In the beginning, I drew my sword a hundred thousand times

Chapter 217 Qingluan Sword Cry
As soon as the words fell, Qin Feng put his fingers together and used his fingers as a sword. Regardless of whether Lin Yun answered or not, he directly slashed at Lin Yun with his sword.

With the power of a sword, the earth shakes and the mountains shake, and the sky and clouds dodge.

Lin Yun was slightly stunned, and then turned sideways to avoid Qin Feng's sword.

"I said it, I already sealed the sword..."

Qin Feng didn't give her a chance to say more, and the second sword cut directly.

The power of this sword is stronger than before.

Lin Yun directly raised her hand to disperse the momentum of the sword.

Seeing this, Qin Feng felt that his attack was still too light.

Only by forcing her to the point of no choice can she draw her sword again.

Qin Feng's aura instantly soared, and the aura of the peak of the saint was rampant, permeating the four directions, completely covering this space.

"The sword swings in all directions!"

Qin Feng directly used the sword formula, and long rainbows came out from between Qin Feng's fingers.

Bursts of towering swords were overwhelming, roaring towards Lin Yun.

Even Lin Yun didn't dare to ignore the power of this sword. If she continued to hide her clumsiness and was a little careless, she would end up seriously injured.

The power of the sword is getting closer and closer, and Qin Feng is so pressing.

Lin Yun finally couldn't bear it anymore.

At this critical moment, with a thought and a stroke of both hands, a green sword protruded from the misty space.

Lin Yun held the green sword in her hand, and the crisp sound of the sword resounded through the world.

The blue sword shocked the world with a bang, and the sword was only a piece of blue sky!

On the green sword, the word "Qingluan" is particularly eye-catching.

Lin Yun dances the Qingluan sword in her hand, as if she is dancing in Miaoman, taking advantage of the situation to depict pictures of beautiful mountains and rivers, which are exquisite and magnificent.

In this beautiful dancing posture, there is endless murderous intent, it can be said to be the most charming and dangerous.

Under Lin Yun's urging, Qingluan's sword power gradually turned into a millstone, directly on top of Qin Feng's sword power.

The two powers collided together, rolling up a large cloud of smoke and dust, and the fluctuation of the power also shook the surrounding mountain peaks into powder.

The original mountain peak that soared into the sky was the first to bear the brunt, and was the first to turn into dust and dissipate with the wind.

After everything calmed down, Lin Yun stood in the void holding Qingluan Sword.

His aura is completely different from before, he is like a completely different person.

The current Lin Yun is what she should have been.

"Why do you insist on making me draw my sword again?" Lin Yun said coldly.

"Qingluan is like a sword, and the sword is like a breeze. This is what you should look like."

"Don't you think that when you draw your sword again, your life is filled with hope?"

"Did you think this was what you wanted in the past when you were muddled?" Qin Feng said.

Lin Yun shook her head, "You're not me, how can you empathize with me? Everyone knows the warmth and coldness of human feelings."

Qin Feng smiled wryly, "Perhaps, I was even more desperate than you."

"But I didn't run away, and faced it bravely!"

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Lin Yun seemed to be lost in memory, a little out of her wits.

Thinking back for a moment, Lin Yun came back to her senses, her eyes dimmed, and she slowly shook her head: "It's useless, everything has passed, and there is no going back."

Depressed and ecstatic, a tear slowly fell and fell on Qingluan Sword.

The Qingluan sword blew instantly, as if it could feel Lin Yun's mood at this time.

The way back to thousands of pass, left behind empty tears.

The Qingluan sword suddenly had a flash of inspiration, emitting a dazzling aura, dyeing the whole world with a layer of blue.

The corner of Qin Feng's mouth raised slightly, "Even your sword, I don't want to see you in the past, why don't you cheer yourself up."

"Come, let me see the former glory of the sword in your hand!"

The spirit of the Qingluan sword seems to be able to arouse Lin Yun's emotions. The sword buzzes, and the heart moves with the sword.

Above Lin Yun's eyes, the cyan breath flowed slowly, falling downward like cold air.

At this moment, Lin Yun seemed to have returned to her peak, and the aura of a saint was rising steadily, like water from a big river coming up from the sky, surging continuously and continuously.

"Finally found the old self?" Qin Feng smiled slightly, and raised his hand to hold the void.

The inexplicable connection was drawn, and a stream of light was born out of thin air, and fell directly into Qin Feng's hands.

Void dust sword!
It is like a sword that has come across the long river of time in a hurry from ancient times.

Qin Feng holds the Xuchen sword, and the momentum is overwhelming, the sky is everywhere, and the large clouds above his head form a huge vortex.

This is caused by the law and Tao rhyme gathered by Qin Feng.

Lin Yun was full of fighting spirit at this moment, holding the Qingluan sword, and took the lead in attacking Qin Feng.

The power of the Qingluan sword flowed, and Lin Yun waved the Qingluan sword in her hand, and a green sky appeared above the void in an instant.

The vast power of the emerald green sky, covering the sky and the sun, directly pressed against Qin Feng.

From a distance, this sky curtain is extremely beautiful and refreshing, but at first glance, I feel that there is boundless murderous intent hidden in this magnificent sky curtain.

Holding the Xuchen sword in Qin Feng's hand, he also swayed with the power of a vast ocean. In the tide, there are occasional tsunamis, and the waves are hundreds of feet high.

If someone passes by from a distance at this time, they will have an illusion out of thin air, as if a waterfall from the sky is fighting with a vast tsunami!

Thousand layers of sweeping waves were high, and two figures appeared above the mighty sea.

The two held a sword, not like a duel, but as if they were drawing a picture of mountains, rivers and earth together.

Taking a closer look, in the mountains and land, sometimes the mountains collapse, and sometimes the ground cracks, and violent forces are blowing violently.

"The green song is like a dance, and the beauty is ashamed of flowers. It is the most proud thing in the world to be able to slash this sword!" Qin Feng praised instantly.

Qin Feng has not met a person who can be compared with him in the field of swordsmanship for an unknowable amount of time. It is rare to see him today, and it can be said that a hero cherishes a hero.

There used to be Qingxuan Sword Saint, but after Qin Feng grew up, he never met him again.

"Hands are full of spots, the way is simple, and the sword charm is exquisite, you are not bad!" Lin Yun said, looking at the Xuchen sword in Qin Feng's hand.

Qin Feng sighed with a smile, "That's natural!"

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged thousands of moves.

In the way of swordsmanship, the two are now evenly matched, and it is difficult to tell the winner for a while.

Qin Feng didn't use his full strength, and Lin Yun naturally did the same.

"It's impossible to tell the winner if this continues, you and I should go all out." Qin Feng said after forcing Lin Yun back with a sword.

Lin Yun smiled, "Your cultivation base is only at the peak of a saint. If I use all my strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to do ten tricks under my hands!"

"Not necessarily!"

"Look at this, you and I will go all out, if you can catch my sword, I will give you this sword embryo!" Qin Feng laughed.

Lin Yun's eyes changed slightly. How could he not do this kind of business that is sure to make money without losing money?

The person in front of him was only at the peak of the Saint Realm, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't defeat him with a single strike.

Unless it's like the rumored Shenxiu Sword Master.

But, how many Shenxiu sword masters are there in the world?

"Then I would be more respectful than obedient!"

Suddenly, Lin Yun's aura rose again, faintly surpassing the realm of a saint.

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