Chapter 765

Lingxiao Jian Pavilion, the top of the lonely peak.

Lin Yun, who was on the top of the mountain, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and calmed down, and the burial flower sword was erected on the rock a hundred meters away.

The feast is coming, and there is not much time left. After Lin Yun stabilized the body technique of Tengyun Jue. He stopped practicing hard, and came here to observe the clouds, watch the fog, listen to the wind, and appreciate the moon to cultivate his mind and cultivate his own sword heart.

He is a swordsman after all, no matter how strong the Canglong Nine Changes are, no matter how terrible the taboo boxing technique, the Seven Killing Fist, or how terrible the Tengyun Art is.

If you want to shine brightly at the feast of the dragons and win the ranking you want, you have to rely on the sword in your hand. After seeing the style of Yan Longzi, Lin Yun deeply realized the difference in the background between him and the Three Kings and Seven Yings. If you want to compete with these people, you will rely on your spiritual sword intent to the point of becoming a spiritual sword intent. If you can further the sword heart and cultivate the spiritual sword intent to a small success, you will have no chance of winning.

It will undoubtedly be bigger.

In front of him, there was an endless sea of ​​clouds, a vast vast area of ​​white.

At one moment, when the morning sun broke out, countless golden lights fell on the sea of ​​clouds. The vast sea of ​​clouds suddenly became dazzling, spreading a layer of golden light, as if it was a dream fairyland.

"sword!"

When the light filled the entire sea of ​​clouds, a light seemed to bloom deep in Lin Yun's eyes. The Burial Flower Sword snatched the sheath and was caught by him.

The majestic sword intent is extremely domineering, and the sword contains the sharp edge of cutting all things. It moves forward and destroys the sky and the earth.

Click!

Lin Yun swung his sword, and a smooth gap appeared in front of him, spreading out continuously.

Hiss! Hiss!

The endless sea of ​​clouds was constantly torn apart like cloth, and the gap was torn three thousand meters before it came to an abrupt end.

The cracked gap only existed for a moment, and the vast sea of ​​clouds quickly closed, and the sword intent could not be preserved forever.

"It's really difficult to be promoted to a small success with this psychic sword intent of three thousand meters."

Lin Yun threw it away casually, and the Burial Flower Sword ended into the scabbard a hundred meters away. On his head, there were stars like snow, falling constantly.

Shaking his head, Lin Yun sat down again, watched the clouds and listened to the wind.

Let time pass, the sun rises and sunsets, and the forest clouds are on the top of this lonely mountain, motionless.

In the blink of an eye, another five days passed.

Another round of sunrise broke out, shining the vast sea of ​​white clouds with golden light. In Lin Yun's eyes, the process of golden light falling was broken into a series of slow movements. In his eyes, the golden light was beating in the sea of ​​clouds like grains of rice.

Suddenly, Lin Yun felt a sudden realization.

The sword intent is spiritual, invisible and spiritual. However, after the invisible thing is spiritual, it can easily cut off the tangible thing like cutting melons and vegetables. Whether it is a mountain, the earth, or the river, the sword intent can be broken and broken.

But the vast sea of ​​clouds is essentially an invisible thing.

"So that's it, but my previous tricks were wrong. How can I succeed by cutting off tangible objects to cut off the sea of ​​clouds? I was wrong from the beginning."

Lin Yun realized immediately, and immediately raised his hand and grabbed the flying burial flower with five fingers.

There was no fancy, Lin Yun swung his sword, and this sword did not use true energy or strength. It only had pure sword intent, which looked ordinary and did not show light, but the moment he stabbed it out, it gave people the feeling that Hu Tian destroyed the earth and slashed the sky out of a ferocious crack.

Rumble!

But the power of this sword was unimaginable, gathering all the endless starry light falling from the sky, forming a huge star sprig.

There was a bright sword light inside the Star Swirl, and hundreds of majestic star lights were spinning around the sword lights. The Star Swirl burst out with a terrifying power while turning, and Lin Yun's sword power reached an unprecedented level of terrifying at this moment.

The next moment, the sea of ​​clouds in front of him was shattered into nothingness by the sword.

Wow!

The majestic star sprig above Lin Yun's head, without the obstruction of the sea of ​​clouds, burst out from the top of Gushan, and the golden light shone brightly on the forest below, as if the endless morning light still emerged from dawn.

Spiritual sword intent, promotion to small success!

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief and practiced the Domineering Sword with his small spiritual sword intent on the top of this lonely mountain.

Thunder and lightning!

The sun is broken by the shocking sky!

Stars explode!

The sun breaks through the dawn!

Cross-blocking Tai!

Blood conquers the mountains and rivers!

The six-style sword was like a god and a ghost in his hand, stirring up the wind and clouds of the sky. For a moment, the sky was dim and the earth was dark, and lightning was thunder and thunder. The top of this lonely mountain seemed to be like the end of the world, and ghosts were about to come out.

In the end, Lin Yun killed the world with one sword and perfectly merged these six killer moves.

"happy!"

Lin Yun put his sword back into the sheath and shouted loudly, like the sound of thunder, shaking the mountains.

With this small-scale spiritual sword intent, the domineering sword, which was originally as difficult as a beast, was directed in Lin Yun's hands like an arm, and was relaxed and relaxed.

