The moment Lin Yun walked out, the smile on Jian Jingtian's face disappeared instantly, and he became cold and silent, with the appearance of not letting strangers in.
That kind of temperament and Ye Ziling are almost carved from the same mold, which is extremely magical.
After a long time, Jian Jingtian suddenly thought of something, and a rare gentle smile appeared on his serious face.
He just wanted to understand why Lin Yun provoked him for no reason, or in some capacity as a swordsman.
He was trying to make up for his previous guilt in his own way. After all, what he said that day was indeed a bit too much.
Things are settled here, and we don’t owe each other anything.
No matter what the situation was, Jian Jingtian had saved Lin Yun's life. Such heartless and unjust words should not be said.
But Lin Yun had a cold and aloof temperament, especially when facing Jian Jingtian, and he was even more unwilling to bow his head and admit his mistakes. Jian Jingtian asked him several times if he knew the meaning of going to the Famous Sword Conference, but Lin Yun always pretended to be stupid.
When two stubborn and stubborn people meet, it is not easy for the other to admit defeat.
Especially deep down in their hearts, both of them have the pride of swordsmen, and neither life nor death can make them bow their heads.
Lin Yun had no choice but to use his own method to arouse his fighting spirit and restore his peerless style to the top of the three rankings back then.
"This kid..."
Jian Jingtian smiled and thought for a moment, he had indeed not shown his strength in front of others for many years.
As for the peak sword intent, it has never happened before. The last time he was so arrogant was eighteen years ago.
Eighteen years ago!!
Jian Jingtian's thoughts paused, his expression suddenly stiffened, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He closed his eyes in pain, and two tears fell from the corners of his eyes. At this moment, his expression was more painful than ever before.
And regret, and boundless loneliness.
Master...disciple, I'm really sorry for you.
Jian Jingtian closed his eyes in pain. At this moment, his expression was one of unprecedented pain and regret, as well as boundless loneliness.
In a daze, the voice from that year rang in my ears again.
We hereby swear that one day, the Sword Sect will return to the Holy Land!
We hereby swear that one day, the Sword Sect will return to being the number one Sword Sect in the world!
Eight thousand years of fame and dust, ninety thousand miles of rays of light.
The bright moon lasts forever, and the sword sect is immortal!!
Feng Xiaoxiao, the rain was vast, I was young at that time and my blood was not yet cold... Jian Jingtian's eyes were tightly closed, and at some point, two lines of clear tears were left.
…
Outside the sect's main hall, Lin Yun was holding Qian Lei in one hand and covering his eyes with the other.
After a long time, I carefully opened my eyes. The blood stains in the corners of my eyes looked quite scary, and my eyes were still in pain.
In the confrontation just now, it can be said that Lin Yun was completely defeated. All his methods were vulnerable to Jian Jingtian.
"After all, it's Jian Jingtian who ranks first among the three rankings. I can't afford to offend him!"
Lin Yun spoke with emotion and sighed.
"Humph, I have told you before. People like him were very rare in ancient times. Now he just has a demonic barrier in his heart and is trapped in the dragon's veins. Once the knot in his heart is broken, tsk tsk, he will be the king of heaven in an instant!"
Little Bingfeng flew out of the purple kite sword box and took out a handkerchief.
While gloating about his misfortune, he wiped his eyes.
"It's so comfortable. What's on your handkerchief? It's amazing. It doesn't hurt at all!"
Lin Yun blinked, and his eyes became clear again. Not only did they not hurt, they seemed to become clearer.
"Huh, that's my saliva!"
Xiaobing
Feng said with an amazing look.
Lin Yun's smile froze, his expression became a little stiff, his eyes felt uncomfortable, and he complained: "It's so disgusting."
"You bastard are such a scumbag. This is my emperor's phoenix saliva. Back then, so many people lined up to bring out so many delicacies and delicacies, just waiting for me to drool. You kid, you don't know how blessed you are in the midst of blessings.
, I really deserve a beating!”
Little Bingfeng raised her eyebrows and said angrily.
Dragons have ambergris, and phoenixes have phoenix saliva, so it seems to be true. Ambergris is also a rare thing in the world, and phoenix saliva seems to be about the same.
Lin Yun felt a little better thinking about it, but he frowned for a while, glanced at his mouth and said, "It's still disgusting."
"You...you scumbag! This emperor is angry!"
When Xiao Bingfeng saw his brows relaxed at first, she thought he was going to praise him a few words, but she suddenly changed her face. It was really bad.
Lin Yun explained: "If it's Feng Xiang, I naturally don't mind. Unfortunately, you are not the body of an ice phoenix. At most, you can only be regarded as one percent of Feng Xiang. So in the final analysis, it is still saliva, I say
Is that right?"
"You scumbag, you still want my emperor's fragrance. When I find my true body, I will spray you with divine flames to death! If you don't want it anyway, then give it back to me!"
Little Bingfeng pouted and roared angrily.
"Hahaha, okay, I'll give it back to you. I'm the body of a blue dragon now, not to mention one percent or one thousandth of the ambergris saliva content. Come on, how much saliva do you want? I'll give it to you.
How much are you."
Lin Yun blinked and said with a smile.
ah!
Xiao Bingfeng was made dizzy by what he said. It seemed that there was some truth in it, but...if you really wanted to, you couldn't kiss...kiss her on the mouth.
Her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and she whispered: "Bah, you gangster, you are so disgusting!"
