Sovereign of the Era

Mu Xuankong looked at Lin Yun and his face changed slightly.

"You really can make trouble. A Xuanwu holy blood can make so many things happen. Even the four black list stars are killed by you..." Mu Xuankong light road.

Lin Yunxian laughed, but he couldn't tell whether he was praising or belittling.

"It's a coincidence. I didn't know before I went that there would be so much trouble..."

"You know all the trouble? Do you want to go hard? "

Mu Xuankong stares at him one eye, light way.

Lin Yun scratched his head and didn't dare to look at mu Xuankong. He was really a bit bold before.

Xiaobingfeng had already reminded him that he was "betrayed" by Tianxuan tortoise on the way, and almost capsized in the gutter.

"You boy..."

After all, mu Xuankong couldn't bear to blame Lin Yun. He couldn't help laughing, showing a trace of helplessness on his face.

After a long time, he said, "the sword is promoted?"

"Well, Jianyi has been promoted."

Lin Yun's eyes flashed with burning color and said in a deep voice.

"Your master would be very happy if he knew it!"

Mu Xuankong said with a smile: "before, your master and I watched you impact the Wupin sword idea, and we realized that we were still short of breath. It's just a breath away, but actually many people are stuck in this step. One card is decades, even hundreds of years! "

Lin Yun ordered a little, deep thought.

After crossing the sky, the understanding of Kendo attainments is almost completely different from before.

Who could have thought that a man can resist a sword, and a sword can also control a man?

This is the real unity of man and sword. The truth can't be explained clearly at all. It can only be understood after mastering it.

"By the way, this time you did a beautiful job. No matter what, the top four stars on the black list all died because of you. Especially Jiang Tong, since he was expelled from xuantianzong, he has been targeting my sword clan. He wants to make contributions and return to the sect. "

Mu Xuankong laughs.

"I can't control the killing of other sects. I'm sure I won't care if I kill my Jianzong disciples."

Lin Yun laughs casually.

"There are almost two months to go before the ancient battlefield will be opened. Don't run around and stay in Shenxiao peak."

"Well."

Lin Yun nodded.

This time, his strength has soared a lot. He really needs to digest it. Both the supreme dragon boxing and the ninth sword of Xiaoyao nine swords can have a try.

"Heaven sky sword will remember to keep secret first, no one will say it!"

Mu Xuankong solemnly reminds a way.

"I know."

Lin Yun saluted and left.

With Lin Yun to go, before leaving Mu Chuan, appeared in the zongmen hall.

"The boy really broke through!"

Mu Chuan's eyes were filled with excitement, and then sighed: "no wonder I felt a little pressure on him. He was faster than younger martial brother Jian in those years. In him, I really saw the hope of the revival of the clan."

"Too soon, not necessarily good."

Mu Xuankong shook his head, and his face showed a touch of anxiety.

"Tianxuanzi?"

Mu Chuan's face was gloomy and said a name.

Mu Xuankong's face also sank. Tianxuanzi looked weak in appearance, but in fact he was decisive in killing. His mind and the city hall were very deep.

Once he's on the spot, there's no good end.

Twenty years ago, the golden generation of Jianzong was almost destroyed. The sword Jingtian, who had the hope of revitalizing the clan, was unable to set foot in the cloud sword sect for life under the design of the other party.

Obviously, he designed everything, but in the end, the sword clan was forced to bow to this man.

Even if the past 100 years, mu Xuankong would not be able to let go.

"If he dares to use the same method to deal with Lin Yun, I'll give up my life and fight him to death. The tragedy of 20 years ago will never happen to Lin Yun! "

Mu Xuankong said coldly, with a strong obsession in his eyes.

Twenty years ago, he chose to give in. Twenty years later, he will never retreat again.

"Didn't you tell him that the master decided to try to shock the dead?" Mu Chuan suddenly smelled it.

"Martial uncle is a little anxious I don't want to distract him. I'd better not say it. "

"No hurry, no way. Tianxuanzi has endured for such a long time. No one can predict whether he will make a disaster in this ancient battlefield."

"Act according to the circumstances. I don't care about the struggle between the younger generations. If he dares to turn his back, I will certainly accompany him to the end."

……

After returning to Shenxiao Feiyun peak, Lin Yun is completely quiet.

On weekdays, I blow the flute and practice calligraphy, and then I go to observe the ancient stele of the dragon, or practice the supreme dragon boxing, or observe other martial arts by analogy.

The purpose of playing flute is to cultivate tianlongqu, while the practice of calligraphy is to deduce the ninth sword among the nine Xiaoyao swords.

He has a kind of intuition. Nine swords must exist!Even the master has mastered it. When the master taught him wind, rain, thunder and ice with a pen, the last word was almost ready to be written.

But because he was afraid of something, he didn't write it out in the end. Lin Yun thought he could try it.

With the passage of time, the atmosphere of the whole sword sect is becoming more and more tense. The upper and lower levels have become extremely hard. They dare not have any slack.

In particular, the disciples of each peak and dragon vein state have tried their best to practice hard.

Even if you can only improve your own strength by one point, you should try hard and never give up any chance.

With the advent of the ancient battlefield, everyone felt great pressure.

No way!

In the past, Jianzong lost too much in the ancient battlefields. The reason why the strength of Jianzong has declined in recent years is that there is no harvest in the ancient battlefield.

In particular, twenty years ago, Jian Jingtian led the golden generation of Jianzong to fight a big battle, but he was directly destroyed by people.

On the contrary, xuantianzong, relying on the benefits gained from the ancient battlefields, and the existence of tianxuanzi, its internal strength soared.

