The formation is broken!

In the last level of the Dragon Ghost, the four mysterious formations guarded by the four gods were also broken in Lin Yun's hands.

The battle was beyond everyone's expectations.

At this moment, everyone in Qingyan Square could not calm down. The green giant sword that was in the void was too terrifying.

Who can stop the Qingming Holy Spirit?

Lin Yun showed his sword talent, which made everyone present so shocked that they could not speak. Even Gongsun Yan, who had been defeated by Lin Yun before, would be extremely difficult.

receive!

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

When the light disappeared, the terrible pressure that permeated the world suddenly disappeared, and all the young leaders present felt relieved.

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

This may be completely unsolvable in the realm of Tianto?

Thinking about it, it is really possible. No matter who it is, even the big guy in the Dragon Vein Realm, who imprisons his cultivation in the Tianpo Realm, he may not be able to face the Qingmang Giant Sword.

He just sacrificed the Holy Spirit, and before he could cast the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds, these old men were blinded by the light of the Holy Spirit.

That is because the sharpness of this sword is too sharp, and the protection of the body of the Tianpo Realm cannot resist at all, so it cannot be seen directly.

Originally, Lin Yun thought that one would definitely die against four, but now it seems that he might have been wrong. If the true holy spirit of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Cloud were sacrificed in advance, it might not have been so tragic that he almost fell directly if he accidentally fell.

If he was a little later and forced out of his three swords, he might have been dead.

After all, the first actual combat of the Qingmang Giant Sword was not very skilled, which is understandable.

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

The key is that the opponent's Meteorite sword technique is still very difficult to deal with, and if he is not careful, he will be banned.

Retracting his thoughts, Lin Yun swallowed the Nirvana Pill, and then reached out to seal the bloodline of the wounds from his heart. The three sword wounds were shocking, and he never stopped the blood that was penetrated.

The remaining sword intent is constantly impacting the internal organs.

Several ribs were crushed into powder directly. With a slight movement, they were in pain and unbearable.

Bang!

After Lin Yun sealed the wound, he circulated his true energy and drove out all the sword intents left by several white-haired old men in their bodies. The sword energy was stained with blood and burst out from his pores. It was not until this time that everyone woke up as if they were dreaming.

Hiss!

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

The people in Qingyan Square woke up from a dream until this time.

"What was that just now?"

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

"Haha, you still dare to watch?"

All kinds of uproar sounded one after another, and his eyes fell on the center of Qingyan Square, which had become a sword tomb, and it was still hard to hide his shock.

On the flying platform, Gongsun Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he said in a lost voice: "That is the real sword spirit of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds!"

The Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds are quite famous throughout the Eastern Wilderness, and they are once famous. Someone once used the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds to wipe out the masters of the Eastern Wilderness.

Many people went to the Holy Sword Peak, but unfortunately they had few gains and no one could recreate the glory of the day.

Gongsun Yan was knowledgeable and a little lost, and soon remembered the origin of the green giant sword. The other Feng family disciples on the stage were all like a bereaved parents, their faces were as if they were ashen, their eyes were dull, and they could not speak at all.

Today, this blow is really too heavy for them.

Countless eyes fell on Lin Yun, not only the Feng family's courtyard, but also many powerful people hiding in the distance were observing in secret.

"The 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. He was not very polite in his words. At this stage, he and the Feng family had completely broken their faces, and even made the worst plans in his heart.

"I can't give it to you, if you give it to the Feng family, you'll be done."

"The Thousand Thunder Swords have been in our Feng family for eighteen years... This is our signature. If the signature is gone, the foundation will be destroyed."

"Owner, think twice!"

A group of elders of the Feng family spoke hoarsely, talking nonstop. They didn't dare to speak loudly, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Although this behavior is very shameful, most of the people can understand it. If they were from the Feng family's perspective, they might not be really willing to hand over the Qianlei Sword.

But after all, this is a rule set by Zangjian Villa, and it is not something that a Feng family can decide.

If the Feng family did not hand over the Thousand Thunder Swords, would it be possible to hand over the other Tibetan sword towers all over Kunlun? The reputation of the Tibetan sword villa is very high, and Feng Xuanzi can't hold on if he is punished.

Moreover, the existence of the Thousand Thunder Swords over the past eighteen years has also won a lot of reputation for Qingyan Cang Sword Tower.

For Zangjian Tower, fame is business, and I don’t know how many benefits it is.

