The first thousand five hundred and fifty-two chapters of Huizong

Looking at the burial sword hanging in the air, Lin Yun showed a strange color in his eyes.

In the past, he could recall the sword or throw it out, but these were all controlled by Long Yuan.

And most of the time, you can only communicate directly, and there are not many changes.

This is like taking something from the air, there is a stone in the distance, and then it is recalled to the hand by urging Long Yuan or Xing Yuan.

It’s just that the Foil Burial is more tacitly compatible with him, and it also has aura itself, and can be manipulated in the air at will in many cases.

But right now the situation seemed quite mysterious, he didn’t have Long Yuan, just urged the sword intent.

The foil burial sword can be manipulated by him in the air, releasing a bright light, and bursts of sharp and unmatched aura burst from it.

The air is trembling, and if someone is here, they will feel a great deal of pressure.

Huh!

Lin Yun moved slightly in his mind, and the burial sword was like a stream of light, rushing to a thousand meters away in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh whoosh!

Lin Yun stood in place, not moving, the sword light staggered back and forth in front of him.

Click!

The air was torn apart by sword light like a picture scroll, and the power of the sky sword intent was undoubtedly revealed. He tried it, and under the control of the air, the sword could fly ten miles.

Ten miles away, the blade wrapped around the blade was obviously much weaker.

What’s even more amazing is that the sword is like Lin Yun’s eyes, and everything it can see can clearly manifest in Lin Yun’s mind.

It’s not simply manifesting, but it’s really like seeing with the eyes, it’s very magical.

“That’s OK?”

Astonishment flashed in Lin Yun’s eyes, he was immediately filled with ecstasy.

Man is the sky, the sword is the sky, and the man and the sword are one!

The thoughts in Lin Yun’s mind are like electricity, and he has a deeper understanding of these six words.

Sword Intent has reached this state, the sword is not only a weapon, in addition to killing people, it is already a part of kendo.

Speaking of Xuan’ao, if you simply understand it, the sword is already part of Lin Yun’s body.

The sword that flew out was like the hand that Lin Yun stretched out, like an arm’s command, this is the real like an arm’s command.

The distance the sword can fly represents the extension of Lin Yun’s body.

“return!”

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and the sword flew back from a distance.

His gaze was fixed on the body of the sword, just the imperial sword, and apart from relying on the sky sword intent to crush the opponent, he didn’t seem to have much special features.

If you encounter someone who can resist the sword intent of the sky, it is not that simple to kill the enemy with the sword.

Lin Yun thought of a certain key, the sword intent of the sky is so difficult to comprehend, the two words of man as a sword and sky as the sky may have a deeper understanding.

The sword that flew out should also be able to use swordsmanship, because the sky is originally one.

Huh!

Lin Yun’s heart moved slightly, and the sword in his hand flew out again.

“The sea of clouds is boundless!”

The sword was ten miles away from Lin Yun, and Lin Yun stayed still, performing the first move of the Tianshui sword technique.

Sword energy spread from the burial sword, and in the blink of an eye there were seven or forty-nine sword lights, which spread out like a sea of clouds.

The artistic conception of swordsmanship is flawless.

“Sure enough.”

Lin Yun’s pupils shrank abruptly, and within ten miles, everything was full of sword light, a sea of clouds, boundless.

Tianshui asks the moon!

Lin Yun still stood in place, and he pointed to it as a sword, and displayed the second sword of Tianshui Sword Art.

boom!

The clouds dispersed, a lake emerged at the feet of Lin Yun, the moon was high in the water, the burial sword in the distance seemed to be held by someone, and the artistic conception in the sword still appeared flawlessly.

Tianxin picks the moon!

Jian Qiyun deep!

Tianxin yoyo!

Above the clouds!

Lin Yun moved faster and faster, and the burial sword trembling in the air was also fast enough to make people dazzle.

