Chapter 570

Fight tomorrow, I'll wait for you!

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

This sentence, he can say it, it doesn't matter if he doesn't say it. The battle tomorrow was unavoidable, and Tianfu Academy would definitely send Lin Yun to challenge him.

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

Tomorrow's battle, he will deal with it seriously and never perfunctory.

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

There is no need to say much about the waves and expectations in the hearts of the people. Just thinking about it makes people excited.

If it was before, no one would think that Lin Yunneng was qualified to be compared with Cao Zhen. If the two fought, Lin Yun would definitely lose.

But looking at today, this crazy hell mode, I am afraid that no one dares to be sure. Lin Yun would definitely lose.

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

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

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

After that Cao Zhen finished speaking, he and the people from Zilu Academy left together. In the eyes of everyone, they gradually drifted away until they disappeared.

Looking at the back of this person leaving, Lin Yun secretly said in his heart, interesting people, tomorrow's battle, I am afraid it is very important to me.

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

Victory or defeat is very important. If you lose, you may be completely suppressed.

Not to mention the question of whether the luck will fall, just the impact on the mind is very scary. It is very likely that once they lose, they will suffer severe setbacks. Within a year, it is impossible to make a big splash at the feast of dragons.

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

But my generation of swordsmen has always been like this, if you don't have a heart that is not afraid of life and death, how can you go forward!

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

...

Night came on schedule.

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 it also brought a full moonlight.

Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged in the house, exuded a faint silver light, and was cultivating the Ziyuan Sword Art.

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

But this temporary tranquility is nothing but the silence before the storm is about to come. Tomorrow, there will be a shocking battle that will shake Lin Yun's whole heart.

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

Lin Yun is like a giant whale in the deep sea, madly engulfing these spiritual energy, constantly nourishing the body and consolidating his cultivation.

The silver light all over his body was flickering non-stop, reflecting the young man's cold face somewhat arrogant.

Whoosh!

After half an hour, Lin Yun opened his eyes, and there was a sharp glint 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 rose up with a fierce and domineering sword intent, as vast as the sea.

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

The majestic and vastness of these sword intents has far exceeded what outsiders expected.

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

"Ziyuan Sword Art's condensed sword intent is as sharp as ever, but I can't break through the bottleneck of the Yin Profound Realm for a while in my realm."

Lin Yun looked up and saw the bright moon hanging on the top of the mountain outside the window, making the entire mountain look extraordinarily peaceful.

Just now, he tried several times to attack the bottleneck of the realm with sword tactics. Without exception, all failed.

It's an unexpected thing, it's nothing more than not enough accumulation.

During this period of time, the diligence of his cultivation was basically a matter of course, and the bottleneck was over in a single rush. Right now, the real big hurdle has finally been reached, and it has been temporarily blocked.

If you refine the Infernal Flower in that storage bag, you will definitely be able to advance to the Yang Profound Realm if there is no accident.

If this is the case, it is too worthless, this flower is quite rare. It has been rare to see it for decades. In the huge Youzhou City, even the Xuanyang Hall with the strongest resources, it is impossible to get the Infernal Flower.

It is such a pity that such a rare and unattainable treasure of heaven and earth is refined in the Yin Profound Realm.

It's just that Cao Zhen...

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

Between the gathering of true essence, it is majestic and vast, as thick as the ocean, making it hard to resist.

In this state, compared to Jiang Yi, Cao Xiu and others, I really don't know how much stronger. The Yin Profound Realm and the Yang Profound Realm already had a huge gap, but the Yang Profound Realm was just fine.

But when the Yang Profound Realm was completed, the gap was widened into a chasm-like existence in one fell swoop. If you want to praise the realm of combat, it is very reluctant.

Lin Yun felt pressure in his heart, but it wasn't all Cao Zhen, he thought further.

Although this Cao Zhen is a monster, but after all, he is only in his twenties. Compared with the real powerhouse on the Dragon Cloud Ranking, there is still a big gap between him.

A Cao Zhen is so terrifying. If he can't defeat it, it would be really naive to want to fight for the seat on the Dragon Cloud Ranking.

How can I chase Su Ziyao?

"This battle, I'm afraid it is destined to be quite tragic..."

Lin Yun whispered to himself, a bright light flashed in his eyes, but no matter what, he would never retreat in this battle, because he had no way out.

