Mu Xuankong looked at Lin Yun, his expression changed slightly.
"You can really make trouble. A Xuanwu Holy Blood can cause so many troubles. Even the four new stars on the blacklist were killed by you..." Mu Xuankong said lightly.
Lin Yun smiled embarrassedly, and he couldn't tell whether he was praising or defaming.
"This is a coincidence. I didn't know before I went there, there would be so many troubles..."
"Knowing so much trouble? Do you still have to go and make a desperate move?"
Mu Xuankong glared at him and said lightly.
Lin Yun scratched his head and did not dare to look at Mu Xuankong. He was indeed a little bolder before.
Xiao Bingfeng had already reminded him that he was "betrayed" by Tian Xuan Turtle in the middle and almost capsized the gutter.
"You kid..."
Mu Xuankong couldn't bear to blame Lin Yun after all, and couldn't help laughing, with a hint of helplessness on his face.
After a long time, he said, "Is the sword intent promoted?"
"Well, the sword intent has been promoted."
A hot look flashed in Lin Yun's eyes and he said in a deep voice.
"Your master would be very happy if he knew it!"
Mu Xuankong smiled and said, "Before, my master and I watched you attack the fifth-grade sword intent, I realized that it was still a breath. It was only one breath away, but in fact, many people were stuck at this step.
One card lasts for decades, or even hundreds of years!”
Lin Yun clicked a little, agreeing deeply.
After crossing the tide of sword intent in the sky, the understanding of sword attainments is almost completely different from before.
Who would have thought that a person can control a sword, and a sword can control a person?
This is the real unity of man and sword. The principles during this period cannot be clearly explained, and only after truly mastering them can we understand them.
"By the way, you did a pretty job this time. No matter what, the four new stars on the blacklist died because of you. Especially Jiang Tong, who has been targeted at my Sword Sect since he was expelled from Xuantian Sect, wants to
This is how to make contributions and return to the sect."
Mu Xuankong said with a smile.
"I can't control the matters of killing other sects. I will definitely not ignore the killing of my disciples of the Sword Sect."
Lin Yun smiled casually.
"There are almost two months left, and the ancient battlefield is about to open. You should not run around and stay in Shenxiao Peak at these times."
"Um."
Lin Yun nodded.
This time, his strength has increased a lot. He really needs to digest it well. You can try the ninth sword of the Supreme Dragon Fist and the Xiaoyao Nine Sword.
"Remember to keep the intention of the Sky Sword Constitution confidential first, don't tell anyone!"
Mu Xuankong solemnly reminded.
"Disciple knows."
Lin Yun bowed and said he was leaving.
As Lin Yun walked away, Mu Chuan, who had left before, appeared in the sect hall.
"This kid actually made a breakthrough!"
Mu Chuan's eyes were filled with excitement, and then he sighed: "No wonder I felt a little pressure on him. He was faster than Junior Brother Jian back then. I really saw the hope of reviving the sect in him."
"It's too fast, not necessarily a good thing."
Mu Xuankong shook his head, and a faint look of worry appeared on his face.
"Tianxuanzi?"
Mu Chuan's face was gloomy and he said a name.
Mu Xuankong's face also darkened. Tian Xuanzi looked weak on the outside, but in fact he was decisive in killing and extremely scheming and scheming.
Once he is targeted, there is no good ending.
Twenty years ago, the golden generation of the Sword Sect was almost completely destroyed. Jian Jingtian, who had the hope of revitalizing the sect, was unable to set foot in the Floating Cloud Sword Sect for the rest of his life under the design of the other party.
It was obvious that everything was designed by him, but in the end, the Sword Sect was forced to bow to this person.
Even if another hundred years have passed, Mu Xuankong will find it difficult to let go of that kind of affliction.
"If he dares to use the same method to deal with Lin Yun, I will not want this life anymore and fight against him. The tragedy twenty years ago will never happen to Lin Yun!"
