Sovereign of the Era

The painting is suspended in front of Lin Yun, and slowly unfolds, little by little.

After a while, the tiger, who had caused a great impact on Lin Yun's heart, showed his figure. When the picture is all unfolded, the tiger occupies the whole picture. If you don't look carefully, you can't notice the existence of the people in Qingyi.

To be exact, more people are unable to withstand the impact of such fierce tigers, and they are scared to lose their paintings in the moment of unfolding. In his eyes, the painting is only full of the power of the king, like a tiger swallowing mountains and rivers. But those who really carry the power of the tiger, the picture will suddenly change, that Wang Wei, who can swallow the sun and moon of the Star River, will become a supporting role in the blink of an eye.

Become quiet and peaceful, close your eyes and smell the rose fragrance in the palm of the man in green.

The fragrance of flowers is full of fragrance. The man in green with a sword in his right hand and a rose in his left hand shows the true face of Lushan Mountain.

At present, this is what Lin Yun saw. He has seen it countless times. He knew that soon, the flower in the palm will rise, and the man in green will become the absolute protagonist in the painting, but the picture will become more and more blurred.

If you don't have spiritual tattoos, you won't be able to see them clearly.

Sure enough, but for a moment, the scene in the painting was covered with mist, and only a figure in green clothes could be seen.

Lin yunning looks at it carefully. At the same time, the original soul seal in Xuan palace is shining. Faint wedding wave, from his body, slowly sent out.

Where do flowers start!

See!

In front of his eyes, the picture became blurred and became clear. The man in green with the sword was muttering to himself. The rose in his palm fluttered gently, holding the sword in his right hand and dancing in the air.

The flower falls off the tip of the sword and blooms with dazzling light. At this moment, at will and leisurely, such as the water of the people in Tsing Yi. His body suddenly erupted infinite sword power, which was many times stronger than the tiger that engulfed mountains and rivers, and could merge with the sun, moon and stars.

The brilliance of that sword shines on the mountains and rivers.

Sword point rose blooms, thousands of rays of light burst, one side of the world, streamer scattered, more dazzling than the stars, can compete with the sun and moon. As if this, the next sword falls, the mountains and rivers will tremble under this sword.

When taking him to collect the sword, the flowers were falling, colorful and competing.

All of a sudden, the man in Tsing Yi looks back and smiles, and the flowers fade. His sight passed through the eyes of Lin Yun on the painting scroll. His eyes were as sharp as a sword. In a trance, he penetrated the barrier of time and space, which made Lin Yun feel inexplicably tight.

Here it is!

It was this sword, which was about to break the painting. Every time, Lin Yun couldn't resist it. He couldn't find out the real charm of this set of sword techniques, but he still didn't know where the flower came from?

Plop! Plop!

Lin Yun's heart leaped wildly. At this moment, he was extremely nervous and his face was more dignified than ever before. On the forehead, even has the bean big sweat, drops by drops seeps out.

I can't hide my uneasiness.

No way, such a mood, can not help Lin Yun calm. I can't remember how many times I was scared out of my wits by this broken painting.

This time, he got a lot of nature, and got great opportunities in that half of the divine pattern.

Whether it is the attainment of the spirit pattern, or the sword power of oneself, they all have a higher level. He is not what he used to be. If he can't stop it, all his efforts will be wasted.

Such failures and setbacks will seriously damage his self-confidence.

Lin Yun doesn't care much about many things, but as long as it's something he really cares about. His heart of victory and defeat, his stubbornness and pride, no one can compare with him.

Click!

The voice of the picture exploding appeared. The man in Tsing Yi looked back and laughed. The sword came out and leaped in the air. Time, flowers and rain all over the sky, endless mountains and rivers, with his sword broken painting and out.

Lin Yun's pupil shrinks fiercely. When the painting scroll is completely broken, the sky and earth seem to have silk cracks, which are broken into countless pieces like glass. Time solidifies and the world is still. Lin Yun's mind completely stopped, his upper and lower lips slightly open, want to open can not open, want to close can not be closed.

Crazy heart, suddenly stop.

Can't move! Can't breathe!!

Endless fear came from all directions. In Lin Yun's weak perception, there was boundless darkness rolling in, and his world light was shrinking. In the blink of an eye, the boundless darkness is like a silent hell, and death wants to devour it.

Are you dying?

Damn it!

Lin yunwan didn't expect that even if his own strength was completely changed, he would still be so shocked when facing this sword. Make such a situation at present, some unexpected, the heart of the rise from the thick unwilling.

Can't die, can't die, can't die

But this silent cry, completely useless, and so on the dark moment completely engulfed him.

All of a sudden, the whole world is still, Lin Yun no longer has any sense, he can only feel his consciousness, in a certain abyss bit by bit down.

But at the moment when his soul was about to be completely engulfed by the power of a sword, the phoenix feather soul seal in the Xuan palace suddenly burned a golden flame. In those bright lights, the rising flame gives out a trace of divine grain.Boom!

With the rising flame, the endless darkness was instantly swept away by the power of the divine stripe, and Lin Yun's vision was suddenly restored to pure brightness.

As far as he could see, a shadow came towards his face. Lin Yun was startled. Before he could react, he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled violently.

Whoa!

Lin Yun's body didn't move, but he felt that the other side pulled his soul consciousness out of the body.

Just as slightly confused, looking at the four sides of the environment, the front of two people, a man and a woman.

A man in blue, holding funeral flowers, a pair of deep eyes, blue sky. His delicate facial features are perfect and can't pick out any defects, just like a jade, which is full of beauty and is graceful and graceful. All the beautiful words in the world seem to be not worthy of his style.

