Chapter 579

The scroll hung in front of Lin Yun and stopped, little by little, slowly unfolding.

After a while, the fierce tiger that had caused Lin Yun a great impact on his heart appeared in shape. When the picture scroll is fully unfolded, and at a cursory glance, the tiger occupies the entire picture, and if you don't look carefully, you won't notice the existence of the Tsing Yi people at all.

To be precise, more people are unable to withstand the impact of such tigers, and they are so frightened that they lose the scroll at the moment of unfolding. In his eyes, there is only a tiger full of the power of a king, like a tiger swallowing mountains and rivers. But the person who really bears the power of this layer of tigers, the picture will change dramatically, the king is powerful, the tiger who can swallow the sun and the moon of the galaxy, and becomes a supporting role in the blink of an eye.

Become quiet and peaceful, close your eyes and sniff lightly, sniffing the fragrance of roses in the palm of the man in Tsing Yi.

The fragrance of flowers is pervasive, and the man in Tsing Yi, who is holding a sword in his right hand and the palm of his left hand, is holding a rose, showing the true face of Lushan a little bit.

Right now, this is the picture that Lin Yun saw, and he has seen this picture countless times. He knew that soon, the flower in his palm would rise, and the man in Tsing Yi would become the absolute protagonist of the painting, but the picture would become more and more blurred.

If you don't have the spirit pattern attainment, you will not be able to see it at all.

Sure enough, but after a moment, the scene in the painting was a little bit foggy, and in the mist, only a figure in green clothes could be faintly seen.

Lin Yun stared closely, and at the same time, the natal soul seal in the Xuan Palace was shining with bursts of light. A faint wedding fluctuation slowly emanated from him.

Where do the flowers come from!

See!

The blur in front of him became clear, and the man in Tsing Yi with the sword was muttering to himself, the rose in his palm gently floated up, holding the sword in his right hand, and dancing in the air.

The flowers fall on the tip of the sword, blooming with dazzling light. At this moment, the people in Tsing Yi are as calm and calm as water. Infinite sword momentum suddenly erupted from his body, many times stronger than the fierce tiger that swallowed mountains and rivers and could merge with the sun, moon and stars.

The brilliance of that sword shines on the mountains and rivers.

The sword tip rose blooms, thousands of rays of light explode, one side of the world, the streamer is scattered, dazzling than the stars, and can compete with the sun and the moon. It seems that this, when the next sword falls, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers will tremble under this sword.

When he took him to collect the sword, the flowers fell, purple and red, and they competed for beauty.

Suddenly, the man in Tsing Yi looked back and smiled. His gaze passed through the scroll to Lin Yun's eyes, and his gaze was as sharp as a sword, and in a trance, it penetrated the barrier of time and space, making Lin Yun's heart tense inexplicably.

Here it comes!

It was this sword, the sword that was about to break through, and every time Lin Yun couldn't resist it. He couldn't explore the true charm of this set of swordsmanship, and he never knew where this flower came from?

Plop plop!

Lin Yun's heart beat wildly, at this moment, he was extremely nervous, and his face was unprecedentedly solemn. On his forehead, there was even sweat the size of a bean, which seeped out drop by drop.

The apprehension cannot be concealed at all.

There is no way, such a mood can't help Lin Yun's calmness. How many times, I was frightened by this broken sword, and I really can't remember.

This time, he had gained a lot of creation, and he had a great opportunity in that half-path divine pattern.

Whether it is the spiritual pattern attainment, or its own sword power, it is even better. He is no longer what he used to be, and if he still can't stop it, all his efforts will be in vain.

Such failures and setbacks will seriously damage his self-confidence.

Lin Yun didn't care much about many things, but as long as it was something he really cared about. His heart of victory, his stubbornness and pride, no one can compare with him.

Click!

There was a sound of the picture scroll exploding, and the man in Tsing Yi looked back and smiled, and the sword came out and jumped in the air. Suddenly, the sky was full of rain and endless mountains and rivers, and he broke the painting with a sword.

