Coupled with the vision of purple kites blooming on the Qingxiao tree, and Lin Yun's immortal sword control, it was his own three heaven-cutting swords.
Each of these three swords is comparable to or even surpasses the power of the overlord-level creation martial arts, and as his sword intention improves, it can go even further.
Advanced martial arts are extremely rare even in that great world. In addition to super sects, if other forces want to find them, they need not only financial resources and resources, but also a chance.
In this road to heaven, perhaps only those in higher realms possess advanced martial arts.
If Lin Yun remembers correctly, the threshold for advanced martial arts is extremely high. You have to reach at least the peak of the first level of Tianpo, or even the second level of Tianso before you can have no worries.
Otherwise, if you practice rashly, you will go crazy and become crippled before you can hurt yourself.
For example, in the vision of purple kites blooming on the Qingxiao tree, he could clearly feel the majestic power contained in it. However, he did not dare to vent it all. He had not reached the realm and could not use power that did not belong to him, otherwise
It will definitely stretch your body.
"There are still two days left of the seven-day appointment, which is enough."
Lin Yun put the jade slip away and whispered to himself.
As a top-notch high-grade creation-level swordsmanship, logically speaking, it cannot be practiced in two days. If you are less qualified, it is very likely that it will take several months or even half a year.
But for Lin Yun, he has been meditating for a long time, and he can achieve a small or even a great success at any time. But he has never been able to understand the true meaning. Now he has not only comprehended the true meaning, but also integrated his own insights.
Once you practice it, you will definitely become more comfortable.
After ten years of hard training, one day of enlightenment is a similar principle.
Lin Yun first practices Thunder Cocoon, which is the tenth sword of the Thirteen Swords of Qingxiao. He needs to condense the sword intention of wind and thunder into mist, and then condense it into silk. It takes extremely powerful sword intention to have such delicate control.
With his peak and perfect psychic sword intention, it is naturally more than enough and does not require much effort.
After several attempts, the vast sword intent contained in the depths of Lin Yun's eyes was filled with mist. His clear and bright eyes, shrouded in this mist, were like blurred stars in the night, dazzling and very eye-catching.
Close, but separated by an endless distance.
"sword!"
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and grabbed the funeral flower from its sheath, holding it tightly in his palm.
The one hundred and eight branches of the Qingxiao Sacred Tree in Zifu, which only had a trunk, were broken by one-third. Under the stimulation of the two sword techniques, the broken branches instantly melted into the vast and incomparable wind and thunder sword energy, waiting for infusion
On the body of the Burying Flower Sword, the light suddenly burst out.
The dazzling lightning made the underground martial arts arena shine brightly, and there were dazzling lightning everywhere.
The sword in his hand is like a thundering sun, making people dare not look directly at it.
Feeling the majestic power contained in the sword, Lin Yun looked calm and calm, and whispered softly: "Wind."
The wind sword energy in the wind and thunder sword energy exploded instantly, tearing the thunder power into pieces. At the same time, Lin Yun's immortal sword intention was sacrificed. Let the broken thunder light be broken but not scattered, with the sword intention
Condens it further.
boom!
When he swung his sword, the wind and thunder sword energy turned into a heavy fog, filling the entire underground martial arts arena in just one breath.
"The sword energy is as silky as silk!"
At the most critical step, Lin Yun's expression became more solemn than ever before, and the immortal sword intention continued to surge wildly. The mist continued to compress and condense, and soon condensed into a beam of lightning as thick as a finger. When the sword intention reached the level of spiritual communication, it was condensed.
It is a hundred-foot-long thunder sword wire.
The purple sword thread is as thin as long hair and almost transparent. It only appears when the light shines, existing like a phantom.
Buzz!
The sword wire moved slightly, and the silk string was played like a piano string. A lot of dust exploded in the air. Its sharpness could cut even the tiny dust particles invisible to the naked eye.
Lin Yun took in a breath of cold air and felt a chill on his back.
, if the enemy has such means.
