Chapter 200 Amazing Master!

[Ps: The plot of Kunlun is about to end, and the final ** merges 5,000-word chapter! I found that there are three more monthly tickets today. It seems that it needs to explode]

"Cluck!"

The dark green bracelet on the wrist of the elder Zhuge Kui, who stood quietly opposite Lin Qingyun, burst open, and a little cold light shot at Lin Qingyun. Lin Qingyun, who had been prepared for a long time, avoided the sudden attack in an orderly manner. In other hand, this method made people unable to prevent it. Once the turquoise bracelet was broken, the thousand-year-old crystals scattered. The cold air makes the surrounding air solidify, and the extremely low temperature is unimaginable.

Wherever the cold light went, there was a little white fog suddenly condensed around. A confused white fog blurred the sight, which made Lin Qingyun, who was waiting to attack, hesitate for a moment. The thousand-year-old crystal made the elders bracelets to warm his body, which was really rare. The Presbyterian Association in Kunlun is really generous.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

A string of cold stars hit Rendao Zhanlu, which condensed a white frost on the cold snow-white blade, and the sharpness was greatly reduced. Rendao Zhanlu is a rare sharp weapon in the world. The toughness of the sword can be imagined, weakening the sharpness of Zhanlu. These piecemeal thousand-year-old crystals have played an indispensable role. You can think Only the unfathomable wisdom of the elders in the Presbyterian Association will think of this kind of bias.

"Oh?"

It was found that there was a layer of frost on the blade of Zhanlu's sword. Lin Qingyun, who knew that the sharpness of the sword had been cut, was shocked. After thinking about it, he immediately cast out the Zhanlu in his hand and inserted it on the branch of a towering tree, and half of the blade showed its appearance. It is not as sharp as the previous Zhanlu can even penetrate into the heart of the tree. It can be imagined that this throwing power.

"Lost the sword of benevolence, let's see what else you can get justice from me."

The elder with deep meaning in the words looked at Lin Qingyun, who was empty-handed, and joked that he did not hesitate to lose a precious cold crystal bracelet in exchange for Lin Qingyun throwing away Zhan Lu. In fact, the price was much more unbalanced on his side, so it also showed his caution. No matter whether Lin Qingyun had the strength to compete with him, in short, he You should also take the lead, actuarial all your life, and always refuse to lag behind others.

"Old man Zhuge, you still haven't changed your bad temper."

The old man in the distance shook his head and sighed, very sorry for the action just made by the elder Zhuge Kuai. In Kunlun for decades, the biggest opponent was Zhuge Kui over there. When he was young, both sides fought in light and secretly. Later, one became the backbone of the Presbyterian Association, and the other became the head of Kunlun. For decades, It has never stopped. Fortunately, in the 20 years of isolation, the old man had these 20 years of quietness and taught an amazing apprentice to kill Kunlun and slapped the Presbyterian Church fiercely.

"Old man Song, what do you think I have a bad temper? I don't think so, but you have made Kunlun decline for decades. If it hadn't been for our elders to turn the tide, I'm afraid that Kunlun would not be Kunlun in full swing in those years."

Zhuge Gui, the elder who rebutted, responded coldly that there was also an outsider who was equivalent to him, so that he could not take action against Lin Qingyun immediately. If the old man surnamed Song was a person who pays attention to rules and step by step, he would not be so scrupulous, but the key is that the old man Song was completely on schedule. It doesn't touch.

"Qingyun, let him see the strength of the leader of this generation, otherwise he would really think that Kunlun was empty."

The old man surnamed Song, who no longer paid attention to Zhuge Gui, said casually to Lin Qingyun with confidence that his behavior made the elder Zhuge Gui, who heard every word on the opposite side, be more cautious. In the case of falsehood and reality, it is better to be cautious. After the era of high-willing, step by step is the impulse to retreat. The best choice.

"I'll go up when you can't beat him."

