Perhaps it was because Lin Yun had mastered the complete sword intent and was recognized by the Burial Sword Forest.

The formation containing great killing intent and sword intent quietly disappeared, and this place was like an ordinary bamboo forest.

However, if you want to go to the bamboo building in front of you, you still can't be careless.

"Be careful. ”

"Hehe, just wait for this sentence. ”

Li Wuwu was agile, hung on the hundred-zhang high green bamboo, and swung vigorously a few times. Like a spirit ape, a few ups and downs floated into the small courtyard of the bamboo building very lightly.

Holding the blood dragon horse and looking at the environment in all directions, Lin Yun walked slowly towards the small courtyard.

The courtyard is empty, except for the simple two stone platforms, only the bamboo building built with the water remains.

"It's cold enough in this place. ”

Li Wuwu walked around, shook his body, and sighed softly.

His eyes lit up and he searched everywhere.

Not to mention the natural treasures, there are not even a few weeds in this place, let alone any historical sites.

"Brother, I'll go to this house and have a look. ”

Li Wuwu rolled his eyes, looked at Lin Yun who was touching the stone platform, and asked softly.

"Are you sure? This place is not inhabited, and maybe the owner hasn't gone far yet. ”

"No way, this hellish place is so cold, who will live here for a long time. At most, I experience it occasionally, I'll go in, and don't blame me for giving you some of the treasures I find. ”

Li Wuwu grinned and rushed directly into the bamboo building.

He just hopes that this place used to be inhabited by some seniors, and if he left something casually, he could be regarded as picking up a big bargain.

Lin Yun retracted his gaze and landed on the stone platform again.

The surface of the stone platform is depicted with messy textures, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is natural or blessed by later generations.

In this small courtyard, after taking a look, Lin Yun came to the lake.

The cold lake was so misty that only the tip of the iceberg could be seen, and it was all shrouded in mist ahead.

"It's a bit like a maze on the edge, I'm afraid this cold lake can't go deep casually, but it's certain that there is a yin in this place!"

The cold chill that penetrated the bones and heart-shattering made Lin Yun believe that there must be a yin evil.

However, unlike the yin evil at the bottom of the abyss in the Yin Wind Stream, the yin evil in this place is very completely sealed.

There is not a trace of flaw, unlike the seal of Yin Fengjian, which is too broken.

As a result, the Yin Wind Stream became a Jedi, the turbulence was turbulent, and the Xuanwu Realm fell into nine deaths.

After thinking about it, Lin Yun returned to the two stone platforms again and observed them carefully for a moment.

A moment later, the slight difference between the two stone platforms was keenly captured by him.

"This one is obviously used a lot, and the surface is much smoother......"

It seems that there are indeed people here, using the Yin Sha to cultivate.

The exercises of the ice attribute can all be used to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The utilization efficiency is far less than the Heaven Devouring Technique he has cultivated.

That's the power of devouring, directly devouring the power of yin and evil, how much.

"I don't have a hair, I don't know which old ghost lives in this place, it's really poor to ......"

Li Wuwu, who was full of joy, walked out with a depressed face, disappointed.

Lin Yun smiled faintly: "This bamboo forest is a treasure land, although the formation is suspended at the moment, the sword intent contained in the green bamboo is still there." Practicing swordsmanship here will inevitably make rapid progress. ”

"There is some truth, but how do we get out?"

Li Wuwu looked at the hazy mist on the cold lake and frowned softly.

"There's no hurry. ”

Lin Yun is indeed not in a hurry, he has just mastered the complete sword intent, and he still needs to stabilize it.

"Is this place permanently inhabited?"

Li Wuwu asked with a little weakness.

Lin Yun didn't answer him, walked straight to the bamboo forest, didn't say a word, and directly began to cultivate.

Such a treasure land, how can it be a waste of time.

Since he came out of Qingyun Sect, he has not suffered such a big blow, and he has been forced to go to heaven and earth, and he has no way out.

Even bullied in public, under the attention of countless eyes, it made him feel cold indifference in his heart.

Whether it's for himself, for the Blood Dragon Horse, or for Li Wuwu, he can't swallow this breath!

Wang Ning, Huangfu Jingxuan, Feng Haoyu, Mo Qingyun, Han Mo Han Feng...... You can't let go of any of them.

strength, which he urgently needs now, to strengthen his strength.

Clang!

The sword box behind his back was heavily placed on the ground by him, and with a gesture of his hand, he held the funeral sword in his hand.

Thunder sound swordsmanship, wind!

With a flick of his wrist, a dense sword shadow suddenly rose like a storm. With the blessing of complete sword intent, Lin Yun stabbed out nine hundred and eighty-one swords in a single breath.

When the sword shadows overlapped, the piercing thunder sounded in all directions.

On Lin Yun's body, the wind was strong, the smoke and dust were billowing, and the floating clouds were agitated.

Not enough!

The essence in his eyes flickered, Lin Yun let out a long roar, and in one breath, he stabbed nine swords in a row.

Rub and go!

He urged the Purple Kite Sword Technique to the extreme, and his sword intent was like a dragon overturning the river and the sea, stirring the earth and shaking the mountains.

Thundered!

The funeral sword in his hand is so fast that it makes people dizzy, and the vision is completely impossible to capture.

Nine thunder sounds, resounding at the same time, connected into one.

The ground rumbled and shook, and the green bamboo swayed, swaying from side to side, the amplitude was staggering.

"My God......"

Li Wuwu in the courtyard was stunned, the complete sword intent was so terrifying.

Let Lin Yun's swordsmanship have a kind of frustration that cannot be compared to the mountains.

The most terrifying thing is that the nine thunder sounds condensed, and Li Wuwu's mind buzzed and exploded, and the five internal organs of his body were agitated, and his qi and blood were boiling.