Lin Yun's pupils shrank suddenly, and when the scroll was completely shattered, there seemed to be a slight crack in this side of the world, shattering into countless small pieces like glass.

Time freezes, the world stands still. Lin Yun's thoughts came to a complete pause, his upper and lower lips opened slightly, he couldn't open it if he wanted to, and he couldn't close it if he wanted to.

The beating heart came to an abrupt end.

Can't move!Can't breathe!!

Endless fear came from all directions, and in Lin Yun's faint perception, boundless darkness rolled in, and the light of his world was shrinking little by little. In the blink of an eye, the boundless darkness was like a silent hellish death about to devour it.

Are you going to die?

Damn it!

Lin Yunwan didn't expect that even if his own strength was reborn, when he faced this sword, he would still be so shocked. made the current situation a little unexpected, and a deep unwillingness rose in my heart.

Can't die, can't die, can't die......

But this silent cry was completely useless, and the darkness completely swallowed him up in an instant.

The whole world suddenly stood still, Lin Yun no longer had any sense, he could only feel his consciousness falling little by little in a certain abyss.

But at the moment when his soul was about to be completely swallowed by the power of a sword, the phoenix feather soul seal in the Xuan Palace suddenly burned with golden flames. In that brilliant light, the flames that rose up exuded a trace of divine might.

Rumble!

With the rising flames, the endless darkness was instantly removed by the power of that trace of divine patterns, and Lin Yun's vision suddenly returned to clarity.

As far as the eye could see, a figure rushed towards him, Lin Yun was taken aback in his heart, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the other party's wrist, and then pulled violently.

Wow!

Lin Yun's body did not move, but he felt that under the other party's pull, it seemed that his soul consciousness was completely pulled out of his body.

Just as he was a little confused and looked at the environment in all directions, two people fell in front of him, a man and a woman.

The man is dressed in green clothes, holding funeral flowers, and a pair of deep eyes, the blue sky is like a wash. Delicate facial features, flawless, can't find any flaws, like beautiful jade, handsome, Zhong Lingyuxiu, all the beautiful words in the world, put on his body seems to be a little unworthy of his demeanor.

It's him......

Lin Yun muttered to himself in his heart, this is the Tsing Yi man he has seen countless times in the painting. It's just that I didn't expect this person to be so handsome, like an immortal. Compared with him, the woman next to him made Lin Yun even more moved.

It is a kind of beauty that belongs to the world, unpretentious, at a glance, there is no sense of amazement, but it is more and more eye-catching, just immersed in it and cannot extricate itself.

The two of them are an immortal and a mortal, but they have their own elegance and do not lose to each other.

Just as Lin Yun was looking, the man in green clothes took the woman's arm and walked towards him quickly.

"It turned out that it wasn't my hand just now...... Oh no, it's coming towards me. ”

Just when Lin Yun was at a loss, the two of them went straight and pierced him.

Lin Yun was inexplicably stunned in his heart, and suddenly realized that he was already in the painting. The person in this painting is just a distant memory, not a real person.

When he turned to look, the man in Tsing Yi was already dancing with a sword, and the woman was watching quietly, with a faint smile on her face, she whispered, "Where did the flowers come from?"

Lin Yun heard her voice at this time, and was immediately shocked, this sound was like a clear spring flowing water, water hitting the mountains and rocks, and the echo was moving.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled when he heard this, the sword came out, and a hundred flowers danced on the ground and rose into the air. But only one rose, impartial, fell on the tip of the sword.

The moment the rose landed on the tip of the sword, the rose bloomed, eclipsing the flowers of the world. The sharp edge of the sword, accompanied by the light of this rose, reached a terrifying point, as if mountains and rivers could be pierced by his sword.

"Where am I from?" the smile on the woman's face grew thicker and softer.

The man in Tsing Yi swung out a sword, his body changed, and in an instant, there was no trace of the man in Tsing Yi in this side of the world. Only the flower, only the rose on the tip of the sword before, shattered violently, scattered into countless petals, and evolved into a storm.