Mu Xuankong said coldly, with a deep obsession in his eyes.
Twenty years ago he chose to give in, but twenty years later, he will never give in.
"Didn't you tell him that Master decided to try to attack the death link?" Muchuan suddenly smelled it.
"Uncle Master is a little anxious... I don't want to distract him from this matter, so it's better not to say it."
"There is no need to worry. Tian Xuanzi has endured it for so long, and no one can predict whether he will attack this ancient battlefield."
"Play things according to the opportunity. I don't care about the struggle between the younger generation. If he dares to turn against him, I will definitely be with him to the end!"
...
After returning to Shenxiao Feiyun Peak, Lin Yun completely calmed down.
On weekdays, I play the flute and practice calligraphy, and then I will observe the ancient dragon stele, or practice the Supreme Dragon Fist, or observe other martial arts to learn from each other.
Playing the flute is to practice the Tianlong Song, and practicing calligraphy is to deduce the ninth sword among the Xiaoyao Nine Swords.
He had a kind of intuition that the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao must have the ninth sword!
Even the master had mastered it. When the master used the pen as a painting to teach him wind, rain, thunder and ice, the last word was almost written out.
But because of some concerns, he still didn't write it out in the end, and Lin Yun felt that he could try it out.
As time passed, the atmosphere of the entire Sword Sect became more and more tense, and the whole body became particularly hardworking, as if facing a great enemy, he did not dare to slack off.
Especially the disciples of the Dragon Vein Realm of each peak have almost tried their best to practice hard.
Even if you can only improve your own strength by one point, you have to spend a lot of effort to try and never give up any opportunities.
The arrival of the ancient battlefield made everyone feel a lot of pressure.
no way!
In the past, the Sword Sect lost too badly. In recent years, the Sword Sect’s strength has declined because there is no gain in the Ancient Battlefield.
Especially twenty years ago, Jian Jingtian led the Golden Generation of the Sword Sect, and was preparing to do a big battle but was directly destroyed.
On the contrary, the Xuantian Sect relied on the benefits gained from the ancient battlefield and the existence of Tianxuanzi, the foundation and strength soared.
Over the years, there has been a tendency to surpass the sword sect!
The Sword Sect was so angry that it was too high to kick it up, and even the Yaoguang Sword Saint felt great pressure and was in a very passive situation.
A very simple truth is that if the Sword Sect in the Ancient Battlefield does not say that it defeats Xuantian Sect, it is enough that it can be equal to Xuantian Sect.
For Yaoguang, his pressure will be much less, and his tribulation will become extremely calm.
Not as good as now, the entire Sword Sect is basically supported by Yaoguang Sword Saint.
It has been twenty years since the disciples of the Sword Sect are now holding their breath and want to vent their anger in the ancient battlefield.
With such a tense atmosphere, the days when the ancient battlefield was about to begin, and the entire Sword Sect became extremely quiet.
This silence is like a prelude to the coming of a storm.
Everyone knows that the ancient battlefield is not a grand event in Tianchi, nor is it a competition among sects. There are both distinctions between superiors and inferiors, and life and death.
Every opportunity is accompanied by endless killing!
Anyone who is not careful will die and die.
Except for Xuantian Sect, the masters of other sects are not good at it. Not to mention the ancient monsters that exist inside, they are monsters that are far more terrifying than monsters.
...
Feiyun Peak, in the attic beside Linghu Lake.
Lin Yun was practicing the words in front of the window. Looking out the window, he saw a rugged lake with a wide view and fresh air here.
The world is mysterious and deserted, wind, rain, thunder and ice!
There are many white papers scattered in the entire study, and all of them are written on them are these eight words. Lin Yun is practicing both writing and sword.
Using the pen as a sword, splashing ink and asking.
Every time he writes, Lin Yun will be much more skilled in Xiaoyao Nine Swords. He also vaguely has some understanding of Xiaoyao Nine Swords.
