Chapter 765
High Heaven Sword Pavilion, the top of the solitary peak.
Lin Yun, who was on the top of the mountain, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, with his burial foil erected on a rock a hundred meters away.
The feast is approaching, and there is not much time left. After Lin Yun stabilizes the movement of Tengyun Jue. Instead of deliberately practicing hard, come here to watch the clouds, see the fog, listen to the wind, and admire the moon, so as to cultivate the heart and cultivate one's own sword heart.
He is a swordsman after all, no matter how strong Canglong Jiucheng is, no matter how terrifying the taboo boxing technique Seven Killing Fist is, or how defying the sky is.
If you want to shine at the feast of dragons and win the ranking you want, you still have to rely on the sword in your hand. Having seen Yan Longzi's demeanor, Lin Yun deeply realized the gap between himself and the Three Kings and Qiying. If you want to compete with these people, the biggest reliance is still on your own psychic sword intent. If you can take your sword mind a step further and cultivate the psychic sword intent to a small level of success, the odds of winning are slim.
No doubt it will be bigger.
In front of him, there is an endless sea of clouds, a vast expanse of white.
At a certain moment, when the morning sun broke out, countless golden light fell on the sea of clouds. The vast sea of clouds was suddenly dazzling and dazzling, paving a layer of golden brilliance, like a fantasy fairyland.
"sword!"
When the light covered the entire sea of clouds, there seemed to be light blooming in the depths of Lin Yun's eyes.
The majestic sword intent is absolutely domineering, and the sword contains the edge of slaying all things.
Click!
Lin Yun swung out a sword, and in front of him was a sea of clouds covered with endless sword light, and a smooth gap appeared, spreading out continuously.
hiss! hiss!
The endless sea of clouds was being torn apart like a piece of cloth. After the gap was torn for three kilometers, it stopped abruptly.
The cracked gap only existed for a moment, and the vast sea of clouds quickly closed, and the sword intent could not last forever.
"It's still three thousand meters... It's really difficult for this psychic sword intent to be promoted to Xiaocheng."
Lin Yun threw it casually, and buried the end of the foil into the scabbard a hundred meters away. Above his head, stars like snow kept falling.
Shaking his head, Lin Yun sat down again, watching the clouds and listening to the wind.
Let time pass, the sun rises and sets, Lin Yun is on the top of this lonely mountain, motionless.
In the blink of an eye, another five days have passed.
Another round of morning sun broke out, and the white sea of clouds shone with golden light. In Lin Yun's eyes, the process of falling golden light was broken down into a set of slow movements. Those golden rays of light were like rice grains beating in the sea of clouds in his eyes.
Suddenly, Lin Yun's heart moved, and he suddenly realized.
Sword Intent is psychic, invisible and spiritual. But after the invisible things are channeled, they can easily cut off the tangible things like chopping melons and vegetables. Whether it is a mountain, the earth, or a big river, the sword intent can sever the dead.
But the vast sea of clouds is essentially intangible.
"It turns out that I was wrong before. How can I succeed in slicing the sea of clouds by severing tangible things? I was wrong from the beginning..."
Lin Yun instantly understood, and immediately raised his hand, and his five fingers held the flying funeral flower.
Without any fancy, Lin Yun swung out a sword, this sword did not use his true essence, nor did he use his vigor. There is only pure sword intent, it looks unremarkable, and the light is not obvious, but the moment it can be stabbed, it gives the feeling that Hu Tian destroys the earth, splitting the sky into a hideous crack.
Boom!
But the power of this sword is unimaginable, it gathers all the endless stars falling from the sky, forming a huge star swirl.
There is a bright sword light inside the Xingxuan, and there are hundreds of majestic stars in the four directions revolving around the sword light. At this moment, it has reached an unprecedented terrifying level.
The next moment, the sea of clouds 10,000 meters ahead was directly shattered into nothingness by this sword.
Whoa!
The majestic Xingxuan above Lin Yun's head, without the occlusion of the sea of clouds, burst out with thousands of rays of light on the top of the Gushan Mountain, illuminating the golden light of the mountains and forests below, just like the endless morning light that still broke out at dawn.
Psychic Sword Intent, promoted to Xiaocheng!
Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and at the top of this lonely mountain, he practiced Dominance Sword with Xiaocheng's psychic sword intent.
