Chapter 571

Tomorrow's battle, I'll wait for you!

Cao Zhen's very calm words set off huge waves in the vast venue on the top of the mountain.

This sentence, he said that it is okay, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't say it. A battle tomorrow is inevitable, and Tianfu Academy will inevitably send Lin Yun to challenge him.

But since he said it, it shows an attitude, he Cao Zhen, the demon deliberately cultivated by Beixue Mountain Villa, he has begun to pay attention to Lin Yun.

In tomorrow's battle, he will deal with it seriously and will not be perfunctory.

This is a respect for the opponent and a recognition of Lin Yun's strength, there is no doubt that tomorrow's battle will be extremely exciting.

The waves and expectations in everyone's hearts, needless to say, the funeral playboy vs. Cao Zhen is exciting just thinking about it.

If it was before, no one would have thought that Lin Yun could be qualified to be compared with Cao Zhen. When the two fight, Lin Yun will definitely lose.

But looking at today, this crazy hell mode, I'm afraid no one is sure. Lin Yun will definitely be defeated.

Between the victory and the defeat, there is a lot of suspense.

Lin Yun met that gaze and looked at the other party's cold face, but he felt a lot of pressure.

This person is very strong, just by looking at this look, he can feel that this person is not easy to deal with.

After Cao Zhen finished speaking, he left with the people of Zilu Academy, and gradually drifted away in everyone's field of vision until he disappeared.

Looking at the back of this person's departure, Lin Yun secretly said in his heart, interesting people, tomorrow's battle is probably quite important to me.

He had a hunch that this battle would become the most dangerous battle since he left the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.

Victory or defeat is crucial, and if you lose, the kind of edge that may be fledgling will be completely suppressed.

Not to mention the question of whether luck will fall, the psychological impact alone is very terrifying. It is very likely that once defeated, it will suffer a heavy setback, and within a year, it is impossible to shine at the feast of the dragons.

Not to mention being at the top of the list, I'm afraid that it will be very difficult to fight for a place.

But my generation of swordsmen has always been like this, if there is no heart that overcomes thorns and thorns and is not afraid of life and death, how can we move forward!

In the young man's eyes, a strong fighting spirit gradually rose.

......

Night, as scheduled.

With a cold wind, it blew into the courtyard where Lin Yun was, and climbed in along the window. The wind brought a hint of coolness and a full moonlight.

Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged in the room, exuded a faint silver light on his body, and was cultivating the Purple Kite Sword Technique.

The hot heart after the fierce battle, the cold wind at the moment, and the full moonlight, made his heart gradually peaceful.

But this temporary tranquility is just the silence before the storm is coming, and tomorrow, there will be a shocking battle that will shake Lin Yun's entire heart.

With the operation of the sword technique, the aura of the four directions of heaven and earth poured into the young man's body in a slow and huge way.

Lin Yun was like a giant whale in the deep sea, frantically engulfing these spiritual qi, constantly nourishing his physical body and consolidating his cultivation.

The silver light around him was flickering, reflecting the young man's cold face a little arrogantly.

Whew!

Half an hour later, Lin Yun opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. The light in his eyes was like a sword, and at that moment, it seemed to illuminate the room as bright as day, and the young man's body rose with a fierce and domineering sword intent, as vast as the sea.

Half a sound, this majestic sword intent disappeared completely, and all of it was hidden in Lin Yun's body, and not a single trace was leaked.

The majesty and vastness of this sword intent has far exceeded the expectations of outsiders.

What's even more rare is that such a domineering sword intent can barely be achieved in Lin Yun's hands, and it can be retracted and released freely. If you were someone else, you would suddenly have such a terrifying sword intent, just like a child wielding an iron sword far beyond his weight, staggering, not hurting others, but hurting himself.

"The condensation of the sword intent of the Purple Kite Sword Technique is as sharp as ever, but my realm is still unable to break through the bottleneck of the Yin Xuan Realm for a while. ”

Lin Yun looked up, and the bright moon hanging on the top of the mountain outside the window made the entire mountain peak look extraordinarily quiet.

Shicai, he tried several times, using sword techniques to break through the bottleneck of that realm. Without exception, all failed.

It's an accident, it's just that the accumulation is not enough.

During this period of time, his cultivation was basically a matter of course, and the bottleneck passed with a light flush. Right now, it's finally reached the real hurdle, and it's been blocked temporarily.

If the Hell Flower in that storage bag is refined, it will definitely be able to advance to the Yang Xuan Realm.

If that's the case, it's too worthless, and this flower is quite rare. It has been rare to see for decades, and in the huge Youzhou City, even the Xuanyang Palace, which has the strongest resources, it is impossible to get the Hell Flower.

It is a pity that such an unavoidable treasure of heaven and earth can be refined in the Yin Xuan Realm.

It's just that Cao Zhen ......

During the day, he and Cao Zhen just glanced at each other from a distance. But at this glance, Lin Yun could sense that the other party's cultivation was deep and unfathomable. I'm afraid that the rumors are true, and they have already reached the terrifying point of the Yang Xuan Realm.

The true yuan is gathered, majestic and vast, as thick as the ocean, which is difficult to resist.

This kind of realm is much stronger than Jiang Yi, Cao Xiu and others. There is a huge gap between the Yin Xuan Realm and the Yang Xuan Realm, and the Yang Xuan Realm is fine.

But the Yang Xuan Realm was completed, and this gap was widened at once, and the existence of a chasm was extended. If you want to boast about the realm of fighting, you can barely do it.

