"Master, what's wrong?"
Seeing Yao Guang stop writing, Lin Yun quickly came over.
"You'd better not look at this sword for now." Yao Guang stopped his pen, sighed, and looked at Lin Yun and said.
"Why?"
Lin Yun was puzzled.
He has always believed that there must be one final sword among the Nine Swords of Freedom, and each sword can extinguish all kinds of freedom, ride on the energy of heaven and earth, travel freely between the human world, dominate the world, and be invincible.
It may be a bit exaggerated to say that he is comparable to others, but with his swordsmanship back then, Nan Di was definitely invincible among his peers!
Now the master took a look and drew all the sword techniques, proving that the ninth sword does exist.
Yao Guang didn't say anything, with a look of deep contemplation in his eyes. After a while, he said: "This last sword overthrew all the previous eight swords. If you look at it now, you may go crazy. He did not leave this last sword in the painting.
He does have his intentions."
"Master, what exactly is this last sword??"
Lin Yun is not as sword-mad as Zhao Yan, but his obsession with swordsmanship is no worse than anyone else.
Xiaoyao Nine Swords, this last sword, he is really curious about!
"There is nothing that has never happened before in the world. It is difficult for me to be free again. After this sword, there will be no free sword in the world!"
Yao Guang saw Lin Yun's persistence, smiled, explained to him, and then sighed softly: "The Southern Emperor was worthy of the name of invincible. This sword technique may have been created casually by him, but when he created the last sword, his state of mind
There have been great changes, causing the ninth sword to be completely incompatible with the artistic conception of the previous eight swords."
Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and the doubt in his eyes became even stronger.
There is nothing in the world, and it is difficult to be free again. What is this sword like? Why is there no more Xiaoyao Sword in the world after it is used?
It’s really hard to guess Nan Di’s thoughts.
"Don't worry about these for now. Master these four swords first... There are nearly 900 variations of these four swords. Only by mastering all the variations can you barely get started." Yao Guang looked at Lin Yun, interrupting his thinking.
"Um."
Lin Yun nodded, then turned and left.
Yao Guang smiled and said: "You kid, did Master tell you to leave?"
Lin Yun scratched his head and said: "Didn't Master ask me to practice swordsmanship? I just defeated the changes, and I wrote them all down."
Yao Guang smiled and said: "Actually, the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao are said to be nine different sword techniques. My master prefers to divide them into three levels. The four swords of Heaven, Earth, Mysterious Desolation can be counted as the first level, Wind, Fire and Thunder.
Ice can be counted as the second level, and the ninth sword can be counted as the third level."
"The second level is different from the first level. Unlike the first level, the four major sword moves are all related to each other. For example, the two characters "Heaven and Earth" can overlap, Xuan and Huang can also transform into each other, and even four ancient characters can be used.
If they are connected in a straight line, they will be endless and endless.”
Lin Yun's eyes lit up. This was the first time he had heard such a statement.
He himself did feel something when fighting against others, especially the words "heaven and earth", which can completely overlap. After overlapping, the heaven and earth will be reversed, and the entire void will be distorted, making the enemy trapped and unable to extricate themselves.
"The difficulty in the second level is that the moves are incoherent, and the four artistic conceptions cannot be coherent, and even restrain each other. Each move exists independently, and there will be more flaws than the first level. But the advantage is also obvious, that is, the power
big!"
Even Master Yaoguang said it was powerful, and Lin Yun couldn't help but feel excited.
"Each of these four swords can be said to be the sword of the king. Nan Di is indeed a genius of all ages. What is freedom, the mysterious wilderness of heaven and earth, wind, fire, thunder and ice, and the freedom of the world are all in these eight swords..."
Yao Guang talked a lot, then paused and said: "So if you practice these four swords as before, I'm afraid it will take a long time, and maybe you can barely achieve it in half a year. This has nothing to do with your swordsmanship talent, even if your understanding is comparable to Nan
Emperor, it won’t be fast for long, there are not many shortcuts to reach the extreme.”