Lightning strikes!
Breakthrough!
The stars exploded!
The sun is breaking!
Crossover too!
Blood town mountains and rivers!
The six-style tyrant sword, in his hands like a ghost, stirs the animation sky. For a time, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the top of this lonely mountain was like the end of the world, and there were ghosts and gods coming out.
At the end, Lin Yun conquered the world with one sword and perfectly integrated these six ultimate moves.
"happy!"
Lin Yun put the sword back into its sheath, and let out a loud shout, like the sound of thunder, and the trembling mountains were trembling.
With this Xiaocheng's psychic sword intent, the tyrannical sword, which was originally as difficult to tame as a wild beast, can be directed like an arm in Lin Yun's hands, with ease.
With the integration of the six ultimate moves, no one except Lin Yun can understand how terrifying this sword move is. In addition to this tyranny, he also has a more terrifying trump card, that is, the sword that has reached the transformation realm breaks mountains and rivers.
Whether it is the Dust Light Sword Technique or the Tyrant Sword left by Jian Wuming, it is enough to surpass the Southern Territory.
But Lin Yun went a step further and created two sword moves that only belonged to him in these two great swordsmanships, and he will surely usher in his own glory in the feast of dragons.
...
The feast of dragons is getting closer and closer, and the entire South China Ancient Region is surging.
Except for Lin Yun, the others are also doing ascetic cultivation without sleeping and eating, in order to bloom in the feast.
In a remote place in the Tianling Mountains of Mujian City, Wu Xiaotian in the Xueshang Pavilion sits on a rock at will.
boom!
The blood-colored airflow in the air ripples like water waves, filling Wu Xiaotian's body. In front of him, there are two king's demon pills stained with demonic energy, which are constantly being refined.
The demonic and demonic energy that had been refined countless times in the demon pill was continuously injected into his body like electric light.
After the two demon pills were all refined, the blood energy that filled his body suddenly gathered and turned into a majestic blood group.
boom!
The next moment, the blood group burned strangely, turning into raging blood flames. The blood flame is very strange, it looks like a liquid, but the fire is shining, the valley is bright red, and everything is covered with a hazy blood-colored fire.
"The Blood Flame Demon Judgment is finally completed at the twelfth level."
Wu Xiaotian spit out turbid air, his face was calm, and he couldn't see the slightest excitement.
It seems that no one in this Bloody Pavilion has cultivated to the perfection of the blood flame magic art. For him, it is just an ordinary trivial matter, and it is not worth mentioning.
In the beast tide that has never been seen in a thousand years, Wu Xiaotian grabbed two king-level demon pills in the fierce competition. When the beast swarm was over, he simply stayed behind and retreated and refined in the Tianling Mountains.
Finally, before the coming of the feast of dragons, the two demon pills were refined, and the Blood Flame Demon Jue was cultivated to the twelfth level of perfection.
If the elders of the sects of the Blood Sorrow Pavilion knew about this, they would be ecstatic.
Except for the ancestors of the sect, no one can cultivate to the perfect state, and after the tenth level, everyone is crazy.
Suddenly, Wu Xiaotian thought of Lin Yun. This kid left before the final battle of the beast horde, which shocked him for a long time.
But for a moment, Wu Xiaotian didn't think about it, that person chose the most difficult path and was destined to fail.
On the contrary, after he left, many rookies emerged in the thousand-year-old beast tide, and each of them was strong against the sky, and even he felt a little pressure.
"This year's feast of dragons, I'm afraid it will be quite exciting, Jiang Ziye, don't let me be too disappointed!"
A stunning and cold face appeared in his mind, and the look in Wu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly turned cold. The blood flames behind him squirmed wildly, and then suddenly burst. Within ten miles, everything was frozen, life was annihilated, and withered in an instant.
...
In the bitter cold place in the extreme north of Nanhua Ancient Region, there is endless ice cover. Among the thousands of snow-capped peaks, a villa stands on the top of the mountains.
This is Beixue Mountain Villa!
The top three among the nine overlords of Beixue Mountain Villa, the sect’s heritage is unfathomable, and compared to the strongest overlord Ziyuedongtian, there is only a slight difference.
Inside the villa, a middle-aged man dressed in blue sat on the throne.