Unexpectedly, the old man surnamed Song opened his mouth to add another sentence, and then sat under a tree to rest like he ignored the world. He looked quite comfortable. No matter what happened here, it seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Hearing this, the elder's expression remained unchanged. He couldn't avoid it. He went to the place where the second elder fell, lifted the second elder on the ground with both hands, and patted it on each acupuncture point. He only heard the second elder who was still in a comatose, and then was thrown into a big tree in the distance. Down.

Lin Qingyun, who witnessed the great elder's every move, was silent. He was brewing, brewing the level of strength of the great elder who did not know the depth. Lin Qingyun, who had experienced the realm of forgetfulness, had been prepared for a long time. Even if the elder had already entered the realm of forgetfulness, he was fearless. The only thing he was worried about was the state of the elder. The world is still above oblivion.

"You have stayed in Kunlun over the years in the realm of the master, but you have buried some talents. When I saw you back then, you were still a boy who was scheming and couldn't do anything. Unexpectedly, you had the courage to challenge me now. Good, very good."

The elder said, as if praising Lin Qingyun, and not praising him, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Let's do it. I'll do my best."

Lin Qingyun, who was unmoved, said calmly. When he made this decision, he relaxed. Sooner or later, the Presbyterian will be replaced, but this time is decided by him and those who want the Presbyterian to step down.

The wide sleeve robe floated up, and a strong wind came from the elder's sleeve robe and blew towards Lin Qingyun.

With a smile, Lin Qingyun was in the wind under his feet and lost his steps. He avoided the attack of the elder three or twice. After avoiding the strong wind, Lin Qingyun, who was empty-handed, did not stop there, but drifted in the direction of the elder. Unlike the fierce and strong speed of Jun Yifeng and the second elder, Lin Qingyun's speed followed Sex is natural.

The elder Zhuge Kui was not in a hurry. He waited for Lin Qingyun to come to his face. When the cyan figure flashed in front of him, the elder's figure suddenly became blurred and was gradually replaced by Lin Qingyun.

The remnants of the elder are the remnants of the elders who stay in place.

Lin Qingyun is not surprised to find the big elder who has lost his trace. If the pillar of the Presbyterian Church is easily solved by him like that, the Presbyterian Church will not be difficult. A sword spirit above his head split across the air, like thunder.

But when the sword spirit reached the top of Lin Qingyun's head, Lin Qingyun below seemed to be unable to dodge, and still inserted by the shadow of the sword above his head. Just as the sword spirit penetrated the top of Lin Qingyun's head, it strangely without any obstacles and went straight to the end. Lin Qingyun's figure was blown away by the sword spirit, but there was no drop of blood.

This is also a shadow.

The horrible speed of both sides makes the shadow close to reality, one reality and one deficiency.

Lin Qingyun, ten meters away, looked at the elder who reappeared in the place where he stood just now. Now the two are still standing in the place before the attack, not bad.

The pale elder did not expect that Lin Qingyun would treat him in his own way. He played with him with the same routine. He clenched a small gray sword in his hand. The length of the sword body was less than half a meter long. There was an ancient inscription engraved around the center of the blade, and the cold air emanated around the blade and circled over. Get out of here.

It seemed that it was supposed to be a must-kill move, but it failed. Lin Qingyun's city government climbed to a higher level in the eyes of the elder.

"You have a sword." Staring at the elder Zhuge Kui, Lin Qingyun whispered and threw away Zhan Lu in his hand. He thought that the elder would fight with him empty-handed, but he didn't expect to hide a sword that could not be named, but it looked quite sharp.

"Can't think of it? Unexpectedly, you shouldn't be confident. Young people are always a little blind and arrogant. A faint smile appeared on the elder's face, which was unexpected and was also a way to win. The soldiers were never tired of cheating.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qingyun did not show any expression of regret. Instead, he looked confidently facing it. He slowly took out a sword from his arms. The sword was four feet long and surrounded Lin Qingyun's waist in a ring. When Lin Qingyun took it out, the sword suddenly straightened, as if he had stretched out.

