Chapter 1104
oom!
In Feiyun Palace, just when everyone felt that Lin Yun was about to leave the mountain.
In the direction of the Holy Sword Mountain, there is a dazzling blue light bursting out, and another green luan soars in the sky.
The originally noisy Feiyun Palace immediately became quiet, and countless people stared at the scene in disbelief.
In the eleventh level, Lin Yun passed the eleventh level!
"how can that be?"
Ye Ziling turned pale in shock, and there was a deep look of astonishment on her frosty face.
After the tenth level of Shengjian Mountain, there is no way to go.
Since there is no way, there is no way to talk about breaking through the level, so no one can break through this level.
But around the holy sword mountain, there are indeed eleven green luans flying, and each green luan exudes a sacred atmosphere, shining brightly and attracting attention.
"It's terrifying, how did Senior Brother Yun do it? Senior Sister, what's going on..."
Yu Ruo, this girl, is also thrilling at the moment, unimaginable.
Ye Ziling frowned slightly and pondered: "I don't know, this is really incredible, his kendo talent is really so terrifying?"
Xiao Yuruo suddenly smiled and said, "Senior sister, haven't you always wanted to practice the last three swords of the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds? If Senior Brother Yun has mastered it, you can just ask him for advice."
Ye Ziling's eyes lit up, but when he remembered the gaze the other party looked at her at that time, it dimmed immediately.
This guy is a prodigal son. If he really climbs the top of the mountain later, he may not know how to make things difficult for her.
She is the cultivation base of Xinghe Realm, comprehends the Heavenly Sword Intent, and is much stronger than the current Lin Yun in terms of strength. Asking Ye Ziling to ask Lin Yun for advice, with her cold and arrogant temperament, was even more uncomfortable than killing her.
"He hasn't reached the top yet, so he only has one more sword than me." Ye Ziling's cold and arrogant face flashed a stubborn look, not wanting to admit defeat.
"On the eleventh level, Lin Yun seems to have broken the record of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect. The highest record of the disciples of the sect was only ten levels, and it was still seven hundred years ago."
Someone whispered something, which caused a boundless shock in the hearts of everyone.
Seven hundred years!
The Floating Cloud Sword Sect was broken by an outsider who had just joined the sect in one day.
This is really uncomfortable, and many direct disciples have bitter hearts and helpless expressions on their faces.
Not only the disciples in the Feiyun Hall, but also the sect elders standing among the peaks, and the headmaster Fuyun, who suppressed the sword power, were also shocked.
"How did this kid do it?"
Sect Master Fuyun showed a deep look of surprise in his eyes. He also went up to the Holy Sword Peak, but he couldn't continue to go after the tenth level.
That is the Jedi. If you dare to jump, the powerhouse of the Dragon Vein Realm will also die.
Two hours later, another sky-shattering sword sound resounded in all directions, and there was another green luan in the Holy Sword Mountain.
Twelve levels!
Lin Yun passed another level, and he was only one level away from reaching the top, and the entire Feiyun Palace was completely boiling.
"My God, is this Lin Yun going to the top?"
"It's terrifying... A record that hasn't been broken for thousands of years, won't it really be broken by Lin Yun, right?"
"First, it was a seven-step sword, and I had nothing to say. Now I want to reach the top again. This Lin Yun is really going to the sky."
"It's not alive anymore, how can this be compared... He's just a celestial soul!"
Lin Yun passed another level, and he was only one level away from reaching the top, and the entire Feiyun Palace was completely boiling.
Only Ye Ziling's face was rather ugly, she had made a bet with Lin Yun. If the other party reaches the top, she will agree to any request of Lin Yun.
In the boundless sea of clouds, Lin Yun, who had just challenged the twelve levels, walked towards the last green mountain with Xiao Bingfeng.
There was excitement on the faces of the two, and they were only one level away, and they were only one level away from reaching the top.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
Suddenly, there was a sound of a flute on the green hill in front of you. His voice was humming, resentful and admiring, like crying and complaining, and the lingering sound of Xiaoxiao was endless.
The sound of the xiao was resounding in this world, Lin Yun looked carefully, and there was a figure on the top of the mountain.