Recovering his thoughts, Lin Yun tapped lightly on the storage bag and took out the picture of a tiger sniffing a rose.

In the painting, the fierce tiger is powerful and arrogant, and it can open its mouth to merge with the sun, moon and stars. It is just such a fierce tiger, with his eyes closed and docile embroidering the rose petals in the palm of the man in Tsing Yi. He has seen this picture many times.

After looking at it carefully now, the soul imprint in his Xuan Palace immediately burst into light. A faint wave of soul power slowly radiated from him.

Where do flowers come from!

The picture in front of him blurred and became clear. The man in Tsing Yi with the sword muttered to himself, the rose in the palm of his hand gently floated up and down, the sword was picked up in his right hand, and he danced in the air.

The flower falls on the tip of the sword and blooms in a dazzling expanse. At this moment, the people in Tsing Yi who are casual and calm, want to condense like water. Infinite sword power suddenly erupted from his body, which was many times stronger than the fierce tiger that swallowed the eight wastes and could match the sun, the moon and the stars.

The rose on the tip of the sword bloomed, and thousands of rays of light burst. One side of the world, the streamer scattered, 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 took the sword, the flowers were falling, and the flowers were bright and red, competing for beauty.

All of a sudden, the man in Tsing Yi looked back and smiled, and this smile made all the flowers pale. His sight passed through the picture scroll, as if to meet Lin Yun's eyes, the sword came out, and he leaped into the air.

Click!

The sound of the picture scroll bursting appeared, the sky was full of flowers and rain, and the endless mountains and rivers came out with his sword.

Lin Yun quickly closed his eyes and slammed the scrolls together, his heart thumping and beating non-stop. Trembling all over, couldn't tell if it was nervousness, fear, excitement, or both.

After a long time, he opened his eyes.

Looking up, in the night, the moonlight is like water. Everything I saw just now was like a dream bubble, there were no roses, no tigers, and no one in Tsing Yi who existed like a god. But Lin Yun's eyes were full of excitement, and he pondered: "I saw it, I did see it. This set of swordsmanship is completely different from what I saw at first, where did the flowers come from. The same is where the flowers come from. From now on, the light of this sword seems to be able to compete with the sun and the moon, making the stars all overshadowed.

color. That sword, that smile..."

In this way, it proves the long-term speculation in his heart that this picture scroll really requires a very high level of spiritual pattern to penetrate.

At present, there is a lot of progress, but it is still difficult to bear the edge.

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

Lin Yun's excited heart gradually calmed down.

It seems that only after watching the half-dao divine script of the Tianfu Academy can you fully understand this set of swordsmanship left by the Tsing Yi people. But even so, the last sword of the man in Tsing Yi, the sword that pierced the picture scroll with a smile when he looked back, still caused him to fall into deep contemplation.

Can the burial flower in my hand be broken out of the picture?

Perhaps, not necessarily impossible!

at the same time.

In the courtyard where Zilu Academy is located, Cao Zhen is sitting in front of a coffee table.

creak!

It was not until the door was pushed open that Cao Zhen drank the tea from the cup.

The person who came wearing purple clothes was the leader of the Zilu Academy, and his status was no less than the senior Tang Yu of Tianfu Academy, and his strength was quite terrifying.

"When the war is coming, I thought you would step up your hard training. I didn't expect it to be so calm. It seems that you didn't really take that Lin Yun into your eyes. In the battle tomorrow, you can be sure of it." The person smiled. , said softly.

Hearing this, Cao Zhen flashed a strange look in his eyes, shook his head and said softly: "I didn't practice hard, just because, there's no need for it. I practice enough on weekdays, it's not bad this night. Why is the sword swung in the daytime so fast."

"Have you figured it out yet?" The purple-clothed old man suddenly became nervous and asked quickly.

From his point of view, even if Lin Yun possesses extraordinary abilities and is able to achieve a perfect cultivation in the Yin Profound Realm, he can overwhelm Cao Xiu and Jiang Yi. But when it comes to Cao Zhen, there is no such possibility. Instead, he will face considerable pressure.

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

It's a bit too fast, not only fast, but also extremely overbearing.

Cao Zhen shook his head and said lightly, "I can see some clues, but I haven't fully figured it out."

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

"Why? I don't really need to figure it out completely. I have a knife, as long as it is faster than his sword." Under the moonlight, Cao Zhen's thin face was particularly cold.