Thunder Cocoon, Qinglian, Sun and Moon!

With the vision of the purple kite blooming on the Qingxiao tree, and then Lin Yun's immortal sword intent domination, it is his own three swords that cut the sky.

Each of these three swords is comparable to, or even surpasses, the power of the Overlord-level Creation Martial Arts, and it can go even further with the advancement of his sword intent.

Advanced Chemical Martial Arts, even in that great world, is an incomparably rare existence. In addition to the super sects, other forces need not only financial resources and resources to find them, but also a trace of chance.

In this path to heaven, perhaps only the existence of the higher realm has the advanced cultivation of chemical martial arts.

If Lin Yun remembered correctly, the threshold for advanced chemical martial arts was extremely high, and at least he had to reach the peak of the Heavenly Spirit First Heavy Realm, or even the Heavenly Spirit Double Realm, to have no worries.

Otherwise, if you cultivate rashly, you will go mad, and you will be abolished before you can hurt yourself.

For example, on the Qingxiao tree, the vision of the purple kite blooming, he can clearly feel the majestic power contained in it. But he didn't dare to vent it all, the realm had not yet arrived, and he couldn't use the power that didn't belong to him, otherwise he would definitely burst his body.

"There are still two days left in the seven-day covenant, which is enough. ”

Lin Yun put away the jade slip and whispered to himself.

As a top-grade creation-level sword technique, it is common sense that it will definitely not be able to be cultivated in two days. The qualifications are slightly poor, and it is very likely to be a few months or even half a year.

But for Lin Yun, he has been enlightened for a long time, and he can become a small or even a big one at any time. It's just that I haven't been able to understand the true meaning, but now I not only understand the true meaning, but also integrate my own feelings.

When you cultivate, you will definitely be handy.

Ten years of penance, once an epiphany, is a similar truth.

Lin Yun practiced the Thunder Cocoon first, this was the tenth sword of the Thirteen Swords of Qingxiao, and he needed to condense the wind and thunder sword intent into mist, and then condense it into silk. It takes an extremely powerful sword intent to have such delicate control.

With his peak consummate psychic sword intent, it was naturally more than enough, and it didn't take much effort.

After a few attempts, the vast sword intent contained in the depths of Lin Yun's eyes was misty. His clear and bright eyes, shrouded in this mist, were like blurred stars in the night, dazzling, looking very close, but they were endlessly far away.

"Sword!"

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and snatched the funeral flower out of the sheath, which was tightly held in his palm.

There was only a trunk of the Qingxiao Divine Tree in the Purple Mansion, and one of the hundred and eight branches was broken by one-third, and the broken branches were under the urging of the two sword techniques. In an instant, it melted into a vast wind and thunder sword qi, and when it was poured into the body of the Burial Flower Sword, it was brilliant in an instant.

The dazzling thunder light shines brightly on this underground martial arts arena, and there is dazzling thunder everywhere.

The sword in his hand is like a thunderous sun, which makes people dare not look at it directly.

Feeling the majestic power contained in the sword, Lin Yun's face was calm, calm, and he said softly: "Wind." ”

The wind sword qi in the wind and thunder sword qi exploded instantly, tearing this thunder power to pieces, and at the same time, Lin Yun's immortal sword intent was sacrificed. Let this shattered thunder light shatter but not disperse, and further condense it with sword intent.

Rumble!

When he swung his sword, the wind and thunder sword qi turned into a thick mist, and in a single breath, all the space in the entire underground martial arts arena was filled.

"The sword aura is like silk!"

At the most critical step, Lin Yun's face became more solemn than ever, and the immortal sword intent was soaring. The mist continued to compress and condense, and soon condensed into a beam of thunder light the thickness of a finger, and when the sword intent reached the spiritual perfection, it was condensed into a wisp of thunder light sword wire that was a hundred zhang long.

Purple sword wire, as thin as long hair, almost transparent. Only when the light flickered, it loomed, like a phantom.

Airplanes!

