of coercion.

The blow was too shocking, far beyond his expectation.

Bang!

The three white-haired old men looked indifferent, each raised his hand and slapped the hilt of his sword hard.

Phew!

The blade of the sword was completely penetrated, leaving only the hilt outside. After one blow, the three old men spread their arms and stepped back.

They are calm, not impatient, and floating in the air.

Lin Yun was thrown away by this blow, like a fallen leaf blown back by a strong wind, fluttering and swaying. It could be clearly seen that the energy in Lin Yun's body was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But as his vitality faded, he could also feel more clearly that the fighting spirit in Lin Yun who fell down was still slowly rising.

The sword power that had been crushed, supported by this fighting spirit, was swaying in the air like a candle and persisting. However, the fighting spirit always remained, but the sword power could never truly gather.

He was tightly sealed by the three swords on his chest, and the candlelight flickered, flickering and extinguishing.

If the sun goes out in the dark, then I will light a candle. If the candle cannot be ignited, then I will burn my life in the dark night and turn it into light, illuminating my hazy and dark eyes, illuminating my heart and never giving up.

passed sword.

boom!

Suddenly a strong wind blew up, and the sword roared in the sky.

Lin Yun's long hair was dancing wildly, and the sword power on his body suddenly increased sharply. However, with the surge in sword power, the vitality in his body was consumed at a faster rate.

Everyone was shocked. Under such madness, Lin Yun's sword power might not be able to return to its peak, and his life would be exhausted.

So crazy, so tragic!

Everyone was stunned by this scene. Even after the fight, Lin Yun actually had no intention of giving up.

"This guy still wants to make a comeback? What a dream!"

Feng Xuanzi roared on the VIP stage: "Kill him!"

Whoosh!

The three white-haired old men were waiting for now. They chose to retreat just now. This was a foolproof strategy. There was no need to risk dying with Lin Yun by continuing to fight with him.

Now that his sword power has resumed, it also confirms the speculations in the minds of the three old men. This person... originally took the wrong side of the sword to seek a chance for survival.

Once you see your trump card clearly, there is no need to dwell on it.

Without Feng Xuanzi saying anything, the three of them turned into giants and rushed towards Lin Yun like lightning. The power of their swords burning with life seemed magnificent, but after all, he had three swords stuck in his body.

With these three swords, the opponent will definitely die even if he is unable to truly stand up despite his monstrous means.

Buzz!

As the three elders flew by, they each formed seals, causing the sword inserted in Lin Yun's body to tremble.

There was no blood on Lin Yun's pale cheeks. He took a deep breath, glanced at the three shock waves and then slowly closed his eyes. The current encounter could be considered as expected, but the situation was more dangerous than expected.

But this is also the only chance to win. If he doesn't put himself in danger and kills one person first, he has no chance of winning.

After landing on the ground, he sat cross-legged and ignored the flying giants.

Put your hands on your left and right knees, each condensing different sword seals. While suppressing the three sharp blades on your chest, activate the Floating Cloud Sword Technique to let Qingluan reappear and float in the world.

Each blue luan seems to be his arm, and can be manipulated as he wishes.

His mind was concentrated like never before, fighting for time with the three old men who had transformed into Jinghong. After a while, Jinghong roared in, and the faces of the three old men appeared. They took action like lightning, and each aimed their sword at Lin Yun's chest.

Grab the handle.

As long as he grasps the hilt of the sword again, Lin Yun will be immediately dismembered in one breath.

"Condensation!"

Lin Yun became calm, and his hands spread out on the left and right were violently closed.

The ten fingers changed at an unimaginable speed, and the sword light flickered at the fingertips, making the world suddenly light and dark. The passage of time seemed to speed up, strong winds, lightning and thunder, and the entire Qingyan Square became terrifying in the world.

"What's going on?"

The people watching from a distance looked extremely shocked and looked up one after another.

"quick!"

"Quick, quick, quick!"

The faces of the three gray-haired old men changed drastically. They relied on their experienced experience to sense the extremely dangerous message.

But after all, it was still a step too late. Lin Yun's closed eyes slowly opened, as if they had accumulated over time, revealing the meaning of endless vicissitudes.

The floating clouds are not my intention, and it takes ten thousand years.

The seas are changing, the stars are changing.

It seems like ten thousand years have passed in this area of ​​heaven and earth, but it is only within the blink of an eye.

"Floating Cloud Sword, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

The complete sword seal in Lin Yun's hand suddenly took shape, and the thirteen Qingluan perfectly merged to form the true Holy Spirit of the Thirteen Swords of Fuyun. It was an ancient long sword that shone with green light and was filled with purple thunder, as if it had existed forever.

, eternal.

Like a god, overlooking the heaven and earth.

Wow!

Under the light of the sword, the three old men looked up, and their eyes melted instantly, and blood continued to flow out of the black hole-like eye sockets.

They let out shrill screams and covered their eyes in pain.

The green-gang giant sword seemed to be the king of swords. It trembled, and countless long swords in the entire sword-hidden tower turned into giants and fled away.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Tens of thousands of long swords fell in the four directions where Lin Yun sat cross-legged. Under the illumination of the green light sword intent, they became eclipsed and became rusty. An extremely strange sword tomb appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The giant sword seemed to swallow up all the edge of the sword light.

People in the distance did not dare to look up at all. The moment the brave people raised their heads, their eyes were stabbed with blood.

"My eyes!"

"Damn, what the hell is this!"

A group of people were terrified, trembling with fear in their hearts, and the entire Sword Hidden Tower dimmed under the light of the sword.

Everyone in the Feng family is even more desperate. The long swords with rusty blades are all Taoist soldiers without exception. There are even many hundred-marked holy swords, but even if the holy swords are

The moment the sword fell, it also became rusty and worthless.

It was so terrible, unimaginable horror, lingering in the hearts of the Feng family.

So many sword blades were damaged, and the loss was greater than anyone in the Feng family could have imagined. Feng Xuanzi's face changed with anger, and he spat out blood again.

Bang!

Lin Yun's handprints were changing, and the three swords on his chest were ejected directly under the pressure. The blades were stained with blood and flew backwards at a thunderous speed. In the blink of an eye, the sword hilts hit three white-haired old men.

He was hit so hard that they vomited blood and flew everywhere.

The vitality that was disappearing crazily from Lin Yun's body also stopped the moment the sword left his body, making him let out a long sigh of relief.

These three swords are really deadly, each one contains majestic sword power, and his body will be torn into pieces if he is even slightly close.

Even so, his life still hangs by a thread.

The most terrifying thing is that these three old men are too sophisticated, vicious, and cautious. But in the end, they are too cautious. Feng Tianyuan was timid in the last sword. The three old men were afraid that Lin Yun would die with them, so they chose the last sword.

A conservative, foolproof strategy.

This is all true, even a swordsman must be in awe when facing death.

But true victory will always fall only to the swordsman who is upright, upright and bright, and whose heart for the sword will never be extinguished.

Whoosh!

The moment the vitality stopped disappearing, Lin Yun spread his arms, his green shirt flying, and rose into the sky.

Nine Transformations of the Golden Crow!

He took nine steps in the air. After nine steps, he immediately caught up with the three people who were knocked away by the hilt of the sword. At the same time, the Sun Chasing Technique was brought to its peak. Golden light bloomed on his body, like the sun rising across the sky, beckoning.

The funeral flowers in the distance fell into his palm like a giant.
To be continued...