Chapter 1349 Xiaoyao Nine Swords

When the Qiangwei scroll was taken out of the storage bag, Lin Yun became quite nervous.

He was worried, and his expression showed a rare solemnity.

Lin Yun still remembers how strong the dust sword technique is, where the flowers start and where do I come from.

With a thought, the dust will be scattered, and it will break through the mountains and rivers!

How arrogant!

With this sword, Lin Yun directly crossed the realm, beheading three elders in the Yin-Yang realm of the Purple Mansion.

There is no doubt that Xiaoyao Swordsmanship will inevitably be more powerful, even far surpassing Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords.

But once he opened the picture scroll, Lin Yun didn’t know what he would face. If the ship overturned in the gutter, he would be killed by the sword light in the picture.

The greater possibility is that it is empty and happy, and there is no such thing as the so-called free swordsmanship.

Because Lin Yun had no confidence in his spiritual patterns, he was not as confident as his own swordsmanship.

He became a Saint Profound Master, and the method he used was quite tricky. In Lin Yun’s mind, everything must be down to earth, step by step, steady and steady.

Don’t take it too seriously to gain success by trickery, otherwise you will suffer a big loss sooner or later.

“Let’s take a look, otherwise, go to Sword Sect and find a way to refine your spiritual patterns.”

Lin Yun whispered to himself.

Although his Saint Profound Master has a lot of water, the benefits he can reap are actually surprising.

Just radiating five hundred miles of soul power is enough to make many people envious.

If you can make further progress in spiritual patterns, even if you don’t have a rose scroll as motivation, you can also improve your strength.

Lin Yun’s mind moved slightly, and the scroll in front of him was unfolding leisurely, and the familiar white-spotted tiger jumped out.

To this day, Lin Yun still has pressing pressure in the face of this white-spotted tiger.

He guessed that the white-spotted tiger might be a holy beast, or a divine beast directly, otherwise Shen Yun would not be so scary.

Shenxiao!

The purple mark of Lin Yun’s eyebrows burst into light, and deep in the eyebrow bones, the golden sea of swords boiled, and the sword intent of the gods was released.

His body glowed with golden sword light, and when the tiger was about to pounce, he resisted the pressure.

hiss!

The familiar picture reappeared, and a white palm appeared in front of the tiger. The tiger closed his eyes slightly, his expression soft, sniffing the fragrance of the rose blooming in his palm.

The fragrance of flowers permeated, Lin Yun standing outside the painting seemed to smell the fragrance of the rose.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The screen kept flickering, and the dust sword technique that I had seen before appeared again in front of Lin Yun.

After the demonstration of the dust sword technique was completed, the scenery in the painting collapsed. The sun, moon, mountains and rivers, flowers, trees, and clouds of heaven and earth turned into countless fragments, floating in front of Lin Yun, slowly accumulating in silence.

coming!

Lin Yun’s heart tightened, and Shenxiao’s sword intent keenly sensed an extremely dangerous aura.

“sky!”

Just when Lin Yun was on guard and mobilized for 120,000 points, a voice suddenly rang in his ear.

Puff!

Lin Yun spit out blood, the sword intent of Shenxiao was immediately shaken away, and the light on his body dimmed.

“land!”

Puff!

Lin Yun vomited another mouthful of blood and took three steps back.

“Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, wind, fire and thunder ice!”

After finishing all the eight characters, Lin Yun stepped back a hundred steps, knelt down on one knee, his face pale.

pain!

it hurts!

Lin Yun was holding his head, with a splitting headache and a distorted face. He wanted to mourn but couldn’t make a sound.

The sky and the earth are wild, wind, fire and thunder!

The lingering sound shook in his mind, invaded into the profound palace, shaking.

Lin Yun was so painful that he couldn’t wait to cut his head and catch him all the sounds.

At this moment, the sword intent of the gods, the sacred body of the blue dragon, the fist of the sun and the moon, the sword of the moment, all kinds of methods, all useless, make people collapse to the extreme.

At a critical moment, the natal saint pattern in Lin Yunxuan Palace saved him, and the golden crow saint pattern seemed to come alive.

A wave of Shengwei came slowly.

After a while, the voice that invaded the profound palace and tortured Lin Yun to the point of pain was slowly dissipated by this soul power.

