When the Rose Painting Scroll was taken out from the storage bag, Lin Yun became quite nervous.
He was worried, and his expression showed an extremely rare solemnity.
Lin Yun still remembers how powerful the Chen Guang Sword Technique is. Where the flowers rise, that's where I came from.
With one thought, all the dust and light disperse, illuminating thousands of mountains and rivers!
How arrogant!
With this sword, Lin Yun directly crossed the realm and killed three old men in the Yin and Yang realm of Zi Mansion.
There is no doubt that Xiaoyao Sword Art will be more powerful, even far surpassing the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds.
But once he opened the scroll, Lin Yun didn't know what he would face. If the boat capsized in the ditch, he would probably be killed by the light of the sword in the painting.
The greater possibility is that the joy is all in vain, and there is no so-called free swordsmanship at all.
Because Lin Yun has no confidence at all in his attainments in spiritual patterns, unlike his own swordsmanship.
The method he used to become a Holy Mysterious Master was quite tricky. In Lin Yun's mind, everything must be done step by step, step by step, and steadily.
Don't take the success you get by playing tricks too seriously, otherwise you will suffer big losses sooner or later.
"Let's take a look, otherwise, go to the Sword Sect and find a way to further refine your spiritual pattern attainments."
Lin Yun whispered to himself.
Although he, the Holy Mysterious Master, has a lot of water, the benefits he can reap are truly surprising.
Just the fact that the soul power radiates five hundred miles is enough to make many people envious.
If you can take another step forward in your attainments in spiritual patterns, you can improve your strength even without the Rose Scroll as motivation.
Lin Yun's thoughts moved slightly, and the scroll unfolded leisurely in front of his eyes, and the familiar white-spotted tiger jumped out.
To this day, Lin Yun still feels pressing pressure when facing this white-spotted tiger.
He guessed that the white-spotted tiger might be a sacred beast, or directly a divine beast, otherwise Shen Yun would not be so scary.
Shenxiao!
The purple mark between Lin Yun's brows glowed, and deep in his brow bones, the golden sea of swords boiled, and Shenxiao's sword intent was released.
His body glowed with golden sword light, and when the tiger was about to pounce, he withstood the pressure.
hiss!
The familiar picture appeared again, a white palm appeared in front of the tiger. The tiger's eyes were slightly closed, his expression was gentle, and he was smelling the fragrance of the rose blooming in the palm.
The fragrance of flowers filled the air, and Lin Yun, who was standing outside the painting, seemed to smell the fragrance of the rose.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The screen kept flickering, and the Chen Guang Sword Technique that he had seen before appeared in front of Lin Yun again.
After the demonstration of the Chenguang Sword Technique was completed, the scenery in the painting suddenly collapsed. The sun, moon, mountains, rivers, flowers, grass, trees, and clouds of heaven and earth were transformed into countless fragments, floating in front of Lin Yun, and a chill slowly accumulated.
Coming!
Lin Yun's heart tightened, and Shenxiao's Sword Intent was keenly aware of an extremely dangerous aura.
"sky!"
Just when Lin Yun was concentrating on guarding and rousing himself with all his strength, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Phew!
Lin Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, and Shenxiao's sword intent was immediately shaken away, and the light on his body dimmed.
"land!"
Phew!
Lin Yun spit out another mouthful of blood and took three steps back.
"The mysterious wilderness of heaven and earth, wind, fire, thunder and ice!"
After reading all eight words, Lin Yun took a hundred steps back, knelt down on one knee, and his face turned pale.
pain!
it hurts!
Lin Yun covered his head, suffering from a splitting headache, his face was distorted, and he wanted to scream but could not make a sound.
The mysterious wilderness of heaven and earth, wind, fire, thunder and ice!
The lingering sound vibrated in his mind and invaded the Xuan Palace, shaking continuously.
Lin Yun was in so much pain that he wished he could cut open his head and capture all the sounds.
At this moment, the Shenxiao Sword Intent, the Canglong Holy Body, the Sun and Moon Divine Fist, and the Sword of the Moment were all in vain, causing people to collapse to the extreme.
critical moment
, the natal sacred pattern in Lin Yunxuan Palace saved him, and the golden crow sacred pattern seemed to come to life.
