Chapter 392

Dressed in a green shirt, with long hair dancing lightly, and carrying a sword box.

If it's not Lin Yun, who else can there be?

After he rushed from the imperial capital to the Sword Pavilion, he didn't go anywhere, and came directly to the station of the Gentlemen's League.

Coincidentally, I happened to see this Wang Yan, who was fighting against the Eight King Kongs.

If he was in a very happy mood, he was even interested, and talked about himself......

On the martial arts field, Lin Yun, who suddenly appeared, made Wang Yan startled. But immediately, he calmed down, killing is forbidden in the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, no matter who violates it, there will be no forgiveness, this is an iron law.

If it weren't for this iron law, this Lin Yun would have been slaughtered by him countless times in the Sword Pavilion at the beginning.

Unexpectedly, feng shui took turns and turned around so quickly.

The iron law that he hated to death at the beginning has now become the sword of Shang Fang to protect himself.

What's more, this is the Gentlemen's League!

Hundreds of Sword Pavilion disciples who were loyal to him had all gathered here, and this Lin Yun still wanted to turn the sky upside down?

"Little sword slave, what are you doing here? This place, can you sword slave come? Get out!"

Wang Yan's face was gloomy, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Lin Yun coldly.

The Eight Great King Kongs looked cautious, beckoned, and the disciples of the Gentlemen's League outside the martial arts arena quickly approached him.

Like, too similar......

Lin Yun looked at the other party's eyes, this face in his mind, constantly overlapping with the eyes he saw in the Silent Annihilation Mountain Range.

When they are completely overlapped, they are exactly the same.

That's it.

With a move of his hand, Lin Yun held the funeral sword that popped out of the box, his face was expressionless, and he walked forward coldly.

"Dare to come to my gentleman's league to spread wilderness and look for death! Give me a good lesson about this sword slave!"

Seeing Lin Yun approaching step by step, Wang Yan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he shouted coldly.

Suddenly, a sharp blade was drawn out of the sheath, and the cold light was cold and shining.

Boom!

But the swords in the hands of these members of the Gentlemen's League had just pulled out half an inch, when they heard a piercing sword sound, which resounded in all directions and reverberated endlessly.

The sound of the sword was loud, like the roar of a dragon, covering up the sound of hundreds of them drawing their swords.

It's like a river pouring into the ocean, and it disappears without a trace in an instant.

Wow!

When the funeral sword is unsheathed, the bright sword light is like a meteor crossing the sky, the light is dazzling, and the only one in the martial arts arena is dark.

Rub rub!

The blades in their hands, under Lin Yun's powerful half-step innate sword intent, trembled incessantly, and they were completely uncontrollable.

A long sword came out of his hand and stuck it in the ground. As if kneeling down to worship the king, he prostrated and trembled......

The vast sword might, like the light of fireflies, competes with the bright moon.

The people of the Gentlemen's League, their faces brushed, and they immediately turned pale.

Hundreds of sharp swords stuck in the ground were like merciless mockery, like cold-blooded slaps in the face.

Except for the Eight Great King Kongs and a very small number of people, who tried their best to hold the sword in their hand, the swords of the rest flew out.

The sword is the life of a swordsman.

The sword is in the person, the sword breaks the person, and a swordsman can't even hold the sword, which is the greatest humiliation.

With such strength, Wang Yan actually fantasized about teaching Lin Yun a lesson.

It's just a fool's dream, and I don't know what to do.

Can more ants bite an elephant?

Wrong!

No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants, and they can't kill elephants, but elephants can kill countless ants with a single sneeze.

If you want to bite an elephant to death, you must at least be a wolf.

It's a pity that this group of people is no different from ants in front of Lin Yun.

His current strength is no longer what it used to be, and it is not the same.

Cultivating the Ancient Golden Prosperity Inheritance Technique, mastering the peak consummate spirit level top-grade sword technique, the incomparable half-step innate sword intent, and the terrifying cultivation of the Xuanwu Ninefold......

Not to mention, there are still dragon elephant battle body tricks and dragon and tiger fist body, and the secret technique is to finger the sword.