It's him

Lin Yun murmured to himself that this was the man in blue whom he had seen countless times in his paintings. But I didn't expect that he was so handsome, just like a banished immortal. Compared with him, the woman beside him makes Lin Yun more moving.

It is a kind of beauty that belongs to the world alone. It is simple and unadorned. At first sight, it has no amazing feeling, but it is more and more attractive. It is just immersed in it and can not extricate itself.

Two people a fairy, a common, but each has its own style, not lose each other.

When Lin Yun looked at him, the man in Green took the woman's arm and walked quickly towards him.

"It turns out that I didn't pull my hand just now No, it's coming to me. "

When Lin Yun was at a loss, they went straight through him.

Lin Yun was puzzled and suddenly realized that he was already in the painting. The person in this painting is just a long memory, not a real person.

When he turned around and looked, the man in green had already danced with his sword, while the woman looked quietly with a faint smile on her face. She said softly, "where does the flower start?"

Lin Yun just heard her voice, suddenly surprised by nature and man. The sound was like a clear spring and flowing water. The water hit the rocks, and the echo was moving.

The man in Tsing Yi smiles at the speech, and the sword comes out. The flowers on the ground dance and soar into the air. But only a rose, impartial, fell on the tip of the sword.

When the rose falls on the tip of the sword, the light of the rose is blooming, which makes the flowers in the world pale. The sharp edge of the sword, accompanied by the light of the rose, reached a frightening point, as if the mountains and rivers could be pierced by his sword.

"Where am I from?" The smile on the woman's face became more and more thick, and it was read out in a soft voice.

With a sword, the man in Qingyi changed his body. In a moment, there was no sign of any man in Qingyi. Only the flower, only the rose on the tip of the sword before, broke into countless petals and evolved into a storm.

Buzz!

The storm composed of petals, in the rotation, burst out the mantianjianyin, the world.

"The mountains and rivers are empty, and the wind of trees and leaves is the owl!"

When the storm dispersed and the sword light reappeared, Lin Yun knew that the man in Qingyi had been there all the time, just hiding himself in the boundless sword power. The reappearance of the sword light blooms out loud and clear sword chants. In the hands of the people in Qingyi, the boundless sword power is just like the river and lake, surrounding the empty mountains.

Wind blowing, no empty mountains, no water, only a few leaves, moving with the wind. In the boundless world, how tiny the fallen leaves are, but the leaves tremble in the wind. Lin Yun's eyes are bright, and the sword is from large to small, from static to dynamic. The transformation of artistic conception is really amazing.

"The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the drizzle as thin as sorrow!" The red lips of a woman open in person, the ethereal voice is like a tired bird flying.

The sword power is turning, and the vast sword light is like scattered petals, dancing and flying; with the drizzle, the sword light becomes more and more flexible and dense, hitting on the raindrops, making the sound of jade broken, Ding Dong Dong Dong, pleasant.

"There is nothing in the world. I give you white horse hoofs!" Women's voice, at this moment firm up, but in this firm and there are all kinds of tenderness, but the world does not care.

At this moment, the sword power of the man in Tsing Yi, which is like flying flowers and silk rain, suddenly rises to a high level, which is magnificent and stirring, and has boundless domineering power.

"I'm from heaven!"

In the majestic and boundless sword power, the man in Tsing Yi, who had been shadowy before, suddenly appeared. In the roar, he fell from the sky with a sword, and cut down all the horses and armies, endless mountains and rivers.

"Flowers start from the palm of your hand!"

The man in Tsing Yi turned his hand over and buried the flower sword on the ground in front of him. The back hand spread out, a bud in his palm slowly unfolded, the burial sword was tightly attached to his right arm, he only slowly raised his left hand.

Boom!

Rising, with the opening of the flower bud, the terrible sword is intended to keep soaring on him, forcing people to open their eyes. The sky and the earth trembled violently under the sword.

"A thought of dust and light"

The flower buds in the palm burst into bloom. The man in Qingyi raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with divine awns. He said in a cold voice, "ten thousand flowers are shining on the broken mountains and rivers."After a while, the flowers in the palms of the hands burst into light, and the people in Qingyi who are shrouded in such light are like the sun that lights up the world on the ground.

The heart of a sword is transparent and bright. When the dust is gone, it will shine brightly on the mountains and rivers.

The light, more and more bright, will Lin Yunci's eyes open. When the light of the sword shining on the broken mountains and rivers came, Lin Yun felt a powerful force and pushed him out.

Lin Yun staggered and looked up. The picture in front of him was dangling and was about to fall down.

Hastily stretched out a move, the unfolded picture scroll instantly rolled up, was tightly held in the hand.

But Lin Yun was speechless for a long time, holding the painting scroll, stunned.

Half ring, Lin Yun's face showed a look of loss, eyes, still immersed in fear.

Where do flowers start?

Where do I come from?

The mountains and rivers are empty, and the wind of trees and leaves is the owl.

Flying flowers light as a dream, silk rain as thin as sorrow.

There is nothing in the world. I give you white horse hoofs.

I'm from heaven!

Flowers start from the palm!

A year of dust, light, shine on the broken mountains and rivers million!

……

The man in Qingyi broke the painting with a sword, but he also gave Lin Yun an opportunity to explore the painting. However, he had never thought that the sword was so impressive.

After a long time, Lin Yun's eyes were not in panic. Instead, Lin Yun's spirit was surging. He said firmly: "I must learn this sword skill!"

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