The Sovereign’s Ascension - Chapter 1762



The first thousand five hundred and fifty-three is really you

Mu Xuankong looked at Lin Yun, his expression slightly changed.

“You can really toss, a sacred blood of Xuanwu can cause so many things, even the four big black list stars have killed you…” Mu Xuankong said lightly.

Lin Yun smirked, but he couldn’t tell whether he was exaggerating or demeaning.

“This is a coincidence, I didn’t know before I went, there would be so much trouble…”

“Knowing so much trouble? Still going to force it?”

Mu Xuankong glared at him and said faintly.

Lin Yun scratched his head and didn’t dare to look at Mu Xuankong. He was indeed a little bold before.

Little Bingfeng had already reminded him that he was “betrayed” by the Sky Profound Tortoise in the middle, and almost capsized in the gutter.

“You kid…”

After all, Mu Xuankong couldn’t bear to blame Lin Yun, couldn’t help but laugh, showing a trace of helplessness on his face.

After a long while, he said: “Sword Intent has been promoted?”

“Well, Jianyi has been promoted.”

Lin Yun’s eyes flashed hot, and he said in a deep voice.

“Your master would be very happy if he knew it!”

Mu Xuankong smiled and said: “Before, your Master and I watched you attack the fifth-grade sword intent, and realized that it was still so short. It was said that it was only a short breath, but in fact, many people are stuck at this step. One card is decades, even hundreds of years!”

Lin Yun nodded, deeply agreeing.

After crossing the hurdle of the sky sword intent, the understanding of kendo attainments was almost completely different from before.

Who would have thought that a man can be a sword, and a sword can also be a man?

This is the real oneness of man and sword. During this period, the truth can not be explained clearly, and it can only be understood after truly mastering it.

“By the way, you did beautifully this time. No matter what, the four new stars on the black list died because of you. Especially Jiang Tong, who has been targeting my Sword Sect since he was expelled from Xuantian Sect. In this way, we will serve the sect and return to the sect.”

Mu Xuankong smiled.

“I can’t control the killing of other sects on matters of my own accord. Killing my Sword Sect disciple will definitely not leave me alone.”

Lin Yun smiled casually.

“There are still about two months left, and the ancient battlefield is about to open. Don’t run around and stay at Shenxiao Peak during these hours.”

“Um.”

Lin Yun nodded.

This time, his strength has skyrocketed a lot, and he really needs to digest it. You can try the ninth sword of Supreme Dragon Fist and Xiaoyao Nine Swords.

“Sword Intent of the Sky, remember to keep it secret first, don’t say anything!”

Mu Xuankong solemnly reminded.

“The disciple knows.”

Lin Yun saluted and retired.

As Lin Yun walked away, Muchuan, who had left before, appeared in the Zongmen Hall.

“This kid actually broke through!”

Mu Chuan’s eyes were filled with excitement, and then he sighed: “No wonder I felt a little pressure on him. He is faster than Sword Master, and in him I really see the hope of revival of the sect.”

“It’s too fast, not necessarily a good thing.”

Mu Xuankong shook his head, with a slight worry on his face.

“Tian Xuanzi?”

Muchuan looked gloomy and said a name.

Mu Xuankong’s expression also sank, Tian Xuanzi looked weak in appearance, but in fact he was decisive, and both the scheming and the city mansion were extremely deep.

Once caught by him, there is no end to it.

Twenty years ago, the golden generation of Jianzong was almost completely wiped out. The swords that hoped to rejuvenate the sect shocked the sky, and it was impossible to set foot in Floating Cloud Jianzong for life under the design of the other party.

Obviously everything was designed by him, but in the end Jianzong had to be forced to bow his head to this person.

That kind of aggrieved aggrieved, even if a hundred years passed, Mu Xuankong could hardly let go.

“If he dares to use the same method to deal with Lin Yun, the old man will die, and he will fight him to die. The tragedy of twenty years ago will never happen to Lin Yun!”

Mu Xuankong said coldly, with deep obsession in his eyes.

