With the blue tree, the vision of the purple kite flowers blooms, and there is Lin Yun's immortal sword meaning, which belongs to his own three swords.
Each of these three swords is comparable, even surpassing the power of the master -class martial arts, and as his sword will be promoted, it can go further.
Higherly building martial arts, even in the great world, is extremely rare. Except for super denominations, other forces want to find, not only financial resources and resources, but also a trace of opportunity.
In this road of heaven, perhaps only the existence of high -level domains can there be a higher -level martial arts.
If Lin Yun remembers correctly, the threshold of high -level martial arts is extremely high, at least to reach the peak of Tianxing's heavy realm, and even Tianlou's dual situation can have no worries.
Otherwise, if you practice rashly, you will go into the magic, and if you hurt themselves, they will be abolished first.
For example, on the green tree, the vision of the purple kite flowers can clearly feel that the majestic power contained in it.
It will definitely burst the body.
"The seven -day contract, there are two days left, it's enough."
Lin Yun put Yujian, and whispered to himself.
As a top -level high -quality sword -level sword method, it is commonly unable to fix for two days. The qualifications are slightly worse, and it is possible for several months or even half a year.
But for Lin Yun, he has long been realized for a long time, and he wants Xiaocheng or even Dacheng at any time. It has always been unable to realize the truth. He not only enlighten the truth, but also integrates his own feelings.
After cultivation, it is bound to be handy.
Ten years of hard work, once the epiphany is a similar truth.
Lin Yun first practiced thunder cocoons. This is the tenth sword of Qingxiao's thirteen swords. It needs to condense the wind sword into the fog, and then condense into silk. It requires extremely powerful sword meaning to have such delicate control.
With his peak, the successful sword meaning is more than enough, and it does not require much effort.
After several attempts, the vast swords contained in Lin Yun's eyes were full of water fog. His clear and bright eyes were covered by the fog.
Near, but at an endless distance.
"sword!"
Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and the funeral flower out of the sheath was held tightly in the palm of his palm.
There is only the blue god tree with a trunk at the Zifu. One hundred and eight tree sturgeons are broken by one -third. The broken branches are urged by the two sword tactics. The instantly melts into a vast wind and thunder sword gas, waiting for irrigation injection.
In the funeral sword body, the light is made in a moment.
The dazzling lightning light, the shining of this underground martial arts, is everywhere.
The sword in his hand is like a round of Thunder, which makes people dare not look straight.
Feel the majestic power contained in the sword, Lin Yun's face is calm, calmly, and said softly: "Wind."
The wind of the wind in the wind and thunder sword exploded instantly, and the crushing of the thunderous power was torn. At the same time, Lin Yun's immortal sword was sacrificed.
Further condense.
boom!
When he waved his sword, the wind and thunder sword turned into a fog, and a breath would fill all the space in the entire underground martial arts.
"Sword qi is as silk!"
In the most critical step, Lin Yun's face color is unprecedented, immortal swordsmanship, rising more than soaring. The fog is constantly compressed and condensed, and it soon condenses the thunder light with a bouquet of fingers.
For a ray of thunderous swords.
Purple sword shreds, as thin as long hair, almost transparent. Only when the light flashes, it only appears, and it exists like a phantom.
Oh!
The sword silk moved slightly, the silk thread played like a string, and there was a lot of dust burst in the air. Its sharpness could be cut off even the micro -end dust that was not visible to the naked eye.
Lin Yun poured a cold and cold, and the back was cold
If this is the enemy, there is such a means.
Even if he has a sword -desperate body, he is a little invincible, and he will be cut into several pieces.
horrible.
call out!
The fog dissipated, Baizhang sword silk, the constant rotation was finally condensed into a small nail -sized thunder cocoon.
Thunder cocoons are like fireflies, exuding faint purple light, which is extremely beautiful.
Sword silk.
Thunder cocoon.
This type was finally done, Lin Yun relieved slightly.
Alas!
But in this moment of distraction, the thunder cocoon was not controlled, and the explosion was exploded.
Puff!
Lin Yun was too late to dodge, and he hadn't understood what was going on. He was immediately hit by this Yu Bo and spit out a bite of blood.
When he got up, his head was buzzing, and his chest ribs were painful.
"How many times?"
Lin Yun smiled bitterly, but his eyes were ecstatic.
He has always disliked the old path of the past. At least he has to understand the truth, and there will always be unexpected situations.
For example, the explosion of the thunder cocoon in front of him was caught off guard. If the weakness of the flesh was slightly weak, it was possible.
"Sword silk, thunder cocoon ... it turns out."
Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and they understood where the real threat was, and the sword silk was thinner than the hair. But it was sharp and terrible. It penetrated into the opponent's body.
But when it is in the opponent's body, when it is condensed as a thunder cocoon, the immortal cannot live.
"I spent about 30 % of the strength, I can only condense a ray of sword silk, and only a hundred feet. If you do your best, and the vision of the basics of the basics, you should be able to condense the four or five wraps, each ray of about each rays of about about, about each rays of about about.
Can reach three hundred feet. "
Lin Yun thought like electricity, and quickly calculated in his heart.
Three hundred feet is within one kilometer, within a kilometer, as long as the opponent is planted to the next thunder cocoon. Even if it is the leader of Tianxing's heavy realm, it will instantly die. If the opponent is strong enough, there will be five thunder cocoons.