There is nothing in the world, and it is difficult to be free anymore. This sword must be far beyond the previous eight swords.
After this sword, there will be no Xiaoyao Sword in the world.
It is very likely that this sword will overturn all the artistic conception of the eight swords ahead, which contains an unimaginable sadness.
But after careful insight, you can vaguely detect that this sword seems sad and helpless, but it also contains greater freedom.
It's a kind of courage!
The true freedom of transcending the mysterious world of heaven and earth, wind, rain, thunder and ice.
"Master is afraid that he will teach me this sword in advance? He can't learn the eight swords in front, so he didn't teach me?"
Lin Yun held the brush and seemed to understand something.
Buzz!
At this moment, Lin Yun frowned slightly, and a slight fluctuation appeared on Feiyun Peak, and someone broke in.
wrong!
It wasn't that the person who broke in, it was Feiyunfeng's ban that did not trigger this person, was it the elder of the sect or...spy?
Buzzing!
A stream of powerful murderous intent shrouded, and the entire attic trembled uncontrollably, and the ink on the table in front of Lin Yun was jumping.
Without giving Lin Yun too much time to think, a black shadow appeared from the lake, carrying an extremely terrifying murderous aura towards the attic.
As the other party approached, the restriction was arranged in the attic and was torn apart.
A very domineering sword rushes out from the opponent's body, and the broken spiritual patterns in the attic turn into messy light and keep flying out.
So strong!
If the other party really gets closer, the entire attic ban will probably be completely destroyed, and the attic will collapse.
"sky."
Lin Yun was neither too fast nor too slow, and lowered his head and wrote the word "天" on the paper.
boom!
The power of the thirty-sixth level of heaven fell, and the restriction that the attic was about to collapse was instantly stabilized, as majestic as mountains and rivers, and was still in the wind and rain.
"land!"
As Lin Yun wrote one stroke after another, the pieces of paper scattered in the room made a sound and flew out.
The paper flying out carries ancient characters, each of which seems to have lived since ancient times, like snowflakes falling around the people.
clang clang clang!
The visitor drew out a sword, which was as dazzling as the sun, and each sword was majestic and grand.
The white paper shining with light was split in half and then fell softly. The person was as imposing as a rainbow, but his steps were finally blocked.
boom!
The visitor swung his sword on the lake, and a huge fireball fell towards the attic.
"mysterious!"
After writing the word Xuan, the attic shines brightly and bounces the fireball back directly.
Click!
The man in black on the lake was not panicked at all. With a backhand sword, he split the light of the big sun sword that was released directly in half.
He sang and advanced rapidly, as if a geese rushed towards the window.
"shortage!"
Lin Yun smiled and the last stroke fell.
Swish!
A wave of corrosiveness was released, and the sword force on the body was constantly corroded like a terrifying person.
When I reached the window, my sword was gone.
Lin Yun lay back and just sat on the chair. He creaked, and leaned back to the chair, and the chair retreated ten meters, just avoiding the sword attacked by the other party.
The visitor stood on the desk, and four pieces of white paper slowly floated up, between him and Lin Yun.
"What kind of sword technique is this? Master Yaoguang taught you?"
The visitor looked at the four words "Xiangdi" and asked at Lin Yun.
"So that's it."
Lin Yun thought about it and said truthfully.
The swordsmanship was left by Emperor Nan, but the master was the one who really allowed Lin Yun to quickly master it and understand the essence of it.
Especially the last four words, it activates the holy objects, reverses time and space, and consumes some life span.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
The color in the eyes of the visitor is quite interesting.
"You seem to be murderous, but in fact you don't have any murderous intent. You are also a swordsman. You should know that the swordsman is the most sensitive to murderous intent." Lin Yun smiled, then paused and said relaxedly: "What's more important is me.
I've guessed your identity."
"Disciple Yaoguang, indeed extraordinary."
The person who came smiled and took off his cover.
really.
Lin Yun glanced at him and smiled on his face. It was indeed the person he guessed.