He chose to retreat twenty years ago, and he will never retreat twenty years later.

“You didn’t tell him that Master decided to try to hit the deadlock?” Mu Chuan suddenly smelled.

“Uncle Uncle is a little anxious…I don’t want to distract him from this, so it’s better not to talk about it.”

“There’s no way you can’t be in a hurry, Tian Xuanzi has endured for so long, no one can predict whether he will be troubled in this deserted ancient battlefield.”

“Let’s act by chance, I don’t care about the struggle between the juniors. If he dares to turn his face, I will definitely stay with him to the end!”

After returning to Shenxiao Feiyun Peak, Lin Yun calmed down completely.

On weekdays, you can play flute, practice calligraphy, and then go to observe the ancient Shenlong stele, or practice the supreme dragon boxing, or observe other martial arts that are analogous.

Blowing flute is to practice Tianlongqu, while practicing calligraphy is to derive the ninth sword of Xiaoyao Nine Swords.

He has an intuition that Xiaoyao Nine Swords must have a Ninth Sword!

Even Master has mastered it. When Master taught him wind, rain and thunder with a pen, he was almost about to write the last word.

But because of scruples, Lin Yun didn’t write it out in the end, and Lin Yun felt that he could try it.

With the passage of time, the atmosphere of the entire Sword Sect became more and more tense.

Especially the disciples of the dragon vein realm of each peak, almost exhausted all their strength to cultivate hard.

Even if you can only increase your own strength by one point, you have to spend a lot of effort to try and never give up any opportunities.

The arrival of the deserted ancient battlefield made everyone feel great pressure.

no way!

In the past, the sword sect had lost too badly, and the strength of the sword sect had declined in recent years because there was no gain in the deserted ancient battlefield.

Especially twenty years ago, Jian Jingtian led the golden generation of Jianzong, who was ready to do a big fight but was directly destroyed.

On the contrary, Xuan Tianzong relied on the benefits gained from the deserted ancient battlefield, coupled with the existence of Tianxuanzi, and the strength of the foundation skyrocketed all the way.

Over the years, there has been a tendency to overwhelm the sword sect!

Sword Sect couldn’t kick up and down, and even the Sword Sage Yaoguang felt a great deal of pressure and was in a rather passive situation.

The simple truth is that if the sword sect on the deserted ancient battlefield doesn’t talk about defeating the Xuantianzong, as long as it can be equal to the Xuantianzong.

As far as Yaoguang is concerned, his pressure will be much less, and he will become extremely calm about crossing the catastrophe.

And not as it is now, the entire Sword Sect is basically supported by the Yaoguang Sword Saint.

It has been twenty years, and now the Sword Sect disciples are suffocating, wanting to vent in the deserted ancient battlefield.

Along with this tense atmosphere, the days when the deserted ancient battlefield opened, approaching day by day, the entire Sword Sect became extremely quiet.

This silence is like a prelude to the coming storm.

Everyone knows that the deserted ancient battlefield is not a grand event in Tianchi, nor is it a contest between sects.

Every opportunity is accompanied by endless killing!

As long as anyone is careless, he will fall into the blood and die.

Except for the Xuantian Sect, the masters of the other sects are not good stubborns. As for the ancient monsters that exist in it, let alone the monsters that are far more terrifying than the monsters.

Feiyun Peak, in the attic on the edge of Linghu Lake.

Lin Yun practiced writing in front of the window, and looking up outside the window was a rippling lake with a wide view and fresh air.

The sky and the earth, the wind, rain and thunder ice!

There were a lot of white paper scattered throughout the study, all of which were written on these eight characters. Lin Yun was practicing both calligraphy and sword.

Using the pen as the sword, splash ink asked.

Every time he writes, Lin Yun is more proficient in Xiaoyao Nine Swords, and vaguely, he also has some understanding of Xiaoyao Nine Swords.

There is nothing in the world, and it is difficult to be free again, this sword must be far beyond the existence of the previous eight swords.

After this sword, there will be no Xiaoyao sword in the world.

