Chapter 1557                                                            �

"Tell me first how you came in."

Lin Yun looked at An Liu Fuel.

The branch of the Sword Sect is strictly guarded. An outsider wants to come in without knowing it and deceive the bigwigs of life and death. Lin Yun feels it is unrealistic.

"I'm here before you come."

An Liuyan smiled, took out a token and said, "Look at this."

Lin Yun looked up and looked surprised, his eyes showed a look of surprise. This was the token of the inner disciple of Shenxiao Peak of the Sword Sect.

"I am also a disciple of the Sword Sect now." An Liuyan said with a smile.

"What's going on?"

Lin Yun’s strange way.

An Liuyan smiled and said, "After all, there is no room for the Demonic Sect to survive. If we want to enter the Demonic Domain, we can only find cooperation in the Sects of the Demonic Domain. Of course, this kind of cooperation cannot be put on the surface, it is just a tacit understanding between everyone."

"As long as it is within a certain range, it is not considered breaking the rules. I have told you before that Tianding Tower and Sword Sect in the Ancient Domain have a lot of cooperation."

Lin Yun nodded, not having much opinion on this.

He has long since become black and white in this world, and as long as he is not a life-and-death enemy, he has the opportunity to cooperate.

As for the magic warriors, Lin Yun had no idea.

The so-called demonic martial artists are just people who practice demonic martial arts, and are not all evil people who have the lives of grass and mustard. There is a distinction between good and bad martial arts, but there is never a distinction between good and bad. The specific one depends on the individual who practices martial arts.

"You can leave, Tianhuang City is quite lively now."

An Liuyan blinked.

“Not interested.”

Lin Yun shook his head. The ancient battlefield was about to open soon. Time was very tight, so he didn't want to waste time.

Taking out the paper and ink from the room, Lin Yun began to practice calligraphy, without mastering the ninth sword of Xiaoyao Nine Swords, and always suppressing the confidence of the ancient golden generation.

According to Senior Brother Gu Ruochen, the top three in the Xuantian Sect have the strength to kill the fifth level of the dragon vein. When fighting against the sixth level of the dragon vein, you can also retreat calmly.

This is an extremely exaggerated strength, and it is worthy of being the golden monster trained by Tian Xuanzi himself.

"Then I'll grind the ink for you."

An Liuyan didn't argue or argue, and smiled and said well-behavedly.

Lin Yun was not easy to refuse, so she could only grind the ink beside her. Anyway, she believed the other party and was not afraid that the other party would see his Xiaoyao Nine Swords.

The world is mysterious and deserted, wind, fire, thunder and ice!

There are thirty-six strokes in the sky, and eighteen strokes in the earth... Lin Yun wrote every word very slowly, and each word injected his own sword intent into it.

When the eight words were finished, the sword intent was exhausted, Lin Yun was dizzy and felt extremely empty.

But for Xiaoyao's Ninth Sword, you still look at flowers in the fog and the moon in the water.

He was not in a hurry and sat cross-legged, circulating the Dragon Phoenix World-Destroying Sword Book to restore true energy and consume sword intent.

After the spirit and sword intent are restored, continue to try and repeat.

The process is boring and it is difficult for ordinary people to persevere. An Liuyan looked at him with stars, and he felt that his head was extremely big.

How did he persist?

An Liuyan was secretly surprised. Seeing Lin Yun sitting weakly on the ground again, sweating on his forehead, she quickly picked up a fan and slapped him in the wind.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Lin Yun opened his eyes.

Seeing An Liuyan holding the fan up and down, he smiled and said, "What are you doing?"

"I see you working so hard, I fan you. It's like doing nothing," An Liuyan explained.

puff!

Lin Yun couldn't help laughing and shook his head.

"why are you laughing……"

An Liuyan's face turned red, and even when wearing men's clothing, she was very gentle.

Of course Lin Yun was amused in his heart. How could a sacred artifact fan the wind of a thousand-patterned holy weapon? I guess the original owner of this fan would not have thought of it.

But he couldn't talk to An Liuyan in detail and said with a smile: "I'm fine."

"But is this meaningful? I think you have been repeating it for a long time." An Liuyan couldn't help but say.

“It makes sense.”

Lin Yun said: "Even if I can't write the ninth word, every time I write, my sword intent will improve a lot. I have just been promoted to the fifth-grade sword intent, which is also a kind of cultivation and has helped me a lot."

"But... wait, fifth-grade sword intent?!!"

An Liuyan said in shock.

"Slightly."

Lin Yun motioned to her.

An Liuyan hurriedly covered her mouth and looked at Lin Yun up and down, with incredible sounds in her eyes.

"But I still have some questions. Is there really the ninth word?"

"Of course, my master wrote it."

"But... that's the Yaoguang Sword Saint."

When Lin Yun heard this, he stepped forward and held the pen and continued to try. He rolled up his sleeves with the brush and said, "As an apprentice, you should respect the master, you can't think about comparing the master. This is what my master said, and I don't have any clues about the ninth word."

He said this and looked at An Liuyan and said, "If one word is used to express the endless sadness and loneliness after the extreme freedom, what words should I use?"

An Liuyan opened her mouth and was about to say it, but after thinking about it, her brows gradually frowned.

After a while, he said: "If it were me, I might think of the word "pain". The endless sadness after the extreme freedom is still sadness, and all that can be left is endless pain."

"pain."

Lin Yun murmured to himself and pondered: "What I have always thought of before was emptiness or nothingness, the endless sorrow after the extreme freedom. You should see through the mortal world and everything is empty."

"No, no, no."

An Liuyan corrected: "I think everyone is different. Maybe some people think about the word "death" and don't want to live anymore!"

Lin Yun was stunned when he heard this. His pen stopped completely and he was completely stunned.

Everyone thinks differently!

So that's it, so that's it!

No wonder Master stopped writing at the beginning. It was not that he didn’t want to teach, but that the Ninth Sword that everyone saw was different.

If you really don’t want to teach, the master will not stop halfway through writing, and will not spend your life to extend the time from the beginning.

After spending such a great price, how could he not teach him the Ninth Sword? This is completely unreasonable.

I must have been halfway through writing, and suddenly realized that I could write it.

An Liuyan woke up the dreamer with a word!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Lin Yun laughed loudly when he held the pen, feeling suddenly enlightened, and all the haze was instantly swept away.

"Young Master Lin, why are you here?" An Liuyan said in surprise.

"You helped me a lot!"

Lin Yun woke up in shock and said in a deep voice: "You are right, everyone is different, so I don't have to think about other people's thoughts in this ninth word. I just need to follow my own ideas!"

"So, what is the ninth word of Mr. Lin?"

"kill!"

Without hesitation, Lin Yun wrote a killing on the paper that looked like a blood-stained killing, with endless sharpness and chill, and a powerful killing intent that was so sharp that people dared not look directly at.

kill!!

It was not until Emperor Nan lost his lover that he created the Ninth Sword.

If there is nothing in the world, it is difficult to be free.

For Lin Yun, the Sword Sect is his love. If the Sword Sect is destroyed, he would not think of the second word except the word "kill".

Just kill him without leaving any armor, and let all the damn people pay the price.

After the word "kill" was finished, all the other white papers in the room floated up, and each word burst into a dazzling sword light.

The words inside seemed to come alive, turned into a torrent and gathered into a killing word, and then escaped into Lin Yun.

boom!

Lin Yun's mind suddenly exploded like a buzzing sound, and his ninth sword was completely formed.
To be continued...