The people who looked at the endless sword light were dazzled, and all kinds of artistic conceptions were in full bloom on the funeral flower and Lin Yun at the same time, and they continued to overlap within ten miles of this radius.

With such consolidation in a few blinks, Lin Yun showed the Tianshui sword technique in one breath.

Lin Yun stood in the same place, like a fairy dancing, burial flowers flying, Qingying Wushuang.

“That’s it, that’s it…”

Lin Yun didn’t move, he only felt that his kendo attainments had reached an unprecedented level of horror.

Master once said that we must figure out whether the man is the sword or the sword is the man.

He got it!

A man can be a sword, and a sword can also be a man. Man is the sky, the sword is the dome, and the sky is originally one.

I didn’t understand it before, but now Lin Yun finally understands, this is the real harmony of humans and swords.

He raised his head to look at the funeral flower, hum, the funeral flower gleamed, and he was also looking at him.

At this moment, Lin Yun saw himself, he saw himself in the eyes of Funeral Flower. Wearing a green shirt, carrying a sword box on his back, his facial features are delicate, and the purple mark between his eyebrows is particularly eye-catching, like a fairy or a demon.

return!

A power came from the sword, and Lin Yun’s body was uncontrollable, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards the funeral flower.

Huh!

Lin Yun held the funeral flower, at this moment, the sword and the man became one. It wasn’t that Lin Yun recruited the funeral tricks, but the funeral flower recruited Lin Yun to use his sword to impose a man!

boom!

When the five fingers held the hilt of the sword, Lin Yun’s mind exploded, and he felt a puff of blood flowing into the sword body continuously along the palm of his palm.

Hiss!

With the infusion of blood, the surface of the Foil Burial Sword seemed to be slowly melting, revealing its true face.

boom!

As the ice melted, the blade of the Foil Burial Sword became extremely dazzling, and an unprecedented edge bloomed on the body of the sword.

The funeral flower is reborn, as if it is cutting its edge!

At the same time, there are still strands of sacred patterns, unfolding like branches and leaves.

When the ice completely melted, and the burial sword was so sharp that it could not be added, the entire sword body also became extremely gorgeous, like a cold light shining like the first snow.

There was a mark on the top of the hilt, releasing a bright star, so that Lin Yun could not see it clearly.

Lin Yun closed his eyes reflexively, opened a gap for a while, and then suddenly opened.

Xing Yao!

At the junction of the sword’s hilt and the sword body, a star obsidian is very eye-catching. It belongs to the golden obsidian among the seven stars. The burial flower is a sacred object.

The seven stars are the sun, the moon, and the earth, wood, water, fire, and earth. There is no difference between the major stars.

It’s just that the attributes are different. If you have to say it, the vision of Sun and Moon is more grand, but it is much more difficult to display.

Jin Yao usually branded on the blade to increase the sharpness of the blade.

Lin Yun looked at the sword of the funeral flower sword, and felt as if he had only met the funeral flower today. It was actually a star artifact.

“Try it!”

Lin Yun thought for a while, and took out an ordinary Thousand Patterns Holy Artifact from the storage bracelet.

Click!

Without urging Xing Yao, a sword flicked across, and an obvious gap appeared on the surface of the Thousand Patterns Holy Artifact.

Lin Yun’s eyes lit up, and the funeral flower really became much stronger!

He didn’t even urge Long Yuan and Jian Yi, and as a result, the funeral flower cut out a gap in the Thousand Patterns Holy Artifact based on its sharpness.

“try again!”

This time Lin Yun urged the golden light mark on the hilt of the sword, the cold light flashed, and the Thousand Patterns Holy Artifact was directly chopped in half.

The gap is as smooth as a wash!

“sleepy.”

But before Lin Yun had time to show his joy, he felt that the sky was spinning, and waves of fatigue and craziness surged.

Sure enough, the Xingyao Sacred Artifact could not be easily activated. This Foil Burial Sword was more exaggerated than the Canglong Sun and Moon Umbrella, and of course it was the same as the Canglong Umbrella and the triple ban.