It is very possible that this sword will overthrow all the artistic conceptions of the eight swords in front, and it contains an unimaginable sadness.

I can perceive it carefully, and I can vaguely perceive that this sword seems sad and helpless, but it contains greater happiness.

It is a kind of grandeur!

Beyond the world, the real freedom of wind, rain, thunder and ice.

“Master is afraid that he taught me this sword in advance? I couldn’t learn the previous eight swords, so I didn’t teach me?”

Lin Yun holding the brush, seemed to understand something.

Hum!

At this moment, Lin Yun frowned slightly, there was a wave of fluctuations in Fei Yunfeng, and someone broke in.

wrong!

It didn’t break in, it was Feiyunfeng’s prohibition that did not trigger this person, was it the elder of the sect, or was it… a spy?

Buzzing!

A powerful killing intent shrouded, and the entire attic trembled uncontrollably, and the ink on the table in front of Lin Yun was beating.

Without giving Lin Yun too much time to think, a black shadow appeared on the lake, and slaughtered towards the attic with an extremely terrifying murderous intent.

Accompanied by the approach of the opponent, the arrangement was restricted in the attic and was torn apart.

A huge domineering sword force swept out of the opponent, and the broken spirit patterns in the attic turned into messy rays of light and flew out continuously.

So strong!

If the opponent really gets closer, the entire attic will be completely destroyed, and the attic will also collapse.

“sky.”

Lin Yun did not rush, bowed his head and wrote a word of heaven on the paper.

boom!

The Thirty-Six Heavenly Majesty fell, and the prohibition that the attic was about to collapse was instantly stabilized, as majestic as mountains and rivers, unmoved by wind and rain.

“land!”

Following Lin Yun’s pen writing, the pieces of paper scattered in the room flew out with a scream.

The paper that flew out carried ancient characters one by one, and each ancient character seemed to have been alive from the past, like snowflakes falling around the visitors.

Qiang Qiang!

The visitor drew out a sword, the sword is as dazzling as the sun, every sword is mighty and magnificent.

Pieces of white paper glowing with light, after being split in half, fell softly, and the momentum was like a rainbow, but his footsteps were finally blocked.

boom!

The visitor swung a sword on the lake, and a huge fireball fell towards the attic in the sky.

“mysterious!”

After the Xuanzi was written, the light in the attic masterfully bounced the fireball back.

Click!

The man in black on the lake didn’t panic at all, and with a backhand sword, he split the light of the sun directly released into two halves.

He sang forward, as if Jinghong leaped towards the window.

“shortage!”

Lin Yun smiled, and the last stroke fell.

Huh!

A wave of corrosiveness was released, and the sword power of the person who flew in like a shock was constantly corroded.

By the time he reached the window, his swordsmanship had gone seven-seven-eight.

Lin Yun lay backwards, just sitting on the chair, squeaking, he leaned against the chair, and the chair moved back ten meters, just avoiding the attack from the opponent.

The visitor stood on the desk, and the four white papers floated slowly, horizontally between him and Lin Yun.

“What kind of swordsmanship is this? Master Yaoguang taught you?”

The visitor looked at the words Tiandi Xuanhuang, looked at Lin Yun and asked.

“You can say that.”

Lin Yun thought for a while and said truthfully.

The swordsmanship was left by the Southern Emperor, but it was the master who really let Lin Yun grasp it quickly and comprehend the essence of it.

In particular, the last four words are stimulating the holy thing, reversing time and space, and costing a little life.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

The color in the eyes of the visitors is quite interesting.

“You seem to have a murderous intent slowly, but in fact, you have no intention of killing at all. You are also a swordsman. You should know that the swordsman is the most sensitive to killing intent.” Lin Yun smiled, then paused, and said relaxedly: “The more important thing is me. I have guessed who you are.”

“Yaoguang disciple, really extraordinary.”

The visitor smiled and took off his mask.

really.

Lin Yun glanced, with a smile on his face, he was indeed the person he had guessed.


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