Chapter 62

The rose blooms, and the sword is like the wind.

Liu Yu, who was shaken flying, used a powerful cultivation base to shake out all the internal energy in his body after he landed.

Bang!

I saw hundreds of petals flying from its body and exploding in mid-air.

His face was slightly pale, and his eyes were full of incredible expressions. He never thought that he would be sent flying by Lin Yun's sword.

Even if he was knocked flying, the opponent had just been promoted to the eighth level of martial arts, and he was able to hurt him with this sword.

"How...how did you do it?"

When Liu Yu spoke, he accidentally involved the wound on his body, and the pain was suddenly severe.

Lin Yun fell slowly, his face expressionless, but he sneered in his heart.

Where did the flower come from, it is not an ordinary innate martial skill.

It was the secret skill that the mysterious man in Tsing Yi left in the picture scroll.

Thinking that when he first entered the seventh level of martial arts, his kendo comprehension was not as good as it is now. In a desperate situation, Ma Tianyi, who hit the peak with a single sword, could be hit.

Now, with the powerful medicinal power of Qiqiao Linglong Pill, he has been promoted to the eighth level of martial arts.

In terms of kendo comprehension, the further he is, where does this trick come from, the power will only be multiplied!

Bang bang bang!

At the heart of the heart, the heart is still beating non-stop. After the flower is displayed from where, it stimulates the mysterious elixir embedded in the heart again.

From the seven orifices on the surface of the medicinal pill, strong medicinal power continued to flow out, as if seven rivers were turbulent in its body.

Constantly nourishing his body and strengthening his cultivation.

If you feel it carefully, you will be surprised to find that the cultivation level on his body is still slowly improving with the penetration of the medicinal power.

"How did this happen? How did he, who broke through the eighth level of martial arts, hurt a pseudo-innate."

"I can't figure it out... I only feel that it has something to do with his swordsmanship. I have never seen such a terrible innate martial arts in the entire Tianshui Kingdom."

"Yes, I feel the same way. If his cultivation is higher, I suspect that this sword will directly hit Liu Yu!"

"The swordsmanship he showed before has already made people feel that it is not simple. His understanding of swordsmanship is probably unparalleled in Tianshui."

Not only Liu Yu couldn't understand it, but the warriors watching the battle and the people from the two remaining sects couldn't understand it.

But what was most surprising was Bai Ming, who was entangled by several elders of the Ziyan Sect.

He was also only at the tenth level of martial arts, and was entangled by many people in the Ziyan Sect, and he had no time to escape.

Originally, Lin Yun was bound to die, but he didn't expect to break through the desperate situation. With a sword, he once again displayed his innate martial skills.

"Is this really an innate martial skill? Why can't I remember that there are such terrifying remnants of innate swordsmanship in the Qingyun Sect. It seems that the day went wrong. This is his own adventure!"

It was not the first time he had seen Lin Yun perform this move, but after seeing the terrifying power again, he had to be suspicious.

Right now, he can't take care of a lot. Lin Yun's sword greatly boosted the morale of the Qingyun Sect.

"Junior Brother Lin smashed the old ghost Liu Yu with a sword. Come on, everyone, Ziyan Sect may not be able to completely defeat my Qingyun Sect today."

"No wonder Liu Yu wants to kill Junior Brother Lin. In the end, he is afraid that Junior Brother Lin will grow up. It's really shameless!"

"kill!"

The disciples and elders of the Qingyun Sect were inspired, and they were faced with a more difficult situation, but they overwhelmed the Ziyan Sect in terms of momentum.

On the high platform, the city lord Bai Qiushui's beautiful eyes flowed, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Lin Yun.

The scenes that ordinary people can't capture, appear little by little in her eyes.

Vaguely, she seemed to see seven green dragon shadows surrounding Lin Yun.

Under the nourishment of the seven dragon shadows, Lin Yun's cultivation increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Linglong Qiqiao Pill!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Bai Qiushui's eyes, and then his eyes were fixed on Lin Yun's heart.

"So it is! No wonder the breakthrough from the seventh level of martial arts to the eighth level has such an amazing momentum. This is because someone saw that his roots were not good, so he gave him the Linglong Qiqiao Pill, so that he would be less wrong in the acquired realm!"

"That swordsmanship... It seems that I can also see the shadow of a certain great emperor. This son should have some opportunities that ordinary people can't match. This kind of swordsmanship talent, I am afraid that it is not as good as the geniuses of the aristocratic family.