This person is the owner of Beixue Mountain Villa.
Behind the throne was a cold sword after another, the sword light was piercing, it seemed to be much colder than the snow in the sky.
In front of the blue-clothed middle-aged man, there are many sect disciples standing straight in the wind and snow like swords. In front of them, a young man knelt before the throne, his expression respectful and solemn.
The young man looked quite young, but he was eighteen or nineteen years old, but his cultivation was powerful and terrifying, and he had clearly reached the realm of half-step heaven.
In addition, what is even more terrifying is the sword intent on his body, which is as thick as the ocean, and as sharp as the snow peak, making people dare not wipe its edge.
"Mu Han, you are the most talented in kendo among the younger generation of Beixue Mountain Villa. I have raised you for 18 years and have not let you out. It is just raising a sword, if the sword is not sheathed, once it is out, it must let the entire South The domain trembled for it, my Beixue Mountain Villa is by no means a false name."
The blue-clothed middle-aged man said coldly, "This time, you must at least make the fifteenth of this feast of dragons."
"Fifteen? My goal is to be in the top ten. If I don't get into the top ten, everything is meaningless."
The young man kneeling on the ground had a terrifyingly cold expression on his face, and his words were even colder and beyond doubt.
call out!
At this moment, a wisp of sword light passed through the vast snow-capped mountains in the flying snow, and kept falling towards the villa.
Wherever the sword light passed, the flying snow in mid-air stopped, as if time had stopped. Even though the sword light had left far away, the flying snow in the sky remained unmoved.
"Brother!"
"Senior brother is back!"
When the disciples of the entire Beixue Mountain Villa saw this sword light, their eyes were filled with excitement, and even Mu Han, who was kneeling on the ground, flashed a dignified look in his eyes.
The blue-clothed middle-aged man with a dignified expression also showed a faint smile at this time.
Except for Nangong Wanyu, there is no one else who can make the entire Beixue Mountain Villa disciples be called seniors.
The feast is approaching, and the names on the Dragon Cloud Ranking that make people thunderous all show up and return to their respective sects. In the turbulent undercurrent, the appearance of the Three Kings and Qiying Nangong Wanyu is destined to be only the beginning.
Lin Yun, who was on the top of the mountain, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, with his burial foil erected on a rock a hundred meters away.
The feast is approaching, and there is not much time left. After Lin Yun stabilizes the movement of Tengyun Jue. Instead of deliberately practicing hard, come here to watch the clouds, see the fog, listen to the wind, and admire the moon, so as to cultivate the heart and cultivate one's own sword heart.
He is a swordsman after all, no matter how strong Canglong Jiucheng is, no matter how terrifying the taboo boxing technique Seven Killing Fist is, or how defying the sky is.
If you want to shine at the feast of dragons and win the ranking you want, you still have to rely on the sword in your hand. Having seen Yan Longzi's demeanor, Lin Yun deeply realized the gap between himself and the Three Kings and Qiying. If you want to compete with these people, the biggest reliance is still on your own psychic sword intent. If you can take your sword mind a step further and cultivate the psychic sword intent to a small level of success, the odds of winning are slim.
No doubt it will be bigger.
In front of him, there is an endless sea of clouds, a vast expanse of white.
At a certain moment, when the morning sun broke out, countless golden light fell on the sea of clouds. The vast sea of clouds was suddenly dazzling and dazzling, paving a layer of golden brilliance, like a fantasy fairyland.
"sword!"
When the light covered the entire sea of clouds, there seemed to be light blooming in the depths of Lin Yun's eyes.
The majestic sword intent is absolutely domineering, and the sword contains the edge of slaying all things.
Click!
Lin Yun swung out a sword, and in front of him was a sea of clouds covered with endless sword light, and a smooth gap appeared, spreading out continuously.
hiss! hiss!
The endless sea of clouds was being torn apart like a piece of cloth. After the gap was torn for three kilometers, it stopped abruptly.
The cracked gap only existed for a moment, and the vast sea of clouds quickly closed, and the sword intent could not last forever.
"It's still three thousand meters... It's really difficult for this psychic sword intent to be promoted to Xiaocheng."
Lin Yun threw it casually, and buried the end of the foil into the scabbard a hundred meters away. Above his head, stars like snow kept falling.
