Tianjue Dojo.

After Lin Yun finished toasting, Daoxuan Sword Master began to toast one by one, and all the masters of the ten swordsman holy places made a toast.

As for the other sword masters, we really can't pay tribute to each other one by one, we can only pay tribute together.

After completing the etiquette aspect, Dao Xuan looked at Lin Yun and said with a smile: "Today is a rare opportunity. The world's holy land of swordsmanship and famous sword masters are all gathered here. How about we discuss how to flip the sword?"

Lin Yun smiled and said, "Yes."

Dao Xuan Sword Master stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile: "They say you want to ask the sword world. The protagonist of today's sword discussion must be you, the buried beauty, so you can decide the rules."

Since we are discussing swords, fighting is inevitable.

There are all Lin Yun's grandparents and even his grandparents present. No matter how the rules are set, it is inappropriate. Let Lin Yun decide it himself.

Lin Yun glanced around and said with a smile: "There have been a lot of rumors recently that I have refined the Heavenly Dragon Bone..."

As soon as these words came out, all the sword cultivators in Tianjue Dojo held their breath and looked over involuntarily, especially the group of Buddhist sword cultivators in Tianlong Temple.

Lin Yun paused and said with a smile: "Let me declare this is not a rumor, so when we discuss swords later, please don't think that you should be lenient because you are older than me."

All the swordsmen in the audience took a sip of tomatoes and thought it was quite strange. This guy was playing tricks.

I thought you were here to refute the rumors because you didn't refine the Heavenly Dragon Bone, but after a long time, you actually refined it.

Lin Yun looked around and said with a smile: "So there are rules. If there are no rules, if I can't be beaten to death, I will be beaten to death. The dragon bones will resist the beating."

The sword cultivators present were slightly startled when they heard this, and then laughed.

This Lin Yun is really no ordinary madman.

Daoxuan Sword Master was stunned when he heard Lin Yun's rules. There were no rules.

"Bury the playboy."

While he was stunned, Jian Jue, Yu Qingfeng's youngest disciple, stood up directly and looked at Lin Yun with a smile.

Jian Jue stood up and said: "Ten years ago, I had the cultivation level of the Great Sage. Since there are no rules, there are no restrictions on cultivation level. How about we fight directly?"

Sifang Jianxiu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Jian Jue's name is known to everyone in the Shenlong Empire. He has been invincible among his peers many years ago.

A genius who has never been born in Tianjue City for thousands of years!

Although he is over seventy years old, in the eyes of the sect leaders who are over a thousand years old, he is still a junior swordsman.

Jian Jue is a touchstone. If Lin Yun can't even beat Jian Jue, it means that he hasn't reached the stage of questioning the world of swordsmanship yet.

"Just what I wanted."

Lin Yun flew up and landed directly in the open space in the center of Tianjue Dojo, looking at Jianjue calmly.

"Be careful."

Sword Master Dao Xuan gave instructions, Jian Jue nodded, and ducked to the center of the dojo.

The two looked at each other, their qi and energy clashing, and their respective swords were competing against each other in every corner.

After a while, Jian Jue felt something was wrong.

His sword intent has reached its peak, but the opponent is still calm and smiling, as unpredictable as the abyss.

Can't wait any longer!

Jian Jue looked at Lin Yundao and said, "I'm offended!"

He stopped testing, and the sword intent on his body exploded like a volcano. All the swords in Tianjue Dojo buzzed, and in the blink of an eye, his sword power reached its peak.

It is impressive that he has the eighth-grade Haoyang Sword Intent, but it is far more than that, he has also mastered the Holy Path of the Sun.

The eighth-grade Sun Will and the eighth-grade Haoyang Sword Intention are perfectly integrated, reaching a level comparable to that of the ninth-grade Sword Intention, or even exceeding it.

Jian Jue drew a sword with his backhand and raised his hand to perform Tian Jue City's famous Sun Sword Technique, which was passed down by Yu Qingfeng himself.

This sword technique has a great reputation, ranking among the top three in the entire Kunlun. Even if it reaches the imperial realm, it may not be able to exert its full power.

Jian Jue swung his sword, and the dazzling sword light pierced people's eyes, making it impossible to open their eyes. The entire dojo was covered with a layer of gorgeous light.