Even if he has the sword intention to protect his body, he is somewhat unable to defend against it, and he will be cut into several pieces if he is not careful.
horrible.
call out!
The mist dissipated, and the sword silk, which was hundreds of feet long, rotated continuously and finally condensed into a thunder cocoon the size of a small fingernail.
The thunder cocoon is like a firefly, emitting a faint purple light, which is very beautiful.
Sword silk.
Thunder cocoon.
This move was finally completed, and Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
Bang!
But in this moment of distraction, the thunder cocoon exploded out of control, and the lightning flashed away.
Phew!
Lin Yun didn't even have time to dodge. Before he understood what was going on, he was instantly knocked away by the aftermath and spat out a mouthful of blood.
When he got up, his head was still buzzing and his chest and ribs ached.
"How many times?"
Lin Yun had a wry smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with ecstasy.
He never liked to follow the old path of his predecessors when practicing swordsmanship. He had to at least understand the true meaning. There would always be some unexpected situations.
For example, the explosion of the thunder cocoon in front of him caught him off guard. If his body was weak, he might be killed directly.
"Sword silk, thunder cocoon...that's it."
Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and he understood the real threat of this move. The sword wire was thinner than a hair, but it was terrifyingly sharp. It might penetrate into the opponent's body without even the slightest pain.
But when it is condensed into a thunder cocoon in the opponent's body, even the gods cannot survive.
"I used about 30% of my strength, and I could only condense one strand of sword silk, and it was only a hundred feet long. If I used all my strength, and after the vision of the basic double sword art, I should be able to condense four or five strands, each strand is about
It can reach three hundred feet."
Lin Yun's thoughts were like lightning, and he was calculating quickly in his mind.
Three hundred feet is one thousand meters. Within a thousand meters, as long as one thunder cocoon is planted on the opponent. Even the leader of the first level of Tianpo realm will die instantly. If the opponent is strong enough, then five thunder cocoons will be planted.
Plant them all.
If you want to avoid my move, you have to either crush me directly or be faster than my sword.
The sword wire is too thin and too sharp. Anyone who can block or directly destroy it will not be far away from crushing me.
But if you want to crush me, you must at least be in the second level of Tianso, and activate the two seven seas at the same time. Just with that kind of pressure, it is difficult for me to even draw my sword.
However, this is the road to heaven, and the most indispensable thing is genius. It is difficult to ensure that there are no evil monsters in those high realms.
"You still have to work hard. You must practice all three swords to cut the sky."
Lin Yun calmed down, recovered his thoughts, and began to practice the second sword of the Three Heaven-Destroying Swords, Qinglian.
Green lotus, wind and thunder are like rain, sword energy is like a lake, and fallen leaves become lotus.
If the thunder cocoon is so exquisite that it makes people shudder, then the green lotus is a kind of grandeur. It pursues an ethereal but grand image, with flowing water and flowers blooming, and an eternity in an instant.
"Senior Jian Wuya, what kind of existence is he?"
Lin Yun savored the image of this move carefully. This senior had such an amazing swordsmanship at a glance, and he felt deeply his own insignificance.
After practicing the thunder cocoon, Lin Yun came back to practice the green lotus. It felt more or less natural and not so obscure.
Half a day later.
In this huge martial arts arena, it suddenly began to rain, and the rainwater quickly accumulated into a lake. Every drop of rain and dew contained the ultimate wind and thunder sword energy, and was transparent and colorless. This lake, which is a hundred feet square, is all formed by the accumulation of rain and dew.
It looks as clear as a mirror and peaceful.
"Baizhang..."
Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and said softly: "A hundred feet should be my limit. This move consumes too much real energy and requires a very high mental state. If I don't have the heart,
Energy realm, this lake containing vast sword energy will swallow me up first."
He stood up slowly, and the ethereal lake with a hundred-foot-long scenery disappeared in an instant. Even Lin Yun could only last for such a moment, and he would suck it dry over time.