His hole cards, his methods, and his terrible have long exceeded Wang Yan's imagination.

In front of the members of the Gentlemen's League, Wang Yan's cultivation barely reached the Xuanwu Ninefold, and the rest were no more than the Xuanwu Eightfold Cultivation.

What's the use of such waste, no matter how much it is?

Airplanes!

The sword body overflowing with light trembled, and Lin Yun held the sword in one hand, step by step, and walked forward.

The invisible sword momentum fell on the people of the Gentlemen's League, making many people feel like a mountain of pressure, in pain, their legs trembled, and it was extremely difficult to even stand firm.

The Eight King Kongs, who were guarding in front of Wang Yan, were shocked in their hearts, and the look in their eyes was extremely frightened.

Their impression of Lin Yun was still that the other party only had the Xuanwu Five-fold Cultivation, and they could only compete with them by being close to the Red Flame Battle Banner.

But I didn't expect that I wouldn't see each other for a few months.

It is already a high mountain, and the ocean is endless, except for the unfathomable, it is completely unfathomable.

"Lin Yun, what do you want to do, do you still want this Sword Pavilion to kill people?"

The horror in Wang Yan's heart was even more indescribable, this sword momentum that made the Gentlemen's Alliance almost rout before the battle was even more than he could have expected.

I thought of a possibility in my mind, and I immediately panicked......

Is this guy really going to kill me?

"Don't let him come!"

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Yan could no longer keep his composure, left a sentence, and ran away.

He doesn't want to die, he has just done a great thing for the eldest prince, and he will definitely be in charge of the Wang clan in the future, and he will enjoy endless wealth and glory.

How can you die at the hands of a sword slave, it is absolutely impossible!

"Get out of the way, or...... Die. ”

Regarding Wang Yan's escape, Lin Yun did not panic at all, and calmly looked at the group of people in front of him.

Wow!

Except for the Eight King Kongs, the rest of the members of the Gentlemen's League, who had already been frightened, scattered in all directions. They are all disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and it is only because Wang Yan is rich in wealth and generous that they are the first to look forward to him, but they are far from the point of working for him.

The only people who are truly loyal to him are the Eight Great King Kongs, and these eight people are similar to the retainers of the Wang family. is not loyal to the Sword Pavilion, only loyal to Wang Yan.

"If you have a kind, you will kill us!"

The Eight King Kongs of the Gentlemen's League held the sword in his hand hard, staring at Lin Yun with no intention of retreating.

"As you wish. ”

The sword came out, the wind rose and fell, and a bloody light rushed out from the necks of the eight people. His eyes widened angrily, and he couldn't figure out how Lin Yun came out with the sword until he died.

Thump!

Eight people fell to the ground at the same time, and the moment they fell to the ground, life fell, and they died on the spot.

Such a terrifying scene happened to be seen by Wang Yan, who turned back, and his feet immediately weakened, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Then he used his hands and feet together, got up in a hurry, and rushed towards the Sword Pavilion Lone Star Alliance.

Lone Star Alliance, the eldest prince is congratulating Bai Lixuan, both of them are there.

As long as you can escape, you can avoid death.

But as soon as he got up, he saw that in front of him, Lin Yun was sitting on a stone sculpture with a sword and looking at him coldly.

The speed of the body is superb.

"You ......"

The strange scene made Wang Yan a little confused, thinking it was his hallucination. He looked back, and there was indeed no Lin Yun on the martial arts arena, so he hurriedly turned around at the moment.

But on the stone carving, Lin Yun, who was still there just now, disappeared again.

What's going on......

Poof!

Without waiting for him to understand, Lin Yun, who fell behind him, stabbed out with a sword. Blood splattered, Wang Yan was hit by a sword in his back, and was immediately shocked and flew out.

After getting up, he didn't look back, and ran forward without stopping.

Lin Yun was not in a hurry, he held the funeral sword, and when the other party ran out of a hundred meters, he stabbed out a sword.

