Chapter 1898

Tianxuan Sword Saint was so powerful that he even showed his true face.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and said calmly: "Senior... are you joking."

"The Yaoguang lineage is not like this. Do you dare to do it or not?" Tianxuan Sword Saint sneered.

Master, what did you do?

Lin Yun smiled bitterly in his heart and said embarrassedly: "Uncle Master, I don't know what you said?"

"Still pretending to be stupid?"

Tianxuan Sword Saint said coldly: "Did Jian Wuming teach you this way? If you don't admit it, I will kill you now!"

boom!

With the majestic murderous aura, Lin Yun's turtle god seal was immediately hit hard, and there was a tendency to collapse at any time.

"Then uncle of the master will kill me."

Lin Yun said in a deep voice.

Buzz!

Without any warning, a holy sword broke through the air and fell on Lin Yun's eyes in just a moment.

Lin Yuncanglong's sword heart had already sensed, but he didn't hide in the end, and he didn't even blink.

The cold light at the tip of the sword was only a slightest distance from his eyes. If it were ordinary people, they would have been scared to death.

Time seemed to have stopped. Swish, Tianxuan Sword Saint waved his hand and the holy sword retreated back.

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, uncle, for your mercy."

"I am not showing mercy by my subordinates, I just confirmed your identity."

Tianxuan Sword Saint said lightly: "Ye Guhan and Ye Qingtian are indeed in a good relationship. He also asked for love for Ye Qingtian that day, so I did not kill him."

"But Ben Sheng had seen him a year ago, and there was something else he had when he sneaked into the Holy Immortal Pool."

Lin Yun's face changed, and Tianxuan Sword Saint actually knew this.

"A person's talent can accumulate strength, his cultivation can skyrocket out of thin air, and his swordsmanship can be a thousand miles a day, but one thing is difficult to change. Do you know what it is?"

"I don't know."

"It is a desire for life. He is a living person. Ye Qingtian has great concern in his heart. No matter how much humiliation he suffers, he will survive in the world."

Tianxuan Sword Saint said: "You are not, and there is no such person in the Yaoguang lineage. Yesterday, when you picked up your pen and wrote, this Saint guessed your identity. Qinghe didn't dare to see this Saint,

You didn't hide from this sword just now, and I was already sure in my heart."

Lin Yun's eyes changed, and he did not comment.

"If you want to pretend, continue to pretend. I don't bother to expose you, just like I didn't want to expose Jian Wuming back then." There was a hint of cold sharpness hidden in the cold expression of Tianxuan Sword Saint. That's

Only sword cultivators have character and arrogance.

"From now on, you will be practicing swords with me." Tianxuan Sword Saint pondered.

"How long does it take to practice?"

"Let's talk about learning the Thirteenth Sword first."

Tianxuan Sword Saint was bathed in the body of the holy light again, becoming unfathomable, as ethereal as clouds and mist, and high above.

She took out the paper and inkstone, then lowered her head to write.

As the brush and ink are formed, each stroke, stroke, point and horizontal stroke, all of which are boundless holy brilliance condensed.

Swish swish swish swish!

Six ink and water figures flew out of the paper and held the holy sword in hand and rushed towards Lin Yun.

But it is exactly the same as Yao Guang's way of teaching his disciples, except that Tianxuan Sword Saint is even more ruthless.

The six ink and water figures were all fierce and fierce, and they were all used by the Firefly God Sword.

Moreover, the sword intent is without exception, all reach the galaxy realm, and all cultivation is in the Nirvana realm.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun suddenly had no other thoughts and rose up in the sky, but after landing, he was still surrounded by figures.

He didn't care much at first, but he soon started to complain.

Huh!

But in a moment, a sword wound was left on his body, blood flew everywhere, and the stars and sword fire on the wound kept burning.

Even with the Double Dragon Holy Body, Lin Yun grinned in pain, and the feeling was really not very good.

Tianxuan Sword Saint ignored it and continued to write. The sword move of the ink and wash figure changed again, and it was still the Firefly God Sword, the second, third, and fourth swords were used one after another.

Even with the warning of Canglong Sword Heart, Lin Yun was still tired of dealing with it, and his injuries continued to increase.

On the square in front of Wuchen Palace, sword lights are everywhere and people are silhouetted.

Lin Yun activated the Sun-Chasing Divine Art to the limit, and moved in a square inch, almost divided into six.

But he was still at a loss. Finally, when the seventh sword was about to be killed, the burial flower in his hand was directly knocked out.

Rush!

Six ink and water figures sealed him with swords from all directions, and could not move in an instant.

"Is Yaoguang disciple only at this level?"

Tianxuan Sword Saint stopped writing and said with a slight sarcastic sarcasm.

Lin Yun looked extremely dissatisfied in his eyes, and he deliberately sacrificed the Canglong Sword Heart and spread the Golden Crow Holy Wings.

But the moment he looked up, he happened to collide with the other person's eyes, and the other person's expression was quite interesting.

It seems that you like to pretend, but when you pretend, you will wait for Lin Yun to reveal his identity on his own initiative.

I just pretended!

Lin Yun's temper also came to his senses. He reached out and bounced away the holy sword in front of him, then carried two swords, and finally the Burial Flower flew over and blocked all the remaining four swords.

"Is the Tianxuan lineage just like this?"

Lin Yun raised his eyebrows and smiled.

But he soon couldn't laugh. Tianxuan Sword Saint didn't talk nonsense to him and kept writing.

Then write and dance.

When the Twelve Swords were finished, Lin Yun was covered in sword wounds, bloody, holding the sword and kneeling on the ground on one knee.

"Where is another sword?"

Lin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and pondered, "There are still ten thousand swords left in the thirteen swords of fireflies and Guiyi."

"Resting for half a stick of incense sticks, continue."

Tianxuan Sword Saint did not answer, and only let him rest for half a stick of incense.

Then cycle again!

By the time of sunset, the Firefly Sword Technique had been circulating nearly a hundred times, and each time there were no thirteen swords and ten thousand swords.

Lin Yun was a little suspicious that Tianxuan Sword Saint was not here to teach him sword skills, but to be purely revenge.

If you are willing to teach, you should also teach him that Wan Jianyi is the first twelve swords. Lin Yun has already learned the previous twelve swords.

"Continue tomorrow."

Tianxuan Sword Saint rose up in the sky and did not stay for a moment.

Lin Yun took a deep breath, but didn't ask anything after all, and sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to heal his wounds.

He is not such a person who admits defeat so easily.

...

The next day.

Sword cultivators from all over the place rushed towards Yuyang Palace. Today is the day when Tianxuan Sword Saint finds everyone, no one dares to delay.

In two days, the three words left by Tianxuan Sword Saint that day each gained a lot.

Wang Ziyue came to Chen Zhong and whispered: "Have you seen Ye Qingtian?"

"without."

Chen Zhong shook his head.

Ye Qingtian was very eye-catching. If it really appeared, it would be impossible for him not to notice it.

"It's weird, where did this guy go?" Wang Ziyue said in confusion.

He came to Japan today to invite Lin Yun to accompany him, but he lost all of them. After coming to the dojo, he still didn't see the latter.

"Don't worry, that guy will definitely come." Chen Zhong said disrespectfully.

Wang Ziyue looked at the Sifang Jian Cultivator and muttered: "I don't know why Uncle Master suddenly attached importance to the naming sword conference. I have never cared about it in the past many sessions."

Chen Zhong smiled and said, "In the past, the ranking of the Heavenly Dao Sect was extremely poor. After all, it was not established by swords. Maybe the uncle of the master could not stand it."

"Maybe."
To be continued...