If you don't draw your sword, that's it. Once you draw your sword, you'll be defeated instantly.

No matter what kind of advantage they had gained before, losing in front of this sword was unacceptable to anyone.

Naturally, Holy Son Daoyang was frustrated. He smiled bitterly and said, "I know why you didn't draw your sword in the first place."

Lin Yun thought for a while and explained: "Actually, it's not that exaggerated. In a real fight, I can't defeat you with a single sword."

"Although I haven't drawn my sword, I've always been observing your martial arts and the rules of the holy way. Even if I don't draw my sword, once I draw my sword, all the flaws I've found before will come into play."

To be honest, he almost fell into danger several times, and Saint Son Daoyang's devouring method still gave him a headache.

"No need to comfort me." Daoyang Shengzi smiled and said: "I can see that your sword is simply indescribable. The Firefly Divine Sword seems to have been integrated into your soul, and I can no longer see its original shadow.

"

Lin Yun was noncommittal and said with a smile: "That's true."

The Firefly Divine Sword is divided into the Introductory Scroll, the Holy Scroll and the Dao Scroll. He has completely used the first two volumes for his own use and turned them into an instinctive part of his body.

Especially after realizing that Yu Qingfeng's flowing water does not compete for the first place, this Firefly Divine Sword becomes increasingly different from its original appearance.

In the end, on the basis of not fighting for the lead, he realized that the dead were like a husband, and even the shadow of Sword Emperor Yu Qingfeng was gone.

It looks like one sword, but it actually has the power of two firefly swords superimposed, and then it explodes in multiples.

"Last question!"

Holy Son Daoyang said seriously: "I clearly swallowed all your sword power, so why did you take it all back in one thought?"

He was extremely confused about this, which was why he dared to let Lin Yun draw his sword.

Once a swordsman's sword power is frustrated, his strength will be severely damaged, which is more serious than being injured.

Even if a swordsman is injured, the sword in his hand is still sharp and can still kill people. This is the scary thing about swordsmen.

But once the sword power is destroyed, it is extremely difficult to reassemble it, and in some cases it is impossible to solve it.

Lin Yun sighed lightly, looked at the towering pavilion in the distance, and said in deep thought: "It's Senior Tianxing, he gave me a lamp, which exists between illusion and reality. If the seven-star lamp is not extinguished, the power of the sword will not change."

If it is cut off, the light can be rekindled with just one thought.”

"Is there such a mystery between reality and illusion?" Daoyang murmured.

Lin Yun thought for a while and muttered: "You can understand that in the dream, he put a lamp in my dream, and then I lit it up. Unless someone can extinguish this seven-star lamp in the dream, my sword power

It will never be destroyed.”

Daoyang Shengzi was dumbfounded and opened his mouth wide. This was too exaggerated.

After being surprised, I became filled with envy. This girl is so lucky.

Lin Yun guessed what he was thinking and smiled without explaining much.

The process of lighting the seven-star lantern is extremely dangerous, and even if ordinary people have the opportunity, they may not be able to succeed.

Even for him, the process was a narrow escape, and his scalp is still numb just thinking about it now.

Lin Yun changed the subject and said, "Even without the seven-star lantern, my current sword power will be difficult to destroy."

Daoyang was startled and said: "So you did it on purpose? You guys are so... terrible, are you deliberately trying to expose me?"

Lin Yun smiled and said: "It wasn't intentional. I almost overturned. I still underestimated the power of the Devouring Way."

The corner of Daoyang's mouth twitched: "It's scary, this is just a discussion, it's too serious."

Lin Yun muttered: "Since you are going all out, you must use all your strength. Strategy is also a kind of strength. Otherwise... I don't know how many times I will die."

When Daoyang heard this, he felt a chill on his back. He slowly turned his head to look at Lin Yun. He really couldn't guess what this man had gone through to be able to say such a thing.

"What are your next plans?" Daoyang asked.

"Let's stay in Tiandaozong first and wait for my senior brother's arrangements." Lin Yun smiled with a look of expectation in his eyes.

He still has considerable trust in his senior brother.

"What about you?" Lin Yun asked.

Daoyang pointed to the attic and said seriously: "Senior Tianxing gave me that building. I probably won't be able to leave Feiyun Mountain for a long time."

Lin Yun envied: "This is a big treasure."

He has been inside, but there are many eye-opening collections on the first floor, including Yu Qingfeng's notes, and he dare not even think about the other floors.

