It was a holy mountain filled with sword intent. Looking from a distance, the holy mountain looked like a sacred dragon entrenched on the ground.
The straight mountain is tens of thousands of feet high, reaching straight into the sky, like a holy sword standing between heaven and earth that can split the chaos of the sun and moon.
Vast, majestic and majestic.
Lin Yun stayed at the foot of the Holy Mountain for a moment, looking at the mountain, still shocked.
Calculating the time, Ye Ziling and the others have been practicing in the Holy Mountain for about half a year. After practicing in such a precious place for half a year, I can't imagine how much these people have improved in their cultivation.
The most important thing is that I have guidance from saints every day, which is really enviable.
After checking the identity, the guards let you go.
Lin Yun entered the Sword Sect's Holy Mountain and arrived at a cave abode.
It is a valley with a deep environment. Peach blossoms are in full bloom in the valley. The petals are holy and flawless, exuding a charming fragrance and surrounded by holy light.
There are petals everywhere on the ground, covered layer by layer, making a rustling sound when stepped on.
I haven’t seen them for half a year, but those sacred peach trees are still beautiful.
Deep in the peach forest, Lin Yun saw Yaoguang Sword Master, raised his hands and saluted: "Disciple, I have met the master!"
In the stone platform, Yaoguang Sword Master is still writing and painting, with a leisurely expression, without any anxiety or tension about the impending deadline.
"Tell me how you spent the past six months." Yao Guang put down his pen, looked at Lin Yun and smiled softly, with a kind look in his eyes.
It was not as if a disciple and a teacher were meeting, but more like a gathering of family members.
The Yaoguang Sword Master has lived for a long time, and now that his end is approaching, he has become relatively indifferent to many things.
If he hadn't been burdened with the pressure of the rise of the Sword Sect, he really wouldn't be that persistent about life and death.
A swordsman who doesn't believe in fate and doesn't fear the sky will naturally not be afraid of death.
He has a very special feeling for Lin Yun. Not only did he come from Xuanhuang with him, he also came from Lingxiao Sword Pavilion with him, and he is very likely to be his last disciple.
Lin Yun was very nervous. After calming down for a while, he briefly explained his experience in the past six months.
While listening, Yao Guang couldn't help but laugh several times. When he heard about the Five Peaks Competition, his look at Lin Yun had something else to say.
He said softly, "The seven peaks of the Sword Sect come from the same lineage. We are all disciples of the same sect. We can compete for superiority, but we must not form any grudges."
"Disciples must remember Master's teachings."
Lin Yun nodded, he had a similar view on this.
Whether it was the headmaster or other members of the Sword Sect, Lin Yun felt from the bottom of his heart that the Sword Sect was different from other sects.
He is much more humane, and maybe because he is a swordsman at the same time, everyone is straightforward.
There are not so many plots and tricks, and everyone has pride in his heart, but he can also admit defeat. If he loses, he loses, and he will never play tricks.
"Execute Tianshui Sword Technique again." Yao Guang looked at Lin Yundao and said, "Master, let me help you take a look."
Lin Yun felt happy, he had exactly what he meant.
He immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, and in this peach forest, he displayed the secrets of Tianshui that he had comprehended one by one.
There is water in the clouds, there is the moon in the water, the moon is in the sky, and there are immortals in the sky!
Clouds, water, moon, and sky, four different artistic conceptions, overlapped, intertwined, and evolved from each other under his sword, and more than a hundred visions appeared in the blink of an eye.
By the time the sword reaches the end, the visions are as beautiful as a fairyland, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
When the clouds break and the moon comes, the flowers make shadows. There is a moon in the world and you are there too.
When I look at the world from the sky, you and the bright moon are both stunning!
When the last two swords were used, Yao Guang's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he lost his voice and said: "This is no longer the Tianshui sword technique."
Lin Yun sheathed his sword, cupped his hands and said, "Master, please give me a clear explanation."
"Master told you at the beginning that beyond the realm of transformation, there is still subtlety, and beyond the realm of subtlety, there is deification. You don't have to doubt that you have already practiced this swordsmanship to the realm of deification. This makes Master very strange. With you
With my swordsmanship, I cannot practice swordsmanship to this level." Yao Guang said in deep thought.
"What kind of swordsmanship is required?" Lin Yundao said.
"The fifth-grade sword intention is the sky!"
Yao Guang glanced at Lin Yun, and of course he could see that Lin Yun's sword intent had reached half-step to the fifth level.
The fifth-grade sword meaning is called Tianqiong?
Lin Yun muttered to himself, but didn't understand what he meant.
Knowing the name is very important, but how to interpret these two words is the real key.
Just like the key to the sword intention of the sky, in "With God in the sky, my sword turns into the sky". The sword intention of the sky must also have its secret meaning, which serves as the key for the swordsman to open this door.
"Let's not talk about the fifth-grade sword intention. I see missing in your sword technique." Yao Guang looked at Lin Yun and said seriously.
"miss……"
Lin Yun was a little confused.
"This is an unconscious behavior. Even you can't control it. The person you miss is blended into your own swordsmanship, so you unintentionally promoted it to a state of excellence that you could not otherwise reach."
