Sovereign of the Era

Thunder cocoon, green lotus, sun and moon!

Combined with the vision of purple iris blooming on the Qingxiao tree and Lin Yun's immortal sword idea, he is his own three swords for cutting heaven.

Each of the three swords has the power to compete with, even surpass, the master's level of creative martial arts, and can be further promoted with his sword intention promotion.

Advanced chemical weapons, even in that world, are extremely rare. In addition to the super sects, other forces need not only financial resources and resources, but also a glimmer of opportunity.

In this road to heaven, perhaps only the existence of higher realm can have advanced chemical weapons.

If Lin Yun remembers correctly, the threshold of advanced natural chemical martial arts is very high, at least until the peak of the first level of heaven and soul, or even the second level of heaven and soul.

Otherwise, if you practice rashly, you will be possessed by the devil, and you will be abandoned before you hurt yourself.

For example, on the Qingxiao tree, he could clearly feel the magnificent power contained in the vision. However, he did not dare to vent all his power. He could not use his own strength, otherwise he would surely burst his body.

"There are still two days left in the seven day agreement, which is enough."

Lin Yun put away the jade slips and whispered to himself.

As a top-grade sword technique, it is impossible to practice it in two days. The qualification is a little poor, and it is very likely to take months or even half a year.

But for Lin Yun, he has long understood it for a long time. But has been unable to understand the true meaning, now not only understand the true meaning, but also into their own feelings.

If you practice, you must be handy.

After ten years of hard training, a sudden enlightenment is a similar truth.

Lin Yun first practices thunder cocoon, which is the tenth sword of Qingxiao's thirteen swords. He needs to condense the meaning of wind thunder sword into fog, and then refine it into silk. It takes a very strong sword sense to have such a delicate control.

With his perfect Tongling sword spirit, it is more than enough naturally and does not need too much effort.

After several attempts, Lin Yun's eyes contain the boundless sword meaning, which is covered with misty water mist. His clear and bright eyes, shrouded in the fog, are like the stars in the night. They are very close, but they are far away from each other.

"Sword!"

Lin Yun reaches out his hand and grabs the funeral flower from the scabbard and is tightly held in his palm.

In Zifu, there is only Qingxiao divine tree with trunk. One third of 108 branches are broken. The broken branches are driven by two sword rhymes. In an instant, it melted into a vast and incomparable wind, thunder and sword Qi. When it was poured into the body of the buried flower sword, it was shining in an instant.

The thunder is shining everywhere.

The sword in his hand is like a thunderbolt, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

Feeling the majestic power contained in the sword, Lin Yun's face was calm and unhurried, and said in a low voice: "wind."

At the same time, Lin Yun's immortal sword spirit was sacrificed. Let the broken thunder break but not scatter, and further refine it with the sword meaning.

Boom!

When he wields his sword, the wind, thunder and sword will turn into fog, and all the space of the whole underground arena will be filled in one breath.

"Sword like silk!"

To the most critical step, Lin Yun's face has never been more dignified, immortal sword meaning, more than fierce wind. The fog was compressed and condensed, and soon it was condensed into a ray of thunder light with the thickness of fingers. When the sword's meaning reached the goal of channeling, it was condensed into a hundred Zhang long ray of thunder light sword silk.

Purple sword silk, as thin as long hair, almost transparent. It is only when the light shines that it looms like a phantom.

Hum!

The sword silk moved slightly, and the silk thread played like a string. A lot of dust burst in the air immediately. It was so sharp that even the tiny dust invisible to the naked eye could be cut off.

Lin Yun took a cold breath from his mouth and felt cold on his back. If the enemy had such a means.

Even if he had a sword to protect his body, he would be cut into several pieces if he was careless.

Terrible.

Whew!

The mist dissipated, and the sword silk of hundred Zhang was continuously rotated, and finally condensed into a thunder cocoon the size of a small nail.

Thunder cocoon like fireflies, emitting a light purple light, very good-looking.

Sword silk.

Thunder cocoon.

At last, Lin Yun was relieved.

Bang!

But for this moment of distraction, the thunder cocoon was out of control and exploded, and the thunder light flashed away.

Poop!

Lin Yun didn't even have time to dodge. He didn't understand what was going on. In an instant, he was hit by the aftershocks and spat out a mouthful of blood.

When he got up, his head was still buzzing and his ribs were aching.

"How many times?"

Lin Yun grinned bitterly on his face, but he was ecstatic in his eyes.He didn't like to follow the old ways of his predecessors in practicing sword technique. At least he had to understand the true meaning of it. There would always be some unexpected situations.

For example, the explosion of the thunder cocoon in front of him caught him by surprise. If his body was slightly weaker, he might be killed by the explosion.

"Sword silk, thunder cocoon I see. "

Lin Yun's eyes twinkled and understood the real threat of this move. The sword silk was thinner than the hair. But it is so sharp that it can penetrate into the opponent's body and may not even have any pain.

But when it is in the opponent's body, condensed into thunder cocoon, the immortals can't live.

"With about 30% of my strength, I can only condense a wisp of sword silk, which is only a hundred Zhang long. If you do it with all your strength, and after the vision of the basic double sword formula, you should be able to condense four or five strands, each of which can reach about 300 Zhang. "

Lin Yun's thoughts are like electricity, and his mind is calculating quickly.

Three hundred Zhang is one thousand meters. Within one kilometer, you only need to plant a thunder cocoon for your opponent. Even the best one in Tianfu Yizhong state will die in an instant. If the opponent is strong enough, all five thunder cocoons will be planted in it.

