Sovereign of the Era

Kuxuan Island, kuxuan sage, kuxuan secret key.

Lin Yun looks at the flower sword buried in his hand, and his eyes are slightly coagulated. Kuxuan Island really has to go.

The rose scroll and flower sword in my hand must be treasures of the tomb of the southern emperor. As for whether the rose scroll contains the life and death catalogue of the gate of hell.

Some of them are not sure. Do you want to open them?

Lin Yun's mind moved and took out the rose scroll again. His eyes were locked on it and hesitated.

He had a strong curiosity in his heart. If he wanted to have a look at it, he had better find out the hell evil spirits that old Hong had seen.

However, he didn't dare to act rashly. He had seen this painting countless times.

It's really the ignorant who are fearless. When they know the truth, they are afraid of their hands and feet.

Do you want to see the emperor?

Lin Yun swept in the courtyard, did not see xiaobingfeng and little thief cat, the key time there was no figure.

Forget it, even if I know that the rose scroll is a picture of life and death, I can't use it with my strength.

What's more, I'm not sure what the use of this life and death catalogue is.

Don't look!

Lin Yun made up his mind and cut off all his curiosity. Then he collected the rose painting solemnly.

At least before entering kuxuan Island, I would not look at the rose scroll, as if nothing had happened.

Hiss!

Lin Yun took a deep breath, and it took him a long time to calm down. He said, "it's better to practice the last three swords of Fuyun's thirteen swords. If I don't practice to the realm of transformation, I'll have less cards in my hand even if I gather seven flowers."

Ten sword, blue falling stars.

Twelve swords, green mountains beyond clouds.

Thirteen swords, above the sky!

Finally, Lin Yun, the three swords, had long been cultivated to a great extent. Each of them, together with the Fuyun sword formula, had a very terrifying power.

Without exception, they all have the power of holy spirit level martial arts, which can match or even surpass the first fist of Sun Moon Magic fist.

If other people may be satisfied, but Lin Yun obviously won't, in his opinion, at least the peak is perfect.

If you want to have 10% confidence in the ranking battle of cangxuan mansion, you must practice to the realm of transformation. If you practice these three swords to the realm of transformation, then all the thirteen swords of Fuyun will be in the realm of transformation.

Different from other sword techniques, the flying cloud sword is more special.

Each sword can produce a qingluan, which is comparable to the spirit. The thirteen swords are thirteen qingluan.

The biggest feature of Fuyun sword is that it can manipulate a large number of Holy Spirits, with both advantages and disadvantages.

Needless to say, the more green Luan, the more powerful the sword will be, and the damage it can cause is far beyond the same level of Holy Spirit martial arts.

The malpractice is also very obvious, the number of qingluan is more, the blood gas consumption will be the opponent's many don't say. At least, it's hard to avoid being in a hurry. Three or four qingluan are good. When the number reaches ten, they will be full of flaws if they don't pay attention to it.

If you have not hurt your opponent, you may be caught by your opponent and killed with one blow.

However, for Lin Yun, this is obviously not a big disadvantage. He not only mastered the Fuyun sword formula, but also could easily manipulate more than ten qingluan.

His seven flowers gather at the top of his class, and his blood consumption is too big.

In addition, Lin Yun is quite clear that the spirit of Fuyun's thirteen swords has never been a qingluan. Only by cultivating Fuyun jianjue to a perfect state, can the true spirit of Fuyun thirteen swords be displayed.

The next time, Lin Yun will be the matter of the South emperor, put aside for the time being.

All the energy is spent on how to cultivate Fuyun thirteen swords, as a killer mace to participate in the ranking battle of cangxuan mansion.

In the blink of an eye, eleven days have passed.

In Ting Feng's performance arena, ten qingluan are surrounded by the sky above Lin Yun. They give birth to flying birds, and they cross in disorder and develop boundless and majestic sword power. Surrounded by qingluan, Lin Yun sits in the center, and his sword power is as grand as a mountain.

The integration of two different sword movements makes the huge arena seem extremely small.

"The stars are falling blue!"

Lin Yun took a deep breath of air, flashed through his eyes, rose into the air, and chopped with a sword.

Boom!

The sword on his body is as heavy as a mountain. At the moment when his feet soar, he looks like a mountain rising from the ground. The whole arena was shaking violently, and the air was squeezed out by the sword force, forming countless blades, and the wind howled in all directions.

Whew!

When the blue falling stars are fully displayed, another qingluan flies out of the forest cloud body.

Eleven blue Luan circled the sky in the moment, the sky broke a gap, a vast starry sky appeared on the top of the forest cloud. In the starry sky, there was a figure which was too large to be imagined. Holding a sword, it seemed that it was flying down from nine days.

Bang!

When the shadow between the stars coincides with the forest cloud, there is a sharp sword light to chop it out.

Click! CLICK!Under this sword, the void burst into cracks, and the endless starlight flew down behind him like a waterfall.

Whoosh!

At the same time, eleven qingluan kept circling behind him, making the edge of the sword light constantly rising.

When the sword light was about to fall, the ground was immediately cut open and a deep chasm appeared.

