Sovereign of the Era

He wore a green shirt, long hair and light dance, and carried a sword box.

It's not Lin Yun. Who else can there be?

After he rushed from the imperial capital to the sword Pavilion, he did not go anywhere, but directly came to the residence of the gentlemen's League.

It happened that Wang Yan was fighting with the eight vajras.

If you are in a very happy mood, or even interested, talking about yourself

Wang Yan was startled by the sudden appearance of Lin Yun. But then he calmed down and forbidden killing in the Lingxiao sword Pavilion. No matter who disobeyed it, it was an iron law.

Without this iron rule, Lin Yun would have been slaughtered countless times by him in the sword Pavilion.

I didn't expect that Feng Shui took turns and turned around so quickly.

The iron law that he hated to die at the beginning has become a royal sword to protect himself.

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

Hundreds of loyal Jiange disciples gathered here. Does Lin Yun want to turn the sky?

"Little sword slave, what are you doing here? Is this a place where your sword slave can come? Get out of here

Wang Yan's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with cold, staring at Lin Yun coldly.

The eight vajras looked cautious, and the disciples of the Junzi League outside the martial arts arena quickly approached.

Like, so much like

Lin Yun looked at each other's eyes, this face in his mind, and he saw the eyes in the silent mountains constantly overlap.

as like as two peas in the same place, they are exactly the same.

That's enough.

With a move, Lin Yun grasped the burial foil from the box, and walked forward coldly without expression.

"How dare you come to our gentlemen's League and kill yourself! Give me a good lesson to this sword slave

Seeing Lin Yun approaching step by step, Wang Yan's eyes flashed with killing intention and said in a cold voice.

Suddenly, a sharp blade with a handle pulled out of its scabbard. It was cold and shining.

Bang!

However, as soon as the swords in the hands of these members of the gentlemen's League were pulled out for half an inch, a sharp sound of the sword was heard in all directions and reverberated.

The sound of the sword was loud and clear, just like the roar of the black dragon. It covered up the sound of hundreds of their swords.

It's like a river flowing into the ocean, and it's like a flash of no life and no trace.

Whoa!

When the funeral sword comes out of its sheath, the bright light of the sword is like a meteor across the sky. The light is dazzling, which is the only darkness in the martial arts arena.

Dawdle, dawdle!

Under Lin Yun's powerful half step inborn sword, their swords trembled and could not be controlled at all.

A long sword with a handle, which is taken out of hand and inserted on the ground. Like kneeling to the king, crawling, shaking

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

All of them in the gentleman League turned pale.

Hundreds of sharp swords in the ground, like merciless ridicule, like a cold-blooded slap on their faces.

In the field, except for eight King Kong and a very small number of people, they tried their best to grasp the sword in their hands, and all the other swords flew out.

Sword is the life of swordsman.

A swordsman can't even hold the sword, which is the greatest shame.

With such strength, Wang Yan even fantasized and taught Lin Yun a lesson.

It's just a dream.

How many ants can kill an elephant?

Wrong!

No matter how many ants there are, they can't kill an elephant. On the contrary, an elephant can blow away countless mole ants by sneezing.

If you want to kill an elephant, you are at least a wolf.

Unfortunately, in front of Lin Yun, these people are no different from mole ants.

His strength now is not the same as before.

Master the top-grade sword technique of the spirit level at the peak of the golden age, the incomparable half step innate sword meaning, and the nine fold terrible cultivation of Xuanwu Not to mention, there are still dragon elephant battle body formula and dragon and tiger boxing close to the body, the secret art of finger flick sword.

His cards, his means, and his horror were beyond Wang Yan's imagination.

In front of all the members of the Junzi League, Wang Yan's accomplishments reached the Ninth level of Xuanwu, while the others were no more than the eighth level of Xuanwu.

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

Hum!

The body of the sword, which was overflowing with streamer light, was trembling. Lin Yun held the sword in one hand and walked forward step by step.

The invisible sword power fell on the people of the Junzi League, which made many people feel like mountains of pressure and pain. Their legs trembled, and it was extremely difficult to stand still.

In front of Wang Yan's body, the eight great vajras were in a state of fright in their hearts, and their faces were terrified.

Their impression of Lin Yun still remained in the other side. Only when they were able to fight against them, they had to rely on the red flame flag.

But I didn't expect to see each other for a few months.It's already high mountains, endless ocean, in addition to unfathomable, completely unable to figure out.

"Lin Yun, what do you want to do? Do you want to kill people in the sword pavilion?"

Wang Yan's astonishment was beyond description. He could not have foreseen the sword power that had almost defeated the Junzi League before the fight.

Thinking of some possibility in my mind, I was in a panic

Is this guy really going to kill me?

"Don't let him come here!"

With this in mind, Wang Yan could no longer keep calm. He left a word and ran away.

He didn't want to die. He had just done a great job for the eldest prince. In the future, he would be in charge of Wang's clan and enjoy endless wealth and glory.

How can you die in the hands of a sword slave? Never!

"Get out of the way, or Death. "

Lin Yun is not flustered by Wang Yan's escape. He calmly looks at the group of people in front of him.

Whoa!