Shaking his head, Lin Yun sat down again, watching the clouds and listening to the wind.
Let time pass, the sun rises and sets, Lin Yun is on the top of this lonely mountain, motionless.
In the blink of an eye, another five days have passed.
Another round of morning sun broke out, and the white sea of clouds shone with golden light. In Lin Yun's eyes, the process of falling golden light was broken down into a set of slow movements. Those golden rays of light were like rice grains beating in the sea of clouds in his eyes.
Suddenly, Lin Yun's heart moved, and he suddenly realized.
Sword Intent is psychic, invisible and spiritual. But after the invisible things are channeled, they can easily cut off the tangible things like chopping melons and vegetables. Whether it is a mountain, the earth, or a big river, the sword intent can sever the dead.
But the vast sea of clouds is essentially intangible.
"It turns out that I was wrong before. How can I succeed in slicing the sea of clouds by severing tangible things? I was wrong from the beginning..."
Lin Yun instantly understood, and immediately raised his hand, and his five fingers held the flying funeral flower.
Without any fancy, Lin Yun swung out a sword, this sword did not use his true essence, nor did he use his vigor. There is only pure sword intent, it looks unremarkable, and the light is not obvious, but the moment it can be stabbed, it gives the feeling that Hu Tian destroys the earth, splitting the sky into a hideous crack.
Boom!
But the power of this sword is unimaginable, it gathers all the endless stars falling from the sky, forming a huge star swirl.
There is a bright sword light inside the Xingxuan, and there are hundreds of majestic stars in the four directions revolving around the sword light. At this moment, it has reached an unprecedented terrifying level.
The next moment, the sea of clouds 10,000 meters ahead was directly shattered into nothingness by this sword.
Whoa!
The majestic Xingxuan above Lin Yun's head, without the occlusion of the sea of clouds, burst out with thousands of rays of light on the top of the Gushan Mountain, illuminating the golden light of the mountains and forests below, just like the endless morning light that still broke out at dawn.
Psychic Sword Intent, promoted to Xiaocheng!
Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and at the top of this lonely mountain, he practiced Dominance Sword with Xiaocheng's psychic sword intent.
Lightning strikes!
Breakthrough!
The stars exploded!
The sun is breaking!
Crossover too!
Blood town mountains and rivers!
The six-style tyrant sword, in his hands like a ghost, stirs the animation sky. For a time, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the top of this lonely mountain was like the end of the world, and there were ghosts and gods coming out.
At the end, Lin Yun conquered the world with one sword and perfectly integrated these six ultimate moves.
"happy!"
Lin Yun put the sword back into its sheath, and let out a loud shout, like the sound of thunder, and the trembling mountains were trembling.
With this Xiaocheng's psychic sword intent, the tyrannical sword, which was originally as difficult to tame as a wild beast, can be directed like an arm in Lin Yun's hands, with ease.
With the integration of the six ultimate moves, no one except Lin Yun can understand how terrifying this sword move is. In addition to this tyranny, he also has a more terrifying trump card, that is, the sword that has reached the transformation realm breaks mountains and rivers.
Whether it is the Dust Light Sword Technique or the Tyrant Sword left by Jian Wuming, it is enough to surpass the Southern Territory.
But Lin Yun went a step further and created two sword moves that only belonged to him in these two great swordsmanships, and he will surely usher in his own glory in the feast of dragons.
...
The feast of dragons is getting closer and closer, and the entire South China Ancient Region is surging.
Except for Lin Yun, the others are also doing ascetic cultivation without sleeping and eating, in order to bloom in the feast.
In a remote place in the Tianling Mountains of Mujian City, Wu Xiaotian in the Xueshang Pavilion sits on a rock at will.
boom!
The blood-colored airflow in the air ripples like water waves, filling Wu Xiaotian's body. In front of him, there are two king's demon pills stained with demonic energy, which are constantly being refined.
The demonic and demonic energy that had been refined countless times in the demon pill was continuously injected into his body like electric light.
After the two demon pills were all refined, the blood energy that filled his body suddenly gathered and turned into a majestic blood group.
boom!
The next moment, the blood group burned strangely, turning into raging blood flames. The blood flame is very strange, it looks like a liquid, but the fire is shining, the valley is bright red, and everything is covered with a hazy blood-colored fire.