The blessed Spirit array in the martial arts arena broke down with it, and the sound of violent explosion kept ringing. In the dust, countless array patterns were broken, emitting colorful light, and the world fell into unprecedented chaos.

"Green hills beyond clouds!"

Lin Yunren in the air, a twist, shake up.

The boundless sea of clouds spread behind him, a vast expanse of white, endless.

Is the cloud visible? Where are the green hills?

I am Castle Peak!

This sword should have used its own sword power to develop a green mountain on the floating clouds, making the artistic conception of the sword perfect. But since Lin Yun is aiming at the transformation, he must have his own understanding and ideas.

As soon as the floating clouds formed the sea, Lin Yun's sword was extremely heavy, and the sword in his hand was heavier than the green mountain.

Boom!

Under such strange gravity, his whole body space was instantly distorted, the boundless sea of clouds was immediately sucked up, and the twelve qingluan were swallowed up.

When Lin Yun stabbed out with a sword, a terrible white whirlpool appears, even the space seems to be swallowed in.

This sword can be attacked and defended.

After cutting out two swords in succession, Lin Yun's sword power climbed to an unprecedented peak.

At this moment, he was like a majestic holy sword peak, as high as the sky. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was already untouchable. Standing on the top of the mountain, there is endless edge. With the sword's intention, he looks down on all sides.

I have a sword, above the clouds, higher than the sky!

The last sword of floating cloud is above the sky.

The bright sword light shines on the world, and the bell rings again. The terrible sword goes into the sky. The sword directly cuts the sky of the first layer.

Click!

As night falls, a river of stars unfolds slowly, and four stars, Canglong, white tiger, Xuanwu and Zhuque, are faintly visible.

Lin Yun stood in the air, as if standing on the top of a mountain, with endless stars on his body.

"At last."

Lin Yun Chang breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes flashed with exhaustion.

This sword had no such magnificent vision, but Lin Yun saw that Xingling mountain had been chopped into four layers on that day, and his heart was enlightened.

Based on the whole Fuyun sword school, Xingling mountain has chopped up four layers of sky, making the night cover the sky and the stars fall.

Lin Yun himself can't compete with the whole clan, but if he takes advantage of Fuyun's thirteen swords, he can reach a level comparable to that of shengjianshan.

It may not be impossible to have a try. I have failed several times, but I am successful today.

Whoa!

Lin Yunlu sat cross legged on the dilapidated ground, and the thirteen qingluan around him did not disperse. Qingluan chirps and turns into a circle around Lin Yun, forming a water blue border.

As if in the Kendo realm, it contains an unimaginable sword power, which can easily tear up the elite of Xingyuan realm.

Lin Yun, who was not in a hurry to disperse qingluan, put the funeral foil aside, and his eyes were shining.

Next is the real play. It's time for the real Holy Spirit of the thirteen swords.

His hands were placed on his left and right knees, with different sword marks. Lin Yun urged the Fuyun sword formula. With the urging of the sword formula, the floating qingluan seems to be his arm, which is like the command of the arm and manipulates at will.

"Coagulate!"

Lin Yun's outspread hands, fierce close Shi, ten fingers can not imagine the speed change.

The sword light flickers between the fingers, which makes the heaven and earth become bright and dark. Time seems to be very fast at this moment. When the wind blows and the thunder and lightning flash, the whole Tingfeng residence is as terrible as the end of the world.

Many of the disciples of the Fuyun sword sect were shocked and turned their heads.

"What's the boy doing?"

Fu Yun Zhang Jiao in the main hall of zongmen, with his eyes slightly narrowed, looks at Ting Fengju from a distance, and his face shows a color of doubt.

Floating clouds are not what I want. Ten thousand years.

The vicissitudes of life have changed.

Ting Feng's home, Lin Yun's place, as if in the past ten thousand years.

"Floating cloud thirteen swords, ten thousand swords belong to the clan!"

The sword seal in Lin Yun's hand was formed, and the thirteen qingluan perfectly merged into a long sword with blue light and purple thunder.

Whoa!

In the light of the sword, all the stones, dust, metal, grass and trees on the ground melted.

In an instant, this place has turned into a desolate ruins without any vitality.

Qingmang sword is like the king of swords. With a trembling sound, the countless long swords of Fuyun sword clan are transformed into startling Hongyuan.Bang! Bang! Bang!

Tens of thousands of long swords fall on the melting ground. No matter how sharp and shining the sharp sword is, the moment it falls is immediately dimmed and rusty.

A strange sword tomb appears in the middle of Tingfeng, and the green long sword seems to swallow all the edges of the sword light.

When!

It seems that the sword's meaning seems to be unstoppable. With a flick of its finger, the flying cloud palm in the main hall of the sect makes a sound like an evening drum and a morning bell in the void.

Sloshing!

Many swords flying half way to the ground one after another, which relieved the owner of the sword.

"The great shadow of Green Mansions, the king of the sword..."

Lin Yun turned around and looked at it with a green sword in his eyes. He was surprised.

The true sword spirit of Fuyun thirteen swords is beyond his expectation. It is not only powerful but also extremely weird. Those flying swords were not only awed by their majesty, but also devoured by them.

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