Standing with the flute in hand, sword light surging all over his body.
"Using the Xiao and the Sword!"
A look of surprise flashed in Xiao Bingfeng's eyes, and she said solemnly, "Lin Yun, be careful, I'm afraid this test will not be easy."
As she spoke, she flashed again and got into the Ziyuan sword box.
Lin Yun's face was solemn. I'm afraid this level is really difficult. Xiao Bingfeng has not avoided it in the previous two levels.
Whoosh!
On the top of the green mountain, after a few ups and downs, Lin Yun came to the top of the mountain and stood in front of the man in Tsing Yi.
Lin Yun took a closer look and found that this person was quite similar to the person in the previous painting.
"A good day is accompanied by a jade flute."
The man in Tsing Yi put down the jade flute and smiled slightly.
Lin Yun hurriedly said, "Is the senior the master of this mountain?"
The man in Tsing Yi shook his head and smiled: "I'm not, I'm just a guardian of the mountain, that mountain is my master."
Lin Yun was shocked, what was the origin of this mountain?
"After passing my level, you can reach the top... The last scripture of the Floating Cloud Sword Art, the last sword of the Thirteen Floating Cloud Swords, you can get it." The man in Tsing Yi looked at Lin Yun and said softly.
"How to get through?"
Lin Yun asked.
"Under my Xiao Yin, it's enough to stick to half a stick of incense." The man in Tsing Yi said lightly.
"It doesn't seem difficult."
Lin Yun thought for a while and smiled.
"Then you have to see it before you know it, let's start."
The man in Tsing Yi didn't talk nonsense with Lin Yun, he put Dong Xiao to his lips, his long hair was flying, and a sharp edge surged from his brows.
Clang!
Before Lin Yun could react, Xiao Yin suddenly sounded, followed by a storm of sword sounds rushing towards Lin Yun.
Lin Yun's face changed slightly, the funeral flower came out of its sheath, and his figure flashed in the mountains. As the sword swung, clanging sounds were heard from time to time, sword lights flashed, and the funeral flowers seemed to collide with various sharp swords in the void.
Suddenly, the sound of the xiao suddenly changed, becoming a low and resentful, like weeping and complaining.
Lin Yun's internal organs exploded with cracks, and the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen. After a while, there were many sword marks on his body, and the blood was dripping.
Just as he was about to think of a countermeasure, a high-pitched long sound rang out, and Lin Yun seemed to be swept away by a giant dragon.
Bang!
A mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth, his face was pale, and he took a few steps back before standing up.
In less than a cup of tea, Lin Yun was defeated, far from Banzhuxiang.
"Do you want to continue?"
The man in Tsing Yi put down his flute and laughed softly.
Lin Yun smiled bitterly, he had never seen such means before, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
Before he could develop his strength, he was directly defeated. This level is really not easy. If you want to persist for half an hour, it is like going to the sky.
"want!"
Lin Yun wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and pondered, "Wait for me."
"I can't wait too long, it's been a long time, this mountain, this cloud, this beautiful moment is gone." The man in Tsing Yi laughed softly.
"One hour, just one hour!"
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and said.
"it is good."
The man in Tsing Yi thought for a while, then smiled: "It's not easy to wait for one person, it's better to let you give up, I'll wait for you for an hour."
"Thank you."
Lin Yun turned to leave, stopped when he reached the mountainside, and called out Xiao Bingfeng.
"I won an hour, do you really have a way to make me stick to half a column of incense?" Xiao Bingfeng asked him to say what Lin Yun just said. .
"What kind of eyes do you have to look down on this emperor, and take out the jade flute that your little lover gave you." Xiao Bingfeng said with a bamboo in his chest, pointing like a country.
Lin Yun said in surprise: "You don't want to teach me how to use the Xiao and the Sword? I don't even know the most basic fingering."
"certainly!"
Xiao Bingfeng rolled his eyes at him and snorted coldly: "Otherwise, what else can you do? With your current means, it is impossible to insist on a half-pillar incense. He and you are both Heavenly Sword Intent, but his sword There is no lack of will, your sword will is lacking, but you can support it for half an hour. If you really fight, you can't even hold on to a face-to-face."