"I accidentally got the sword name 'Silver Snake'. Since you have a sword, I don't have to worry about etiquette." Holding the silver soft sword taken out of his arms, he pointed diagonally down. The soft sword kept shaking because of Lin Qingyun's sudden force, accompanied by a shocking sound of dragon chanting. On the outside of the sword, there were several black sword lines around the blade, reaching the tip of the sword, which clearly looked like a "silver dragon"!

Lin Qingyun, who was deeply hidden, also hid a good sword. This time, it was the turn of the elder Zhuge Kui unexpectedly.

The elder with a bad face stared at the "silver snake" whose quality in Lin Qingyun's hand was comparable to that of the sword in his hand. He didn't know what was brewing in his heart. He let others walk into his carefully arranged situation step by step, but instead of letting others enter his own layout, he had a sense of plotting. Tao.

Everything is ready, only the east wind.

Lin Qingyun and the elder went out at the same time. Although the sword spirit released by the two swords is not as good as the back mountain, it should not be underestimated. The sword light, the sword shadow, the sword wave, unscrupulously destroy the surrounding trees. Deep scratches can be easily seen. This is the power of the sword spirit. The sword spirit in the chessboard on the platform can still be If a hard chess piece turns into powder, then the sword spirit here will never belong to the sword spirit in the chessboard.

Hundreds of blade impacting sounds continue to come. In the blink of an eye, dozens of swords have been fully developed. Between masters, every minute and every second will be fought. The battle between peerless masters is even more eye-opening. The blood is boiling. The strength of the Kunlun leader and the strength of the elders is far more than those who have worked hard to cultivate in the major military regions. Soldiers.

The dazzling sword shadow and the dazzling figure finally stopped after thousands of confrontations. The current elder did not have the previous calmness, and his silver hair was extremely messy, and Lin Qingyun was also constantly breathing, and neither of them took their eyes off each other.

"You, you have hidden your deep strength!"

The elder gasped and said harshly. From Jun Yifeng's performance, he roughly speculated about Lin Qingyun's strength, but when he really met, he realized that Lin Qingyun was not as simple as he thought. He had given Lin Qingyun a high level, but he didn't want to underestimate Lin Qingyun.

In the thousands of confrontations just now, Lin Qingyun did not have the upper hand. No matter how much effort the elder Zhuge Kui made, Lin Qingyun was more than enough to resist. It was such a bottomless performance that made the elder have a trace of timidity and a crack in his mood.

"You don't know until now? But it's too late!"

No matter how shocked the elder was, Lin Qingyun, the silver snake in his hand, suddenly burst out a cold light in his eyes, like the thousand-year-old crystal that had just scattered around, making people cold into the depths of the bone marrow.

Lin Qingyun went out again, and the silver soft sword in his hand completely turned into a silver dragon, hovering and flying towards the elder!

Compared with his battle with the old man of the Song family in the back mountain this time, the strength revealed is still on it!

The strongest person present is not the old man Song next to him, nor the elder Zhuge Kui, but Lin Qingyun, who hides the bottomless!

Judging from his repeated performance, he seems to have transcended the state of forgetfulness!

The murderous heart is imminent, and the momentum deliberately suppressed by Lin Qingyun has dispersed from his body. Now there is laxity in the eyes of the elder who is forced back by Lin Qingyun step by step. He really can't figure out why Lin Qingyun's strength can reach a level stronger than him, which shows that Lin Qingyun's strength is strong enough to be in the world. At the peak of the most mysterious list of gods?

Kunlun has not had a young master at the level of the god list for many years. Unexpectedly, this is a top-level master of the god list. Zhuge Kui, a desperate elder, sighed from the bottom of his heart. He underestimated Lin Qingyun and could not escape the angry blow of the latter. The current elder is just a completely desperate old man.

Sitting under the tree and seeing the old man Song here, he was shocked. He did not expect that Lin Qingyun had preserved most of his strength in the process of competing with him in the back mountain. The state of forgetfulness has been mastered by very few people in time. Unexpectedly, Lin Qingyun, who was not old enough, had achieved the achievement of forgetfulness. That is, this kind of talent can only be possessed by those geniuses who have not been in a hundred years.