"The Blood Flame Demon Judgment is finally completed at the twelfth level."
Wu Xiaotian spit out turbid air, his face was calm, and he couldn't see the slightest excitement.
It seems that no one in this Bloody Pavilion has cultivated to the perfection of the blood flame magic art. For him, it is just an ordinary trivial matter, and it is not worth mentioning.
In the beast tide that has never been seen in a thousand years, Wu Xiaotian grabbed two king-level demon pills in the fierce competition. When the beast swarm was over, he simply stayed behind and retreated and refined in the Tianling Mountains.
Finally, before the coming of the feast of dragons, the two demon pills were refined, and the Blood Flame Demon Jue was cultivated to the twelfth level of perfection.
If the elders of the sects of the Blood Sorrow Pavilion knew about this, they would be ecstatic.
Except for the ancestors of the sect, no one can cultivate to the perfect state, and after the tenth level, everyone is crazy.
Suddenly, Wu Xiaotian thought of Lin Yun. This kid left before the final battle of the beast horde, which shocked him for a long time.
But for a moment, Wu Xiaotian didn't think about it, that person chose the most difficult path and was destined to fail.
On the contrary, after he left, many rookies emerged in the thousand-year-old beast tide, and each of them was strong against the sky, and even he felt a little pressure.
"This year's feast of dragons, I'm afraid it will be quite exciting, Jiang Ziye, don't let me be too disappointed!"
A stunning and cold face appeared in his mind, and the look in Wu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly turned cold. The blood flames behind him squirmed wildly, and then suddenly burst. Within ten miles, everything was frozen, life was annihilated, and withered in an instant.
...
In the bitter cold place in the extreme north of Nanhua Ancient Region, there is endless ice cover. Among the thousands of snow-capped peaks, a villa stands on the top of the mountains.
This is Beixue Mountain Villa!
The top three among the nine overlords of Beixue Mountain Villa, the sect’s heritage is unfathomable, and compared to the strongest overlord Ziyuedongtian, there is only a slight difference.
Inside the villa, a middle-aged man dressed in blue sat on the throne.
This person is the owner of Beixue Mountain Villa.
Behind the throne was a cold sword after another, the sword light was piercing, it seemed to be much colder than the snow in the sky.
In front of the blue-clothed middle-aged man, there are many sect disciples standing straight in the wind and snow like swords. In front of them, a young man knelt before the throne, his expression respectful and solemn.
The young man looked quite young, but he was eighteen or nineteen years old, but his cultivation was powerful and terrifying, and he had clearly reached the realm of half-step heaven.
In addition, what is even more terrifying is the sword intent on his body, which is as thick as the ocean, and as sharp as the snow peak, making people dare not wipe its edge.
"Mu Han, you are the most talented in kendo among the younger generation of Beixue Mountain Villa. I have raised you for 18 years and have not let you out. It is just raising a sword, if the sword is not sheathed, once it is out, it must let the entire South The domain trembled for it, my Beixue Mountain Villa is by no means a false name."
The blue-clothed middle-aged man said coldly, "This time, you must at least make the fifteenth of this feast of dragons."
"Fifteen? My goal is to be in the top ten. If I don't get into the top ten, everything is meaningless."
The young man kneeling on the ground had a terrifyingly cold expression on his face, and his words were even colder and beyond doubt.
call out!
At this moment, a wisp of sword light passed through the vast snow-capped mountains in the flying snow, and kept falling towards the villa.
Wherever the sword light passed, the flying snow in mid-air stopped, as if time had stopped. Even though the sword light had left far away, the flying snow in the sky remained unmoved.
"Brother!"
"Senior brother is back!"
When the disciples of the entire Beixue Mountain Villa saw this sword light, their eyes were filled with excitement, and even Mu Han, who was kneeling on the ground, flashed a dignified look in his eyes.
The blue-clothed middle-aged man with a dignified expression also showed a faint smile at this time.
Except for Nangong Wanyu, there is no one else who can make the entire Beixue Mountain Villa disciples be called seniors.
The feast is approaching, and the names on the Dragon Cloud Ranking that make people thunderous all show up and return to their respective sects. In the turbulent undercurrent, the appearance of the Three Kings and Qiying Nangong Wanyu is destined to be only the beginning.
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