Chapter 1,186

Seeing the shadow of the sword filling the sky, Lin Yun stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword and pulled it out of its sheath out of habit.

Buzz!

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

The centerpiece of the Hundred Ghosts' Night Parade Formation is the Flower Burial Sword in his hand. Although he doesn't know the details of this formation, it would be very miserable to think about it once the sword is drawn.

I think of Ye Feifan saying that many people ignore the first level and don’t even use their trump cards for the first level.

Even if he is lucky enough to pass the level, he will die in the second level. Lin Yun vaguely thought of something.

Perhaps, it was not that they intentionally ignored the first level, but that they did not notice the strangeness of this formation. Once the sword is drawn, certain methods and strengths will be restricted by the formation, and they will not be able to use their trump cards.

It's not ignoring it, it's forcing it.

It must be so!

Lin Yun suddenly understood in his heart, and there was no other explanation other than this.

Moreover, all the people who passed through the level were dead, and there was no way to explain the strangeness of Baigui's Night Parade. Others only saw that the leader who passed through the level did not use his trump card in the first level, and fell bruised and bruised in the second level, but they never thought that the Hundred Ghosts

The key to night walking is the sword in your hand.

What a sinister method!

A chill ran across Lin Yun's body, and when he looked around, he realized that it was already too late to dodge.

Nine Transformations of the Golden Crow!

When there was no time left, Lin Yun reached out and loosened his shoulders, pushing the Golden Crow Nine Transformation Technique to the extreme. His figure flew across the sky, moving around and dodging back and forth in the light of many strangled swords.

Those who watched the movements were dazzled and astonished.

But even so, Lin Yun wasted some time after all, and when he landed, three places on his body were injured by the sword light.

Swish!

The blood instantly stained the blue shirt red. Fortunately, it was not a critical injury, and it didn't hurt to look scary.

"kill!"

Seeing him land, hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen changed their steps like overwhelming arrows, shattering the void and rushing towards Lin Yun like lightning.

Clang clang clang!

The sound of gold and stone clashing kept ringing, and Lin Yun's sword remained unsheathed, resisting the swordsmen in black who were attacking from all directions.

Even though the sword was not unsheathed, Lin Yun's skills were still breathtaking, showing his exquisite swordsmanship.

His body was fluttering like fallen leaves, turning back and forth, his defense was airtight.

But there are too many!

There were too many people, one hundred black-clothed swordsmen, and ten of them would kill him every time. One-on-one, he might not be able to defeat him, but he could be swarmed up, front, back, left, and right, with killing moves everywhere, making Lin Yun's sword skills fettered everywhere.

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After one wave, the opponent immediately followed with another wave. One hundred people were divided into ten groups, and each group of ten people could launch an offensive against him without stopping.

The vast black shadow is endless, ebbing and flowing, endless.

"What's going on? Why doesn't Lin Yun draw his sword?"

"If I don't draw my sword, I really won't be able to hold on..."

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

The situation on the field was extremely dangerous, and Lin Yun never made any move to draw his sword, which made the people watching extremely puzzled.

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

But right now, Lin Yun has made himself extremely passive.

The opponent is like a tide, coming in one wave after another, fast and hard. Without attacking, just defending, no matter how exquisite the defense is, there will definitely be a moment of collapse.

"This kid, can't you see anything?"

When the eldest elder of the Feng family saw that Lin Yun never drew his sword, his expression changed slightly and he looked extremely nervous.

Feng Xuanzi sneered and said: "So what if you see it? Drawing the sword means death. If you don't draw the sword, you will only die worse. Death is the word anyway!"

"That's right."

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

This is a conspiracy, and it has nothing to do with whether you can spot the clues.

"This can't go on like this!"

Lin Yun thought to himself, and for a while, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

When fighting with others, there is never any reason to only defend and not attack.

It's not that easy to kill me!

Seeing ten swordsmen in black coming to kill him again, Lin Yun raised his brows slightly, and the sharpness in his eyes sharpened.

In a situation that no one could have imagined, he slapped the hilt of the Burial Flower Sword hard with his palm, and heard a loud bang.

boom!

The scabbard was forced 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 were killed. Then he stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen indifferently.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"You really don't want to draw your sword anymore?"

"Oh my God, you are so arrogant! I have never heard of anyone breaking the Hundred Demons Night Sword Formation without using a sword!"

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

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

"Don't……"

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

Luo Hua said calmly: "Sit down."

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

"Hahaha, this kid is completely confused, he can't hold it anymore!" The eldest elder of the Feng family laughed wildly on the VIP table, with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he had already seen Lin Yun being torn into pieces by hundreds of swordsmen in black.

Death without a burial place.

"snort!"

Feng Xuanzi snorted coldly and said nothing.

But the look on his face was extremely cold and silent. He looked towards Lin Yun and saw that the other party was already dead in his eyes.

"hey-hey!"

Feng Xiaoyu suppressed a grin and looked extremely excited.

But at this moment, Lin Yun didn't know when a jade flute appeared in his hand. When the jade flute was placed on his lips, Lin Yun's long hair parted in the middle began to fly up and down automatically without wind.

At that moment, Lin Yun's almost perfect facial features and flawless handsome face made all the women present couldn't help but feel excited.

So beautiful!

The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world. I'm afraid it's nothing more than this.

Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu, the Twelve Rhythms of Yin and Yang, and the way of music. If you don’t enter this door, they are all Sanskrit sounds.

As soon as you enter this door, you will hear the voice of a prince!

Lin Yun's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened wide the moment the opponent came to kill him.

boom!

The majestic sword intent surged wildly at this moment, showing unprecedented sharpness in an instant.

The voice of the prince, the half-step sword intention of the divine sky, the holy instrument purple jade divine bamboo flute. Playing a piece of dusty light sword technique, I asked, where did the flowers come from?

The sound of the flute was like the roar of the emperor in the future, the sound was deafening and shook the sky.

All the black-clothed swordsmen who were enveloped by the sword's intention froze in their movements instantly. They were enveloped by the boundless sword force before they had time to think. Under the pressure of this prince's voice, they felt like common people facing the emperor.

Shrouded in pressure, it's like walking on thin ice!

Wherever you can see, you dare not look directly!

Clang Clang Clang!

The menacing hundreds of swordsmen found it difficult to get close to Lin Yun in an instant. Under the shroud of the flute sound, they were instantly wiped out. Lin Yun was at a disadvantage of one against a hundred.

Hundreds of swordsmen were instantly in disarray, focusing on one thing and not on the other, unable to form a formation.

In the center of Qingyan Square, sword light flashed continuously, and every swordsman in black faced this unimaginable sword power.

As the sound of the flute slowly bloomed, Lin Yun's whole body burst out with silver light, and his blue shirt flew. He was like a fairy falling in the middle of the moon, the sound of the flute was ethereal, and the sword intent that burst out was magnificent, vast and boundless.
To be continued...