"Really?" Lin Yun still didn't believe it.
Xiao Bingfeng said with a smile: "Of course not with you, but with the purple jade bamboo flute given by your little lover, coupled with the instructions of the emperor. It is impossible to win, but if you only insist on half a column of incense, it is still possible. possible."
Purple Jade God Bamboo Flute!
Lin Yun suddenly realized that the Dongxiao given to him by Yue Weiwei had an extraordinary origin in itself.
"I'll teach you fingering first, as well as the method of luck. It's simple."
Xiao Bingfeng took the purple jade bamboo flute and explained it carefully. The time was short and she spoke very fast. Then she handed the flute over and said with a smile, "Try it."
Lin Yun held it in his hand, put the xiao under his lips, and moved his fingers lightly, and after a while there was a clear and elegant sound, and the sound of the empty and tall xiao came out.
"I will try again."
Lin Yun took off the Dongxiao, and if he thought about it, he played it again. I didn't deliberately play any tune, I just played it at will by feeling.
Xiao Bingfeng was initially disdainful, but gradually became a little moved, and it was not bad.
"It seems to be really simple." Lin Yun put down the Yu Xiao and laughed softly.
Xiao Bingfeng's heart trembled, she just said casually that she had learned the basic fingering in such a short period of time, which was a bit surprising.
"That's what Ben Emperor taught."
But it is definitely impossible for her to praise Lin Yun, so she can only praise herself by the way.
Lin Yun smiled and did not argue with her.
At this moment, the sound of the flute sounded on the top of the mountain, and the flute sound was rapid, like a thousand horses galloping, galloping on the battlefield, making people's blood boil, and then quickly stopped.
What a brilliant technique!
Lin Yun praised in his heart, but immediately realized that the other party was showing off his skills.
Sure enough, Xiao Bingfeng's face was a little difficult to look at.
"Little brother, if you want to learn Xiao, I can teach you, but it is too naive to want to pass this level with Xiao sound in just an hour." The laughter of the man in Tsing Yi came from the top of the mountain.
"This guy! So good, how dare you underestimate this emperor."
Xiao Bingfeng was out of anger, so she dragged Lin Yun down the mountain and said, "Let's go far away, so that he won't hear it, we'll have to make him look good later. The purple jade bamboo flute is comparable to an artifact in terms of material alone. Well, what are you proud of?"
Lin Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Bingfeng, who had a small temper, pulled him towards the foot of the mountain. However, in his heart, he was indeed a little unconvinced. It was only half a stick of incense, and he couldn't believe that he really couldn't hold on.
In Feiyun Palace, just when everyone felt that Lin Yun was about to leave the mountain.
In the direction of the Holy Sword Mountain, there is a dazzling blue light bursting out, and another green luan soars in the sky.
The originally noisy Feiyun Palace immediately became quiet, and countless people stared at the scene in disbelief.
In the eleventh level, Lin Yun passed the eleventh level!
"how can that be?"
Ye Ziling turned pale in shock, and there was a deep look of astonishment on her frosty face.
After the tenth level of Shengjian Mountain, there is no way to go.
Since there is no way, there is no way to talk about breaking through the level, so no one can break through this level.
But around the holy sword mountain, there are indeed eleven green luans flying, and each green luan exudes a sacred atmosphere, shining brightly and attracting attention.
"It's terrifying, how did Senior Brother Yun do it? Senior Sister, what's going on..."
Yu Ruo, this girl, is also thrilling at the moment, unimaginable.
Ye Ziling frowned slightly and pondered: "I don't know, this is really incredible, his kendo talent is really so terrifying?"
Xiao Yuruo suddenly smiled and said, "Senior sister, haven't you always wanted to practice the last three swords of the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds? If Senior Brother Yun has mastered it, you can just ask him for advice."
Ye Ziling's eyes lit up, but when he remembered the gaze the other party looked at her at that time, it dimmed immediately.
This guy is a prodigal son. If he really climbs the top of the mountain later, he may not know how to make things difficult for her.