Buzz!

The storm of petals, in the middle of the rotation, burst out into the sky with a sword roar, sweeping the world.

"The empty mountains and rivers are long, and the leaves are windy!"

When the storm dispersed and the sword light reappeared, Lin Yun knew that the people in Tsing Yi had been there all along, just hiding themselves in the vast sword momentum. The sword light that reappeared bloomed into a loud sword roar, and the vast sword momentum, in the hands of the people in Tsing Yi, was like rivers and lakes, surrounding the empty mountain, lingering.

The breeze blows, there is no empty mountain or water, only a few fallen leaves, moving with the wind. In the vast world, this fallen leaf is so small, but the fallen leaf is trembling in the wind, Lin Yun's eyes are bright, this sword is big to small, there is static to moving, the transformation of artistic conception is really breathtaking.

"Flying flowers are as light as a dream, and silk rain is as thin as sorrow!" the woman's red lips opened, and her ethereal voice flew like a tired bird.

The sword momentum is turning, the vast sword light is like scattered petals, dancing lightly and flying; with the slightest drizzle, the sword light is more and more agile, dense, hitting the raindrops, sending out the sound of jade breaking, ding ding dong, pleasant and boundless.

"There is nothing in the world, give the king a white horse's hooves!" The woman's voice became firm at this moment, but there were all kinds of tenderness in this firmness, but the world ignored it.

The flying sword momentum of the people in Tsing Yi and this moment suddenly became high-pitched, magnificent and agitated, and domineering.

"I came from heaven!"

In the majestic and domineering majestic sword momentum, the man in Tsing Yi, whose figure had been hazy before, suddenly appeared. In the midst of the wild shouts, he fell from the sky, and with a sword swing, he cut down thousands of horses, thousands of troops, endless mountains and rivers.

"Flowers from the palm of your hand!"

The man in Tsing Yi flipped his hand, and the end of the funeral sword entered the ground in front of him, trembling incessantly. The backhand was spread out, and a flower bud spread out in his palm, and the funeral flower sword was tightly attached to his right arm, and he only slowly raised his left hand.

Thundered!

In the midst of the rise, with the opening of the flower buds, the terrifying sword intent continued to soar on him, forcing people to open their eyes. This heaven and earth, under this sword intent, trembled violently.

"A thought is gone, and ...... is born"

The buds in the palm of the palm bloomed violently, the man in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows, the eyes were surging, and he shouted coldly: "Shine through the mountains and rivers!"

Suddenly, the light of the flower in the palm of the palm burst out, and the people in Tsing Yi shrouded in this light, the brilliant sword power, is like the great sun that illuminates the world on the ground.

A sword heart is transparent and bright, and when the dust is gone, it is a glorious sun, illuminating thousands of mountains and rivers.

The brilliance was getting brighter and brighter, and Lin Yun couldn't open his eyes. When the sword light that shone through the mountains and rivers came to his face, Lin Yun instantly felt a majestic force, squeezing him out.

Lin Yun staggered, looked up, and the picture scroll hanging in the air in front of him was about to fall down with a sway.

Hurriedly stretched out his hand, and the unfolded scroll instantly rolled up and was tightly held in his hand.

But Lin Yun was speechless for a long time, holding the scroll, stunned.

Halfway through, Lin Yun showed a stunned look on his face, and the look in his eyes was still immersed in panic.

Where do flowers come from?

Where do I come from?

The empty landscape is long, and the leaves are windy.

The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the silk rain is as thin as sorrow.

There is nothing in the world, and the white horseshoe is given.

I came from heaven!

Flowers from the palm of your hand!

A thought of the dust is gone, illuminating the 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 complete appreciation of this sword style was so shocking.

After a long time, Lin Yun's eyes were not panicked, but his essence was surging, his divine light was shining, and he said firmly: "I must learn this sword technique!"