"I am." Lin Yun replied calmly, which made Yun Feng, who was in high spirits, a little embarrassed and didn't know how to respond for a while.

After a while, he smiled and said: "Brother, did you really say those words?"

Did you say that?

Lin Yun thought for a moment and wondered whether he and Zhao Wuji had said anything cruel. It seemed that he had said some, but it seemed that he had not said anything.

This is really hard to answer, but Lin Yun couldn't help but laugh thinking about it, why should I care about this?

People who hate you don't care about this at all. In the swordsman's world, after all, the sword speaks.

"It doesn't matter, just treat it as I said."

Lin Yun said calmly.

Yunfeng looked over and was secretly frightened. The rumors were most likely true.

The two fell into a brief silence. Fortunately, the master of the young village, Feng Shaoyu, appeared and began to officially preside over the famous sword competition.

After announcing the rules step by step, the Famous Sword Tournament began directly.

As Lin Yun thought, the world of swordsmen is quite simple, and this swordsmanship tournament doesn't have that many rules.

On weekdays, if you have a grudge against someone, you can just name them and ask them to fight, then draw your sword and that's it.

Under the spotlight, no one will be afraid.

Swordsmen are like this, you can lose but you must not be timid, otherwise you will be looked down upon for the rest of your life.

Or maybe just to make a name for yourself, you won a few games and then stopped taking action to maintain your undefeated status.

Then there are also some grievances between sects. At this time, the fights are often quite fierce, and everyone speaks with their swords.

Lin Yun saw some clues. This sword master also had some effect in resolving conflicts.

With so many forces in the Sword Alliance, there will definitely be disputes on a daily basis, but if they fight each other, both sides will definitely suffer losses.

It just so happened that he took advantage of the famous sword competition to let his disciples take the stage. The fight between the disciples could not only resolve the grievances, but also minimize the losses.

It has to be said that there are almost no weak people who can pass the three levels.

Lin Yun took a few casual glances and found that these people were comparable to the swordsman saints of Tiandao Sect. Of course, there was still a gap between them and the top ones.

Each battle on the stage has its own winner and loser, and occasionally there are things that make people shine. Lin Yun himself also opened up a lot of horizons.

"Is this the Sealing Heaven Sword Technique?"

Lin Yun was attracted by a disciple of the Ice and Snow Temple on the stage. He had half a step of Galaxy Sword Intent and his cultivation was at the peak of Nine Yuan Nirvana.

He had won several games in a row and was very popular for a while. Many people remembered his name, Nangong He.

The inheritance of the Ice and Snow Temple is to seal all things with the will of ice, not just the will of ice.

It is based on the will of ice, and also contains a touch of will to destroy, a touch of will to live, and many blocking methods.

Lin Yun's eyes were opened to the fact that the inheritance of the Ice and Snow Temple was different from what he had imagined.

The single attribute of Ice Will can actually play so many tricks.

"Compared with Gu Zijing, he is actually quite far behind. He has just started learning the Sealing Heaven Sword Code and has only practiced the first three levels of the basics."

Seeing Lin Yun's interest, Yun Feng said softly from the side.

Then a few more ruthless men appeared, including Zhang Feng from Black Feather Palace and Ouyang Heng from Wanjian Tower. They both won nine consecutive victories and their morale was like a rainbow.

These real ace masters have not yet appeared on the stage, but the disciples below are shining brightly, making people feel the terrifying background of these swordsmanship holy places.

Suddenly, Ouyang He, who had just won ten consecutive victories on the Hidden Sword Lake, suddenly glanced around and said coldly: "Tiandaozong Ye Qingtian, how dare you fight with me, Ouyang Heng!"

The crowd was stunned for a moment, then began to boil over, and the sound of uproar continued.

The name Ye Qingtian has been widely circulated recently.

This sword cultivator from Donghuang was so arrogant that he boasted that he would be the second best swordsman in Jian Jingtian, which caused a huge stir.

"Brother, take care."

Yunfeng said something, then covered his head and quietly distanced himself.

Everyone followed Ouyang Heng's gaze, and for a moment, countless people saw Lin Yun.

Is this Ye Qingtian?

Lin Yun, who secretly watched the saint take a bath, defeated Zhao Wuji's four great sword servants, and threatened to become the second best swordsman in the world.