Lin Yun returned the sword to its sheath, sat cross-legged, opening his eyes after half a cup of tea.

His gaze swept away, falling on the funeral flower, and a smile appeared involuntarily at the corner of his mouth. The funeral flower really gave him a huge surprise.

In the next time, Lin Yun did not delay, and began to integrate the four evil spirits into the four swords of wind, fire and thunder.

When all the fusions are completed, it is already three days later, when Lin Yun is about to get up.

Three figures broke through the air. Lin Yun looked up and saw that it was Senior Brother Mu Chuan, Mu Xueqin and Chen Ling, who should be the rescuers he moved over.

The three of them saw Lin Yun, and after a moment of shock, they all showed surprise.

“Where are Jiang Tong and them?”

Mu Xueqin quickly asked when Lin Yun was still near the cold water pool.

“died.”

“died?”

The three of Muchuan glanced at each other, and then landed on Lin Yun, with a look of surprise in their eyes, which was not difficult to understand.

Lin Yun thought for a while and pushed all this to the ancestor Xuangui.

After hearing about the ancestor of Xuangui, several people relieved their enthusiasm, not worrying about the reasons.

“It’s very risky, but fortunately the ancestor Xuangui is here, otherwise Senior Sister, I will really become a guilty person.” Mu Xueqin patted her chest, a little afraid.

After hearing Chen Ling’s description, she was so nervous that she was afraid that Lin Yun would suffer accidents.

“How come, sister, look.”

Lin Yun smiled and took out the last drop of sacred basalt blood.

“You got it!”

Mu Xueqin was overjoyed.

“Um.”

Lin Yun nodded and said, “I’m also considered a blessing in disguise. This drop of Xuanwu sacred blood was given to me by the ancestor of Xuanwu, far more precious than the blood of Xuanwu tortoise.”

The two were chatting, but Mu Chuan didn’t speak aside, he noticed that Lin Yun had been promoted.

Not only was the promotion of his cultivation level, but in other respects, Lin Yun gave him a very different feeling. The strangest thing was… he felt a sense of pressure on Lin Yun.

Strange thing?

What good fortune did the junior brother get, and it actually made me feel pressured.

“Go back to the sect first.” Mu Xueqin couldn’t think about it.

Lin Yun nodded, and the group rushed towards Jianzong.

This time Mu Chuan shot directly and took the three directly with the cultivation base of life and death, much faster than Lin Yun and the others.

“Brother, wait for me.”

When approaching the Mageweave Tiger’s lair, Lin Yun called Muchuan to stop.

“I’ll take care of something and come back soon.”

Lin Yun smiled, before waiting for a few people to ask questions, he quickly came to Magewen Tiger’s lair.

He stared at the incomplete divine dragon stele, thoughtfully, and finally decided to take the divine dragon broken stele away.

The broken stele of Shenlong must be a sacred object, with a huge background.

If you can find the remaining half, the value will be inestimable, and even if only this half is left, the value is amazing enough.

When you practice Supreme Dragon Fist in the future, with its help, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

In the end, Lin Yun put the Shenlong stele into the secret realm in the sword box, and rejoined Muchuan after half an hour.

After returning to Jianzong, Muchuan sent Mu Xueqin away and looked at Lin Yun and said, “Your kid, come with me.”

“what?”

Lin Yunqi said.

“The headmaster wants to see you.”

Mu Chuan led Lin Yun to the Zongmen Hall, where Mu Xuankong had been waiting for a long time.

The moment Lin Yun raised his head, he saw the head teacher’s expression slightly changed.

Perceived it?

Lin Yun paused, feeling that the master teacher seemed to be aware of his sword intent.

“I brought the person, just talk to him if you have anything, I avoided it.”

Before leaving, Muchuan glanced at Lin Yun and sighed inexplicably.

What’s the meaning?

Lin Yun keenly noticed that the head teacher called himself over this time, it seemed that he had other purposes.