The sword wire moved slightly, and the silk thread was played like a string, and a lot of dust exploded in the air at once, and its sharpness could even cut off the tiny dust that was invisible to the naked eye.

Lin Yun gasped and felt a chill in his back, if the enemy had such a means.

Even if he has his own sword intent to protect his body, he is a little unguardable, and he will be cut into several pieces if he is not careful.

Terrible.

Shout!

The mist dissipated, and the sword filament, which kept spinning, finally condensed into a thunder cocoon the size of a small fingernail.

The thunder cocoon is like a firefly, emitting a faint purple light, which is extremely beautiful.

Sword wire.

Thunder Cocoon.

This formula was finally completed, and Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom!

But for a moment of distraction, the thunder cocoon was uncontrollable and exploded, and the thunder flashed away.

Poof!

Lin Yun didn't even have time to dodge, and before he could understand what was going on, he was instantly knocked out by the aftermath, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

By the time he got up, his head was still buzzing and his ribs ached.

"How many times?"

Lin Yun smiled wryly, but there was ecstasy in his eyes.

He has never liked to follow the old path of his predecessors in cultivating swordsmanship, at least he has to understand the true meaning, and there will always be some unexpected situations.

For example, the explosion of the thunder cocoon in front of him caught him off guard, and if he was slightly weaker in his body, he might be killed directly.

"Sword silk, thunder cocoon...... I see. ”

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and he understood where the real threat of this move was, the sword wire was thinner than a hair. But it's so sharp and terrifying that it may not even hurt at all when it penetrates into the opponent's body.

But when it was condensed into a thunder cocoon in the opponent's body, the immortals couldn't survive.

"I used about thirty percent of my strength, and I can only condense a wisp of sword wire, and it is only a hundred zhang. If you do it with all your strength, and after the vision of the basic double sword technique, you should be able to condense four or five wisps, and each wisp can reach about 300 zhang. ”

Lin Yun's thoughts were like electricity, and he was quick to calculate in his heart.

Three hundred zhang is one thousand meters, and within a thousand kilometers, as long as you plant a thunder cocoon for your opponent. Even the leader of the Heavenly Spirit One Heavy Realm will die in an instant, and if the opponent is strong enough, then plant all five thunder cocoons into it.

If you want to avoid my move, you can either crush me directly or be faster than my sword.

The sword wire is too thin and too sharp, and the person who can block or destroy it directly is afraid that it is not far from crushing me.

But if you want to crush me, at least you have to have the Heavenly Spirit Dual Realm, and the two seven seas are urged at the same time. With that pressure alone, I had a hard time drawing my sword.

However, this is the road to heaven, and the most important thing is genius, and it is difficult for those high-level realms to guarantee that there are no anti-heaven demons.

"You still have to work hard, and the three swords of slashing the sky must be practiced completely. ”

Lin Yun calmed down, retracted his thoughts, and began to practice the second sword of the Three Swords of Slashing the Heavens, Qinglian.

Qinglian, wind and thunder are like rain, sword qi is like a lake, and leaves fall into lotus.

If the thunder cocoon is delicate to the extreme, making people shudder, then this green lotus is a kind of grandeur. What is pursued is an ethereal but grand image, flowing water and flowers, eternal in an instant.

"Sword Boundless Senior, what kind of existence is it?"

Lin Yun savored the image of this move, and this senior was shocked at a glance, and he broke out such an amazing sword technique, he felt his own insignificance.

After practicing into a thunder cocoon, Lin Yun came to cultivate this green lotus again, and it felt somewhat natural, not so obscure.

Half a day later.

In the middle of this huge martial arts arena, it suddenly began to rain, and the rain quickly piled up into a lake. Every drop of rain and dew contains the ultimate wind and thunder sword energy, transparent and colorless, and this side of the lake is all made of rain and dew, which seems to be as clear as a mirror, a piece of peace.

"Baizhang ......"

Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and said softly: "Baizhang should be my limit, this move consumes too much true yuan, and it is very demanding on the state of mind." If I can't do it, this lake containing vast sword qi will first swallow me. ”

He got up slowly, and the ethereal lake of a hundred feet was fleeting. This kind of lake, even Lin Yun, can only last for such a moment, and he will be sucked dry after a long time.

In other words, I want to swing my sword out of the sheath at this moment, so that the flowing water blooms, and the moment is eternal.

And I can't be in a hurry yet, I have to have an ethereal heart and wait for the leaves to fall into lotus. But the lake can only last for a moment, and the speed of leaf fall must be very slow, and the two themselves are relatively contradictory.

If he just cultivates to a small level, it is very simple, and it is enough to keep the water of this lake only ten zhang in size. But obviously, Xiaocheng's Qinglian couldn't comprehend the imagery in it, and couldn't reach the spirit of Jian Wuyan's predecessors.

In the jade slip, the predecessors of Jian Wuyan were thousands of feet of green lake, and the leaves fell into lotus. The flowing water blooms, and it is eternal in an instant, and the sword light of that sword is brighter than the stars in the sky, and it has not dispersed for a long time.

"Sword Boundless Senior, you are really a strong man. ”

Lin Yun's face was calm, and he didn't have much bitterness, on the contrary, he liked this kind of challenge very much.

He is also sure that he can definitely do it, these three swords are no longer the thirteen swords of Qingxiao, but his own three swords of slashing the sky.

On the green trees, purple kites bloom.

Lin Yun closed his eyes, and behind him, the Qingxiao Divine Tree appeared, and the purple petals on the branches were dotted like fallen leaves. This sword Qinglian, what he will fall will not be Qingxiao leaves, but purple kite petals, hundreds of petals condensed by the thirteen-fold purple kite sword technique.

Wind and thunder are like rain, and sword qi is like a lake!

Almost a breathing time, a hundred-zhang square lake appeared under Lin Yun's feet, clear and transparent, smooth as a mirror.

The Qingxiao God stands in the middle of the lake, above the branches, and the purple petals reveal a slight chill, enchanting and invisible.

Lin Yun under the tree, dressed in a green shirt, his eyes are closed, and his long hair floats with the breeze. There is no killing intent on his body, let alone a sharp edge, just like an immortal who has fallen into the dust, washed away by lead, simple and unpretentious.

But his smooth as jade, cultivated and white palm, after all, was held on the hilt of the sword.

Sword name funeral flowers!

Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain burial flowers. The soul is the willow and the willow is blowing, you go and I stay, two autumns.

Lin Yun opened his eyes, his eyes were misty, and for a moment, the wind came silently.

The water of the lake flows, and the petals on the trees float like fallen leaves, and at some point they have fallen on the surface of the lake, turning into lotus flowers, just like the catkins that turn into duckweed when they enter the water.

The wind and thunder sword qi fell again like raindrops, and in the fierce wind and rain, the fallen leaves on the trees kept falling.

It seems to wither, and it seems to be reborn, and at the moment of death, it turns into a lotus flower and blooms.

In the ethereal and grand vision, Lin Yun held the funeral flower in his hand and swung out with a sword.

Thundered!

The entire underground space shook violently, and the ancient forbidden in the stone wall suffered a huge impact, and countless rocks peeled off, and cracks spread.

In an instant, this impact force spread, and the entire Colossus Square in Thunder Fire City shook violently.

One after another stone buildings and palaces, in this violent fluctuation, collapsed in an instant, and immediately set off earth-shattering waves.

The ancient prohibition blocked the power of the bursting sword, but the sword light seeped out through the ground.

Wow!

The light that burst out from the ground illuminated every piece of rubble in the night, and the ancient and magnificent Divine Dragon Colossus was draped in a layer of dazzling divine light, reflecting the entire Thunderfire City's heavenly dome.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on?"

"The Dragon Colossus has come back to life?"

"Could it be that there is a strange treasure to be born under this Dragon City?"

At this moment, the entire Thunder Fire City was all shocked, and countless figures rose up in the sky, all of them dumbfounded. I was directly shocked by this terrible vision.