It's not at all like the innate realm, and the sword moves that can be cast.

Shaking his head, Li Wuwu said without worrying: "Someone else said before that Bai Lixuan used the realm of the innate seven tricks to kill the disciples of the Xuanwu Realm. I'm still a little unconvinced......"

Now that I can see the swordsmanship that Lin Yun has shown, I have to believe it if I don't believe it.

Complete sword intent, it's so terrifying!

Lei Yin swordsmanship, falling flowers!

Lin Yun, whose sword intent was like a river, suddenly shook his momentum, and the wind stopped abruptly.

When Li Wuwu felt that Lin Yun was going to rest for a while.

His sword moved again.

Falling flowers for a moment, falling flowers for only a moment, living to death. Lin Yun, who came out of the sword, was like a withered fallen flower, living towards death, only seeking the peerless poignancy of this moment.

This time, not only the sword, but even Lin Yun, who was holding the sword, was almost a little out of sight.

"It's going to be fast again. ”

Li Wuwu raised his eyebrows, keenly aware that with the deepening of his swordsmanship, Lin Yun's sword and the person holding the sword became faster and faster.

Thunder sound swordsmanship, flying snow!

Like clouds rising, like snow flying, clouds rising and snow flying.

In the bamboo forest, the chill plummeted, and Lin Yun's sword intent spread out, like surging white clouds, constantly changing. The scattered sword rays seemed to be flying like snowflakes.

The sword in his hand, wrapped in a sword like snow, rolled away.

There is not only the agility of snow, but also the vastness of the sea of clouds, and in the fast, there is a touch of spirituality.

A sword came out, and there were pieces of green bamboos in front of it, all of which bent over.

When Lin Yun retracted it slightly, the green bamboo, which was full of toughness and contained majestic sword intent, bounced back violently.

Boom!

Hundreds of green bamboos, swinging at the same time, continuous sword intent, swept towards Lin Yun.

"Chasing the Moon!"

Lin Yun smiled slightly, and the fourth move of the Lei Yin Sword Technique was displayed in his hand.

Reach the peak and chase the stars and the moon!

With the blessing of the sword intent, Lin Yun's figure exploded and disappeared directly. It seems that the stars and the moon have been left behind by him, waiting for them to appear again.

The sword intent of the green bamboo has been broken, and it has appeared a hundred zhang away.

"I actually broke the ...... like this"

Li Wuwu touched his chin and felt incredible, the sword intent gathered by hundreds of green bamboos, with Lin Yun's strength, it was impossible to follow.

But at an unbelievable speed, he rushed over and cut a hole.

Shenxiao!

The last style of the thunder sound swordsmanship, the divine sound is like thunder, breaking through the sky!

After a complete set of Thunder Shadow Sword Techniques were cast, the sword body of the Burial Flower Sword kept trembling, and the four styles of wind, flower, snow, and moon came down, and the sword body trembled, reaching an unprecedented level.

Lin Yun waved his hand, like a crane spreading its wings and an antelope hanging its horns, which seemed to be relaxed and freehand.

But when he swung it out, the trembling blade of the sword erupted with a loud sound that was completely comparable to thunder. It's like a thunderbolt, not in the sky, in his hands, out of thin air.

Rumble!

The terrifying thunder sound, precipitated with a reckless sword intent, exploded violently. Suddenly, the green bamboos exploded inch by inch.

After Lin Yun collected his sword, there was not a single green bamboo standing in a radius of thousands of kilometers, and all of them collapsed.

The sword intent contained in the green bamboo was stirring everywhere. A trace of ancient lines flickered on the ground, swallowing these terrifying sword intents silently.

Otherwise, this sword intent will be unbridled, and the entire bamboo forest will have to be destroyed.

"The divine sound is like thunder, breaking through the sky, and the thunder sound swordsmanship is finally complete. ”

Looking at the broken bamboos all over the ground, Lin Yun breathed a long sigh of relief.

The true meaning of the last form, he has already understood. can be understood thoroughly, if there is no complete sword intent to suppress the trembling sword body to the extreme, the thunder-like divine sound, it is not the clouds that are shattered, it is he Lin Yunben.

Li Wuwu walked over with surprise in his eyes and looked around, full of shock.

After a long time, he smiled bitterly and said, "Complete sword intent, it's really terrifying." If you don't reach the Xuanwu Realm, I won't dare to get on you. ”

"It's not enough. ”

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Lin Yun said calmly.

Not enough?

Li Wuwu scratched his head, why is it not enough, it is obviously a little terrifying to be strong.

He didn't know that Lin Yun already had a killing heart for Wang Ning in his heart at this moment.

There are also Huangfu Jingxuan, Feng Haoyu, Han Mo and Han Feng, he doesn't want to let go of any of them.

"Someone's coming!"

"Where?"

Li Wuwu was startled, and when he looked up, he saw a hazy mist. A fishing boat, carrying an old man, came to the shore through the vast mist.

"Go on, you have to figure out what's going on in this place. ”

Lin Yun stepped forward quickly and walked towards the courtyard of the old man's bamboo building.

Li Wuwu looked embarrassed, gritted his teeth, and still followed.

The old man carried a fish basket on his back and walked around. Take off the hat and hang it on a bamboo pole, revealing a weathered face.

Black and white hair, unkempt beard, and an old turban tied to his forehead.

Seeing Lin Yun and Li Wuwu, their expressions were unwavering and unchanged. glanced at Lin Yun lightly, looked at the mark on his eyebrows, paused and laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's actually a sword slave who stepped into my burial sword forest." ”

When the words fell, he ignored the two and walked directly to the bamboo building.

Finished......

In the bottom of Li Wuwu's heart, he suddenly wailed and didn't dare to look at it.