Even above the Tianque, Feng Shaoyu, the master of the young village, also looked over, looking a little nervous.

If this famous sword tournament is taken away by people from the Eastern Wilds again, then their sword alliance will be really embarrassed.

"Is this person really the second best swordsman in the world?" Feng Shaoyu frowned, he didn't want what happened back then to happen again.

"He's just a madman." Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "My junior brother is enough to defeat him."

He was very confident and determined that Lin Yun would not be Ouyang Heng's opponent, and the same was true for the local sword cultivators in Southern Xinjiang in the audience.

"Ye Qingtian, weren't you very crazy back then? Why don't you dare to play now?"

Ouyang Heng sneered on the stage.

At the Famous Swords Conference, no one dared to appear after being named. Seeing that Lin Yun had not moved, many people thought he was afraid.

"Jian Jing Tian's second, that's it?"

"Ouyang Heng has won ten consecutive victories, and he dares to continue fighting fiercely, but this guy is scared."

"Any sword cultivators in the Eastern Wastelands have long since declined."

For a time, there were voices of discussion from all directions, and they looked at Lin Yun with quite contemptuous expressions in their eyes.

"Ye Qingtian, come up here and fight me!" Ouyang Heng, riding on the momentum of his ten consecutive victories, shouted angrily again.

Buzz!

This roar contained powerful sword intent, and even the sky began to tremble, and the holy water where the spiritual gold accumulated in the Hidden Sword Lake also rippled.

Lin Yun looked a little helpless. He just saw that the opponent had won many games in a row and didn't want to take advantage of others.

I wanted to open my mouth to explain, but seeing how aggressive the other party was, I didn't bother to say anything more. I spread my arms and landed on the Hidden Sword Lake.

The holy water spirit sword that looks clear and transparent is actually several times hotter than magma, and is also heavier and more viscous.

When you step on it, it feels like flat ground, unable to make a single ripple.

"You can rest for a while, there is no need to be in such a hurry to fight with me."

Lin Yun opened his mouth and said.

Ouyang Heng's eyes flashed with mockery, and he sneered: "Are you afraid of my ten-game winning streak? If that's the case, I don't mind giving up to you. I'll accept it after my momentum calms down, so that others won't say anything about me.

It’s too much to deceive others.”

Lin Yun shook his head and said, "No need, just take action."

"Within three moves, I will defeat you, but don't think those sword servants can compete with the saints of Black Feather Palace!"

Ouyang He was very confident, grinned, and ran over the lake.

Whoops!

As he ran, the long black cloth hanging behind him stretched out little by little and turned into wings burning with the magic flame.

At the same time, the powerful sword intent of his half-step galaxy was released little by little with his steps, filling the Hidden Sword Lake.

When he approached Lin Yun, the holy sword came out of its sheath, and the bright sword light seemed to pierce the void.

boom!

The moment it rose across the sky, the boundless sword intent converged into a huge phantom holding a hundred-foot holy sword in its hand.

The black phantom had wings on its back, which spread out to cover the sky and the sun. The powerful pressure forced it down, and its momentum was extremely uncomfortable.

This sword is extremely powerful. No matter how strong an opponent Ouyang Heng encounters before, as soon as this sword is used, the opponent will be defeated instantly.

Under the powerful sword power, it is extremely difficult to even move, let alone resist the sword.

Ouyang Heng obviously wanted to repeat his old tricks, and then without sparing any effort, he defeated Lin Yun with one sword.

"The sky is falling at night, it's dangerous."

Yun Feng, who appeared in the audience again at some point, shook his head and said secretly.

"Ouyang Heng, you are really powerful, this sword again!"

Many Sword Alliance monks on the viewing platform couldn't help but praise him, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

There were even those who were so impatient that they had already clapped their hands and applauded, waiting for Lin Yun to be thrown away by this sword.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Lin Yun suddenly took action. He put his fingers together to form a sword, and then swung it fiercely.

Clang!

Only a crisp sound was heard, sparks flew everywhere, and the next moment, a holy sword turned into a stream of light and was blown away.

However, the sword in Ouyang Heng's hand was struck directly by Lin Yun's fingers, and the so-called killer move was instantly defeated.
To be continued...