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The 439th chapter of the turbulent water column, turned into a heavy rain, accompanied by the wind.

The fishing boat is in the waves, and it is undulating.

The boat is first, the teenagers hold the fish, and the fish is hanging on the dragon's general terrible fish king.

"Thirteen Master, I am catching up."

The wind and rain are laughing, and the young face is full of sunshine.

Thirteen grandmother, I couldn't help but laughed: "You are kid, line, older clothes you, hahaha!

This is not like a senior.

It can be in line with its minds, because it is the provocative Lin Yun, since Lin Yun is catching up, that is, a word, service.

"go!

Thirteen people laughed, and they were very happy. The right hand was shot in the void.

Boom!

In this palm, the fishing boat flew up, like the arrows through the rain.

In the first moment, jumping out of dozen miles, and the looked on the shore.

Lin Yun's body slightly earthquake, holding him, almost fell.

Thirteen Mathers was a smile and said: "This animal is handed over to me, raising ten years, but it is time to slaughter.

The voice falls, such as the dragon's general snow dragonflyfish, falling in the hand of the thirteen.

Now this snowy fish is treasure.

Fish scales can be used to refine the armor, the fish bones can be used to soak the wine, the fish can nourish the foam growth, the dragon corner on the head can be used to forge bones ... but the most valuable, it is also this fish king. A pair of eyeballs and demon.

According to the thirteen, this fish king already has a dragon, and its eyes can be barely called the dragon.

As for the demon, don't say more.

In the past ten years, the Zifu demon of the swallowing has not been countless, and they have long demon, I have long, I don't know how to refine.

In addition, the snow dragon fish itself is a big remedy, which is extremely rare.

Lin Yun thoughtfully thought, suddenly saw something, laughing.

I was busy living with the 13th of the treatment of the fishing dead. After I saw it, I got a look: "Little son, smile?"

"I think of something, I feel that the 13th grandfather is very like?"

"Who?"

"The Sword Hall of the Sword, he will spend ten years, but finally, a sword, thirteen, fish for ten years, and finally giving it a slaughter, think about it is really like.

There is still a sentence in Lin Yunxin, and the two are very temper.

It's very stab that there is a no-to-have no mouth, it is difficult to get along with outsiders.

Can be two people, deep, but they are in the mood.

For some olders who have a deep old man in the heart, there is more pure.

"I am like him?"

The thirteen is first glance, then laughed: "At some time, it is really like it, but next time I will mention this old guy before I.

Ok, this gave you, I see that you are still in the mountains, there is no resources on your body.

To speaking, the 13th grandfather lost a demon dress.

"

It is said that it is a demon, but it is half a demon, and it is crystal clear, and it has been discovered.

It is very surprising to exist at all.

The moment that can be dropped in the palm of the palm, but the sharpness of the majestic aura is like a mountain.

Lin Yun surprised: "There is no half a bit of breath.

Thirteen man cold voice: "That is nature, the snowy fish is a beast, but it is also a spiritual thing.

There is a refinement that has been refined, can completely refine the impurities, leaving only the most pure and moon essence in the world.

"Thirteen Mathers, is this your own?"

"This kind of little play, I can't see it."

But don't worry about it, come with me!

Thirteen people disdain disdain, the voice falls, walks in the depths of the burial sword.

Lin Yunxin is confused, and then it is tightly followed by this fish dragon demon.

Unconsciously, I came to the core of the burial sword, and he used to comprehend the sword.

Bamboo forest depths, step by step, the sharp swords containing the wind.

Slightly wind blowing grass, one grass, you can kill.

"You should have doubts in your heart, your own half-step swords, where you are in the gap with real congenital swords.

Thirteen grandfather said back to Lin Yun, saying faintly.

Lin Yunxin is a meal, which is really confused.

His half-step swords in the eyes, and the complete congenital swords, there is no gap in the area.

Simply put, the difference in water and a bucket of ice.

"Where is the gap?"

Lin Yun asked some urgent.

"You have to find your own sword, according to the Buddha's door, it is really me.

Thirteen people turned around and whispered: "You have learned now, dragon tiger fists and water moon priests are created by the former, no matter what realm you cultivate, it is still someone else.

Even if it is, it is just to use it, it is not your own.

Lin Yun seems to have realized, Shen Wei: "The 13th Master said that my own sword is it?"

"It is best to naturally, but even if you can't make your own, as long as you can see how you can see what's a sword, it will not be too far from the congenital sword.

Thirteen people faintly said: "With your understanding, you will go to this step sooner or later, you can think about the purple.

Don't take some dangerous paths, it is not available.

With your present realm, I want to continue to go in the Longmen, I will die.

Sorry is dead, not as good as in my funeral, first.

"Funeral Sword Map?"