If he wants to kill Wang Yan, one sword is enough for the other party to die many times, but there is no need to be so cheap to the other party.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Wang Yan was covered in blood with a hundred swords in his body. There is no intact place on the skin, as long as you move, the wounds up and down your body will be like a sharp pain like a heart, as if countless ants are biting and eating themselves.

Wang Yan fled in embarrassment while crying loudly.

"Lin Yun killed someone...... Lin Yun killed people......"

Along the way, there was an uproar, which made the nearby Sword Pavilion disciples all shocked. When he arrived, on Xiaoyun Square, there were countless Sword Pavilion disciples gathered in all directions.

Wang Yan was desperate in his heart, this was not yet a third of the Lone Star Alliance.

He endured the severe pain and got up, turned around and yelled at Lin Yun: "Lin Yun, what are you going to do, are you crazy? I have a grudge against you, it is necessary for you to kill me in the Sword Pavilion?"

"Recognizable this?"

Lin Yun didn't answer, there was a slender silver needle between his fingers, and the cold glow was overflowing, which was inexplicably frightening.

"Blood Rain Honeysuckle Flower Needle!"

Wang Yan's eyes immediately showed a look of horror, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"It seems that Senior Brother Wang's memory is not very bad......

When the words fell, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and pointed, and the silver needle broke through the air.

No, I can't die, I can't die!

In Wang Yan's originally desperate eyes, when he was dying, a strong desire for survival suddenly appeared. Returning to the light, he burst out with a strength far beyond his own, and completely avoided this silver needle.

The moment he turned around and ran wildly, he saw Elder Bai Ting in the distance, who was quickly rushing towards him with people.

There was a sudden burst of joy in his eyes, Elder Bai Ting was here, and he was saved.

On the bloody face, a cruel smile appeared, and he couldn't help but laugh wildly.

Poof!

But the laughter froze before it had time to dissipate, and in silence, he clearly felt one silver needle after another inserted into his body.

The toxin instantly diffused, fused with the blood, and flowed to the limbs and internal organs.

Are you going to die?

Wang Yan was immediately frightened of the six gods, and he never dreamed that the poisonous needle he shot would eventually shoot on himself.

Cause and effect reincarnation, retribution is unpleasant.

Blood rain and silver flowers, seeing blood sealing the throat, if you don't reach the Purple Mansion, you will definitely die.

"Little sword slave, I'll fight with you. ”

In desperation, Wang Yan roared, and instead of running towards Elder Bai Ting, he reflexively pounced towards Lin Yun.

He was disheveled, like crazy, and he just wanted to bite Lin Yun like a mad dog before he died.

But Lin Yun obviously didn't intend to give him this opportunity.

A sword pierced through the center of his eyebrows, and the sword came out, and blood splattered, and another ruthless sword light cut off his head.

"Stop!"

Bai Ting, who came in a hurry, didn't have time to fully shout, and Wang Yan's head fell at his feet like a ball.

The elders behind him were all terrified, and their faces were shocked.

Since the establishment of the Sword Pavilion, no one has dared to challenge the authority of the Sword Pavilion and kill people in the Sword Pavilion.

Especially, in the presence of the elders, never.

"What a big guts, you know what you do!"

Bai Ting stretched out his hand and pointed at Lin Yun angrily, trembling.

He thought that his speed was fast enough to keep Wang Yan from dying, but who knew that Lin Yun would kill Wang Yan in front of him.

"You know, I just killed a vicious dog. ”

"Hahaha, what a killing dog! Kneel down and beg for mercy for me, otherwise, I don't need to report it, and I can kill you now!"

Bai Ting laughed angrily, took a step forward, and suppressed the majestic momentum.

Click!

Lin Yun put the sword back into the sheath, raised his eyebrows, looked at the other party coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, establish a sect with a sword, use a sword as a person, the sword is sharp, and it is better to bend than bend." I, Lin Yun, am a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, why do I have to kneel down to you, my sword, I will not regret killing people!"

At first, his words were not loud, but gradually they became more and more serious. In the end, the sound shook the sky and resounded in all directions.

With the fierce sword intent all over his body, the moment the words fell, he stiffly slammed back the white thunder who stepped forward to suppress him.

My sword, kill without regret!