After that, she ran forward. Seeing her embarrassment, Lin Yun burst out laughing and hurried after her.
"Great Emperor, don't run!"
"Get out!"
"Hahaha, if you don't want to go away, I won't go away, and I will give you ambergris."
"I don't want it anymore."
The two quarreled for a while, and when they returned to Tingfeng Residence and calmed down, Lin Yun asked: "Xiao Bingfeng, have you noticed that Jian Jingtian stopped every time he mentioned master? He should want to
Those who say the word "Master" take it back every time the words come to their lips."
It was like this just now, it was like this before, and this is not the first time.
"Is there anything strange?" Xiao Bingfeng rolled her eyes at Lin Yun, not giving him a good look.
Lin Yun was lying on the grass by the river, shouting for a piece of grass, looking at the sky and saying: "I'm curious, who is his master? I can give him a Thousand Thunder Sword if I take action."
"Humph, that has nothing to do with you." Xiao Bingfeng said calmly.
"That's right."
Lin Yun was slightly distracted, then smiled and said: "Great Emperor, how strong is his sword intention? Does he have a fifth-grade sword intention?"
The opponent's sword intent was too terrifying, giving him the feeling that it was as vast and unpredictable as an abyss.
You must know that Lin Yun is now half-step into the fourth-grade sword intention of Shenxiao, and his sword cocoon has shattered twice.
If the opponent only has a fourth-grade sword intention, logically speaking, he should not give himself such a strong pressure.
"It's hard to say. The level of sword intent is considered quality, but if the quantity reaches a certain level, it can also cause extremely terrifying suppressive power. For example, your Canglong Sword Power can increase the quantity of sword intent. It is also the Heaven-reaching Sword Intent. If you
Combined with the power of the Azure Dragon Sword, others may not be one-tenth as good as you."
Little Bingfeng spoke eloquently and said softly: "Such as the will of thunder, or the will of fire, or the will of wind."
Thunder Sword Intent can increase the amount of Sword Intent. I don’t know whether this old guy is a fifth-grade Sword Intent or is it enhanced by other means. It’s good that he’s very powerful anyway.”
Lin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and then laughed.
The emperor said a lot, almost all of it was nonsense, but the last sentence was the key point.
Anyway, it's quite powerful, many times more powerful than me, unimaginably powerful. It's a pity that such a treasure has been here for half a year and it hasn't even been dug out once.
The old man's character is definitely that he is too lazy to teach others, but if he has the shamelessness to ask for advice, the possibility is still very high.
It happens that there are changes in Kuxuan Island. During this period, you should take a good retreat and don't miss out on various ways to strengthen your strength.
"This old guy must have a story. What happened eighteen years ago?"
Lin Yun murmured in a low voice that he was indeed extremely curious about this Jingtian sword.
"Anyway, don't do such stupid things today. He has a bigger knot in his heart than you think. If you try to stimulate his fighting spirit by getting injured, it will only be in vain." Xiao Bingfeng looked at Lin deeply.
Yun said with words.
Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the Emperor would see through this little concern.
After a while, he spat out the grass in his mouth, then took off the purple kite sword box from his body, looked at the sword box, and his expression gradually became serious.
"What do you want to do?"
Xiao Bingfeng said in surprise.
"It's time to go in and take a look. I'm very curious about the world in the sword box." Lin Yun patted the sword box and said meaningfully.
"Have you thought about it?"
"I've thought about it a long time ago."
Lin Yun said calmly.
Once you enter it, the karma with Ziyuan Sword Master will be deeply intertwined, and you will officially become his successor.
"You once told me that the Ziyuan Swordsman I have seen is just a clone of him. The real Ziyuan Swordsman may not be dead yet?" This question has been in Lin Yun's mind for quite a long time.
Now that we are about to enter the Purple Kite Sword Box, it is time to formally ask for the answer.
"That little brat has mastered the art of reincarnation, but it's not so easy to die." Xiao Bingfeng glanced at her mouth and said with some hatred.
"The way of reincarnation?"
A strange look flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. He had never heard of this kind of martial arts will.
"I don't understand even if I tell you now. Since you have made up your mind, I will not say more. You can use the Holy Fire of Purple Kite to refine the mark in this sword box, and then you can freely enter and exit it. From now on, you will also officially
He can be regarded as the successor of Ziyuan Sword Saint."
Xiao Bingfeng had a rare serious look on her face and said with great solemnity.
Lin Yun's thoughts moved slightly, and in the middle of the ice crystal-like purple kite flower at his dantian, the purple kite holy fire was dotted like stamens.
Lin Yun opened his palms, a fist-sized holy fire appeared in his palm, and he waved his hand.
boom!
The holy fire fell on the sword box and surged instantly like adding fuel to the fire. In an instant, the entire sword box was encased in a blazing fire.
Click, click, click!
There are old rust peeling off the surface of the sword box. Under the burning of the holy fire, the lines on the surface of the sword box light up one by one, and an ancient and complicated purple kite flower appears.
On both sides of the flower, lines spread out, like a pair of wings quietly stretching out.
"Drip blood!"
Half an hour later, Xiao Bingfeng suddenly spoke.
After the essence and blood dripped, there was no turning back. Lin Yun took a deep breath, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and a drop of hot blood popped out of his fingertips.
When the blood fell on the Ziyuan sword box, the sword box shook wildly, and the world seemed to wake up.
