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Ten years, is it here? Lin Yunxin is in the heart, on this fat old man, inexplicably felt a cold.

If you are down, you will lose your piano, whether it will bury your body in this lake? If it is the same day, he will fall into the magic in the moment when he jumped. Answer, I am afraid that I am somewhat unwilling to accept.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun got this old old man, about guess the identity of this person.

Anyway, the strength of the old man is unquestionable.

Since the other party promises to solve the confusion, at least the purpose of this is already reached, then ask.

"I want to ask the predecessor, after the peak of the sword, there is still a corresponding realm on it?"

Lin Yun said the doubts about wraping around for a long time.

"Nature is there.

The fat old look is indifferent, faint: "The common people know, the martial arts skills have four major realms, the initial, Xiaocheng, Dacheng and the peak, can most people can cultivate a martial arts to Dacheng, already great Achievements.

It is said that there is a touch of faint ridicule on the face of fat old.

Then, "As for the peak, it is very few, very rare.

So there will be no one will ask if you want to think, after the peak, can you have a road? They are like painting people, one is in painting, you can notice this step, not far from the pain.

"The realm of the peak hospital door is a painting?"

Lin Yunru thought, whispered.

It seems to catch some, quietly waiting for the explanation of the old people, and many expectations in the eyes.

"It's not wrong, it is indeed, but this is not the artistic conception of God, referred to as the imperiality ..."

The fat old man doesn't matter if Lin Yun can't understand, sit down and drink the tea, and the brain continues to talk.

"The situation, in short, it is to use it.

A sword method, cultivation to a strong, is also the former.

It is the same as it, turning it into your own swords, I don't know how many times more than the former.

Did you understand? "

The fat old man is slightly disdainful to Lin Yun, smiling: "But it is useless to tell you, you know it, I am afraid to even ... .

He sold Guan Zi, laughing, don't do a lot.

"You say, even if you know, you may not be able to break.

I can't do it out of the broken painting, and I talked to myself, re-painted.

Lin Yun Siwei is sensible, and the other party did not say.

"As a ten years, the first person walking to me, you are not too stupid.

Old man is what this means.

The elderly dragged the long tail, smile unfamed.

Lin Yun did not say many words, and the arched handed back.

Slowly walked to the heart of the lake, the road already know, he will have a real understanding.

Loop a circle, Lin Yun closed on his eyes.

The fat old man touched the beard, the old and indifferent face, showing a smile.

This kid, it is some of his heart.

If you don't have nonsense, you can't do it, try again.

But it is useless, and it is easy to talk about it.

The so-called broken painting is the princes before the previous cultivation to the peak, and it can save the foundation.

Inadvertent, broken painting, it will let yourself be exhausted.

He and that year, it is a little similar, always do not believe in evil.

I don't know how the old boy is in the burial sword, how is it?

There are some past events in my mind, and the eyes of fat are flashing in the eyes, and the brow is slightly wrinkled. I don't want to think more, I will sleep.

On the lake, Lin Yun is immersed in the thoughts of the Water Moon Sword, there is a wilderness in his expected.

A tricky of the Water Moon Sword Law, constantly decomposing, in the wilderness, countless residual shadows, each of which is different from the moon priests.

There were only twenty-eight-strokes of the priests, and it was chemically made into more than 100 steps.

Over time, among the wasteland, the number of residuals is increasing, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred ... is doubled.

Three days later.

Fat olders woke up, look at the heart, and the face suddenly changed.

I woke up immediately, and the stretch was close. I saw the Lake Lin Yun Zhou Ziwei.

Lingguang is like a silk, wrapped his layer, like a circle of silkworm cocoons.

"This……"

Fat olders were shocked, obviously did not expect such a scene.

The Lin Yun immersed in the degeneration, everything is everywhere, and it is tangible.

Among the wilderness, he sat on a stone mountain and looked at the residual shadow of the dense numbness below.

From time to time, refer to a bomb, there is no longer play, will disappear.

There are fewer residuals, and now it is more.

It is not difficult to understand.

He is breaking the Water Moon Sword Law, who is learned, disassembled, backwritten, and turns into his own most suitable Water Moon Sword.

The water is still the water, the month is still the rim of the bend, only the sword, this is not more than the past!

"It should be enough.

When only Jiudi was left, Lin Yun nodded.

"

In reality, Lin Yun opened his eyes and wandered his spirituality and immediately broke.

Silk and stripped, broken!

When the spiritual screams completely dissipated, Lin Yun was blooming, and it was dazzling.

Ice muscle ribs, streamer, like new students.

He reached out, and the island was flying, and it was held tightly.

Spring is rush, Baichuan's flow!

Spring is silent, and it is originally an artistic conception of water and moon swords, floating, invisible.

There are five strokes, which can be broken by him, soft in a trick.