It takes half a year to achieve success. Isn’t this too exaggerated?
Even if Lin Yun has a photographic memory of his sword practice, he can achieve great success in just one try, and the same is true for Tianshui swordsmanship.
"So these four swords, I will use holy objects to help you practice. One chance, whether you can succeed depends on your luck." Yao Guang looked at Lin Yundao with a more solemn expression: "My teacher said that there are no shortcuts to these four swords, so I just
You can use it to extend the passage of time and understand it well."
After Yao Guang finished speaking, he held the pen again. At the same time, several strands of gray hair slowly fell down from Yao Guang's forehead.
Only then did Lin Yun notice that this item turned out to be a sacred weapon. It was also a sacred weapon that was activated by the rules of the holy way. Its power was unmatched by Lin Yun's level.
Unimaginable in the world.
Swish, swish, swish!
Yao Guang held the pen and started writing again. Figures flew out of the scroll under his pen, and each word turned into a sound, echoing between the heaven and the earth.
When Lin Yun was in it, he felt that the world was upside down and the space was distorted.
Everything in the world has become illusory, and time is passing slowly like a long river.
Before he could think about it carefully, Lin Yun felt a murderous intention, and the hazy figures flew towards him.
Lin Yun was forced to pull out the burial flower and face the enemy with his sword.
Clang Clang Clang!
In an instant, he started turning among the many figures. Lin Yun activated his body movements and walked among them, his sword coming out like a dragon.
There seems to be no trace to be found, but if you look carefully, every step he takes, and even every sword strike, is fixed by the figure.
Various figures formed a formation with swords, blocking his way and blocking his sword.
Only by following a fixed route and using fixed sword moves can the sword light in the figure's hand be blocked. However, this sword formation is ever-changing and as fast as starlight. If you are not careful, you will make a mistake.
At first, Lin Yun could keep up, but gradually he couldn't keep up, and the purple and gold dragon patterns on his body were cut off by the sword light.
His clothes were also stained with blood, and his expression became more and more nervous. In the end, all his mind was forced to be immersed in it.
He was breathing rapidly, his heart was beating wildly, his blood was boiling, and he was feeling more nervous than ever before.
So difficult!
Lin Yun had sweat dripping from his forehead, his face was pale, and the sword in his hand kept shining.
Are these sword moves all variations of Xiaoyao Nine Swords?
It’s a bit too much, isn’t it? There are really only 900 variations? I have memorized it a long time ago, but why do I still make mistakes? This shouldn’t happen.
But the reality did not allow Lin Yun to think too much. He was in the midst of such changes and could not stop for a moment.
Time passes, I don’t know how long it has passed.
one day!
Two days!
Three days!
One month, two months, three months... Lin Yun stayed in the formation without eating or drinking, and Yaoguang's writing also never stopped.
Under such terrifying training, Lin Yun's swordsmanship changed a lot, and he could already find the variables in the formation.
No longer as in the beginning, he could only follow a certain fixed routine, and the figures wielding swords also became slower in his eyes.
Lin Yun was unaware of all this, and he did not notice it.
The formation no longer changed with Yao Guang's writing, but with his sword moves. In the end, it was not him resisting the sword formation, but Yao Guang resisting the sword moves he performed.
This period is so mysterious that it cannot be explained in words.
With the repetition day after day, Lin Yun became much thinner, but his eyes became brighter.
At this moment, Yao Guang's hand holding the pen became slower, a happy smile appeared in his eyes, and then he speeded up again.
boom!
In an instant, the aura of Yaoguang Sword Master changed drastically, and he muttered to himself.
An indescribable sword power erupted on him. He picked up the pen and wrote while saying: "I have a sword, like the wind, like the wind that sweeps through the nine heavens and extinguishes all life."
Lin Yun's face suddenly changed, and he saw endless rays of light, which turned into an unimaginably violent wind and struck quickly under Yao Guang's pen.
"wind!"
Lin Yun didn't have time to think, as if instinctively, he yelled wildly and swung his sword.
To be continued...