Even if everyone in the world thinks that Yao Guang will definitely die, the sword in my hand will still prove who has the final say in this ancient realm.
The Sword Sect is immortal, and anyone who insults my master will surely die!
This is my way of swordsmanship.
After killing Xuan Feng and Chen Tao, Lin Yun felt greatly at ease, his thoughts became clear instantly, and he gained unprecedented peace of mind.
His swordsmanship became clearer, his will became firmer, and his desire for the sword had never been clearer than at this moment.
"Is this my kendo?"
Lin Yun left that area and sat cross-legged on the top of a barren mountain, muttering to himself.
His swordsmanship is not about killing, it is about protecting!
Protect the people I care about, protect the things I care about, protect the justice and fairness in my heart.
For example, right now, to be more specific, it is to protect the Sword Sect, to protect the fellow Sword Sect members, and to protect the illustrious reputation that Master has gained over more than a thousand years.
Yes, this is my swordsmanship.
After Lin Yun's thoughts became clear, a faint smile appeared on his face, and then his eyes fell on the Canglong Sun and Moon Umbrella.
"This Canglong Sun and Moon Treasure Mountain is really powerful!"
Lin Yun sighed softly.
The Canglong Sun and Moon Treasure Umbrella has a forbidden existence. It is a sacred artifact of the Dragon Clan's Starry Sun in ancient times. It is very likely that it came from the Mo Clan.
It is a double-glory sacred instrument with sun rays and moon rays. There are only two different kinds of star rays, but the number of star rays is indeed extremely large. For example, sun rays, Lin Yun estimated that there are at least a thousand sun rays imprinted on the umbrella.
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The sun he activated before was only half, or less than half, at most.
As the ban is opened, the number of stars contained in it may continue to increase.
Of course, this is just Lin Yun's guess, and the exact details are not yet clear at the moment.
Triple ban, if you want to open the first level of ban, you may have to open Yueyao at the same time.
With only the sun and no moon, this umbrella should not be regarded as really shameless.
"This is good. My Burial Flower Sword is branded with golden rays, which requires sword intent and dragon essence to activate. The Canglong Sun and Moon Umbrella is marked with sun rays and moon rays, and only requires dragon patterns to activate. To put it bluntly, dragon patterns
It is the power born from blood, and the two complement each other, which is equivalent to me being able to use two Xingyao Sacred Artifacts."
Lin Yun whispered to himself, his eyes flashing.
Although the two have different focuses, it's really hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker.
So far, he has never fully activated Xing Yao of the Flower Burial Sword. Every time, he has exhausted a lot of dragon energy before reaching the limit.
"Ignore it for now, hurry up and advance to the third level of dragon vein!"
Lin Yun retracted his thoughts and said in a deep voice.
After arriving at this ancient battlefield, stimulated by various holy medicines and opportunities, everyone's cultivation levels skyrocketed crazily, at a terrifying speed that outsiders could not understand.
He now somewhat understands why the ancient battlefield is so important.
In such a precious land, Xuantian Sect always returns with great victory. It is strange that Xuantian Sect does not become stronger.
Lin Yun's eyes flashed with determination, he couldn't care less.
To be honest, he has not made much progress in this ancient battlefield. He is mainly resting on his laurels.
While other cultivation levels have progressed, and he is still standing still, that means he has become weaker!
This brought him a great sense of crisis. Who knows what kind of monster-like evildoers might exist in this ancient battlefield.
Just being in the top three of the Xuantian Sect's internal rankings is enough to put him under a lot of pressure.
"It's enough to attack the third level of Dragon Vein and the ground-swelling Golden Lotus, plus the holy medicine in Xuan Feng and Chen Tao's storage bracelets. The only thing I'm worried about is the Dragon Tribulation..."
Lin Yun frowned slightly.
Ancestor Black Turtle once said that his background is so amazing that his Dragon Tribulation is far more terrifying than ordinary people.
The Dragon Tribulation was a narrow escape, but Lin Yun's Dragon Tribulation would be even more terrifying.
"If it doesn't work, just use the Kuxuan secret key."
Lin Yun had an idea and used it as needed.
The Kuxuan Secret Key can still be used six times. With the power of the holy source left by the Great Sage Kuxuan, it should not be a big problem to withstand the third level of dragon tribulation.
My identity as a descendant of Nandi seems to be getting closer and closer.
Lin Yun thought of the words of Tianchi Shengjun, who said that he was a descendant of the Southern Emperor. At that time, he was noncommittal, neither denying nor admitting.
But what I am practicing now is the swordsmanship left by Nan Emperor, and the Ku Xuan secret key is the inheritance of Nan Emperor's disciple. It will be difficult not to admit it in the future.
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When Lin Yun attacked the third level of Dragon Vein, deep in the ancient battlefield, there was a valley filled with snowflakes. The people of the Sword Sect, led by Mu Xueqin and other saints, went deep into it little by little.
The Sword Sect disciples were lucky. After entering the ancient battlefield, most of them gathered within a month.
At this moment, they found a valley and were exploring it bit by bit.
There are ice and snow holy medicines in the valley, and you can vaguely see some ancient relics. If you are lucky enough, you may find an extremely extraordinary inheritance place.
At the front of the team, Mu Xueqin, Ye Ziling, and Zhao Yan were leading the way, while the other saints were responsible for supporting them.
I didn't see my senior brothers Gu Ruochen and Ye Qingxuan. They had a more important mission. They wanted to find the legendary Qinglong Temple.
For the sect, the temptation of the temple is always the greatest and most important existence.