Lin Yun woke up in shock, his eyes became energetic again, and the blurred pictures in the four directions overlapped a little bit, and then gradually became clear.

“I saw it!”

Lin Yun’s eyes lit up and quickly stood up.

He saw the original broken picture and re-bridged it, but the environment completely changed. Countless sacred patterns are intertwined like ink and wash plates, fused into a new picture, unfolding little by little.

“Xiaoyao Nine Swords, a total of nine swords, divided into Heavenly Word Sword Jue, Earth Character Sword Jue, Profound Character Sword Jue, Wild Character Sword Jue… Ice Character Sword Jue.”

Then there was a voice coming out of the painting, ethereal and distant, containing the smell of nothingness.

The sky and the earth are wild, wind, fire and thunder.

Lin Yun silently counted it in her heart. It was obviously eight characters, but she said Xiaoyao Nine Swords. What is the ninth character and what is the ninth sword?

“How many strokes are there in the sky, thirty-six!”

But before he could think about it, on a barren plain in the picture, the Tsing Yi man Nandi held a sword and moved again.

“Tianyi!”

“God two!”

“Day three!”

“Four days!”

…

“Day fifteen!”

He rises up and down, and he is perfectly formed, and he has an indescribable aura.

Between the shots, every sword of the Tsing Yi people seemed to be holding a pen and writing, stroke by stroke, every sword contained great power.

“Thirty-six days!”

After the thirty-six swords were released, the thirty-six sword lights imprinted in the void continued to overlap and accumulate crazily.

In an instant, the sky and the earth faded, and the sun and the moon were dark.

An ancient word for heaven appeared behind the people of Tsing Yi. When the word fell, everything in the world seemed to be surrendered.

Lin Yun was stunned and shocked.

“How many strokes are there…”

Immediately afterwards, the man in Tsing Yi in the picture moved faster and faster, reaching the point where Lin Yun could not see clearly with the blessing of the sword intent of the gods.

Lin Yun couldn’t see clearly, she couldn’t see anything, and everything she saw in her eyes was blurred.

Even the sounds in the paintings are intermittent, ethereal and void.

I can only vaguely see that after all the eight characters of Fenghuo Leibing and Fenghuo Lei Bing appeared, the artistic conception of Xiaoyao was moved to the extreme by the man in Tsing Yi.

If there is divine assistance, if there is heavenly might, every sword will tear the void to pieces. Sword lights crisscross, eight ancient characters shake the dry land, the sun and the moon are reversed, the universe is upside down, the space is distorted and torn apart.

Each of the eight characters contains an unfettered artistic conception, and each artistic conception has a magnificent and mighty, yet heavy lifting.

Is this the Eight Swords of Xiaoyao?

Lin Yun whispered to himself, his eyes were full of admiration, this kind of swordsmanship was so wonderful that people were amazed.

No, this swordsmanship seems to be the nine swords at ease!

Lin Yun remembered clearly that the first thing he heard was Xiaoyao Nine Swords, and there should be one more sword.

Just as Lin Yun was frightened and suspicious, an endless sad voice suddenly rang from the rose’s scroll, an angry shout, tearing the sky apart.

Thousands of visions are scattered all over.

“There is nothing in the world, it’s hard to be happy again!”

Lin Yun’s face changed slightly, and this sudden change made him unexpected.

Moreover, the sword force gathered in the picture became more and more terrifying, which made him panic, and without waiting for the man in Tsing Yi to show it, he quickly reached out.

Wow!

The Qiangwei picture scroll rolled up in an instant, flashed, and fell into his hand.

“so close.”

Lin Yun breathed out lightly, only to feel that his scalp was numb, so if the last sword was used.

I feel that the artistic conception of Nandi remaining in the painting is enough to kill him who is outside the painting.

The first eight characters are clearly filled with romance, urging the artistic conception contained in the word Xiaoyao to an unimaginable limit.

What is Xiaoyao lies in this eight-character sword art.

But the last sword turned out to be happy, endless sadness, endless sadness, endless darkness, and it was depressing and unbearable.

“There is nothing in the world, so it’s hard to be happy again.”

Lin Yun muttered to himself, after reading it several times, he seemed to understand something.

