There are green bamboos standing in the forest, and it is cold and cold. As we move forward, murderous secrets are revealed.
But Lin Yun can no longer look back. There is still a glimmer of hope for him to move forward; if he turns back, he will definitely die.
Unless you master the complete sword intention, it is impossible to decipher the patterns here, let's call them sword patterns for now.
Different from the lines in the Heart Sutra of Time, every line here contains great murderous intent and infinite sword intent.
It's not an exaggeration to call it a sword pattern.
The most terrifying thing is that the sword patterns are superimposed layer by layer, following a certain Taoist rhyme, and are integrated into this vast sword array.
Buried Sword Forest, Buried Sword Forest...
Lin Yun finally understood why this place was called the Sword Burial Forest.
The swordsman, the place where the bones are buried.
There was a reason why Wang Ning didn't dare to come forward without waiting for anyone, even Huangfu Jingxuan.
Like Lin Yun, he has mastery of the sword's will, but he doesn't understand the lines, so whoever comes will die.
Only those like Lin Yun, who have mastered half-step sword intent and have a rough understanding of the patterns, can have a chance of survival.
But step by step, I was still walking on thin ice, not daring to be presumptuous.
The endless murderous intention behind him made him dare not think about it, so he could only bite the bullet and move forward.
Lin Yun said nothing, feeling the sword intent surging around him, and kept condensing his half-step sword intent.
Click, click, click!
The Broken Sword Martial Spirit and the nine chains in his body were appearing and disappearing, shaking violently.
He could clearly feel that as his half-step sword intent grew, the nine ancient chains were loosening little by little.
The half-step sword intention is constantly getting stronger, but it is always a little bit different from the complete sword intention.
It's just a little bit close, as if you can reach out and touch it.
After reaching out, I got a little closer, but still not quite close.
Lin Yun could only bite the bullet and keep walking forward, relying on the huge sword power in the Sword Burial Forest to continue practicing.
Outside the Sword Burial Forest, Li Wuyou looked solemn, even more nervous than Lin Yun.
Unlike Lin Yun, he could clearly see the staggering level of sword intent and murderous intent accumulated behind Lin Yun.
The majestic murderous intention turned into a vast sea of blood, and the sea of blood surged and condensed into various strange phenomena.
It seemed that the next moment, Lin Yun would be swallowed up by this boundless sea of blood.
Above the sea of blood, there are thousands of long swords surging, all made of condensed sword intent. If you touch them, you will die, and there is no possibility of survival.
The gently swaying bamboo forest made a faint sound, like the chanting of swords, murmurs, or someone singing softly.
Li Wuyou didn't know how long Lin Yun could endure such terrible pressure.
It's hard to say whether Lin Yun's sword will be buried in the Sword Burial Forest.
"It's almost, why is it always so close?"
Lin Yun, who was walking on thin ice, followed step by step, frowning, as if he had entered a dead end.
It was a little bit close before, obviously only half a step away. Taking a step, I obviously felt that I had made progress, but I was still a quarter of a step away. If I continued walking, I was still one-eighth of a step, one-sixteenth of a step away...
The distance between him and the complete sword intention is infinitely narrowed, but it seems infinitely far away.
The overwhelming murderous intention and sword intent behind him made him feel confused and his confidence wavered.
Click!
A slight wavering will cause the state of mind to break open and expand infinitely.
Taking another step forward, as soon as he landed, Lin Yun knew something was wrong, and the sword pattern under his feet suddenly exploded.
Whoops!
There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a row of sharp green bamboos, like spears, carrying unparalleled sword intent, surged towards him.
It's over, it was counterattacked by the formation...
Lin Yun's heart tightened. In this forest of buried swords, he was following every step and there was no way he could do it.
Move around.
Behind him is the sky full of murderous intent, on the left and right are endless swords, and in front are murderous arrows. There is no place for him in the sky or on the earth.
Terrible loneliness, a kind of panic of being rejected by heaven and earth, permeated my heart.
Burial Sword Forest is rejecting him!
Burial Sword Forest wants to bury him!
Damn...what's the difference?
Lin Yun was at a loss in his heart. He felt that the strength of his half-step sword intention was not inferior to that of the full sword intention.
But it’s just a little bit worse, just a little bit worse!
At the critical moment of life and death, Lin Yun closed his eyes, and the man in green in the rose scroll appeared in his mind.
Thinking back on every detail of the man in Tsing Yi dancing with his sword, compared with the other party, what exactly is lacking in him?
The picture was changing, and the figure of Ziyuan Sword Master appeared in his mind. The opponent used his remnant soul to suppress the monstrous sea of demons.
Both are swordsmen that he looks up to, both...
Lin Yun suddenly opened his eyes. He found the common ground between the Sword Master Ziyuan and the man in Tsing Yi. He finally knew what was wrong with him.
As soon as he thought about it, Lin Yun suddenly turned around.
The sword force all over his body rose with a roar, facing the murderous intention and endless sword intent without any regard for it.
Even though he has the power to collapse mountains and split seas, break the stars, and cut down the sun and the moon, he is nothing but a swordsman if he does not have the heart of a swordsman.
Swordsmen should be sharp!
What I lack is this sharp edge. Since I live for the sword, why should I, Lin Yun, be afraid of dying for the sword!
The heart is becoming more and more transparent, and the sword power on Lin Yun's body is as clear as crystal.
His slightly confused eyes were full of sharpness and fearlessness at this moment.
Can't turn back? I will turn back!
The heart of a swordsman moves forward indomitably, who else would it be than me?