The unstoppable silver dragon roared at the torrential weather and ruthlessly rushed to the elder who could not have a trace of resistance. A late old man's life will disappear after a moment.

Lin Qingyun's strength is not something he can resist.

The onlooker Song's old man wanted to come forward to stop Lin Qingyun's behavior, but time did not allow him to take action, so he could only sigh.

Just when the elder's heart under the sword was almost like dead ashes, a huge sword spirit suddenly came not far away, without any sign. The sword spirit that made people feel timid and mixed with the momentum of crushing air rushed to his face, and instantly reached the silver dragon in Lin Qingyun's hand, two rare peak forces in the world. Suddenly, they bumped into each other, strangely without making a sound, and the sword spirit around disappeared.

Lin Qingyun, who took a few steps back from the elder, was shocked to look at the direction of the sword spirit from the distance and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Unbelief, does Kunlun still hide the peerless master who can compete with him?

A man's figure appeared in everyone's eyes.

The figure is thin, the back is a little hunched, and the cough gradually sounded. The sick appearance makes the other three people unable to believe that the variables just now are caused by this man. The worn clothes are wrapped around the thin body, and the walking staggering appearance is weak. No one dares to despise this man. It is the one that smashes everything. The strongest sword spirit stopped Lin Qingyun, who was bound to win.

What does this mean?

It shows that the strength of this sick man is still above Lin Qingyun!

Although no one believes it, we have to admit this fact. The man who came slowly came with stubble, covering his original face. The unstable elder now finds that his back is wet. The shocking blow just now makes him sweat coldly. No one can force him to the present level for many years. No, no one has ever let him wander between life and death.

The frightened old man Song looked at the sick man coming step by step, with a familiar intuition in his eyes, as if he had known the sick man before, but most of his face was covered by stubble, which made him unable to remember who it was for a while. The feeling in the heart of the old man Song is getting stronger and stronger. He can be sure that the sick man in his sight must be someone he knows and is still very familiar with him.

Every step of the strange man who suddenly appeared seemed to walk in the hearts of the other three people. They were all waiting for the man to come from that side to this side.

Finally, after a short distance, the slightly camel man walked to the open space at the entrance of the back mountain and quietly looked at Lin Qingyun, who spit out a few mouthfuls of blood by his blow, and Zhuge Kui, who stood like a statue in front of him. Finally, he turned his eyes to the old man Song under the big tree in the distance, and his eyes stopped. Leave a few more seconds, and then look at the elder Zhuge Kui again.

"Kunlun.. Of.. Should the Presbyterian Association converce a little, cough..."

It seems that he hasn't spoken for a long time. It's a little intermittent, and the sick man finally said. The voice was hoarse, not like a voice of his age, but like an old man who was eighty years old, but he began to cough before he could finish a complete sentence.

"This... Are you?"

Zhuge Gui, the elder who was asked, hesitated. Obviously, he did not recognize the identity of the man and did not know how to answer. This master who did not look like a peerless master saved his life, but the other party's insightful eyes made him dare to show his previous demeanor.

"It seems that... you are... I can't ask anything... cough."

The sick man no longer talks to the elder Zhuge Kui. His temperament is not detached, but there is no trace of resistance in life. What's more, everyone has witnessed the vast sword spirit just now. Believe it or not, in short, there is no second person present who can stimulate the creepy sword spirit.

"Who are you? Why are you lurking in Kunlun?

Forced to suppress the injury, Lin Qingyun asked in a cold voice, but the feeling of overturning the river in his lungs made him feel very uncomfortable as soon as he opened his mouth. He was deeply afraid of the man in front of him who didn't know where he came out.

"Lurking? Cough... I stay in Kunlun... Not for 40 years... It has been more than 30 years.

The man who lowered his head and kept coughing tried to raise his head and looked at the sky. His tone was full of endless vicissitudes.

In those deep eyes, there is endless sadness.