Lun Yun looked in the voice and said that he was a young man who was younger than him. He had sword eyebrows, starry eyes, bright eyes and white teeth, and was extremely beautiful. He was Ye Feifan who ran back secretly.

He smiled at Lin Yun with a smile, his tone quite pleasing and approaching.

"What he said is true. Even if you leave the famous sword conference, I will chase you."

Zhao Yan smiled, his eyes gathered in his fighting spirit, stared at Lin Yun, and said in a deep voice: "Fight with me!"

Lin Yun was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed and said, "If the Mingjian Conference is full of swordsmanship like you, it is actually quite interesting to think about it. I promise you."

"Then don't let me down too much!"

Zhao Yan grinned, the sword box behind him bounced open, and a quaint and heavy black long sword appeared in his hand.

"This sword is called Thunder Shadow, the core holy pattern is the seventh-grade thunder holy pattern, and there are three hundred holy patterns, four feet long and three heavy, and a hundred cauldrons! I have used this sword to kill eight small god pill realms in one breath.

The venerable, barely said, "

Lin Yun looked at the sword in his hand and said lightly: "Burning the Flower."

"This sword is not a holy soldier, right? I'm not used to changing swords. You can borrow a holy sword from Zangjian Tower. The owner of Feng Tower should be able to sell me some face." Zhao Yan smiled, and then looked at Feng in the distance.

Xuanzi glanced at it.

"allow!"

Feng Xuanzi said lightly.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, ten sword attendants flew out from the towering sword tower, each holding a sword box in both hands.

There is no doubt that the box should be filled with holy soldiers, and the quality will not be worse than that of thunder shadows.

Feng Xuanzi actually borrowed a sword?

The atmosphere of the entire Qingyan Square suddenly became extremely solemn. Everyone looked nervous and vaguely felt that the famous sword conference had just officially begun.

"Mr. Lin, choose any sword that can be borrowed from Zangjian Tower has never had to be returned." The sword servant, who was the leader of the ten people, looked cold and arrogant, and went out of the school hospital to Lin Yunlu, talking about Zangjian Tower and others.

Still quite proud.

"Brother Lin, you have chosen them all. The Zangjianlou family has a great career and will not mind."

Ye Feifan below smiled and said, "The corners of the sword servants' mouths twitched. Where did the guy come from? Why are his mouth so broken?"

The sword servant in the lead glared at Lin Yun fiercely, and was really worried about Lin Yun. He borrowed all ten holy swords in one breath. Ye Feifan smiled and didn't care.

Lin Yun did not open the sword box and refused directly: "No, I just need to bury the flowers."

"Are you sure?"

Lin Yun nodded, and the leader of the sword servant frowned slightly, and he stopped talking and retreated with the others.

Is this seeking death?

Everyone was puzzled and looked surprised in their eyes.

Zhao Yan was a little stunned, then smiled and said, "It's okay, I can understand you. Since you don't change your sword, I won't take advantage of you. If you hold on to ten moves in my hands, I will lose."

Wow!

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a cold light, making himself fall into an ice cave.

Looking up, Lin Yun's cold gaze fell on him.

Lin Yun's eyes were cold, his eyebrows were sharp, and he sang: "Limiting his cultivation to the Tianpo Realm, he cannot exert the power of the Holy Sword. Ten moves cannot make me enjoy the fullest. You should be more serious.

, otherwise I will lose later, and I will not give you a chance to fight again."

This guy!

The smile on Zhao Yan's face instantly solidified, his heart skipped a beat, and his expression became extremely solemn.
Chapter completed!