Chapter 1104: Using the Flute to Control the Sword
Chapter 1,204
boom!
In Feiyun Palace, just when everyone thought that Lin Yun was about to come out of the mountain.
In the direction of the Holy Sword Mountain, another dazzling green light burst out, and another blue luan soared into the sky.
The noisy Feiyun Palace immediately fell silent. Countless people stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes and disbelief.
Eleventh level, Lin Yun passed the eleventh level!
"How is this possible?"
Ye Ziling was shocked, and his face was as cold as ice, showing a deep look of astonishment.
After passing the ten levels of Holy Sword Mountain, there is no way out.
Since there is no way, it is impossible to talk about breaking through the barrier, so no one can break through this barrier.
But around the Holy Sword Mountain, there are indeed eleven Qingluan soaring, and each Qingluan exudes a sacred aura, shining brightly and attracting attention.
"It's so scary. How did Senior Brother Yun do it? Senior Sister, what's going on..."
This girl Yu Ruo is also in a state of shock and excitement at this moment, which is unimaginable.
Ye Ziling frowned slightly and said thoughtfully: "I don't know, this is really unbelievable. Is his swordsmanship talent really so terrifying?"
Xiao Yuruo suddenly smiled and said: "Senior sister, haven't you always wanted to practice the last three swords of the Thirteen Fuyun Swords? If Senior Brother Yun masters them, you can just ask him for advice."
Ye Ziling's eyes lit up, but when she remembered the way the other person looked at her, her eyes dimmed immediately.
This guy is a prodigal, and if he really reaches the top of the mountain later, he may not know how to make things difficult for her.
She is a cultivator of the Galaxy Realm, has understood the Heaven-reaching Sword Intent, and is much stronger than Lin Yun at the moment. Let Ye Ziling go and ask Lin Yun for advice, with her cold and arrogant temperament, this will be more uncomfortable than killing her.
"He hasn't reached the top yet, he just masters one more sword than me." A stubborn look flashed across Ye Ziling's cold and arrogant face, not wanting to admit defeat.
"At the eleventh level, Lin Yun seems to have broken the record of the Fuyun Sword Sect. The previous highest record for the disciples of the sect was only at the tenth level, and that was seven hundred years ago."
Someone whispered something, which caused immense shock in everyone's hearts.
Seven hundred years!
The record of Fuyun Sword Sect was broken in one day by an outsider who had just joined the sect.
This is really uncomfortable, and many direct disciples feel bitter in their hearts and look helpless on their faces.
Not only the disciples in Feiyun Palace, but also the sect elders standing among the peaks, and Master Fuyun who suppressed the power of the sword were also shocked.
"How on earth did this kid do it?"
Headmaster Fuyun's eyes showed deep surprise. He had also been to the Holy Sword Peak, but he could not continue going up to the tenth level.
That's a desperate situation. If you dare to jump down, a strong man in the Dragon Vein Realm will also die.
Two hours later, another shocking sword chant resounded in all directions, and there was another Qingluan in Holy Sword Mountain.
Twelve levels!
Lin Yun passed another level and was only one step away from reaching the top. Now the entire Feiyun Palace was completely in a state of excitement.
"Oh my god, is Lin Yun going to reach the top?"
"It's too scary... The record that hasn't been broken in thousands of years will really be broken by Lin Yun, right?"
"First, he made a sword in seven steps, which left us speechless. Now he has to reach the top again. This Lin Yun is really going to reach the sky."
"He is no longer alive, how can this be compared...he is still just Tianpo!"
Lin Yun passed another level and was only one step away from reaching the top. Now the entire Feiyun Palace was completely in a state of excitement.
Ye Ziling's face was the only one with a rather ugly expression. She had made a bet with Lin Yun. If the other party climbed to the top, she would have to agree to any request Lin Yun made.
In the boundless sea of clouds, I just picked
After finishing the twelve levels, Lin Yun and Xiao Bingfeng walked towards the final green mountain.
Both of their faces were filled with excitement. There was only one hurdle left, only the last hurdle to reach the summit successfully.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
Suddenly, there was the sound of a flute on the green mountain ahead. The sound was like a whine, like resentment, like admiration, like weeping, like complaining, and the lingering sound was lingering.
The sound of the flute resounded throughout the world. Lin Yun looked carefully and saw a figure on the top of the mountain.
Standing with a flute in hand, sword light surges around his body.
"Use the flute to control the sword!"
A look of surprise flashed in Xiao Bingfeng's eyes, and she said in a deep voice: "Lin Yun, be careful, this test may not be easy."
As she spoke, she dodged again and got into the purple kite sword box.
Lin Yun's expression was solemn. This level was probably going to be really difficult. Xiao Bingfeng didn't avoid it in the previous two levels.
Whoosh!
On the green mountain, after several ups and downs, Lin Yun reached the top of the mountain and stood in front of the man in green.
Lin Yun looked carefully and found that this person was quite similar to the person in the previous painting. He couldn't help but said: "The wind is blowing across the sea."
"Good times accompany the jade flute."
The man in green put down his jade flute and smiled slightly.
Lin Yun quickly asked: "Senior, is this the owner of this mountain?"
The man in green shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm not, I'm just a spirit guarding the mountain. That mountain is my master."
Lin Yun was shocked, wondering what the origin of this mountain was.
"After passing my level, you can reach the top... you can get the last scripture of Fuyun Sword Art and the last sword of Fuyun Thirteen Swords." The man in green looked at Lin Yun and said softly.
"How to get through?"
Lin Yun asked.
"Under the sound of my flute, just hold on for half a stick of incense." The man in Tsing Yi said calmly.
