Green bamboos stand in a forest, cold and cold, all the way forward, killing confidential cloth.

But Lin Yun can no longer turn back, there is still a glimmer of life forward, and if he turns back, he will definitely die.

Unless you master the complete sword intent, you can't crack the pattern here at all, let's call it the sword pattern for the time being.

Different from the lines in the Heart Sutra of the Years, each of the lines in this place contains great killing intent and infinite sword intent.

It is not an exaggeration to call it a sword pattern.

The most terrifying thing is that the sword patterns, layer by layer, follow a certain Dao rhyme, and become one, forming this vast sword array.

Burial of the Sword Forest, Burial of the Sword Forest......

Lin Yun also understood why this place was called the Burial Sword Forest.

The swordsman, the place where the bones are buried.

There is a reason why Wang Ning didn't dare to step forward without waiting for anyone, even if it was Huangfu Jingxuan.

Like Lin Yun, he has the sword intent in his hands, but he doesn't know the lines, and he is also bound to die.

Only those like Lin Yun, who have mastered the half-step sword intent and have a little understanding of the pattern, can get a glimmer of life.

But step by step, he is also walking on thin ice and does not dare to be presumptuous.

The infinite killing intent accumulated behind him had made him dare not think about it, so he could only go forward.

Lin Yun didn't say a word, feeling the surging sword intent around him, and kept condensing his half-step sword intent.

Click!

The broken sword martial soul in the body, the nine chains, appear and disappear from time to time, and there is a violent shaking.

He could clearly feel that with the growth of his half-step sword intent, the nine ancient chains were loosening one by one.

The half-step sword intent, constantly enhanced, can be compared with the complete sword intent, and is always one diǎn.

It's just a diǎn, as if you can touch it with your hand.

After stretching out his hand, he got a little closer, but he was still a little bit closer.

Lin Yun could only bite the bullet and keep walking forward, relying on the huge sword intent in the Burial Sword Forest to continue to hone.

Outside the Burial Sword Forest, Li Wuwu, who looked solemn, was even more nervous than Lin Yun.

Unlike Lin Yun, he could clearly see how amazing the sword intent and killing intent accumulated behind Lin Yun were.

The majestic killing machine actually evolved into a vast sea of blood, and the churning of the sea of blood condensed all kinds of visions.

It seemed that the next moment, this boundless sea of blood would engulf Lin Yun.

Above the sea of blood, there were thousands of long swords, all of which were condensed by sword intent, and if they touched it, they would die, and there was no possibility of survival.

The gently swaying bamboo forest emitted a beautiful sound, like a sword chanting, like a whisper, and like someone singing.

Li Wuwu didn't know how long Lin Yun could hold on to such a terrible pressure.

Burying the Sword Forest, whether it will bury Lin Yun's sword, it's really hard to say.

"Poor one diǎn, why is it always poor one diǎn?"

Lin Yun, who was walking on thin ice and following the same steps, frowned, as if he had walked into a dead end.

There was a difference of one diǎn before, but it was only half a step away. One step is taken, and there is obvious progress, but it is still a quarter of a step short, and it is one eighth step and sixteenth of a step to keep going......

The distance between him and the complete sword intent was infinitely reduced, but it seemed infinitely far away.

The overwhelming murderous intent and sword intent behind him made him feel numb, and his confidence was shaken a little.

Click!

The slightest wavering will make the mood flawed and infinitely expanded.

took another step, and as soon as he landed, Lin Yun knew that something was wrong, and the sword pattern under his feet suddenly exploded.

Whew!

A sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, and a row of sharp green bamboos, like spears, carrying an incomparable sword intent, surged towards him.

It's over, and it's eaten by the formation......

Lin Yun's heart tightened, in this burial sword forest, he followed the same steps, and he couldn't move at all.

Behind him is a killing machine, left and right are infinite sword intent, in front of him is a murderous arrow, in the sky and on the ground, there is no place for him.

The terrible loneliness, a panic of being rejected by heaven and earth, permeated the heart.

The Burial Sword Forest is rejecting him!

Burial Sword Forest is going to bury him!

Damn it...... What's the difference?

Lin Yun was at a loss in his heart, he felt that the strength of his half-step sword intent was not inferior to the complete sword intent at all.

But it's just one diǎn, only one diǎn!

At the moment of life and death, Lin Yun closed his eyes, and the man in Tsing Yi in the rose scroll appeared in his mind.

Thinking back, every detail of the man in Tsing Yi wielding his sword and dancing, compared with the other party, what is he lacking?

The picture is changing, and the figure of the Purple Kite Sword Saint appears in his mind, and the other party suppresses the monstrous demon sea with the body of a remnant soul.

Both are swordsmen that he looks up to, and they have ......

Lin Yun suddenly opened his eyes, he found the common diǎn of the Purple Kite Sword Saint and the Tsing Yi people, and he finally knew what was wrong with him.

As soon as he thought of it, Lin Yun suddenly turned around.

The sword momentum all over his body burst up, facing the murderous machine and the endless sword intent in disregard.

Even if he has the power to collapse mountains and seas, he can break the stars, and he can cut the sun and the moon, but if he doesn't have the heart of a swordsman, what kind of swordsman is he.

Swordsman, be sharp!

What I am missing is this diǎn edge. Since I was born for the sword, then I, Lin Yun, why am I afraid to die for the sword!

The heart is becoming more and more transparent, and the sword momentum on Lin Yun's body is like substance, crystal clear.

His slightly confused eyes, at this moment, were full of sharpness and fearlessness.

Can't turn back?

The heart of a swordsman, indomitable, who else can I be!