"Yes, you are in this funeral, this urge it is a picture.

When the swordsman's sword was unknown, when the Lingxiao Sword, left two pictures, a Tianjian map, a funeral script.

Thirteen Lord's Icy Tao: "Funeral Sword, such as its name, burial sword, funeral, slightly accidentally dead.

!

I saw that the thirteen condensed a mysterious handprint, the funeral sword is in the wind, the sky is suddenly sinking.

A distorted space gap, accompanied by the wind, appearing in the field of view of Lin Yun.

The twisted spatial crack, like the entrance to a mysterious world, when there is electric light to cross, the meaning of the thorn of the thorn, from the world of the entrance to the world.

"Is it a burial map?"

Lin Yun looked at the distorted gap and felt the horror fluctuations from them, and the look gradually looked.

Compared to the Tianjian map, the breath in this funeral figure is calm.

"Thirteen grandfather seems to know that I will not refuse?"

Lin Yun light.

"Do you have such a big hatred, some choice?"

Yes, he did not choose.

Lin Yun remembered what the fish dragon, it seems to understand what, speaking: "Just now the demon ..."

"Yes, give you a kid, you can't really let you die.

In the desperate situation, refining this fish dragon demon dress is also enough to let you quit.

The thirteen is said that there is no expression, can't see whit.

Lin Yun is one of them, and the face is revealed, and the figure is flashing.

When he passed the gap, he met a little hindrance, but immediately was broken by him.

If it is a very common martial art, the sword has not reached his realm, and it is easy to break it easily.

The moment of rushing into the burial pan, Lin Yun feels space in creeping, like an ancient monsters in the void, is a heartfelt.

Boom!

When he completely passed through this gap, he can feel clear, and the light in the field of view gradually becomingly gloomy.

Then, the sword of the roar is turned into a lightning, and the sky is loud.

Lin Yun's eyes showed a surprised color, it was a vast space in front of him, and the clouds were brought together, and they kept rolling.

And the dark cloud, pure crushing is a sword to condense, the lights collided with the clouds, all are all shares and unspeakable swords.

The Thunder gathers in the clouds, and the silver python is full of lightning, and the void is pierced.

The world is full of aura who wants to mix the sword.

In this space, all everything seems to have swords to gather, pure crushed and violent, full of killing.

Funeral!

The atmosphere of such a Holy Hall, but did not engage its name, and did not know how many people were buried here.

In the air, there is an old stone platform to float.

In the figure, Lin Yun will fall in a stone station.

Stormy should be to cultivate people to enter this place.

But ... "Tianjian map is divided into nine floors, which should be no exception, one is a world.

The more you have, the greater the trouble, and the opportunity is also bigger.

Lin Yun thought, staring at the Thunder Cloud in Heaven.

"Try it.

After slightly alleged, Lin Yun felt the body, and the Lei Yun in the sky was in the past.

With his current realm, the thunderous thunder of the sky is scared, although it is scary, it has not been too much in the eyes.

In this manner, it should not be able to have an effect.

Seven Xuan step, his figure jumped on a stone platform, and he came to Lei Yun Shen.

After the fencing of the falling sword, Lin Yunyue is like the foreground, such as fog is generally spread, he is easy to come to the second floor of this buryant.

The scene of the second floor is different from the layer of difference, just the thunderous clouds of the sky, more violent.

Shake the head, Lin Yun continued to rush forward.

In less than half an hour, he flashed three times and came to the fourth floor of the buryant map.

In the four layers, in addition to the thunderous thunder of the sword, there is also a storm that swords and condenses, and when they whizzed.

In the sky, electric flash thunder, there are countless silver pyth, and the dark world is bright as a day.

Slightly feel a little, Lin Yun face is slightly changed, and the dark clouds in the four layers have not been near, and he feels a fear.

"It's almost ... it should be the limit I can withstand.

The figure flashed, he fell in half of the air, floating on an ancient stone platform.

The stone is engraved with ancient traces, like spiritual grain, but also like a sword, unable to distinguish.

When he came to the center of Shitai, the ear suddenly sounded a voice: "The burial sword, please pull out your sword.

Reach your hand, the swords behind it opened, Lin Yun did not hesitate to pull out the flow of overflowing, sharp and unfamed.

Sway!

The sword came off, and a humming, inserted on the stone platform.

Just when some is awkward, in the sky, a lightning fell on the funeral sword.

The ancient stone platform has a touch of swords, just like awakening to the ancient beast, make a suppression roar, full of endless swords.

Boom!

Waiting until the light is dissipated, his funeral sword has come into the stone stage, only a sword shadow.

"The burial sword, the sword is disappeared, and the sword is broken.

Wait until the knee and sit, the ear is once again ringing the metal, and the cold is ruthless.