Chapter 722 Where Did I Come From?
But this silent cry was completely useless, and the darkness swallowed him completely in an instant.
The whole world suddenly stood still, Lin Yun no longer had any perception, he could only feel his consciousness falling bit by bit in a certain abyss.
But at the moment his soul was about to be completely swallowed by the might of a sword, the phoenix feather soul seal in the profound palace suddenly burned with golden flames. In that bright light, the rising flame exudes a trace of the power of the gods.
boom!
Along with the rising flames, the endless darkness was instantly swept away by that trace of the power of the gods, and Lin Yun’s vision suddenly returned to clarity.
As far as the eye could see, a figure rushed towards his face, Lin Yun was shocked, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the wrist by the other party, and then violently tugged.
Wow!
Lin Yun’s body did not move, but he felt that under the other party’s pull, he seemed to have pulled all his soul consciousness out of his body.
Just as he was slightly confused, looking at the surrounding environment, two people fell in front of him, a man and a woman.
The man is dressed in blue clothes, holding a burial flower, and a pair of deep eyes, the sky is clear. The exquisite facial features, flawless, can not pick out any flaws, like a beautiful jade, abundance of handsomeness, graceful spirit, all the beautiful words in the world, on his body, it seems that he is not worthy of his demeanor.
It’s him……
Lin Yun muttered to himself, this is the man in Tsing Yi he has seen countless times in his paintings. But I didn’t expect this person to be so handsome, just like an immortal. Compared with him, the woman next to him made Lin Yun more moved.
It is a kind of beauty that belongs to the world, simple and unpretentious, at first glance, there is no sense of surprise, but it becomes more and more visible, just immersed in it.
The two have one immortal and one fan, but each has its own charm and does not lose each other.
Just as Lin Yun was looking at it, the man in Tsing Yi took the woman’s arm and walked quickly towards him.
“It turns out that it wasn’t my hand that was just pulled…no, it’s coming towards me.”
When Lin Yun was at a loss, the two of them went straight and passed him through.
Lin Yun had an inexplicable meal and suddenly realized that he was already in the painting. The person in this painting is just a long memory, not a real person.
When he turned around and looked, the man in Tsing Yi was already dancing with a sword, while the woman watched quietly, with a faint smile on her face. She whispered, “Where does the flower start?”
Lin Yun heard her voice and was shocked as a heavenly person. This voice was like clear spring water, the water hitting the rocks, and the echo was moving.
The people in Tsing Yi smiled when they heard the words, the sword came out, and the flowers on the ground danced and rose into the air. But there was only one rose, unbiased, falling on the tip of the sword.
The moment the rose fell on the tip of the sword, the rose’s light bloomed, eclipsing all the flowers in the world. The sharp edge of the sword, along with the light of the rose, reached a frightening level, as if the mountains and rivers could be pierced by his sword.
“Where did I come from?” The smile on the woman’s face grew thicker, and she said softly.
The Tsing Yi man swung a sword, his body changed, and in a moment, no trace of the Tsing Yi man could be seen in this world. Only the flower, only the rose on the tip of the sword before, burst into pieces, scattered into countless petals, evolving into a storm.
Buzzing!
The storm composed of petals burst out from the sky and swept across the world as it revolved.
“The empty landscape is full, Konoha Feng Xiaoxiao!”
When the storm dissipated and the sword light reappeared, Lin Yun knew that the people in Tsing Yi had always been there, only hiding himself in the vast sword power. This reappearing sword light bloomed with a loud sword chant, and the vast sword power, in the hands of Qingyi people, was like a river and lake, surrounding the empty mountain, lingering endlessly.
The breeze blows, there is no empty mountain or water, only a few fallen leaves, moving with the wind. In the boundless world, this fallen leaf is so small, but the fallen leaf is trembling in the wind, and Lin Yun’s eyes are bright, the sword is from big to small, from static to moving, the transformation of artistic conception is really breathtaking.
“Flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the rain is as thin as sorrow!” The woman’s red lips kissed her, and her ethereal voice flew like a tired bird.
The sword’s power is turning, the vast sword light is like scattered petals, dancing and flying; with the drizzle, the sword light becomes more and more agile, densely packed, hitting the raindrops, making the sound of jade broken, ding ding dong dong. , Melodious.
“There is nothing in the world, give the king a white horseshoe!” The woman’s voice became firm at this moment, but in this firmness there was all kinds of tenderness, but the world did not care.
Tsing Yi people’s flying sword power and this moment suddenly rose up, magnificent, turbulent, and domineering.
“I’m from heaven!”
In the majestic, aggressive, domineering and majestic sword power, the Tsing Yi man, who had been hazy before, suddenly appeared. In the wild shout, he fell from the sky, swiping a sword, and cut down all the thousands of horses and endless mountains and rivers.
“The flower starts from the palm of your hand!”
The man in Tsing Yi flipped his hand, and the burial foil stepped into the ground in front of him, trembling unceasingly. The backhand spread out, a flower bud was slowly spreading out in his palm, the burial sword was tightly attached to his right arm, and he only slowly raised his left hand.
Rumble!
During the rise, with the opening of the flower buds, the terrifying sword intent skyrocketed on him, forcing people to open their eyes. Under this sword intent, the sky and the earth trembled violently.
“A thought will be completely radiant…”
The palm flower buds burst into bloom, the Tsing Yi man raised his brows, his eyes surged, and he shouted coldly, “Short the mountains and rivers!”
Suddenly, the light of the flower of the palm burst into light, and the man in Tsing Yi who was shrouded in this light, Huang Huang Jianwei, is like the big sun that illuminates the world on the ground.
A sword heart is transparent and bright, and when the dust is gone, it will be shining through the mountains and rivers in the past few days.
When Guanghua became brighter and brighter, Lin Yuncao couldn’t open his eyes. When the sword light that shone through the mountains and rivers and rushed toward his face, Lin Yun instantly felt a majestic force and squeezed him out abruptly.
Lin Yun staggered, looking up, the picture scroll hanging in the air in front of him, swayed as he watched as he was about to fall.
Hurriedly stretched out his hand, the unfolded picture scroll instantly rolled up and was held tightly in his hand.
But Lin Yun was speechless for a long time, holding the picture scroll in a daze.
After a while, Lin Yun’s face showed a wistful look, and the look in his eyes was still immersed in panic.
Where do the flowers start?
Where do I come from?
The empty landscape is overflowing, and the Konoha wind owl.
The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the rain is as thin as melancholy.
There is nothing in the world, as a gift to you a white horseshoe.
I come from heaven!
Flower from the palm of your hand!
A thought is full of dust, shining through thousands of mountains and rivers!
…
The man in Tsing Yi broke out of the painting with a sword, but he also gave Lin Yun a chance to explore the painting, but he never expected that the style of the sword that he had completely experienced was so shocking.
After a long time, the panic in Lin Yun’s eyes disappeared, and the spirits surged, and the light was shining, and he said firmly: “This sword technique, I must learn it!”
The swordsmanship in the picture is terrifying, and there is no name and no corresponding grade.
Lin Yun estimated that it was not a sword technique officially created by the Tsing Yi people. He and the woman had a strong heart, using poetry as a sword to make moves at will.
This is just a picture in his memory, or rather, a very precious picture.
For the Tsing Yi people, the woman in the painting should be more important than the swordsmanship. He just used the sword in his hand to recall the old man.