Thousands of years ago, he ruled the entire ancient region of Nanhua. He was the only one who ruled with the sword, and no one dared to disobey him.
It is said that this is a sect that has existed for a long time. It has been inherited for a long time and is difficult to trace back. Just relying on some existing relics, we can see some clues. This was a once extremely glorious sect with countless glory.
history.
But for some unknown reason, the Big Mac was destroyed in a catastrophe.
The Sword Sect is not an ancient sect. It was destroyed thousands of years ago. Normally speaking, there should be some fragments left behind. But the fact is that no one knows how the overlord of the Southern Territory perished.
of.
Even the Tianjian Sect, which owns part of the inheritance, has no records in this regard, and now the top leaders of the nine overlords are keeping it secret.
It always feels like there are some elements of conspiracy and trickery, and the truth is always only in the hands of a small number of people.
But no matter what, once the secret realm of the Sword Sect is born, it will definitely attract the leaders of the family to flock to it. Especially swordsmen, once they encounter it, they would rather die in it than miss it.
The Sword Sect, established with the sword, naturally has an unparalleled kendo inheritance. As long as you find a scale claw, it will be a great blessing, and your kendo cultivation will skyrocket.
Every time the Secret Realm of the Sword Sect is born, there will be a grand gathering, and the leaders from all over Tianling City will come here to gather.
If the leaders of other cities are not far away, they will come here to join in the fun. The secret realm is still quite attractive.
At this moment, in the Chen Mansion in Tianling City.
Two brothers, Chen Ziyu and Chen Xiong, stood on the tall building in the courtyard, looking at the sword light rising into the sky from the Tianling Mountains in the distance, their eyes burning.
"Brother, looking at the sword light, I'm afraid that the secret realm will be fully opened in two days." Chen Xiong looked extremely excited in his eyes and said: "Brother, you came back at the right time this time. With your strength, among them, the heaven and earth
The treasures and martial arts inheritance must not belong to my Chen family. When the three overlords come to recruit people, they will trample all the other rookies under their feet!"
Although the forces and individuals represented by the seven rookies are deeply hostile to Lin Yun, their competition with each other is also extremely fierce.
After all, no one wants to be side by side with others.
Seven beauties of Tianling? Wouldn’t it be better if only one stands out?
Chen Ziyu remained silent. His eyes fell on Chen Xiong and he said, "I heard that you lost miserably at the hands of that person at the death auction?"
When Chen Xiong heard this, the smile on his face suddenly faded, and he lowered his head and said nothing.
Not only was it miserable, he and Yang Yunpeng of the Xiaoyun Sect were the most miserable during the turmoil at the auction that day. They were kneeling on the ground at the same time, unable to move, and they were extremely humiliated.
"It's true."
Chen Xiong gritted his teeth and whispered.
"What is that man's cultivation and strength?" Chen Ziyu looked grim. He had heard about the turmoil, but wanted to hear what Chen Xiong had to say in person.
"The cultivation level is very low, but it is only at the peak of the Yangxuan Realm, but with sword intent, it has reached the appalling level of innate perfection."
Chen Xiong found it difficult to speak. Although the opponent's sword intention was exaggeratedly strong, he was defeated by the opponent with just one sword strike.
It's so shameful and humiliating, I'm really ashamed to say it.
"This man must die, otherwise Your Highness Youruo's anger will remain unabated, and we will not be able to reap the fruits of his anger."
Chen Ziyu said lightly, with a cold light surging in his eyes, and a flash of obliteration.
"Brother, are the rumors true?"
Chen Xiong said in surprise that he heard that his eldest brother and Chu Muyan visited Qing Ruoyou together but were rejected.
Chen Ziyu didn't speak, just nodded slightly with an expressionless face.
"No way. Although Your Highness Youruo is extremely graceful and beautiful, given your talent, there is no need to be so concerned about her..."
Chen Xiong said in a weak voice, when he wanted to.
Qing Ruoyou has a high status and is regarded as the little princess of Ziyue Cave. Naturally, they are not worthy of carrying her shoes. But the eldest brother is also a best among people, with great talents. In the future, he will have a chance to be on par with Qing Ruoyou.
Chen Ziyu glanced at him coldly and shouted coldly: "What do you know? In terms of martial arts talent, she is beyond my reach. What's more, she is the daughter of the previous generation Ziyue Cave Master. I really thought that she was regarded as a little princess.
Because of her beauty."
"His father has not appeared in the world these years, but it is rumored that he is a rare and powerful Xingjun in the ancient Nanhua region. Chu Muyan and I both want to join Ziyue Cave Heaven and get the guidance of Xingjun."
Chen Xiong took a breath of air, completely unexpected that his father turned out to be a powerful Star Lord.
No wonder she was always aloof, and even endured the robbery of the Zi Yao Divine Stone at the death auction. With her arrogance, she really couldn't take action against Lin Yun.
"Hmph, even if Qing Ruoyou hadn't been there and he had humiliated you in public and broken my Chen Family's Xuanyin Bell, I would still have to kill him!"
Chen Ziyu's expression was stern, and the cold light in his eyes was frighteningly cold.
There was a faint chill surrounding him from beginning to end, and it looked like there was a thin layer of cold mist lingering around him. At a glance, it felt like falling into an ice cave, as if his soul had been frozen.
This is a vision that can only be obtained by practicing the Han Stele Art of the Chen family to an extremely advanced level.