The heart is pounding and beating. Lin Yun's expression was cold, his blood was boiling, and a sharp edge rose up. Looking at the vast sea of blood, endless killing opportunities, and showing the sword momentum all over his body, Lin Yun took a step and stepped out.

In just an instant, Lin Yun was engulfed by this sea of blood, and he was buried by that endless sword intent.

"No!"

Li Wuwu saw this scene, and couldn't help but roar, and scolded angrily: "Fuck you, what kind of dog built a burial sword forest, Lao Tzu abolished you!"

Wow!

I saw that on him, the sky was full of starlight, and his eyes were full of endless anger.

Click, click, click!

Seeing that he was crazy, he rushed into the burial sword forest, drew his sword and slashed wildly, and he kept cutting off the green bamboos.

But the green bamboo seems to be immortal, endless, and inexhaustible.

Rumble!

At that time when the sea of blood in the sky and the majestic sword intent were about to completely engulf Lin Yun. His body suddenly bloomed, the glass shining, crystal clear. Like beautiful jade, the dust is not stained, and the rain and dew are not stained.

Immediately after, the pure and condensed sword intent erupted from him wildly with an endless edge.

Jingle Bell!

This sword intent made the entire bamboo forest shake for it. The green bamboo collides, blooming with a crisp sound like a wind chime, stringed, continuous, and endless.

The sea of blood in the sky, the majestic sword intent, in the sound of this swaying wind chime, scattered with the wind, and disappeared with the wind.

Click!

A certain chain that sealed the Broken Sword Martial Soul came to an abrupt end, and all of them broke.

A roar from the ancients came from the body, as if there was a pair of eyes, looking at him from afar, not angry but mighty.

"This ...... Is it my martial soul?"

Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked around, the wind was calm, there was neither killing intent nor sword intent in the sky.

Only the pleasant sound of wind chimes, like lights, swaying and colorful, is intoxicating to listen to.

The Burial Sword Forest seems to be a place of testing left by a certain senior.

Before, I never realized the true meaning of the sword intent, and my faith was shaken, and I was immediately not recognized, and I died for a lifetime. When he comprehended the complete sword intent and knew himself, the difference was that diǎn edge, which was a monstrous sea of blood, and he couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

"Thank you, seniors. ”

Lin Yun sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, looked extremely respectful, and bent down to salute solemnly.

Standing up, Lin Yun stretched out his hand to sense it in the air, and all the sword lines had disappeared. In addition to the cold and cold, this place is now an ordinary bamboo forest.

"Hack you, hack you!"

There was a sound of kicking and booing in his ears, and when Lin Yun looked back, he saw that Li Wuwu was tired like a dog.

Holding the sword in both hands, it was facing the air, and it was a flurry of waves, his face full of anger, and his mouth was full of words.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Yun frowned slightly, and cautiously stepped forward and asked.

"Brother, I'll avenge you. There's a lot of bamboo, you wait until I'm done cutting it, don't let me know which bastard planted it, you have to kill him!"

Li Wuwu replied casually, still with a murderous face, facing the air and chopping bamboo.

Lin Yun's middle finger in his right hand was bent, and his thumb pressed heavily on his nails, not with a flick of the divine sword, but just a flick of a finger.

Boom!

A finger popped out, and suddenly a complete sword intent lingered, bursting out with a clear and translucent sword groan.

When the wind rises, the whole bamboo forest swings with it, and the sound of swaying wind chimes is played and sung in overlap.

Li Wuwu only felt a buzz in his mind, and suddenly woke up.

"What am I doing?"

After waking up, he sighed: "My wrist is so sore......"

Can it not be sour, facing the air, he swung thousands of swords with all his strength, it is strange that he is not sour.

"I'd like to know what you're doing. ”

Lin Yun smiled slightly, looked at Li Wuwu, and said softly.

"Brother, you're not dead?"

Li Wuwu suddenly felt like a dream, looked at Lin Yun and said in surprise: "Haha, brother, I saved you! The moment you were swallowed up by the sea of blood, I killed in, and I didn't know Qingzhu, but I didn't expect that by mistake, I really saved my brother." ”

Lin Yun rolled his eyes, pointed to the four directions, and said, "Let's see for myself, I don't want to talk to you." ”

"What's going on......"

Li Wuwu realized that there was something unusual, there was not a single broken bamboo on the ground, was it all an illusion?

In the huge burial sword forest, how can there be any green bamboo that he cut, not to mention one, not half of it.

The Blood Dragon Horse took a step, snorted, glanced at Li Wuwu with disdain, and walked towards Lin Yun.

Li Wuwu covered his face with both hands, wanted to cry without tears, and his reputation was completely ruined. What kind of shameful thing did he do, even the Blood Dragon Horse despised him......

Rustling!

Stepping on the bamboo leaves on the ground, Lin Yun led the blood dragon horse and walked towards the depths.

There are many secrets in this place.

The winding path is secluded, the road is long and long, and after half a pillar of incense, Lin Yun saw a bamboo building full of ancient meaning.

The bamboo building is built with water, and the cold pool on one side is misty with mist, and the cold person shuddered slightly.

"The cold aura of the Burial Sword Forest comes from here. ”

Lin Yun thought about it, the cold air in this place was somewhat similar to the Yin Feng Stream he had been in. is not as irritable as Yin Fengjian, but the cold air is cold, and the stamina is continuous, even better.

"What the hell is this place, it's cold and scary. ”

Li Wuwu's voice sounded behind him, and Lin Yun looked back.

Seeing Lin Yun's caring eyes for the mentally retarded, Li Wuwu suddenly felt embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Brother, go in and take a look." ”

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