In other words, I want to swing my sword out of its sheath at this moment, and let the water flow and the flowers bloom, and the moment will last forever.
And I can't be impatient. I have to have an ethereal heart and wait for the leaves to fall into lotus. But the lake water can only last for a moment, and the leaves must fall very slowly. The two themselves are relatively contradictory.
If he only cultivated to Xiaocheng, it would be very simple. It would be enough to keep the lake water only ten feet in size. But obviously, Qinglian, who is Xiaocheng, cannot understand the imagery and cannot reach the level of Senior Jian Wuya.
A spirit.
In the jade slip, Jian Wuya, a senior, was a vast green lake back then, with fallen leaves turning into lotuses. The flowing water and flowers bloomed, and in an instant, the light of that sword was brighter than the stars in the sky and lingered for a long time.
"Senior Jian Wuya, you are really trying to make things difficult for others."
Lin Yun's face was calm, and he didn't have much bitterness. On the contrary, he really enjoyed this kind of challenge.
He is also convinced that he can definitely do it. These three swords are no longer the Thirteen Swords of Qingxiao, but his own Three Heaven-Destroying Swords.
On the Qingxiao tree, purple kites bloom.
Lin Yun closed his eyes, and the Qingxiao Sacred Tree appeared behind him. Purple petals on the tree branches were dotted like fallen leaves. With this Qinglian sword, what he dropped would not be Qingxiao leaves, but purple kites.
Petals, hundreds of petals condensed from the Thirteenth Level Purple Kite Sword Technique.
The wind and thunder are like rain, and the sword energy is like a lake!
In almost a breath, a hundred-foot-wide lake appeared at Lin Yun's feet, as clear and transparent as smooth as a mirror.
The Qingxiao God tree stands in the middle of the lake, on the branches of the tree. The purple petals reveal a hint of chill, but are not enchanting.
Under the tree, Lin Yun was dressed in a green shirt, his eyes were closed, and his long hair floated in the breeze. There was no murderous intention on his body, let alone any edge. He was like an immortal who had fallen from the mortal world, with all his beauty washed away.
Simple and unpretentious.
But his smooth and white palm, as smooth as jade, finally grasped the hilt of the sword.
The name of the sword is Burial of Flowers!
The duckweeds of half a lifetime are gone with the water, and the famous flowers are buried in a night of cold rain. The soul is like the willow cotton blowing to pieces. You go and I stay, for two autumns.
Lin Yun opened his eyes, his eyes were misty, and in an instant, the wind came silently.
The water in the lake started to flow, and the petals on the trees fell like fallen leaves. I don't know when they fell on the lake and turned into lotus flowers blooming, just like the legendary catkins that turn into duckweed when they enter the water.
The wind and thunder sword energy fell again like raindrops, and in the strong wind and heavy rain, the fallen leaves on the trees kept falling.
It seems to wither, but also seems to be reborn. At the moment of death, it turns into a lotus and blooms.
In the ethereal and grand vision, Lin Yun held the funeral flower in his hand and swung his sword.
Boom!
The entire underground space shook violently, and the ancient restrictions in the stone wall suffered a huge impact. Countless rocks peeled off, and cracks spread.
The impact spread instantly, and the entire Colossus Square in Thunder Fire City shook violently.
One after another, stone buildings and palaces collapsed instantly in the violent fluctuations, causing a shocking wave.
The ancient restrictions blocked the explosive power of the sword, but the sword light penetrated through the ground.
Wow!
The light bursting out from the ground illuminated every piece of rubble in the night. The ancient and magnificent dragon statue was even covered with a layer of dazzling sacred light, making the sky of the entire Thunder Fire City shine brightly.
.
"Oh my god, what the hell is going on?"
"Is the Dragon Colossus alive?"
"Is there a strange treasure about to be discovered underground in Dragon City?"
At this moment, the entire Thunder Fire City was shocked. Countless figures rose across the sky, and they were all dumbfounded. They were directly shocked by this terrifying vision.