Ba Zhan Tianxia, ​​who has combined six killer moves, no one can know how terrifying this sword move is. In addition to Ba Zhan Tianxia, ​​he also has a more terrifying trump card, which is the sword that has reached the realm of transformation to break through the mountains and rivers.

Whether it is the Chenguang Sword Technique or the overlord sword left by Jian Wuming, it is enough to surpass the Southern Region.

But Lin Yun went further and created two sword moves that belonged only to him among these two sword techniques, which would surely usher in the feast of dragons.

The feast of dragons is approaching, and the entire ancient Nanhua domain is surging undercurrents.

Except for Lin Yun, others are also practicing hard day and night to make a living in order to shine in the feast.

Mujian City is a remote place in the Tianling Mountains, and the Xueshang Pavilion is Wu Xiaotian, sitting casually on a rock.

boom!

A blood-colored air flow in the air rippled like water waves, spreading around Wu Xiaotian. In front of him, there were two king demon pills contaminated with demonic energy, which were constantly being refined.

The demon evil spirits and demonic energy that had been refined countless times in the demon pill kept injecting into his body like lightning. The blood qi that was confused around him became more and more intense, bright and scattered, as strange as demon blood.

After all the two demon pills were refined, the blood energy that filled his body gathered and turned into a majestic blood group.

boom!

The next moment, the blood ball burned strangely and turned into a blazing blood flame. The blood flame was very strange, looking like liquid, but the fire was shining everywhere, making the valley bright red, and everything was covered with a hazy blood-colored fire.

"The Blood Flame Demon Skill is finally completed at the twelve levels."

Wu Xiaotian vomited out turbid air, his face calmly and he could not see any excitement.

It seems that no one in the Blood Flame Demon Skill at the Blood Sorrow Pavilion has cultivated to the perfect realm, but it is just an ordinary thing for him and is not worth mentioning.

In the beast tide that is rare in a thousand years, Wu Xiaotian won two king-level demon pills in the extremely fierce competition. When the beast tide ended, he simply stayed and refined in the Tianling Mountains in seclusion.

Finally, before the feast of dragons came, two demon pills were refined and the Blood Flame Demon Skill was cultivated to the twelve levels of perfection.

If the elders of Xueshang Pavilion knew about this, they would be ecstatic.

No one except the sect ancestors can cultivate such a magical skill as the Blood Flame Demon Skill, and they all go crazy after the tenth level.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaotian remembered Lin Yun. This boy suddenly left before the final battle of the beast tide, which really shocked him for a long time.

But for a moment, Wu Xiaotian didn't think about it. The man chose the most difficult path and was destined to fail.

On the contrary, after he left, many rookies emerged in the Thousand Years of Beast Tide, one by one, and even he felt a little pressure.

"This year's dragon feast will be quite exciting. Jiang Ziye, don't let me down!"

A stunning and cold face appeared in his mind, and the expression in Wu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly became cold. The blood flame behind him began to squirm wildly, and then suddenly exploded. Within ten miles, everything was frozen, its vitality was annihilated, and it withered in an instant.

The ancient Nanhua area is in the bitter and cold place in the north, with endless freezing ice. Among the thousands of snow peaks, a villa stands on the top of the mountains.

This is Beixue Villa!

The top three of the nine overlords of Beixue Villa, with unfathomable sect heritage, compared to the strongest overlord Ziyue Cave

God, it's only a slight difference.

Inside the villa, a middle-aged man in blue was sitting upright on the throne.

This person is the owner of Beixue Mountain Villa.

Behind the throne were cold swords one after another, and the sword light was sharp, as if it was much colder than the snow in the sky.

In front of the middle-aged man in blue, many disciples of the sect stood straight in the wind and snow like swords. In front of them, a young man kneeled in front of the throne with a respectful expression and a solemnity.

The young man looked quite immature, but he was only ten years old, but his cultivation was terrible and he had already reached the level of half a step in Tianpo.

In addition, what is even more terrifying is that the sword intent on his body is as thick as the ocean and as sharp as snow peaks, making people afraid to wipe its sharpness.

"Mu Han, among the juniors of Beixue Villa, you are the best talent for swordsmanship. I have raised you for 18 years and haven't let you go out. I am raising a sword. If the sword is not sheathed, it will be gone. Once it is unsheathed, the entire southern region will tremble. My Beixue Villa is definitely not a fame."

The middle-aged man in blue roared coldly: "This time the dragon feast, you must at least enter the fifteenth."

"Fifteen? My goal is to be the top ten. If I don't make it to the top ten, everything is meaningless."

The young man kneeling on the ground had a terrible cold face, while his words were even colder and unquestionable.

call out!

At this moment, a sword light passed through the vast snow-capped mountains and kept falling towards the villa in the snowy sky.

Wherever the sword light passed, all the flying snow in the air stopped, as if time had stopped. Even though the sword light had gone far away, the snow in the sky was still moving.

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior brother is back!"

The disciples of the entire Beixue Villa were all excited when they saw this sword light, and even Mu Han, who was kneeling on the ground, had a serious look flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged man in blue with a solemn expression also showed a faint smile at this moment.

Those who can make the disciples of Beixue Mountain Villa call their senior brothers naturally have no one else except Nangong Wanyu.
Chapter completed!