Sovereign of the Era

When the rose scroll was taken out of the storage bag, Lin Yun became quite nervous.

He felt uneasy in his heart, and his expression showed a rare solemnity.

Lin Yun still remembers how strong the dust light sword technique is. Where did the flowers start? Where did I come from.

A thought of dust light scattered, according to the broken mountains and rivers million!

How proud!

With this sword, Lin Yun directly crossed the realm and killed three elders of the Yin and Yang state of Zifu.

There is no doubt that Xiaoyao sword will be more powerful, and even far surpass Fuyun thirteen swords.

But once he opened the picture, Lin Yun did not know what he would face. If the ditch capsized, he would be killed by the sword light in the painting.

It's more likely that you can't see the so-called carefree sword technique.

Because Lin Yun doesn't have any confidence in his spiritual tattoo, and he is not as confident as his own kendo.

He became a saint Xuanshi, using very clever means. Everything in Lin Yun's mind, he had to be down-to-earth, step by step, and play steadily.

We must not take too seriously the success of success gained by cleverness, otherwise we will suffer great losses sooner or later.

"Have a look. Otherwise, I'll go to the sword school and find a way to further refine the spirit pattern."

Lin Yun whispered to himself.

Although he has a lot of water, the benefits he can harvest are really surprising.

It is enough to make many people envious just by radiating the soul power for 500 Li.

If you can make further progress in the attainment of holy stripe, even if there is no rose scroll as a driving force, you can also make progress in your own strength.

Lin Yun's mind moved, and the picture unfolded leisurely in front of him, and the familiar white spotted tiger leaped out.

To this day, Lin Yun is still under urgent pressure in the face of the white spotted tiger.

He conjectured that the white spotted tiger might be a holy animal, or it could be a divine beast directly, otherwise the charm could not be so frightening.

Holy sky!

The purple mark of Lin Yun's eyebrow heart blooms, and the golden sword sea is boiling in the deep of eyebrow bone, and the sword meaning of Shenxiao is released.

His body bloomed with golden sword light, which resisted the pressure when the tiger was about to fight out.

Hiss!

The familiar picture reappears, a white palm, appears in front of the tiger. Tiger eyes slightly closed, soft look, sniffing the fragrance of the rose blossom in the palm.

The fragrance of the flowers is full of fragrance. Lin Yun standing outside the painting seems to smell the fragrance of the rose.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The screen flickers, and the dust light sword technique that I once saw appeared in front of Lin Yun again.

After the demonstration of the dust light sword technique, the scenery in the painting suddenly collapses. The sun, moon, mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, clouds and clouds of heaven and earth are turned into countless fragments, floating in front of the forest and clouds, and a kind of killing is slowly accumulating.

Here it is!

Lin Yun's heart is tight, Shenxiao sword is keen to detect a trace of extremely dangerous breath.

"My God

When Lin yunning was on guard, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

Poop!

Lin Yun spits out blood, and the sword meaning of God sky is immediately scattered, and the light on his body is dim.

"Ground!"

Poop!

Lin Yun vomited another mouthful of blood and stepped back three steps.

"Heaven and earth are desolate, wind, fire, thunder and ice!"

After reading all the eight characters, Lin Yun stepped back a hundred steps and knelt down on one knee with a pale face.

Pain!

What a pain!

Lin Yun covers his head. He has a splitting headache. His face is distorted. He wants to howl, but he can't make a sound.

World Xuan Huang, wind fire thunder ice!

After the sound in his mind concussion more than, into the palace, shaking.

Lin Yun is so sad that he wants to cut his head and catch the sound to him.

At this moment, Shenxiao sword idea, Canglong holy body, Sun Moon Magic fist, the initial sword, all kinds of means are useless, which make people collapse to the extreme.

At the critical moment, the holy pattern of his life in Lin Yunxuan's palace rescued him, and it seemed that the golden and black holy pattern came alive.

A stream of Shengwei comes slowly.

A moment later, the invasion of Xuangong, Lin Yun tortured to the sound of pain, was slowly dissipated by this force.

Lin Yun wakes up, his eyes become divine again, the blurred picture of the four sides overlaps a little, and then gradually becomes clear.

"I see it!"

As soon as Lin Yun's eyes lit up, he quickly stood up.

He saw the original broken picture and reconnected, but the environment changed completely. Countless holy lines, such as ink and wash, blend into a new picture and unfold little by little.

"There are nine Xiaoyao swords, which are divided into Tianzi jianjue, Dizi jianjue, xuanzi jianjue and Huangzi jianjue The word "ice sword formula."

Then there is a voice from the painting, ethereal and distant, containing the flavor of nothingness.Heaven and earth are desolate, wind, fire, thunder and ice.

Lin Yun silently counted it in his heart. It was obviously eight words, but he said that the nine swords were carefree. What was the ninth character and what was the ninth sword?

"How many strokes in the sky, thirty-six!"

But there's no time to think about it. On a deserted plain in the picture, the southern emperor of Qingyi starts to move again with a sword in his hand.

"Good day!"

"Two days!"

"Three days!"

"Four days!"

……

"Fifteen days!"

He rose and fell like a rabbit. It was seamless and had an indescribable aura.

Every sword of the man in Tsing Yi is like writing with a brush. Every sword contains great power.

"Heaven thirty six!"

When the thirty-six swords were finished, the thirty-six sword lights, which were branded in the void, overlapped and accumulated wildly.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were pale, and the sun and the moon were without light.

An ancient word of heaven appeared behind the man in Qingyi. When the word fell, everything in the world seemed to be subject to it.

Lin Yun was stunned and shocked. He had never thought that the world would be like this.

"How many strokes are there on the ground..."

Then the man in green in the picture moves faster and faster to the point that Lin Yun can't see clearly with the blessing of Shenxiao sword.