His heart was pounding and beating non-stop. Lin Yun's expression was stern, his blood was boiling, and a sharp edge emerged. Looking at the vast sea of blood, with endless murderous intent, and flaunting his sword power, Lin Yun took one step forward.
In just an instant, Lin Yun was swallowed up by the sea of blood and buried by the endless sword intent.
"No!"
When Li Wuyou saw this scene, he couldn't help but roared and cursed angrily: "Damn it, what the hell did you build the Sword Burial Forest? I will destroy you!"
Wow!
He saw stars bursting out from the sky, and his eyes were filled with endless anger.
Click, click, click!
I saw him looking crazy, rushing into the Sword Burial Forest, drawing his sword and slashing wildly, and he kept cutting green bamboos one after another.
But the green bamboo seems to be immortal, growing and growing, and it can't be cut down.
boom!
When the sea of blood in the sky and the majestic sword intent were about to completely engulf Lin Yun, his body suddenly bloomed with glaze shining and crystal clear. It was like a beautiful jade, spotless and untouched by rain and dew.
Immediately afterwards, pure and condensed sword intent burst out from him crazily with endless edge.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
This sword intention caused the entire bamboo forest to sway. The green bamboos collided and released a crisp sound like wind chimes, one after another, endlessly.
The sea of blood in the sky and the majestic sword intention dispersed with the wind and disappeared with the wind in the sound of the swaying wind chimes.
Click!
Some of the chains that sealed the Broken Sword's martial spirit came to an abrupt end and were all broken.
A roar from ancient times came through his body, as if a pair of eyes were looking at him from a distance, not angry but powerful.
"Is this... my martial spirit?"
Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked around. The wind was calm and there was neither murderous intent nor sword intent.
Only the pleasant sound of wind chimes, like lights, swaying in various shapes, is intoxicating.
The Burial Sword Forest seems to be a place of testing left by a certain senior.
Before, I could never understand the true meaning of the sword, my confidence was shaken, I was immediately not recognized, and I narrowly escaped death. Once I understood the complete meaning of the sword, I knew that the only thing missing was that sharp edge, and even the sea of blood could not hurt me.
to him.
"Thank you, senior."
Lin Yun sat cross-legged, with his hands clasped together, his expression extremely respectful, and he bent down to salute solemnly.
After getting up, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and sensed it in the air. All the sword patterns had disappeared. Apart from the cold and cold weather, this place was just an ordinary bamboo forest.
"Kill you to death, chop you to death!"
There was a sound of kicking and hissing in his ears. Lin Yun turned around and saw that Li Wuyou was as tired as a dog.
Holding the sword in both hands, he swung it wildly at the air, his face full of anger, and his mouth muttering something.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Yun frowned slightly and cautiously stepped forward to ask.
"Brother, I want to avenge you. There are so many bamboos. Wait until I finish cutting them. Don't let me know which bastard planted them. I have to kill him!"
Li Wuyou answered casually, his face still full of murderous intent, and he was chopping bamboo in the air.
Lin Yun's middle finger on his right hand was bent, and his thumb pressed heavily on the nail. He did not flick his finger to the divine sword, but just made a false finger.
Clang!
With one finger popping out, the complete sword intention suddenly lingered, and a clear and translucent sword chant burst out.
When the strong wind rises, the entire bamboo forest sways with it, and the sound of swaying wind chimes plays a double chorus.
Li Wuyou felt a buzz in his mind and suddenly woke up.
"What am I doing?"
After waking up with a start, he sighed: "My wrist is so sore..."
How can I not feel sour? I swung thousands of swords with all my strength into the air. It would be weird if I didn't feel sour.
"I also want to know what you are doing."
Lin Yun smiled slightly, looked at Li Wuyou, and said softly.
"Brother, are you not dead?"
Li Wuyou suddenly felt like a dream, looked at Lin Yun and said in surprise: "Haha, brother, I saved you! The moment you were swallowed up by the sea of blood, I came in and cut off all the unknown green bamboos. I didn't expect the yin and yang."
You made a mistake, I really saved my brother."
Lin Yun rolled his eyes, pointed in all directions and said, "Just take a look for yourself, I don't want to talk to you."
"What's going on..."
Only then did Li Wuyou notice something strange. There was not a single broken bamboo on the ground. Could it be all an illusion?
In the huge Sword Burial Forest, there were not even half of the green bamboos he had chopped, let alone one.
The blood dragon horse took a step forward, snorted, looked at Li Wuyou with contempt, and walked towards Lin Yun.
Li Wuyou covered his face with his hands and was about to cry without tears. His reputation was completely ruined. What shameful thing did he do? Even the blood dragon horse despised him...
rustle!
Stepping on the bamboo leaves on the ground, Lin Yun led the blood dragon horse and walked towards the depths.
There are many secrets in this place.
The winding path leads to a quiet place, and the road is long and long. After half a stick of incense, Lin Yun saw an ancient bamboo building.
The bamboo building is built next to the water, with a cold pool on one side, filled with mist, making the cold person tremble slightly.
"The cold air of Burial Sword Forest comes from here."
Lin Yun thought thoughtfully, the cold air in this place was somewhat similar to the Yinfeng Stream he had stayed in. It was not as violent as Yinfeng Stream, but the cold air was cold, and the staying power was continuous, making it even better.
"What the hell is this place? It's so cold."
Li Wuyou's voice sounded from behind, and Lin Yun turned around to look.
Seeing Lin Yun's caring eyes for the mentally retarded, Li Wuyou felt a sense of embarrassment and said with a smile: "Brother, come in and take a look."