If you want to avoid me, you can either crush me directly or be faster than my sword.

If the sword silk is too thin and sharp, it can block or destroy people directly. I'm afraid it's not far away from crushing me.

But if you want to crush me, at least you have to be driven by the two big seven seas. Just because of the pressure, I can't even draw my sword.

But here is the road to heaven. The most important thing is genius. It is difficult for those high-level realms to guarantee that there is no evil spirit against heaven.

"We still have to work hard. We must practice all the three swords."

Lin Yun calmed down, took back his mind, and began to practice the second sword, Qinglian.

Green lotus, wind and thunder like rain, sword like Lake, leaves fall into lotus.

If the thunder cocoon is delicate to the extreme, making people shudder, then this green lotus is a kind of atmospheric spirit. The pursuit is an ethereal but grand image, flowing water and flowers bloom, the moment is eternal.

"The sword is boundless, what kind of existence is it?"

Lin Yun savored the image of this move carefully. After a glance, the master broke out such an amazing sword technique. He felt his own insignificance.

After practicing Lei cocoon, Lin Yun comes back to cultivate the green lotus. It seems that it is natural for Lin Yun to practice this green lotus. It is not so obscure.

Half a day later.

In the huge arena, it suddenly rained, and the rain quickly accumulated into a lake. Every drop of rain and dew contains the ultimate wind, thunder and sword Qi. It is transparent and colorless. The lake is all made up of rain and dew. It looks as clear as a mirror and peaceful.

"Baizhang..."

Sitting cross legged, Lin Yun opened his eyes and said in a soft voice, "a hundred feet should be my limit. This move consumes too much real yuan and requires a high level of mood. If I can't live in my heart, the lake containing the vast sword spirit will swallow me up first. "

He got up slowly, and the lake, which was a hundred feet long, was fleeting. Such lakes, even Lin Yun, can only last for such a short time. As time goes on, he will dry up.

That is to say, in this moment, I will swing my sword out of the scabbard, so that the water will bloom and the moment will last forever.

And I can't be anxious, I have to have an ethereal heart, waiting for the leaves to fall into lotus. However, the lake can only last for a moment, and the speed of leaf falling must be very slow. The two themselves are relatively contradictory.

If he wants to cultivate to a small degree, it's very simple. It's enough to keep the lake water only ten Zhangs. But obviously, Xiaocheng's Qinglian can't understand the image, and can't reach the spirit of jianwuyuan.

In the jade slips, the sword is boundless. The elder was a green lake with leaves falling into lotus. The water and flowers bloom, the moment is eternal, the sword light of that sword is brighter than the stars in the sky, and it lasts for a long time.

"There is no limit to sword, master. You are really a strong man."

Lin Yun's face is calm and does not have much bitterness. On the contrary, he likes the challenge.

He is also sure that he can do it. These three swords are not Qingxiao's thirteen swords, but his own three swords of chopping heaven.

On the green sky tree, the purple iris blooms.

Lin Yun closed his eyes, and behind him appeared the green sky god tree. The purple petals on the branches were dotted with leaves. In this sword green lotus, what he leaves will not be the leaves of Qingxiao, but the petals of purple kite, hundreds of petals condensed from the thirteen purple kite sword rhymes.

The wind and thunder are like rain, and the sword spirit is like a lake!

Almost a breath of time, Lin Yun at the foot of a hundred Zhang round lake, clear and transparent, as smooth as a mirror.

Qingxiao God is set up in the middle of the lake and on the branches of trees. The purple petals are cold and enchanting.

Under the trees and clouds, a shirt, eyes closed, long hair floating with the breeze. He has no intention of killing, let alone sharp, just like an immortal who has fallen into the mortal world. He has been washed out of lead and plain.

But he was smooth as jade. After all, his white palm was on the hilt.

Sword name burial flower!

Half of the duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain buried famous flowers. Soul is Liu Mian blowing to break, you go and I stay, two autumn.Lin Yun opened his eyes, misty eyes, a moment, the wind silent.

When the lake flows, the petals on the trees float like fallen leaves. I don't know when they have fallen on the lake, turning into lotus flowers, just like willow catkins that turn into duckweed when they enter the water.

The wind, thunder and sword fell again like raindrops. In the strong wind and heavy rain, the leaves on the trees kept falling.

Like withering, like rebirth, in the moment of death, into a lotus blossom.

In the ethereal and grand vision, Lin Yun held the funeral flower in his hand and waved his sword out.

Boom!

The whole underground space shakes violently, and the ancient prohibition in the stone wall has suffered a huge impact. Countless rocks have peeled off and cracks have spread.

In an instant, the impact spread out, and the whole Statue Square in the city of thunder and fire was shaking violently.

One stone building after another, in this violent wave, the instant collapse, immediately set off a startling waves.

The ancient prohibition blocked the bursting sword power, but the sword light penetrated through the ground.

Whoa!

The light burst out from the ground, and each piece of rubble is shining brilliantly in the night. The ancient and magnificent Dragon Statue is covered with a layer of dazzling holy light, which sets off the sky of the whole city of thunder and fire.

"My God, what's going on here?"

"Dragon Statue alive?"

"Is there a treasure to be born under the dragon city?"

At that moment, the whole city of thunder and fire was startled. Countless figures sprang up in the sky, all of them were stunned. I was shocked by this terrible vision.

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