"Young Master Luo, what if Feng Xuanzi doesn't hand over the Qian Lei Sword?" Elder Bai looked at Feng Xuanzi who was silent and said with some concern.

"He can't help."

Under the white gauze hat, Luo Hua's words showed a very rare emotional fluctuation.

However, this emotional fluctuation made Elder Bai feel a little chilled. Mr. Luo kept silent, but he didn't know when he was so angry that he couldn't even control his murderous intent.

Everyone was waiting for Feng Xuanzi to make a decision. The people from the Feng family were waiting, the aristocratic families from the ancient realm were waiting, and the strong people who came to hide in the dark were waiting.

In the sword tomb, Lin Yun was also waiting.

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

Feng Xuanzi changed his tone and pondered: "This time the storm was too big. My Feng family not only lost many holy swords, but also killed many people. My second brother also died tragically. My Feng family needs a good rest. Three days later, you can get the Fenglei Sword again. What do you think, little brother?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many people showed disappointment.

This is a magnificent and impeccable sentence, but there are too many variables in three days. Who can guarantee that Lin Yun will still be alive in three days?

But there is no big flaw in this statement. There are indeed many people who died in the Feng family.

Jiang is still old, and the Qianlei Sword is probably still going to stay in the Feng family, so Lin Yun is afraid that he can't come and get it.

After Feng Tianyuan's death, Feng Xuanzi's emotions did not fluctuate at all. Gu Jing was not bored, and he did not show any anger or murderous intention when facing Lin Yun. He was so calm that he was outrageous.

But everyone knows that such people are definitely the most terrifying, and dogs that bite people will never bark fiercely.

Lin Yun was a little stunned and then laughed at himself.

He was shocked by the other party's shamelessness. He not only wanted a bitch, but also wanted to establish a chastity arch for himself.

He neither wants to hand over the Qianlei Sword nor let Zangjian Villa hold accountable. He really thinks Lin Yun is a three-year-old child.

"Feng Xuanzi, have you made enough trouble?"

Before Lin Yun could speak, Luo Hua's voice rang in the audience. She was not polite at all and said coldly: "Now, hand over the sword for me immediately. I don't want to repeat it again, so don't use these tricks in front of me."

hiss!

Everyone was gasping for cold breath, and they were scared by Luo Hua's tone. She was almost ordering Feng Xuanzi.

The aura she exuded was also shocking, and her words seemed unquestionable.

Feng Xuanzi's mouth twitched, and he was extremely annoyed deep in his heart. But when he thought of the other party's origin, he kept holding back the anger.

What does Lin Yun have to do with her?

He said tentatively: "This is the business of my Feng family and Lin Yun. Mr. Luo, can you be proud of me?"

"You don't have to think about it, and don't guess what I have to do with him. His business is mine. After the three levels have passed, the Thousand Thunder Sword should be handed over. He is willing to tell you the rules, so I am willing to tell you the rules. According to my temper, you will have one person killed now. I hope you will think clearly about the main and secondary of the matter. Your life is preserved by Lin Yun for you."

Luo Hua's voice was without any emotion, and unprecedented indifference made Feng Xuanzi's heart feel cold.

The other Feng family elders looked at Luo Hua with anger and looked very impatient.

When they thought, Feng Xuanzi had no need to worry about this woman. When would the Feng family have a turn to be a person who was trying to make trouble for the Feng family?

Lin Yun looked at Luo Hua, thinking about something, and had a little clarity in his heart.

"Take the sword!"

Feng Xuanzi's expression changed, but he still gritted his teeth and spit out two words.

"Owner!"

A group of elders of the Feng family immediately felt like they had lost their parents and started to stop them.

Feng Xuanzi said coldly: "Stop talking about it, take a sword. Just a Fenglei Sword. As long as I don't die, the Feng family will not fall!"

This is true. After all, he is the Tianxuan Master. As long as he is immortal, even if his vitality is severely damaged, he will not collapse.

But after losing the Qianlei Sword, the Feng family will most likely fall out after he dies.

Under Feng Xuanzi's insistence, the Eight Evil Soul Locking Array that had previously sunk underground reappeared.

Pools, ferocious beasts, huge swords of thousands of feet, and mountain-like stoves appeared one by one in everyone's eyes.

Things changed so quickly that many people couldn't react. What was the mysterious Luohua's origin? He obeyed Feng Xuanzizhi in a few words, and dared not speak out.
To be continued...