Lin Yun can't see clearly, anything can't be seen clearly, everything in his eyes is blurred.

Even the sound from the painting is intermittent, ethereal and nihilistic.

Can only vaguely see, when the world xuanhuang, wind, fire, thunder and ice all appeared, the artistic conception of the word "carefree" was pushed to the extreme by the man in green.

With the help of God and the power of heaven, every sword will tear the void into pieces. The sword light crisscross, eight ancient characters shake the sky and dry land, the sun and the moon reverse, the heaven and earth reversed, the space twisted and fragmented.

Eight words, each word contains a kind of carefree mood, each kind of artistic conception has the magnificent, but again lifts the heavy as light.

Is this xiaoyaobajian?

Lin Yun whispered to himself with admiration in his eyes. His swordsmanship was so wonderful that people were amazed.

No, this sword technique seems to be nine free swords!

Lin Yun remembers very clearly that the first thing he heard was Xiaoyao Jiujian, which should have another sword.

At the moment when Lin Yun was in doubt, an endless sad voice suddenly came from the rose painting. A roar broke the sky.

Thousands of visions are scattered.

"There is nothing in the world, it is hard to be happy again!"

Lin Yun's face changed slightly. This sudden change made him unexpected.

What's more, the sword power gathered in the picture became more and more terrifying, which made him panic in his heart. He did not wait for the man in green to put out his hand.

Whoa!

Rose scroll instantly rolled up, a flash, fell in his hands.

"It's close."

Lin Yun breathed softly. He felt that his scalp was numb. If the last sword came out.

I feel that the artistic conception of the southern emperor left in the painting is enough to kill him directly outside the painting with this sword.

In the first eight words, it is clear that they are romantic, and the artistic conception contained in the word "Xiaoyao" is pushed to an unimaginable limit

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What is carefree lies in the eight character sword formula.

But the last sword, actually is break free and unfettered, endless desolation, endless sadness, endless darkness, people can not bear to suppress.

"There is nothing in the world. It is hard to be happy again."

Lin Yun murmured to himself, read a few times, seems to understand what.

At the same time, he also knew why it was dangerous to open the painting. There is nothing wrong with the intuition from the sword idea. If it was not for the original holy pattern of Xuangong, he might have died if he opened the painting rashly this time.

Fortunately, I didn't have impulse at the beginning. I was a bit lucky.

Lin Yun collected the picture, sat cross legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. At the same time, he digested the information he had just felt.

Xiaoyao Jiujian, or Jiujian, is far more than Jiujian.

There are as many as thirty-six swords in one Tianzi sword formula. The power of each sword is extraordinary, and the artistic conception of each sword is different.

But they all have something to do with the sky, with the carefree, with the sky, with the sword, with the people.

It's a little pity that Lin Yun's spiritual tattoo is still too poor, and the nine Xiaoyao swords are not complete.

"Step by step, practice Tianzi jianjue first."

When Lin Yun opened his eyes, he looked better and had a decision in his heart.

Lin Yun recalled what he saw in the painting, and at the same time, he moved the stars to move in the meridians according to the heart method of sword rhyme.

Seeing the man in Tsing Yi is relaxed and comfortable. When Lin Yun practices himself, he finds that there are many difficulties.

It's just the Tianzi jianjue, in which the artistic conception is vast. If you step into it, you can't really get to the point.It took Lin Yun seven days to cultivate this Tianzi sword technique to the level of Xiaocheng.

Thirty six swords have learned eighteen swords, but there is still a long way to go to write a complete word of heaven.

But Lin Yun's mood is unprecedented excited.

After he mastered the meaning of Shenxiao sword, he could read the ordinary spirit level sword technique almost once.

If you are a little more sophisticated, you may be able to understand half a cup of tea with your eyes closed, and you can master all the essentials.

But the nine Xiaoyao swords are so extraordinary that they can't fully understand the meaning of Shenxiao sword.

After another seven days, Lin Yun practiced the Tianzhi sword formula to the 23rd sword, and then he was forced to stop.

Xiaobingfeng, riding a blood dragon horse, appeared majestically.

"Lin Yun, it's time to get the supreme god pattern."

Xiaobingfeng frowned and said angrily, "are you stupid in practicing sword? You even forgot what you promised to be emperor."

Lin Yun put away the flower sword and laughed. The better he and the sword startled the sky.

The other party will open the ban of shengjianfeng today, but he is too absorbed in practicing this day's sword formula. He really forgot about it.

Lin Yun turned aside the topic and said, "you came just in time. There is something I just want to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

Xiaobingfeng looks calm and not very interested. She is only interested in the supreme divine pattern.

"How to deal with Qin Cang's golden keel?"

Lin Yun dug out the other side's keel, but how to use it is a big problem.

No one dares to use it. Once Qin Cang knows it, it will be a great trouble.

However, he can't use it himself. If other keels are OK, the attribute of this keel is too different from that of Canglong.

And it contains the breath of Qin Cang, which is difficult to digest completely. It certainly does not agree with Lin Yun's Canglong holy body.

"Hey, why don't you give it to Xiaohei? It's still small and growing. Don't you know how to cook? Just cook a pot of golden dragon bone soup! The elixir you sent to the emperor is useless. It's just cooked in one pot. It must be delicious! "

Xiaobingfeng said more excited, two eyes shine.

The corner of Lin Yun's mouth was drawn. If Qin Cang knew that, he would not be angry.

[I feel a little bit at last. I've been writing a lot these days. Xiaoyao nine swords, the supreme god pattern, and the altar where the God's corpse may be buried, and some pits of Fuyun sword clan are still very interesting. In addition, thanks to the students of Xiaowan, I am very moved. I have forgotten It's been three years since I was the only one. 】

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