A sword, the rain, turned into stream, and the flow of Baichuan.

Boom!

He abandoned changes, the power of this mood, and integrated in a sword.

In the silence, the surface is violent, and the waves are surprised, and the rush is.

From now on, he belongs to his Water Moon Sword, which will only be a kind of artistic conception, as long as the month, the world, the loneliness, the moon is so proud, derived as the ultimate domineering.

Take water view!

Lin Yun's sword is filled, and the lake is like a layer of lake water, and the scorpion is boundless. It is a small lake, which seems to be thick.

Smoke.

The calm lake, the layers are ripple, and the vast water fog is quiet.

The sword is like the lake water only on the water fog, the mighty is atmospheric, and if the dream is dead.

This sword, smoke is vast, and the water is fog.

Malands!

The lake has turned the sword light, and it is endless, and the waves dance, the sword is like the waves, and the waves are like sword.

If it is deep, don't say that the sword is blocked, it can stand stability.

Magical shape, Lin Yunyi Show the six swords, each sword seems to have different changes.

At each sword, there is a kind of mood, which belongs to the monthly domineering and lon arrogant, and often goes to the beginning of each sword.

The light of the moon!

The same is the light of the moon, and the light of the moon is very different.

It is a purple sword light, and a round of purple tomorrow is on the lake. When the moonlight appears, Lin Yun's film disappears.

In the world, only a moon-like sword mood is scratching the lake.

!

The sword is brightened, the lake is flat, there is a flat and slender gap, waiting until the moonlight dissipation Lin Yuncai is now shaped.

Not he really disappeared, just the moonlight too much, covering everything in the world.

Frost cold!

Water moonlight!

Then, it is two major killings, showing in his hand.

After the promotion of the promotion, these two major killings, the same face is all unrecognizable, but it can be used with himself, and it is perfect, as if this water moon sword method is the general.

Not enough ... Show Lin Yun, the Water Moon Sword Law, standing on the lake, if you think.

In vocabaries, the nine swords are full, he feels that it seems to be further further, which is really urgent to the limit to the limits.

But this silk is inspired, it is unpredictable, it is difficult to grasp.

Just when this is ill, when he will disappear, his ear suddenly sounded the sound of the Ying Yunxiao.

Lin Yunxiang is magnificent, and suddenly understand.

With this shocking, after the fire, it belongs to his own tenth sword.

The lake fried, and the rumor was huge, and a dragon roll rose, the sky was suddenly dark.

The words of whizzle, the sharp sword is pour, and the vision is connected to the middle, and a lightning torn is long, and it is horrible to suffocate.

This sword, broken day, broken cloud, only this sword, forever forever!

Lin Yun "sword"

And standing soft: "This tenth sword is called it ... Tianzhi Cloud.

Uniquely belonging to his tenth sword, which belongs to his natural clouds.

"Your child, it is deeply hidden, and I will hurt me.

The fat old look is indifferent, slightly unpleasant.

Lin Yun smiled slightly and did not explain.

He is thinking about the cliff, and threatened in March, the sword has already arrived in the context.

It's only a good thing, it seems that I only use three days to break, no one can know how he is thinking about the cliff.

"If there is no absolute grasp, this deep, how do I dare to jump.

Lin Yun said that it is very confident, but this is confident, but hidden a bitterness that he can understand.

After landing, he said.

Without fat, the end of the piano, this tenth sword, he is afraid that it is impossible to refresh.

Once missing the fleeting of the slightly, it is definitely a lifetime that can't comprehend the sky, this opportunity, only once.

I missed it, I missed it.

The old man is indifferent to nod, and it is not intensified.

"The seniors say that they will spend ten years here, but I don't see flowers in this island?"

Think of this, Lin Yun asked curiously.

"A sword.

"Why?"

Lin Yun was surprised.

The fat old man took a tea cup and faintly: "If you say, the longer the flowers, the longer the people, the more ugly, and it is upset, and then the sword is smashed.

The words are light and written, but Lin Yun is so thriving.

The so-called flowers are definitely not really watching, the old man is in this ten years, it is Wu Sword.

Aware of the sword for ten years, but another sword, this is the fat old man feel that ten years of understanding of the sword is wrong.

Even if it is really wrong, it is also a ten years of work, saying that it is a bit surprised.

"Submit regret?"

"Oh, you can't regret it, and the old man will regret it."

The elderly put down the tea cup and smiled. "You don't care about the old man, still think about yourself, thinking about the cliff to disappear three days, etc.

Before dawn, you can't go back, you can't help you.

Lin Yun's face is slightly changed, look back.

A lonely peak, straight into the cloud, the cloud layer, I don't know how high.

I just thought about it, but I didn't think about it.

The old man is smirking, looking at him, the look, full of play.