Many disciples in the Fuyun Sword Sect saw this strange phenomenon and seemed shocked, turning their heads to look.

"What is this kid doing?"

The Fuyun Master in the main hall of the sect narrowed his eyes and looked at Ting Fengju from afar, showing a look of doubt.

The clouds are not my intentions, and I have been blinking my fingers for ten thousand years.

The world changes, and the stars change.

Ting Feng lives inside, and Lin Yun is in the place where he lives, as if it has been ten thousand years.

"Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

The sword seal in Lin Yun's hand suddenly took shape, and the thirteen green phoenixes perfectly merged into a long sword with green light shining and purple thunder.

Wow!

Under the sword light, the stones, dust, metals, plants and trees on the ground melted.

This place instantly turned into a deserted ruin without any vitality.

The green-bright giant sword seemed to be the king of the sword. With a trembling sound, countless long swords of the entire Fuyun Sword Sect turned into a rushing Hong and fled.

clang! clang! clang! clang!

Tens of thousands of long swords fell on the melting ground. No matter how sharp and shining the sword, the moment it fell, it immediately became eclipsed and rusty.

A strange sword tomb appeared in Ting Feng's middle, and the green sword seemed to swallow all the sharpness of the sword light.

when!

Seeing that the sword intent seemed to be unstoppable, the Fuyun Master in the main hall of the sect swept his fingers and a sound like a dusk drum and morning bell rang out in the void.

rock!

Many long swords that were halfway through the ground fell one after another, which made the owner of the sword breath relieved.

"The giant green shadow, the king of the sword..."

Lin Yun turned around and looked at it, his eyes fixed on the blue giant sword, and his eyes were filled with surprise.
Chapter completed!