After Lin Yun's appearance, Bai Qiushui felt his eyes light up, and he has been observing in secret.

It is a pity that the opponent is too weak, and apart from showing an amazing talent, he did not reveal much.

It was not until Liu Yu's appearance that she truly realized the potential of Lin Yun.

Boom!

The battle on the competition platform became more and more intense, and Bai Qiushui had no intention of stopping it.

After Liu Yu was injured by a sword, he regrouped and killed Lin Yun again.

But he was injured and could no longer show his peak strength, but Lin Yun, the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

Relying on dragons and tigers to generate power, he is not weak at all in terms of momentum, and the peak perfect flow of wind swordsmanship unfolds like clouds and waters.

In the dark, he felt that his understanding of kendo seemed to have captured a subtle artistic conception.

This kind of mood is hard to describe, but in the face of Liu Yu's enormous pressure, he can clearly feel it.

He felt that the sword in his hand was connected with his own mind.

All kinds of sword moves are displayed, not only without hindrance, but also seems to be able to continue to strengthen.

It's like a sword in the hand, not a dead thing, as if it came alive.

Suddenly, Lin Yun was completely immersed in the battle with the opponent.

Falling into some kind of subtle state, the sword moves that the man in Tsing Yi left in the picture scroll became clearer and clearer.

At this moment, in the battle between him and Liu Yu, he became enlightened little by little.

The profound meanings that were not understood in the past are integrated with today's battle.

For a time, the battle between Lin Yun and Liu Yu became even more imaginative.

It's obviously just the peak and perfect flow of wind swordsmanship, but it makes people feel that there are thousands of possibilities, and there is no trace to be found.

Liu Yu, with his tenth-level martial arts cultivation, had the advantage, but he couldn't break through Lin Yun's sword power.

There is always a sword coming from a god, and just when he thought he had seized the flaw, a ghost stabbed him.

Scared him, he quickly backed away, lest the scene of being injured before would happen again.

"Sect Master, we are here to help you!"

Several elders of Ziyan Sect couldn't help Lin Yun when they saw Liu Yu. It even seemed to be the opponent's sparring partner. After a long battle, Lin Yun became stronger and stronger.

The four quickly rushed out and killed Lin Yun together.

"Damn, Junior Brother Lin be careful!"

Seeing the four elders of Ziyan Sect and killing Lin Yun, the disciples of Qingyun Sect became anxious.

"Purple Cloud Sword!"

"Shattering Mountain Knife Technique!"

"Heavenly Sword!"

"Hundred cloud thorns!"

The four elders of Ziyanzong, each with their unique skills, gave birth to sword shadows and spear lights, leaped into the air, and killed Lin Yun.

The huge killing intent gathered together, and Lin Yun, who was immersed in a mysterious state, suddenly woke up.

He seemed to wake up from a dream, and deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a burst of flames.

Facing the ultimate move of the four Ziyanzong elders, he buried the foil sword in his hand, and with a slight movement, he heard a trembling sound.

rub rub!

On this chaotic competition stage, the burial foil sword, as thin as a cicada's wings, sounded a crisp and melodious sound.

It seemed that someone was playing the guzheng, and it kept clanking, making everyone stunned.

"what sound?"

The four elders of the Purple Flame Sect suddenly discovered that the weapons in their hands were shaking uncontrollably.

The powerful ultimate move gradually became unable to take shape. At the moment, he looked anxious and tried to control it.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the four Ziyanzong elders, where did the flower come from, and once again displayed it from its hands.

He woke up from a mysterious state and had a deeper understanding of Rose Sword Art.

This sword pierced, and on the tip of the sword, three roses bloomed at the same time.

Whoa!

When the rose flower burst into bloom, countless petals surrounded Lin Yun, rising like a tornado.

For a time, the sword was surging, and the roses covered the sky. Under the control of Lin Yun, they came frantically.

Bang bang bang!

The four elders of Ziyanzong who came from flying stabs screamed in agony and were knocked flying.

After landing, there was a look of horror in their eyes, and they all retreated.

Zheng!

When the roses were scattered, the sword in Lin Yun's hand was still clanging, and the sound of the sword was loud and clear.

"Smell the sword and psychic?"

On the high platform, Bai Qiushui stood up abruptly, an unbelievable look flashed in his eyes.