Wave after wave of holy power came slowly.
A moment later, the sound that invaded Xuan Palace and tortured Lin Yun until he was in pain was slowly dissipated by this soul power.
Lin Yun woke up with a start, his eyes became clear again, and the blurry images in all directions overlapped little by little, and then gradually became clear.
"Saw it!"
Lin Yun's eyes lit up and he quickly stood up.
He saw that the originally broken picture was healed up again, but the environment completely changed. Countless sacred patterns were intertwined like ink plates, merging into a new picture, unfolding little by little.
"The Nine Swords of Xiaoyao, nine swords in total, divided into the Tianzi Sword Jue, the Earth Character Sword Jue, the Xuanzi Sword Jue, the Huangzi Sword Jue... the Ice Character Sword Jue."
Then a voice came from the painting, misty and distant, containing the flavor of nothingness.
Heaven and earth are mysterious, wind, fire, thunder and ice.
Lin Yun counted it silently in his mind. It was obviously eight characters, but he said "Nine Swords of Xiaoyao". What is the ninth character, and what is the ninth sword?
"How many divisions are there in the sky? Thirty-six!"
But before he had time to think about it, on the deserted plain in the picture, the man in blue, Nan Di, started moving again with a sword in his hand.
"Tianyi!"
"Tian Er!"
"Tiansan!"
"Tiansi!"
…
"It's fifteenth day!"
The rabbit rises and the falcon falls, it is seamless and seamless, with an indescribable charm.
When he struck out, every sword move by the man in Tsing Yi seemed like he was writing with a pen. Each stroke contained great power.
"Thirty-six days!"
After the thirty-six swords were released, the thirty-six sword lights imprinted in the void continued to overlap and accumulate crazily.
In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale, and the sun and moon lost their light.
An ancient heavenly word appeared behind the man in blue. When the word fell, everything in the world seemed to surrender to it.
Lin Yun was dumbfounded and shocked. He had never thought that such sword skills existed in the world.
"How many divisions are there in the land..."
Immediately afterwards, the man in green in the picture moved faster and faster, to the point where Lin Yun could not see clearly even with the blessing of Shenxiao's sword intention.
Lin Yun couldn't see clearly. He couldn't see anything clearly. Everything he saw in his eyes was blurry.
Even the sounds coming from the painting are intermittent, vague and insubstantial.
One could only vaguely see that after the eight characters of Heaven, Earth, Mysterious Desolation, Wind, Fire, Thunder and Ice all appeared, the artistic conception of the word Xiaoyao was pushed to the extreme by the man in green.
If there is divine help, if there is the power of heaven, each sword will tear the void into pieces. The sword light crisscrosses, the eight ancient characters shake the sky and the dry land, the sun and the moon reverse, the universe is turned upside down, the space is distorted and torn apart.
Each of the eight characters contains a kind of carefree artistic conception. Each artistic conception is grand and majestic, but it is also light and easy.
Is this the Eight Swords of Freedom?
Lin Yun whispered to himself, his eyes full of admiration. This kind of swordsmanship is so wonderful that people are amazed.
No, this swordsmanship seems to be Xiaoyao Nine Swords!
Lin Yun remembered clearly that the first thing he heard was the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao, and there should be another sword.
Just when Lin Yun was in shock and doubt, an endless sad voice suddenly came from the rose scroll, and an angry roar tore the sky apart.
All kinds of visions are scattered.
"If you have nothing in this world, you will never be free again!"
Lin Yun's expression changed slightly. This sudden change caught him by surprise.
Moreover, the sword power gathered in the picture became more and more terrifying, which frightened him in his heart. He quickly stretched out his hand and struck out before the man in green could use it.
Wow!
The rose scroll rolled up instantly, flashed, and fell into his hand.
"What a risk."
Lin Yun breathed out softly, feeling his scalp numb as he would have to use the last sword.
I feel that Nan Di's artistic conception in the painting is enough to kill him outside the painting with just one sword.
The first eight characters are obviously
The writing is full of romance, and the artistic conception contained in the word "xiaoyao" is pushed to the unimaginable limit.
What freedom means is all contained in this eight-character sword formula.