"But now that the seven rookies have gathered in Tianling City, Ouyang Hao and others have made bold statements one after another. I'm afraid they have been scared away. Moreover, this kid's sword intent is indeed terrifyingly strong, and he can be called a monster!"
Recalling the battle with Lin Yun that day, Chen Xiong was still terrified.
"Innate swordsmanship, unparalleled sharpness, fearless in life and death. But he is not invincible. Otherwise, Nangong Wanyu would not only be ranked in the top ten at the last dragon feast. At least he should have a place among the three little kings, but he is not
No."
Chen Ziyu looked calm and said calmly: "Your vision is still too low. There are ways to deal with it."
Chen Xiong had doubts in his mind, but Lin Yun's fierce sword intent during the fight that day made his scalp numb just thinking about it.
Is there really a way to cope?
But since it was the eldest brother who spoke, it must be true, and he didn't dare to answer.
"As for scaring them away? Don't worry, these people who come out of the barren land are humble and insignificant. They are all ruthless people who put their heads on their belts. They are ready to die at any time and will not miss any opportunities. This is especially true for swordsmen.
, when he encounters the relics of the Sword Sect, he would rather lose his life than be scared away, otherwise, it will go against his original intention, and sooner or later he will become a demon in his heart."
Chen Ziyu is dressed in purple, with outstanding appearance and extraordinary bearing in the night.
It was difficult for Chen Xiong to understand his words.
But this is also the reason why Chen Xiong is just an ordinary leader, while Chen Ziyu is a monstrous rookie, with different horizons.
"Swordsmen like this, once they rise, will be the pride of heaven. It's a pity that they met me, Chen Ziyu... In the past few years, I have killed all the swordsmen who are more arrogant than him. Anyone who dares to humiliate my Chen family will be considered dead."
It’s easier on him!”
Chen Ziyu's tone was calm, as if he was just saying something minor.
Trivial things.
This kind of situation makes it appear unpredictable in the night and makes people look up to it.
Chen Xiong beside him felt his blood boiling, as if he had seen Lin Yun being trampled under his feet and severely humiliated.
…
Outside Yanlong Ridge, in a valley.
There was a strong wind howling non-stop, thunder in the wind, and lightning flashes tearing the sky apart from time to time.
In that valley, Lin Yun was sitting cross-legged, with nine electric lights all over his body that were as ferocious as a thunder python that kept swimming around, shrouding him in bright electric lights.
call out!
When Lin Yun opened his eyes, the power of wind and thunder that caused the heaven and earth to create strange phenomena dissipated instantly.
It is as if the young man can control this majestic and domineering vision of heaven and earth with just a breath, and he can control it as he pleases.
Lin Yun slowly stood up and threw away the five-sharp thunder crystal in his palm that had exhausted its spiritual energy.
He had been here for ten days, refining the five-sharp thunder crystal, and the Nine Transformations of Canglong advanced rapidly. When the last five-sharp thunder crystal in his hand was refined, the dragon pattern on his body changed from five to nine.
Nine ancient and thick dragon patterns are entangled on the body, like ferocious dragons, with terrifying and intimidating power.
He is not a tall and strong man, but his seemingly thin body hides a vast and wanton power of a blue dragon, which even overflows from his body. When he walks a little, there is a faint jade glow in the pores all over his body, and between his steps,
It was as if there was a holy light lingering around.
As holy and agile as jade, and as unbridled as the ocean, raising one's hands and feet is the power of a blue dragon that shakes the heavens and the earth.
This is the current Lin Yun, the transformation brought about by the transformation of Canglong after his ninth transformation and 40% transformation.
In addition, his cultivation, which has always been difficult to improve, has also reached the peak of the Yangxuan Realm. It is like a full spiritual pool. After many times of precipitation and condensation, its foundation is so solid that it is as hard to shake as a majestic mountain range and cannot be condensed anymore.
There is only one opportunity left, and you can reach the peak of Yangxuan Realm at any time, and your strength will skyrocket again.
Lin Yun's eyes were as bright as lightning as he looked into the distance.
At the end of the field of vision, the sword light seen two days ago became more and more brilliant, and the crack opened by it in the void was quite obvious. It could be vaguely seen with the naked eye, and the crack seemed to lead to a certain place.
Mysterious little world.
If not, you can still see a lot of black evil aura, taking the opportunity to spread out as the cracks expand.
"The secret realm?"
Lin Yun came to Leizhou just to explore the secret realm of the Sword Sect and improve his swordsmanship.
Speaking of which, his hegemonic sword inheritance sword sect has a long history. Due to emotions and reasons, it is necessary to go there.
only……
He had offended all the leading families and the largest sect in Tianling City, so he could guess what would be waiting for him without even thinking.
The majestic and stretching Tianling Mountain is full of endless temptation, but it is like a ferocious giant tiger holding the sky, revealing its cold fangs and opening its huge mouth.
If you go here, you will have a narrow escape from death.
But Lin Yun had to go, and there was no reason to be afraid. He asked himself that as long as no senior master broke the rules, even if the Seven Beauties of Tianling gathered together, the sword in his hand could still cut a bloody path.
What's more, he is a swordsman who dances on the tip of the sword. His innate sword spirit must be sharpened in life and death. Only in this way can he hone the sharpest cold light, and only when he draws the sword can he be amazed by the bright light in all directions.