Many of the masters of the Holy Land of Swordsmanship nodded secretly. This sword will definitely deserve the title of a genius that will never be seen in a thousand years. In another hundred years, he will be able to take over Tianjue City.

Lin Yun frowned slightly, was it my imagination?

Seems a little weak?

Jian Jue's attack was so fast that Lin Yun was slightly distracted, but it was hard to avoid the sword.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun forced to dodge, and the sword passed close to his face, cutting off several strands of black hair, and there was even a blood mark on his face.

Daoxuan smiled and stroked his beard.

"Be careful, my sword is very fast, this is just the beginning."

Jian Jue succeeded with one blow, laughed, and launched the Sun Sword Technique at a faster speed.

Swish, swish, swish!

His sword acquisition is really fast, and it changes a lot. Each sword has countless phantoms, and the trajectory of each phantom is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

In an instant, Jian Jue fired hundreds of swords, causing all the monks to scream in surprise.

What's even more terrifying is that his Sun Sword Domain has unfolded, like a solar oven spewing out the majestic and vast sacred fire of the sun.

Deep inside, it is difficult for people to move even an inch, and their body skills are greatly restricted.

"It doesn't seem to be an illusion."

Lin Yun muttered in his heart, then stretched out his hand and pushed forward.

No matter how the opponent changed, Lin Yun just pushed, and with this push, it was like a scroll being torn apart.

The majestic power surged forward, and Jian Jue felt a huge wave pushing him back. In front of this huge wave, his sword power was as small as a boat.

thump!

Jian Jue flew out upside down and looked forward in shock after landing.

Lin Yunfeng smiled lightly and said: "My sword has passed the realm of fast and slow. There is no difference between fast and slow."

This is the secret of swordsmanship that Lin Yun realized after comprehending the holy way of Tai Chi. A fast sword can kill people, but a slow sword can also kill people.

Jian Jue is also proud of his fast sword. The two have similar cultivation levels, but their understanding of swords is completely different.

"Your Excellency, are you teasing me again? I haven't tried my best yet..."

Jian Jue was naturally unconvinced and wanted to fight again after getting up.

"It makes no difference."

Lin Yun said lazily, then stretched out his hand, and Jian Jue, who had just been pushed back, was pulled over again.

Jian Jue suddenly held his breath in his heart, thinking that after getting closer, he would break free and catch Lin Yun off guard.

Lin Yun seemed to see through what he was thinking, tearing down half of it and pushing it back forward.

So the sword cultivator present saw an extremely surprising scene.

Jian Jue's body was in mid-air, pulling back and forth with Lin Yun's hands, explaining what it meant to play between the palms of his hands.

The faces of the disciples from Tianjuecheng's line turned dark immediately.

What kind of sword is this talking about?

Jian Jingtian couldn't help but laugh. He was also a junior brother, so the gap was a bit big.

Ye Guhan quickly scolded: "Lin Yun, how rude are you? Let me go immediately."

"oh."

As soon as Lin Yun let go, his majestic sword intent all over the center of the dojo disappeared, and the sword was blown back with a bang.

The disciples of Tianjue City all glared at Lin Yun, all of them extremely angry.

Dao Xuan's face turned dark. He asked you to discuss swords, but he didn't ask you to play ball. You just played.

"Since there are no rules, how about we bury the beauties with a few moves?"

The people of the Sword Emperor's lineage in Tianjue City couldn't sit still, and an older middle-aged man stood up in the crowd.

It was Jian Jue's senior brother Chu Liang, a veteran sword master whose cultivation was at the peak of the Great Sage's Infinite Realm.

"I am over 800 years old. I would have gained some advantage in fighting against my little brother, but now that you have refined the Heavenly Dragon Bone, it is no longer a bully."

As soon as Chu Liang came up, he announced his home and looked at Lin Yun with a sullen expression.

Lin Yun smiled and said: "Of course it doesn't count. I have already said that if you can't beat me to death, you will beat me to death. Tianlong bones are very resistant to beatings."

"I'm offended!"

As soon as Chu Liang took action, his cultivation level in the Infinite Realm exploded, and the number of rules of the Holy Path lingering behind him was dazzling.

His profound cultivation is far beyond that of an ordinary great sage, and he is Yu Qingfeng's disciple, so his swordsmanship talent is definitely not weak.
To be continued...