Ye Qingxuan and Gu Ruochen are not here, and now the strongest members of the Sword Sect's team are Mu Xueqin and Ye Ziling.
However, in Mu Xueqin's perception, she was a little unable to see through Ye Ziling. The opponent's divine dragon sword body and Xue Yaohua bloodline seemed unfathomable.
Especially the Shenlong Sword Body, after breaking through the third level of Dragon Vein, Ye Ziling gave her an even more terrifying feeling.
In her hand, she also had the White Dragon Holy Sword that Lin Yun helped her capture at the Tianchi Grand Meeting. It was an extremely terrifying Xingyao Holy Artifact.
Her true strength far exceeds ordinary people's imagination.
Even in Mu Xueqin's perception, Ye Ziling's talent may not be much weaker than Lin Yun's, and her future achievements will never be lower.
It's just that Lin Yun was so bright that outsiders didn't pay much attention to Ye Ziling's existence. In fact, this may not be a bad thing.
As for Zhao Yan?
Mu Xueqin glanced at him and smiled bitterly.
The other person's eyes were always blank, and she was a little suspicious. The other person didn't look at the road at all, and just walked based on his feeling.
Half an hour later.
The vision in front of several people suddenly became wider, and a garden full of exotic flowers and plants appeared in everyone's sight.
This is amazing!
It was clearly a snowy valley, so cold that even those in the Dragon Vein Realm found it difficult to withstand it.
No one would be surprised if a holy elixir with snow attributes grew here, but in front of them, flowers were in full bloom, spring was in full bloom, and the heavy snow in the sky was still falling.
Those strange flowers that obviously cannot grow in the Snow Valley are blooming extremely beautifully.
The snowflakes fell on the petals and slowly melted after staying for a while, without accumulating on these strange flowers.
“How amazing!”
"What's going on in this valley?"
"Could it be that we really encountered an adventure? Is there any senior master who sat here and nourished these strange flowers and plants with his own holy source?"
"It is very likely! Otherwise these flowers have been frozen to death long ago, even if it is a holy medicine, the medicine is not enough, it is extremely difficult to grow."
There are many disciples of Jianzong, looking at this valley, all seem excited.
However, most of them did not act, and no one rushed to the Baihua Valley in front, but just put her eyes on the three front Mu Xueqin.
There were no accidents including Jin Xuanyi and Ji Shuxuan.
Jianzong disciples are famous for unity outside. Mu Xueqin is very prestigious. No one else can do without her.
Even the holy medicine is no exception, even if it is all over!
"Master Ye, what do you think?"
Mu Xueqin looked at Ye Ziling, and the other party mastered Binglei's will. The situation in this place should be more than she knows.
"This snow is a bit weird."
Ye Ziling stretched out and took a piece of snowflake.
Snowflake fell in her fair palm, it looked delicate, and then melted a little.
When it is completely melted, a white light spots are floating in the snowflakes, and the light spots exude Saint Mang, which is fleeting.
"Um?"
Mu Xueqin flashed different colors in her eyes. Is there really an ancient can be used here.
"Why is the snowflake before it is not weird, and there are weirdness when they arrive here. There may be another mystery in the depths of this Baihua Valley." Mu Xueqin whispered his guess.
"Go and see."
Ye Ziling Road.
Mu Xueqin nodded and turned his head: "Brother Zhao, Master Ye and I go to see it, the brothers and sisters here will give it to you."
"Um."
Zhao Yan didn't nod, and said a faint way.
"Master Zhao?"
Mu Xueqin screamed again.
Zhao Yan was shocked like a dream when he woke up at the beginning of his dream: "Sister is calling me?"
Mu Xueqin smiled bitterly, even if she was strange, it was a headache, and said: "You look at me to speak."
No way, the other party didn't look at her, she was not sure if the other party really listened.
Among the many saints, except Ye Ziling, he is the strongest strength. No one else can choose.
"It's a little weird here. Go to see Master Ye and I stay here to take care of other disciples. Don't be in a daze." Mu Xueqin said softly.
"There are weird here? What weird ..."
Zhao Yan first stunned, and immediately woke up, his face showed an embarrassing color, and said half quickly, saying, "Sister, rest assured, I will be optimistic about others."
He has been enlightening the four swords of the heaven and earth left by Lin Yun. Now it is a critical moment, and even walking is walking.
It was only true!
"You nerd."
Mu Xueqin smiled and looked at Ye Ziling: "Let's go."
The two stood side by side and walked towards the depths of Snow Valley.
On the way, the two chatted at will.
"I don't know what Master Lin is?"
Mu Xueqin Road.
Ye Ziling was very calm, saying: "I can't die. This guy has a lot of cards. I guess it must be lost, so I did not meet us."
"get lost?"
Mu Xueqin ranged half of the noise, and immediately laughed, saying: "I did not expect that Master Ye is quite humorous."
Ye Ziling said: "No ... he is not lost for the first time."
After half an hour, an ancient tree supporting the sky appeared in front of the two. It was a very ancient tree.
The fog on the top of the crown is as thick as clouds. If you look closely, there is a faint light of thunder. The surface of the tree is branded with complex lines. With an endless danger, it seems to be in it.
Sitting on his knees under the tree, an old man was immortal. Even if he died for a long time, he still lingered around the horror.
"There are really people sitting."
Mu Xueqin shocked.
Ye Ziling frowned slightly, thinking about it: "I'm afraid it's not so simple, sister, see."
She stretched her fingers in a direction, and there were more than a dozen corpses in front of the old man.
Those corpses do not know how long they died, but they can still see the faint magic light, which is constantly released from them. At the eyebrows of many corpses, there is a silver line, which looks noble and extraordinary.