But the last sword actually cut off Xiaoyao, causing endless sadness, endless sorrow, and endless darkness, which made people depressed and unbearable.
"If you have nothing in this world, you will never be free again."
Lin Yun murmured to himself, and after reciting it several times, he seemed to understand something.
At the same time, he also knew why he felt that there would be danger when opening the scroll. The intuition from the sword intention was not wrong. If it were not for the natal sacred pattern of Xuan Palace, he might have died if he opened the scroll rashly this time.
Fortunately, I wasn't impulsive at first, it was a bit of a fluke.
Lin Yun put away the scroll, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing while digesting the information he had just realized.
Xiaoyao Nine Swords, or Nine Swords, is actually far more than just Nine Swords.
There are as many as thirty-six swords in just one Tianzi Sword Technique. Each sword is surprisingly powerful, and each sword has a different artistic conception.
But they are all related to heaven and freedom. Freedom is in heaven, freedom is in swords, and freedom is in people.
It's a little pity that Lin Yun's current spiritual pattern attainments are still too poor, and the Nine Swords of Freedom are incomplete.
"Let's do it step by step. First practice the Tianzi Sword Technique."
When Lin Yun opened his eyes, he looked much better and had a decision in his heart.
Lin Yun recalled the scenes he saw in the painting, and at the same time he circulated the star elements, urging the star elements to flow in the meridians according to the sword technique he had obtained.
Seeing the man in green perform it with ease, Lin Yun discovered that it was very difficult when he practiced it himself.
It's just Tianzi Sword Jue, but the artistic conception in it is also vast. Once you step into it, you still can't get the key point and can't really get started.
It took Lin Yun seven full days to practice the Tianzi Sword Technique to a small level of success.
Thirty-Six Swordsman has learned the Eighteen Swordsmanship, but there is still a long way to go before he can write a complete word of Tianzi.
But Lin Yun's mood was unprecedentedly excited.
After he mastered Shenxiao Sword Intent, he could master ordinary Holy Spirit-level swordsmanship almost once.
For something a little more subtle and complicated, it may only take half a cup of tea with your eyes closed to grasp all the essentials.
But the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao are so extraordinary that even Shenxiao's sword intention cannot be fully understood.
After another seven days, Lin Yun practiced the Heavenly Sword Technique to the twenty-third sword, and then was forced to stop.
Little Bingfeng appeared majestically on a blood dragon horse.
"Lin Yun, it's time to get the Supreme Divine Pattern."
Xiao Bingfeng frowned and said angrily: "Are you so stupid in sword practice that you even forgot about your promise to this emperor?"
Lin Yun put away the flower-burial sword and smiled. He had been better with Jian Jingtian before.
The other party will open the ban on the Holy Sword Peak today, but he is so absorbed in practicing the Tianzi Sword Technique that he actually forgot about it.
Lin Yun changed the subject and said, "You came just in time. I have something to ask you."
"What's the matter?"
Xiao Bingfeng looked calm and not very interested. She was only interested in the Supreme Divine Pattern now.
"What should I do with Qin Cang's golden dragon bone?"
Lin Yun dug out the opponent's dragon bones, but how to use them was a big problem.
There is definitely no way to give this thing away. No one would dare to use it. Once Qin Cang finds out about it, it will be a big trouble.
Unfortunately, he couldn't use it himself. If the other dragon bones were fine, the properties of this dragon bone and the Blue Dragon Treasure Bone were too different.
Moreover, it contains Qin Cang's aura, which is difficult to digest completely, and is definitely incompatible with Lin Yun's Canglong Holy Body.
"Hey, why don't you give it to Xiao Hei? He is still young and growing. Aren't you good at cooking? You just made a pot of golden dragon bone soup! The holy medicine you gave me as a gift has not been used yet. It just happened to be cooked in one pot.
It must be delicious!”
Little Bingfeng became more and more excited as she talked, her eyes shining brightly.
Lin Yun's mouth twitched. If Qin Cang knew this, he would be angry to death.
[Finally, I feel something. I have been very tired of writing these days. The Nine Swords of Freedom, the Supreme Divine Pattern, the altar where the corpse of the god may be buried, and some of the pits of the Fuyun Sword Sect are quite interesting. 】