"You are welcome to come at any time." Daoyang Shengzi smiled boldly.

"Then I'll thank you first." Lin Yun said sincerely.

"Hehe, you're welcome." Daoyang didn't take it seriously.

The two of them separated. Daoyang hesitated to speak. He had a lot to say, but finally couldn't bear it any longer. He just stopped Lin Yundao and said: "Hey, Saint Killer, don't die. I will probably stay in Feiyun Mountain for a lot of time."

It's been years, I don't want to find you when I come out, you have to wait for me, we have another fight."

Lin Yun was startled for a moment and then understood.

This guy probably promised Senior Tianxing before that he would bring back the Human Emperor Sword.

Lin Yun smiled and said: "Then you have to work harder. That sword has a bad temper. Don't wait until I become emperor. You haven't even come out yet. I still want to see you again."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving only a silhouette walking further and further away.

"A crow's mouth." Holy Son Daoyang said with a smile.

"Daoyang, it's time to go back and read! This fairy has been ordered by the master to supervise you!" Fairy He jumped over and said with a smile.

Holy Son Daoyang's smile disappeared, and he said with a melancholy expression: "Hey, I am pitiful that this Holy Son is at his most charming and charming age. From now on, I can only see you. All the beauties in the world have no chance of being with this Holy Son, and they will all be buried in flowers like this."

Young Master is so sad."

He glanced at Fairy He with a look of disgust, and the latter's face turned red in anger, with a blush on her extremely pleasant face, and said angrily: "You dislike me, and I dislike you, you bastard

Sloppy guy."

She looked up and down at Daoyang. He had messy hair, unkempt beard, and tattered clothes. No one would object if he said he was a beggar, and he had the nerve to call himself a saint.

"You know what, it's your temperament."

Daoyang patted He Fairy on the head, shook his head and walked towards Yunzhong Immortal Pavilion. He Fairy quickly caught up with him.

The sounds of one person and one crane constantly echoing above the sea of ​​clouds.

Back at Purple Thunder Peak, Lin Yun did not wait for his senior brother, but instead waited for an unexpected guest.

Master Zilei Peak was accompanying him respectfully. When he saw Lin Yun arriving, he immediately smiled and said: "Elder Saint, this kid is here."

Lin Yun saw it from a distance. It was Mu Xueling, the sage elder of Tianxiang Mountain.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Lin Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled casually.

Master Zilei Peak immediately scolded: "You kid, know some etiquette. This is the holy elder of the sacred mountain. Quickly salute."

Mu Xueling, who was rare, did not stop him, as if he was waiting for Lin Yun to salute.

Lin Yun curled his lips, reluctantly.

The two of them were so familiar that the salute was too crude.

"Why are you still young? Hurry up." Master Zi Lei said displeased.

Lin Yun didn't want to refute the old peak master's face, so he cupped his hands and said, "Young Lin Yun, I have met the Holy Elder."

"That's right. Let's talk first, Elder Saint. I'll take my leave first. If you need anything, you can always call me." The Master of Purple Thunder Peak patted Lin Yun and left with a smile.

This saint?

Lin Yun was about to call Mu Xueling in when he suddenly woke up and couldn't help but look at the back of Master Zi Lei.

It is gratifying that the old peak master has finally been promoted to the Holy Realm.

It was time for promotion. When we first met, the old peak master was stuck on the last step.

I don’t know if all of my senior brothers have been promoted to Saint Kings now.

The third senior brother should not have a big problem. Although he is not as stunning as the first senior brother, he has always been stable and has his own merits.

The main reason is Feng Jue, an old hapless guy who has been beaten since we met him.

The master said that he was a late bloomer, after the holy realm, will he catch up from behind?

Jian Jingtian was extremely talented and beautiful, and his mastery of swordsmanship still seemed unfathomable to Lin Yun. He could draw the earth as a prison, and he didn't know when he would become a saint.

"Lin Yun, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Mu Xueling's face was solemn, with a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Lin Yun woke up with a start and said quickly: "Holy Elder, please."

"snort."

Mu Xueling snorted coldly, and then her face improved a little.

"I didn't realize before that Elder Sheng is quite arrogant." Lin Yun invited the other party to sit down, and said with a smile while serving tea and water.

Mu Xueling said coldly: "I personally gave you the blood of the Heavenly Dragon, so I can't bear this gift from you?"
To be continued...