In addition to the eight vajras, the rest of the members of the gentlemen's League, who had already been scared out of courage, scattered. All of them were disciples of the sword Pavilion. Only because Wang Yan was rich in wealth and generous in his hands, they followed him, but it was far from enough to work for him.

Only eight King Kong are truly loyal to him. These eight people are similar to the family servants of the king's family. He is loyal to Wang Yan.

"If you have seed, you'll kill us!"

The eight King Kong of Junzi League, holding the sword in his hand, stared at Lin Yun with no intention of retreating.

"As you wish."

When the sword comes out, the wind rises and the wind falls, and a bloody light comes from the neck of eight people. His eyes were so angry that he couldn't understand how Lin Yun got his sword.

Plop!

Eight people fell to the ground at the same time. At the moment of falling, their vitality fell and they died on the spot.

Such a shocking scene was just seen by Wang Yan who turned back. His feet immediately softened and fell to the ground.

Then with both hands and feet, he got up in a hurry and rushed to the sword Pavilion Lone Star Alliance.

Lonely star alliance, the big prince is congratulating Bai Lixuan, both of them are here.

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

But as soon as he got up, he saw Lin Yun sitting on a stone carving with a sword and looking at him coldly.

The body method is so fast that the spirit is extraordinary.

"You..."

The strange scene made Wang Yan a little confused, thinking it was his own illusion. He looked back and saw that there was no Lin Yun in the martial arts arena, so he quickly turned around.

But on the stone carving, Lin Yun, who had just been there, disappeared again.

What's going on

Poop!

Before he wants to understand, Lin Yun, who falls behind him, stabs out with a sword. The blood spattered, and Wang Yan got a sword in his back and was immediately shaken out.

When he got up, he didn't turn back and ran forward.

Lin Yun is not in a hurry. He holds a burial sword and stabs out a sword when the other party runs a hundred meters.

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

Half a quarter of an hour later, Wang Yan was covered with a hundred swords and covered with blood. There is no perfect place on the skin. As long as you move, the wounds all over your body will be like a sharp pain in the heart, as if countless ants are gnawing at themselves.

Wang Yan ran away in a panic and cried loudly.

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

Along the way, there was an uproar, which shocked the nearby sword Pavilion disciples. When he came to Xiaoyun square, there were countless disciples gathered in all directions.

Wang Yan's heart was in despair. He was still one-third away from the Lone Star Alliance.

He stood up in great pain, turned back and roared at Lin Yun: "Lin Yun, what are you going to do, are you crazy? It is necessary for you to kill me in the sword Pavilion because of the hatred between me and you

"Can you recognize it?"

Lin Yun didn't answer. The long silver needle between his fingers was so cold that it was inexplicably frightening.

"Blood rain silver needle!"

Wang Yan's eyes immediately showed a look of panic and could not help but exclaim.

"It seems that senior brother Wang has a good memory..."

The voice falls, Lin Yun reaches out a finger, silver needle breaks empty.

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

In Wang Yan's despairing eyes, at the time of his death, he suddenly had a strong desire for survival. In general, he broke out far beyond his own strength and avoided the silver needle.

Turning around and running, I saw the white Ting elder in the distance. He was coming to him with people.

Eyes suddenly gush out endless joy color, white Ting elder came, saved.

Blood ferocious face, showing a cruel smile, can not help but laugh.

Poop!

But the laughter, before it dissipated, solidified, silent, he clearly felt a silver needle after another, inserted into its body.

The toxin diffuses in an instant, fuses with the blood, and flows to the four limbs and the five viscera.Are you dying?

Wang Yan was so scared that he could not imagine that the poison needle he shot would eventually hit him.

Karma, retribution.

If you don't get to Zifu, you will die.

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

In despair, Wang Yan roared, no longer ran to Bai Ting elder, but rushed to Lin Yun instead.

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

But Lin Yun obviously did not intend to give him this opportunity.

A sword runs through his eyebrows. When the sword comes out, the blood spatters, and a merciless sword light cuts off his head.

"Stop it!"

Bai Ting, who was in a hurry, did not have time to cry out completely. Wang Yan's head fell at his feet like a ball.

All the elders behind him were frightened and shocked.

Since its establishment, no one has dared to challenge its authority and kill people in it.

In particular, in front of the elders, never.

"How dare you! You know what you do

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

He thought he was fast enough to keep Wang Yan alive. Who knows Lin Yun killed Wang Yan in front of him.

"Yes, I killed a vicious dog."

"Ha ha ha, what a fierce dog! Kneel down and beg for mercy, otherwise, I don't need to report to the police, I can kill you now

Bai Ting was very angry and laughed back. He stepped forward and suppressed the past with great momentum.

Click!

Lin Yun took the sword back to the scabbard, raised his eyebrows, looked at the other side coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Lingxiao sword Pavilion, we should establish a clan with a sword. We should be a man with a sword. We should never bend the sword. Lin Yun, a disciple of the sword Pavilion, should not kneel down to you, my sword, I will not regret killing people! "

At first, his words were not loud, but gradually increased. At the end of the day, the sound rocked the sky and resounded from all directions.

Along with the sharp sword meaning, when the voice fell, he stubbornly rejected the white Ting who was forced to press forward.

My sword, I don't regret killing people!

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