At the same time, he also knew why he felt that this picture scroll would be dangerous when it was opened. The intuition from Jianyi was not wrong, if it weren’t for Xuan Gong’s natal Saint Rune, he might have been dead if he rashly opened the scroll this time.

Fortunately, there was no impulse at the beginning, and it was a bit of a fluke.

Lin Yun collected the picture scroll, sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath while digesting the information he had just felt.

Xiaoyao Nine Swords, or Nine Swords, is actually far more than nine swords.

There are as many as thirty-six swords in just one Heavenly Word Sword Art. Each sword is surprisingly powerful, and each sword has a different artistic conception.

But all are related to the sky, to the happy, happy to the sky, happy to the sword, and happy to the people.

It’s a little pity that Lin Yun’s current spiritual pattern attainments are still too bad, and this Xiaoyao Nine Swords is not complete.

“Come step by step, first practice Heavenly Word Sword Art.”

After Lin Yun opened his eyes, his expression improved a lot, and he also had a decision in his heart.

Lin Yun recalled the scenes he saw in the painting, and at the same time moved the star element, urging the star element to circulate in the meridians according to the obtained sword art mental method.

Seeing that the people in Tsing Yi were able to perform with ease, and when Lin Yun was cultivating on his own, he realized that there were many difficulties.

It’s just the Heavenly Word Sword Art, and the artistic conception in it is also vast. Stepping into it, you can’t get the point and can’t really get started.

It took Lin Yun seven days to reluctantly cultivate this Heavenly Word sword technique to the realm of Xiaocheng.

Thirty-six swords learned eighteen swords, but it was not a small distance from writing a complete word of heaven.

But Lin Yun’s mood was unprecedentedly excited.

After he mastered the sword intent of the gods, the ordinary holy spirit-level swordsmanship would be enough to read it almost once.

A little bit more subtle and complicated, you may just close your eyes and see the time for half a cup of tea, and you will master all the essentials.

But these Xiaoyao Nine Swords were beyond the ordinary, and even Shenxiao’s sword intent could not be fully understood.

After another seven days, Lin Yun trained the Heavenly Sword Art to the twenty-third sword, and then was forced to stop.

Little ice phoenix appeared majestic and majestic riding a blood dragon horse.

“Lin Yun, it’s time to get the Supreme God Pattern.”

Little Bingfeng frowned, and said angrily: “Are you stupid by practicing swordsmanship? You have forgotten what you promised this emperor.”

Lin Yun collected the funeral foil and smiled. The better he was before shaking the sky with the sword.

The other party will open the ban of Holy Sword Peak today, but it is too fascinating to practice this Heavenly Word Sword Art, and it is indeed a bit forgotten.

Lin Yun turned away from the subject: “You just came here, and I just wanted to ask you something.”

“What’s the matter?”

Xiao Bingfeng’s expression was calm, not very interested, she was only interested in the Supreme God Pattern right now.

“How to deal with Qin Cang’s golden keel?”

Lin Yun dug out the opponent’s keel, but how to use it is a big problem.

This thing definitely cannot be given away. No one dares to use it. Once Qin Cang knows it, it will be a big trouble.

But he couldn’t use it himself, if other keels were okay, the attributes of this keel and Canglong’s bone were too different.

Moreover, it contained Qin Cang’s aura, which was difficult to digest completely, and it was definitely not compatible with Lin Yun’s Canglong Saint Body.

“Hey, why don’t you give it to Xiao Hei, it’s still growing up. You can cook, just make a pot of golden keel soup! The holy medicine you gave to the emperor is useless yet, it just happened to be cooked in one pot. It must be delicious!”

Little Bingfeng became more excited as she spoke, her eyes gleaming.

The corner of Lin Yun’s mouth twitched. If Qin Cang knew this, he wouldn’t be so angry.

[Finally, I feel a little bit, and I’ve been writing it these days. Xiaoyao Nine Swords, Supreme Divine Mark, and the altar where the corpse of the gods may be buried, and some pits in the Floating Cloud Sword Sect are quite interesting. In addition, I would like to thank my classmate Xiaowan for the reward of 100,000 aspect coins. I am very touched. I myself have forgotten a little… It is the third anniversary of the first dominion. 】