Tao Guang explained softly.
Ziyao...
Lin Yun paused for a moment and suddenly understood.
When I look at the world from the sky, you and the bright moon are both stunning. Who else is it if it’s not Su Ziyao?
"This is a good thing. You do it first, and I will tell you about the fifth-grade sword intention." Yao Guang glanced at Lin Yun and muttered: "The sword intention of the sky is to inherit the sky. The secret is ten words. I am
The sky and the sword form the sky, and the human sword is one!"
A bright light flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and for a moment, he felt that he had caught something.
"I am a human, and humans are the sky. The sword is the sky, and the sky is also the sky. The human sword is one, and the sky and the sky are united. Only then can we be above the sky... The two words "sky and sky" are actually inseparable. The fifth-grade sword intention is inherited.
The last sentence of Shenxiao's Sword Intention is, my sword turns into the sky. But there is a difference between me being the sky and my sword turning the sky... If the sword flies too high, people cannot control it. After all, the sword will become one with people, and people will become one.
Sword riding..."
Yaoguang Sword Saint came and explained a long paragraph.
Lin Yun suddenly understood. He thought for a moment, raised his head and said, "Disciple understands."
Yao Guang shook his head slightly, noncommittal.
He didn't think Lin Yun understood it. When he really understood it, he would never be in his current state.
"Are you going down the mountain?"
Yao Guang suddenly said.
Lin Yun said in surprise: "Master, how could you tell?"
"The saint masters the rules of the holy way and can sense changes in the world. I don't know what you are thinking, but I can see that your mood is a little hazy. Please tell me." Yao Guang said.
Lin Yun thought for a while and then did not hide the matter about the dragon bone.
"No wonder."
Yao Guang understood.
If it was about other matters, Lin Yun might have taken the initiative to say that the Divine Dragon Bone was indeed a big deal.
He can also think of other treasures, and even treasures more precious than the dragon bone can be easily taken out.
Only this divine dragon bone is indeed a bit troublesome.
Of course, if he must get the divine dragon bone, he is not without options.
After all, he is one of the three great sword masters and has many connections that ordinary people cannot imagine. Lin Yun saw his master pondering and said quickly: "Master, this disciple wants to handle this matter personally."
Yao Guang glanced at Lin Yun and said nothing more: "How long do you have to go down the mountain?"
"About a month."
"Then you can practice here this month."
Lin Yun was stunned for a while, unable to react.
If I remember correctly, Master only has five years to live, leaving one month for himself, which makes Lin Yun a little confused about how to respond.
"Don't worry about me, my master. You will be practicing in the Holy Mountain this month. It's time for you to practice your Nine Swords of Freedom!"
Lin Yun saw this and had no choice but to agree.
I just hope that Master can break through as soon as possible and compete with the Emperor, Lin Yun said silently in his heart.
Lin Yun spent the next month practicing in this sacred peach forest.
He practices swordsmanship during the day and exercises at night. He occasionally plays the purple jade sacred bamboo flute and tries to integrate Tianshui swordsmanship into the way of music.
The mysterious wilderness of heaven and earth, wind, fire, thunder and ice!
This is the sword technique left by the Southern Emperor. Just the Thirty-Six Swords of Heaven, it is already as powerful as the low-grade ghost-level sword technique, or even more powerful.
Lin Yun also has a lot of expectations for the second sword.
There are thirty-six strokes for heaven and seventy-two strokes for earth. The ancient Chinese character for earth has twice as many strokes as sky.
However, it is relatively easy to practice.
Because after successfully practicing the Thirty-Six Sword of Heaven to the Transformation Realm, Lin Yun had mastered certain skills in this sword technique.
In addition, his current sword intent is also unmatched before, reaching an unprecedented half-step sky sword intent.
Swish, swish, swish!
In the peach forest, Lin Yun holds his sword as a pen. Every time he draws his sword, the sword light condenses into black and white ink, which lingers in the void for a long time.
Compared with the brilliant power of the Thirty-six Heavenly Swords, the Seventy-two Earthly Swords seem to be more mysterious, and the space covered by the light of each sword becomes much heavier.
"What's going on?"
After practicing the Seventy-Two Swords to perfection, Lin Yun became even more surprised.
"It's gravity."
Yao Guang appeared out of thin air, picked up a branch at random, and started using this sword technique towards Lin Yun.
Wow!
With one stroke, Lin Yun frowned slightly, and this space became like a quagmire that made people sink into it.
Lin Yun's expression changed drastically, and he immediately seemed to be running away.
Whoosh whoosh!
But Yaoguang flicked his wrist, and a series of ink sword lights appeared one after another. Lin Yun felt that his movements were getting slower and slower.
The legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead stone, making it difficult to move them.
Snap!
The soles of his feet were a little bit on the ground and he wanted to fly into the air, but he was sucked back in an instant.
His body hit the ground hard, and he spit out blood immediately, and his face looked extremely pale. Eight thousand purple and gold dragon patterns on his body swam at the same time, and boom, his arm attached to the ground used all his strength to roar, dragon roar
It stood up violently and just barely pulled it out.