Over the past few years, there has been a trend of pressure over the sword clan!

Even the Yaoguang swordsman felt great pressure and was in a passive situation.

The simple truth is that if Jianzong in the ancient battlefield can not defeat xuantianzong, as long as it can be equal to xuantianzong.

For Yao Guang, his pressure will be much less, and the robbery will become very calm.

But not like now, the whole Jianzong is basically supported by Yao Guangjian saint.

Twenty years ago, the disciples of Jianzong are holding their breath and trying to vent in the ancient battlefield.

With such a tense atmosphere, the opening day of the ancient battlefield was approaching day by day, and the whole sword sect became extremely quiet.

The silence was like a prelude to the coming storm.

Everyone knows that the wasteland battlefield is not a grand gathering of Tianchi, nor is it a contest between the clans. It is not only divided into high and low, but also determines life and death.

Every chance is accompanied by endless killing!

As long as anyone is a little careless, blood will fall among them, and the body will die.

In addition to the xuantianzong, the masters of other sects are not good at fighting against each other. As for the ancient demons in them, let alone the monsters, they are far more terrible than monsters.

……

Feiyunfeng, in the attic by the Linghu lake.

Lin Yun is refining words in front of the window. Looking up from the window is a rugged lake with a wide view and fresh air.

World Xuan Huang, wind and rain thunder ice!

There are a lot of white paper scattered in the whole study. All the eight characters are written on it. Lin Yun is practicing both calligraphy and sword.

With pen as sword, splash ink asked.

Every time he wrote, Lin Yun became more proficient in the nine swords of Xiaoyao. He also had some understanding of the nine swords.

There is nothing in the world. It is difficult to be carefree again. This sword must be far beyond the existence of the eight swords in front of us.

After this sword, there will be no free sword in the world.

It is very likely that this sword will overturn the artistic conception of the eight swords in front of them, which contains an unimaginable sadness.

Can be subtle to understand, and can be vaguely aware that this sword looks sad and helpless, but also contains greater carefree.

Is a kind of atmosphere spirit!

Beyond the mysterious wilderness of heaven and earth, the real carefree of wind, rain, thunder and ice.

"I'm afraid the master taught me this sword in advance? I can't learn the eight swords in front of me, so I didn't teach me? "

Lin Yun holds the brush and seems to understand something.

Hum!

At this time, Lin Yun eyebrows slightly wrinkled, feiyunfeng appeared a trace of fluctuation, someone broke in.

No!

It's not the intruder. It's the feiyunfeng ban that doesn't trigger this person. Is it the sect elder or spy?

Buzz!

A strong sense of killing shrouded, the whole attic was shaking uncontrollably, and the ink on the table in front of Lin Yun was beating.

Without giving Lin Yun too much time to think, a dark shadow appeared from the lake, and with a very terrible murderous spirit, it killed the attic.

Along with the other side's approach, the arrangement is forbidden in the attic, and is heavily torn.

There is a huge and domineering sword from the other side of the body, broken spirit lines in the attic, into messy light flying out.

How strong!

If the other party is really close to each other, the whole garret is afraid to be completely destroyed, and the attic will collapse.

"My God."

Lin Yun did not slow down, bent down on the paper to write a word of heaven.

Boom!

With the fall of the thirty-six heavenly power, the garret, which was about to collapse, was suddenly stabilized. It was as majestic as mountains and rivers, and was not moved by the wind and rain.

"Ground!"

With Lin Yun's pen and brush writing, the paper scattered in the room made a sound and flew out.Flying out of the paper with a piece of ancient characters, each ancient character is like living ancient general, like snowflakes falling around the visitors.

Sonorous!

A sword is pulled out by the visitor. The sword is as dazzling as the sun. Each sword is mighty and magnificent.

A piece of shining white paper, split into two pieces, fell down soft and soft, the visitor's momentum was like a rainbow, but his feet were finally blocked.

Boom!

A sword was wielded on the lake, and a huge fireball fell towards the attic.

"Xuan!"

After the xuanzi was finished, the loft was full of light and played the fireball back directly.

Click!

The man in black on the lake was not flustered at all. With a backhand sword, he split the direct released dagri sword light in two.

He went on like a startled goose running towards the window.

"Famine!"

Lin Yun smiles, and the last stroke falls.

Shua!

A sense of corrosion is released. If a person flies like a startled goose, his sword will be constantly eroded.

By the time he got to the window, his sword had gone to 7788.

Lin Yunchao lay back, just sitting on the chair, creaking. He leaned back to the chair, and the chair retreated ten meters, just avoiding the attack of the other side.

The visitor stood on the desk, four pieces of white paper slowly floated up, and Heng Dan was between him and Lin Yun.

"What kind of sword technique? What did master Yao Guang teach you

The visitor looked at the four words of heaven and earth and asked Lin Yun.

"So to speak."

Lin Yun thought about it and said it truthfully.

The sword technique was left by the southern emperor. It was the master who really let Lin Yun master the sword quickly and understand the essence of it.

In particular, the last four words, is to urge the sacred things, reverse time and space, cost some longevity.

"You're not afraid of me?"

The color in the eyes of visitors is quite interesting.

"You seem to be slow to kill, but in fact you have no intention of killing at all. You are also a swordsman. You should know that the swordsman is most sensitive to the killing intention." Lin Yun laughs a way, and then pauses, relaxed way: "more importantly, I have guessed your identity."

"Yao Guang's disciple is really extraordinary."

The visitor laughed and took off the mask.

Sure enough.

Lin Yun looked at his eyes, his face showed a smile, is really his guess.

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