"It doesn't seem to be very difficult."
Lin Yun thought for a while and smiled.
"You have to experience it before you know it, let's start."
The man in green didn't talk nonsense to Lin Yun. He put the flute to his lips, his long hair flying, and a sharp edge surging from his eyebrows.
Clang!
Before Lin Yun could react, the sound of a flute suddenly sounded, and then a storm of sword sounds surged toward Lin Yun.
Lin Yun's face changed slightly, Burial Flower unsheathed, and his figure flashed in the mountains. As the sword was swung, sonorous sounds were made from time to time, sword lights flashed, and Burial Flower seemed to collide with various sharp swords in the void.
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Suddenly, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, becoming low and resentful, like weeping and complaining.
Lin Yun's internal organs exploded with cracks, and the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen. Soon there were many sword marks on his body, dripping with blood.
Just as he was about to think of a countermeasure, an extremely high-pitched long sound sounded, and Lin Yun seemed to be swept away by a giant dragon.
Bang!
A mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth, his face turned pale, and he took several steps back before he could stand still.
In less than a cup of tea, Lin Yun was defeated, far from half a stick of incense.
"Do you want to continue?"
The man in green put down his flute and laughed softly.
Lin Yun smiled bitterly. He had never seen such a method before and had no idea how to deal with it.
He was defeated immediately before his strength could be fully developed. This was because the opponent showed mercy. This level was really not easy. If he wanted to hold on for half an hour, it would be like ascending to the sky.
"want!"
Lin Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered: "Wait for me."
"I can't wait too long. As time goes by, the mountains, the clouds, and the beautiful scenery will all be gone." The man in Tsing Yi chuckled softly.
"One hour, just one hour!"
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and said.
"good."
The man in green thought for a while and said with a smile: "It's not easy to wait for someone. It's better to let you give up. I will wait for you for an hour."
"Thank you."
Lin Yun turned around and walked away. When he reached the mountainside, he stopped and called out Little Bingfeng.
"I've got one hour, can you really make me hold on to half a stick of incense?" What Lin Yun just said was what Xiao Bingfeng asked him to say. The other party firmly said that giving her just one hour would allow Lin Yun to pass this level.
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"What kind of look do you have, you actually look down on me and take out the jade flute that your little lover gave you." Xiao Bingfeng said with a bamboo in his chest, as if he was pointing the finger.
Lin Yun was surprised and said: "You don't want to teach me how to control a sword with a flute, do you? I don't even know the most basic fingering skills."
"certainly!"
Xiao Bingfeng rolled her eyes at him and snorted coldly: "Otherwise, what else can you do? With your current methods, it is impossible to hold on to half a stick of incense. He and you both have the sword power of Heaven, but his sword
Your intention is not lacking, but your sword intention is lacking, but fortunately you can hold on for half an hour. If it were a real fight, you wouldn't be able to hold on even for a single face-to-face encounter."
"Really?" Lin Yun still didn't believe it.
Xiao Bingfeng smiled and said: "Of course you can't do it, but with the purple jade sacred bamboo flute given by your little lover, and the emperor's guidance, it is impossible to win, but just insisting on half a stick of incense can still make a difference.
Possible."
Purple jade divine bamboo flute!
Lin Yun suddenly realized that the cave flute given to him by Yue Weiwei had an extraordinary origin.
"I'll first teach you fingering techniques and the method of luck. This is simple."
Xiao Bingfeng took the purple jade divine bamboo flute and explained it carefully. Time was tight and she spoke very fast. Then she handed the flute over and said with a smile: "You try it."
Lin Yun took the flute in his hand, put it under his lips, moved his fingers lightly, and soon the clear and elegant sound of the flute came out.
"I'll try again."
Lin Yun took off the flute, thought thoughtfully, and then started playing again. He didn't deliberately play any music, he just played casually based on his feeling.
Xiao Bingfeng was disdainful at first, but gradually became a little moved. It turned out to be pretty good.
"It seems to be quite simple indeed." Lin Yun put down the jade flute and laughed softly.
Xiao Bingfeng was shocked in her heart. She just talked casually. It was really surprising that she had learned the basic fingering techniques in such a short time.
"That's what I taught you."
But it was definitely impossible for her to praise Lin Yun, so she could only praise herself.
Lin Yun smiled and did not argue with her.
At this moment, bursts of flute music sounded from the top of the mountain. The sound of the flute was rapid, like thousands of horses galloping on the battlefield, which made people's blood boil, and then quickly stopped.
What a brilliant technique!
Lin Yun praised in his heart, but soon realized that the other party was showing off his skills.
Sure enough, Xiao Bingfeng's face looked a little ugly.
"Little brother, if you want to learn the flute, I can teach you. However, it would be too naive to try to pass this level with the sound of the flute in just one hour." The laughter of the man in Tsing Yi came from the top of the mountain.
"This guy! He's so good that he dares to look down on this emperor."
Xiao Bingfeng was so angry that she pulled Lin Yun down the mountain and said, "Let's go farther away so that he won't hear us. We'll have to make him look good later. The Purple Jade Divine Bamboo Flute is comparable to a divine weapon in terms of material alone."
Yes, what are you so proud of?"
Lin Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was pulled towards the foot of the mountain by Bingfeng, who had a bad temper. However, in his heart, he was indeed quite unconvinced. It was just half a stick of incense and he didn't believe that he really couldn't persevere.
[Two chapters have been delivered, and the third chapter will be read tomorrow morning, so don’t wait. Everyone has given me support, and I will definitely try my best to write it.]