Lin Yun felt a burst of pressure in his heart, but it wasn't all this Cao Zhen, he was thinking further.

Although this Cao Zhen is demonic, after all, he is only in his twenties, and there is still a big gap between him and the real powerhouses on the Longyun list.

A Cao Zhen is so terrifying, if he can't be defeated, it is really naïve to want to compete for the seat of the Longyun List.

How can I chase Su Ziyao?

"I'm afraid this battle is destined to be quite tragic......

Lin Yun whispered to himself, a glint flashing in his eyes, but no matter what, he would definitely not retreat from this battle, because he had no way out.

Retracting his thoughts, Lin Yun patted the tiger sniffing rose on the storage bag and took out the picture of the tiger sniffing rose.

In the painting, the tiger is majestic and powerful, swallowing the eight wildernesses, opening its mouth and being able to connect with the sun, moon and stars. It was such a fierce tiger, meekly embroidered with the rose petals in the palm of the man in Tsing Yi with his eyes closed, and he had seen this picture many times.

When he looked at it carefully, the soul mark in his Xuan Palace immediately shone with bursts of light. A fluctuation of soul power slowly emanated from his body.

Where do the flowers come from!

The blurry picture in front of him became clear, the man in Tsing Yi holding the sword, muttering to himself, the rose in his palm gently floated up and down, and the sword in his right hand danced in the air.

The flowers fall on the tip of the sword, blooming dazzling and vast. At this moment, the people in Tsing Yi who are casual and calm, like water, want to condense. Infinite sword momentum suddenly erupted from his body, which was many, many times stronger than the fierce tiger that swallowed the eight desolations and could merge with the sun, moon and stars.

The rose at the tip of the sword blooms, thousands of rays of light explode, a heaven and earth, the streamer escapes, dazzling than the stars, and competing for glory than the sun and the moon. It seems that when the next sword falls, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers will tremble under this sword.

When he put away his sword, the flowers fell, purple and red, competing for beauty.

Suddenly, the man in Tsing Yi looked back and smiled, and this smile was a hundred flowers faded. His gaze passed through the scroll, as if meeting Lin Yun's eyes, and the sword came out and leaped into the air.

Click!

There was a sound of the picture scroll exploding, raining all over the sky, endless mountains and rivers, and he broke the painting with a sword.

Lin Yun hurriedly closed his eyes and slammed the scroll together, his heart pounding. I was trembling, I couldn't tell if it was nervousness, fear, excitement, or all of it.

It took him a long time before he opened his eyes.

Looking up, in the night, the moonlight is like water. Everything I saw just now was like a dream bubble, no roses, no tigers, and no people in Tsing Yi who existed like gods.

But Lin Yun's eyes bloomed with excitement, and he muttered, "I saw it, I did see it." This set of swordsmanship is completely different from what I saw at first, where does the flower come from. It is also where the flower comes from, and the light of this sword seems to be able to compete with the sun and the moon, eclipsing the stars. That sword, that smile......"

In this way, it proved the long-term speculation in his heart, this picture scroll does require a very high spiritual pattern attainment to understand it.

At the moment, there is a lot of progress, but it is still difficult to withstand such a sharp edge.

The sword that the man in green clothes broke out of the painting made him feel that he really didn't have time to close the scroll. It is very likely that he will pierce his soul with a sword.

Lin Yun's excited heart gradually calmed down.

It seems that after observing the half-way divine texts of Tianfu Academy, you can fully understand this set of swordsmanship left by the people in Tsing Yi. But even so, the last sword of the man in Tsing Yi, the sword that smiled back and pierced the scroll, still made him fall into deep contemplation.

Can I also break the painting with the funeral flowers in my hand?

Perhaps, not necessarily impossible!

Meanwhile.

In the courtyard where Zilu Academy is located, Cao Zhen is sitting in front of a coffee table, he is holding a teacup and quietly watching the fragrance of tea floating, as if he is a wooden head, I don't know how long it has lasted.

Creak!

It wasn't until the door was pushed open that Cao Zhen drank all the tea in this cup.

The person who came was dressed in purple, he was the leader of Zilu Academy, and his status was no less than that of Tang Yu's predecessors in Tianfu Academy, and his strength was quite terrifying.

"The big war is coming, I thought you would step up your hard training, but I didn't expect it to be so calm, it seems that you didn't really take that Lin Yun in your eyes, tomorrow you will fight, and you will be nine out of ten." The visitor smiled and whispered.

When Cao Zhen heard this, a different color flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head and said softly: "I didn't practice hard, just because, there is no need for this." I practice enough on weekdays, and it's not bad for this night. I seemed to be calm, just wondering why the sword he had swung during the day was so fast. ”

"Have you figured it out?" The purple-clothed old man's expression suddenly became nervous, and he hurriedly asked.

In his opinion, even if Lin Yun had miraculous skills, he could achieve a complete cultivation in the Yin Xuan Realm, and he could overwhelm Cao Xiu and Jiang Yi. But against Cao Zhen, there is no such possibility, but he will face considerable pressure.

What was really terrifying was Lin Yun's sword, especially the one that killed Cao Xiu.

It's a little too fast, not only fast, but also extremely domineering.

Cao Zhen shook his head and said lightly: "I saw some clues, but I didn't completely figure it out." ”

"Isn't this quite passive?" the purple-clothed old man frowned slightly.

"I don't really have to figure it out, I need a sword, as long as it's faster than his. ”

Under the moonlight, Cao Zhen's thin face was extremely cold.