All are planted.
If you want to avoid this trick, you either crush me directly or faster than my sword.
The sword silk is too thin, too sharp, and the person who can block or directly destroy it is not far from the crushing me.
But if you want to crush me, at least you have to be dungeon. The two major seven sea urges at the same time. Just such pressure, I even have difficulty even pulling a sword.
However, this is the road of heaven. The most lacking is genius. It is difficult for those high -level fields to ensure that there are no evils against the sky.
"Also hard work, the three swords of the sky must be practiced as much as possible."
Lin Yun settled his mind, recovered his thoughts, and began to practice the second sword of the three swords of the sky, Qinglian.
Qinglian, wind and thunder like rain, sword gas like lake, leaves fall into lotus.
If the thunder cocoons are delicate to the extreme and make people shudder, then this green lotus is a kind of atmosphere. What is pursuing a kind of ethereal but magnificent image, flowing flowers bloom, and it is eternal.
"What existence is the predecessor of the sword?"
Lin Yun's fine product tastes this attractive image. The predecessor glanced at such an amazing swordsmanship. He deeply felt that he was small.
After practicing thunder cocoons, Lin Yun came to cultivate this green lotus again, and somewhat water to feel, not so obscure.
After half a day.
In this huge play martial arts field, it was suddenly raining, and the rain quickly piled up into a lake. Every drop of rain dew contained the ultimate wind and thunder sword gas, transparent.
Cheng, it seems clear like a mirror, a Ninghe.
"Baizhang ..."
Lin Yun, who was sitting cross -legged, opened his eyes and whispered: "Baizhang should be my limits. This trick consumes true Yuan and has high requirements for my state of mind.
In the realm, this side contains the vast lake, and I will devour me first. "
He slowly got up, and the empty lake in Baizhang was fleeting. This kind of lake, even Lin Yun, could only maintain it for such a moment, and he would absorb it after a long time.
In other words, at this moment, I wielded the sword out of the sheath to make flowing flowers and flowers, and it was eternal.
And I ca n’t rush, I have to have the heart of empty spirit, waiting for Ye Luo into a lotus. However, the lake can only be maintained for a moment, and the speed of Ye Luo must be very slow. The two themselves are relatively contradictory.
If he only cultivates Xiaocheng, it is very simple, so that the water of this square lake only maintains ten feet in the same size. Obviously, Xiaocheng's green lotus cannot understand the image in it, and it cannot reach the predecessor of the sword without the predecessor of the sword.
Choufeng.
In Yujian, the predecessors of the sword Wuya were the green lakes of the year, and the leaves were falling into the lotus.
"Sword and predecessor, you are really difficult to be strong."
Lin Yun's face is calm, and there is not much bitterness. On the contrary, I like this challenge.
I am also convinced that I can do it. These three swords are no longer the thirteen swords, but belonging to his own three swords.
On the green tree, purple kite flowers bloom.
Lin Yun closed his eyes, and there was a blue god tree behind him. The purple petals above the tree sturgeon were embellished in it like deciduous.
The petals, hundreds of petals composed of thirteen purple kite swords.
The wind and thunder are like rain, the sword is like a lake!
It was almost a breath, and Lin Yun's feet appeared a hundred square meters of lakes, clear and transparent, smooth as mirror.
The Qingxiao god is established in the middle of the lake, above the crickets, the purple petals are cold, and the enchanting is not obvious.
Lin Yun below the tree, a blue shirt, closed eyes closed, long hair floating with the breeze. He did not have a little intention on his body, let alone a sharp edge, just like a fairy who had fallen into the dust.
Simplicity.
But he was as smooth as jade, repairing and fair palms, after all, he held on the hilt.
Sword name burial flower!
Half -life duckweed is the water, and the cold rain is buried in the cold rain. The soul is Liu Mian blowing, you go to me to stay, two autumn.
Lin Yun opened his eyes, and his eyes were fogged. For a moment, the wind came silently.
The lake flows up, and the petals on the tree float like fallen leaves. I do n’t know when it has fallen on the lake surface and turns into lotus blooms. It is like a catkins that turn into duckweed in the legendary water.
The wind and thunder sword fell down like a rain point, and in the rainy rain, the fallen leaves on the tree continued to fall.
It seems to be withered and rebirth. At the moment of death, it turns into lotus bloom.
Just in the empty and magnificent vision, Lin Yun held the funeral flower, and a sword waved out.
Boom!
The entire underground space was shaking violently, and the ancient ban in the stone wall suffered a huge impact. The endless rock peeled off, and the cracks spread.
Instantly this impact spread, and the entire giant portrait square in Leihuo City shook violently.
The Shilou Temple of Shilou, in this violent fluctuation, instantly collapsed, and immediately set off a shocking wave.
The ancient prohibited system blocked this burst sword prestige, but Jianguang penetrated through the ground.
Well!
The light burst from the ground, the light of each piece of rubble in the night, the ancient and magnificent dragon giant figure, even put on a layer of sacred light, the brightness of the sky of the thunderic city lined with a bright brightness of the sky.
Then, then
"My God, what's going on?"
"Is Shenlong Giant Live?"
"Is there a strange treasure at the bottom of this dragon city to be born?"
At this moment, the entire Thunder City City was all alarmed. Countless figures were stunned. They were stunned. They were directly shocked by this horrible vision.