Lin Yun was overjoyed, this movement technique was indeed amazing.

The old man guarding the pavilion laughed. It was good that Lin Yun could see it. After all, he was going to represent the sword pavilion in the dragon feast.

The stronger the strength, the more beneficial it is to the sect.

Time passed, and in the next few days, Lin Yun practiced the Soaring Cloud Technique deep in the sword pavilion.

Thousands of miles a day, rapid progress.

Seven days later.

Outside the territory of the Great Qin Empire, two figures slowly fell. They came from Xuanyang Palace in Youzhou, one old and one young.

The old man has a Heavenly Soul cultivation level, and he is also a Heavenly Soul, but the vast pressure on this old man is far beyond what Wen Yanbo can match. If the two of them fight, Wen Yanbo will be defeated miserably once they meet, and he will not be a match at all.

But what's even more surprising is that young man. He is young, standing side by side with the old man in black, and the pressure on him is actually as strong as that of the old man in black.

The young man was none other than Qin Yang, the extremely evil Qin Yang who had met Lin Yun several times outside Mujian City.

"It's not easy to come to this shabby place, but we finally arrived."

Qin Yang curled his lips, he was very uncomfortable with the thin spiritual energy in this remote and remote place.

The old man in black next to him was quiet and talkative, smiling and saying nothing.

boom!

At this moment, in the hinterland of the Great Qin Empire, a flash of sword light rose into the sky, stirring up chaos in the sky.

Across an extremely long distance, both of them felt the terrifying power of this sword and frowned slightly.

"There are people in places like this who have been promoted to Heavenly Soul. Their aura is still so thick. They are no longer much weaker than the senior elders of Xuanyang Palace. It seems to be in the direction of the Sword Pavilion."

There was a look of surprise in Qin Yang's eyes, and he looked extremely surprised, and then he became solemn again.

"It should be the Mei Pavilion Master who is in retreat."

The old man in black's eyes flickered. After all, Jian Wuming was the one who created this sword pavilion, and there are still strong men coming and going.

"But what needs to be done must still be done."
Chapter completed!