If it had been anyone else, without his astonishing body, he would have been kneeling on the ground unable to get up.
Even the flesh will be squeezed into a pool of blood!
How terrible!
Lin Yun was extremely frightened. He activated eight thousand purple-gold dragon patterns and finally broke free from the ground. With a thought, the Golden Crow Holy Wings instantly unfolded.
Whoosh!
This time, Lin Yunchong went higher.
Bang!
But the speed of falling was even faster than before. Yaoguang had already swung seventy-two swords before he knew it.
An ancient heavenly character appeared behind him, blooming with an incomparably thick light. With a click, Lin Yun's opened Golden Crow Holy Wings were torn into two halves.
Drenched in blood, Lin Yun fell to the ground with a bang, and the sound of cracking bones continued to sound.
"Master, I can't hold on any longer!"
Under the layer upon layer of gravity, Lin Yun was trapped deep in it, unable to move his limbs at all, and was in agony.
"The swordsman only thinks about escaping. How can you hold on? Hold your sword and come again!"
Yao Guang's voice was still kind, but with a hint of coldness.
Lin Yun stood up in frustration. He did not expect that the Seventy-Two Swords would be so powerful, nor did he expect that his master's strength would be so terrifying.
Even if his realm is suppressed by the divine pill, he is unable to resist.
What was even more uncomfortable was that his will collapsed too quickly. He thought he was fighting against his master, but did not expect that it was a duel between two swordsmen.
"You come first and use the seventy-two swords!"
Yao Guang said lightly.
This time Lin Yun took the initiative, Yao Guang blocked it with branches, and their figures kept changing in the peach forest.
Swish, swish, swish!
Under the light of the ink sword, the crimson peach forest looked particularly cold, with two figures crisscrossing each other.
Various sword lights collided continuously, erupting with extremely crisp sword sounds.
In these constant battles, Lin Yun's mastery of the seventy-two swords became more and more profound, and Yao Guang also intentionally gave Lin Yun some guidance.
It seemed like he was fighting with him, but he was actually demonstrating to him the secrets of the Twelfth Earth Sword.
Two hours later, the two of them each thrust out a sword, and at the tip of the sword, an ancient word "地" was condensed.
Bang!
In the loud noise, all the peach blossoms in the peach forest were blown away, leaving only bare peach branches.
It’s not over yet!
The two of them seemed to have a clear understanding of each other, and each raised his left hand. After a while, an additional word "天" appeared above his left hand.
It seemed like there were two layers of sky rising up like the sun in the palms of their hands, and then each of them blasted out towards the other.
Boom!
The next moment, the sky and the earth were spinning, the void was intertwined, and Lin Yun was blown away a hundred meters, but his eyes were shining brightly.
"Thank you Master!"
Lin Yun knelt down on one knee and saluted with his sword.
Yao Guang stood with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Master can only teach you this far. You still have to master the rest of the way. There are many mysteries in this swordsmanship. If you practice it to the smallest detail,
At this level, it is much stronger than the high-grade ghost-level swordsmanship."
"Remember, the two words "heaven and earth" do not exist alone. You have to think about it carefully later!"
Lin Yun bowed and said, "Disciples must remember Master's teachings!"
"Get up."
Lin Yun nodded and stood up slowly.
Ten days later, Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged in the peach forest, opened his eyes and let out a long breath of turbid air.
boom!
There was an explosion of light on his body, and on the golden sea of stars in the Zi Mansion, a star once again condensed in the sky.
This holy mountain cave is indeed not comparable to the outside world.
Lin Yun had only been practicing here for less than a month, but he had already achieved a breakthrough and reached the realm of the Three Star God Pill.
But thinking about leaving soon, Lin Yun felt reluctant to leave.
But he had to leave anyway. Master would eventually have to go into seclusion. The five-year deadline had always weighed on Lin Yun's heart.
He really hoped that Master could survive this calamity and compete with the Emperor.
Lin Yun stood up and walked slowly in the peach forest. After a while, he reached the depths of the peach forest and stood quietly behind his master.
"Are you leaving?"
Yao Guang put down his pen, looked at Lin Yun and smiled.
"Um."
Lin Yun felt heavy and nodded.
Yao Guang muttered: "Do you know why it is so difficult to practice the Shenxiao Sword Technique?"
"Because the Netherworld Sea has become the place where gods fight and is shattered by the gods, it is no longer possible to absorb enough Netherworld power between heaven and earth." Lin Yun said truthfully, this is what the old man of Netherworld Palace told him.
"It seems that junior brother, I have told you everything."
Yao Guang smiled and said: "Don't go to the Nether Palace this time. Before you leave, I will give you a gift for my master."
Bang!
Before Lin Yun could understand, Yaoguang pointed at Lin Yun's eyebrows.
Boom!
In an instant, countless Netherworld power poured into Lin Yun's body along Yaoguang's fingers, and then rushed towards the Netherworld Flower above Zi Mansion.
The Netherworld Sword Seed glowed brightly, wildly devouring these external Netherworld powers.
Lin Yun was stunned, the master was trying to help him break the Netherworld Sword Seed!