She is the cultivation base of Xinghe Realm, comprehends the Heavenly Sword Intent, and is much stronger than the current Lin Yun in terms of strength. Asking Ye Ziling to ask Lin Yun for advice, with her cold and arrogant temperament, was even more uncomfortable than killing her.
"He hasn't reached the top yet, so he only has one more sword than me." Ye Ziling's cold and arrogant face flashed a stubborn look, not wanting to admit defeat.
"On the eleventh level, Lin Yun seems to have broken the record of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect. The highest record of the disciples of the sect was only ten levels, and it was still seven hundred years ago."
Someone whispered something, which caused a boundless shock in the hearts of everyone.
Seven hundred years!
The Floating Cloud Sword Sect was broken by an outsider who had just joined the sect in one day.
This is really uncomfortable, and many direct disciples have bitter hearts and helpless expressions on their faces.
Not only the disciples in the Feiyun Hall, but also the sect elders standing among the peaks, and the headmaster Fuyun, who suppressed the sword power, were also shocked.
"How did this kid do it?"
Sect Master Fuyun showed a deep look of surprise in his eyes. He also went up to the Holy Sword Peak, but he couldn't continue to go after the tenth level.
That is the Jedi. If you dare to jump, the powerhouse of the Dragon Vein Realm will also die.
Two hours later, another sky-shattering sword sound resounded in all directions, and there was another green luan in the Holy Sword Mountain.
Twelve levels!
Lin Yun passed another level, and he was only one level away from reaching the top, and the entire Feiyun Palace was completely boiling.
"My God, is this Lin Yun going to the top?"
"It's terrifying... A record that hasn't been broken for thousands of years, won't it really be broken by Lin Yun, right?"
"First, it was a seven-step sword, and I had nothing to say. Now I want to reach the top again. This Lin Yun is really going to the sky."
"It's not alive anymore, how can this be compared... He's just a celestial soul!"
Lin Yun passed another level, and he was only one level away from reaching the top, and the entire Feiyun Palace was completely boiling.
Only Ye Ziling's face was rather ugly, she had made a bet with Lin Yun. If the other party reaches the top, she will agree to any request of Lin Yun.
In the boundless sea of clouds, Lin Yun, who had just challenged the twelve levels, walked towards the last green mountain with Xiao Bingfeng.
There was excitement on the faces of the two, and they were only one level away, and they were only one level away from reaching the top.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
Suddenly, there was a sound of a flute on the green hill in front of you. His voice was humming, resentful and admiring, like crying and complaining, and the lingering sound of Xiaoxiao was endless.
The sound of the xiao was resounding in this world, Lin Yun looked carefully, and there was a figure on the top of the mountain.
Standing with the flute in hand, sword light surging all over his body.
"Using the Xiao and the Sword!"
A look of surprise flashed in Xiao Bingfeng's eyes, and she said solemnly, "Lin Yun, be careful, I'm afraid this test will not be easy."
As she spoke, she flashed again and got into the Ziyuan sword box.
Lin Yun's face was solemn. I'm afraid this level is really difficult. Xiao Bingfeng has not avoided it in the previous two levels.
Whoosh!
On the top of the green mountain, after a few ups and downs, Lin Yun came to the top of the mountain and stood in front of the man in Tsing Yi.
Lin Yun took a closer look and found that this person was quite similar to the person in the previous painting.
"A good day is accompanied by a jade flute."
The man in Tsing Yi put down the jade flute and smiled slightly.
Lin Yun hurriedly said, "Is the senior the master of this mountain?"
The man in Tsing Yi shook his head and smiled: "I'm not, I'm just a guardian of the mountain, that mountain is my master."
Lin Yun was shocked, what was the origin of this mountain?
"After passing my level, you can reach the top... The last scripture of the Floating Cloud Sword Art, the last sword of the Thirteen Floating Cloud Swords, you can get it." The man in Tsing Yi looked at Lin Yun and said softly.
"How to get through?"
Lin Yun asked.
"Under my Xiao Yin, it's enough to stick to half a stick of incense." The man in Tsing Yi said lightly.
"It doesn't seem difficult."
Lin Yun thought for a while and smiled.
"Then you have to see it before you know it, let's start."
The man in Tsing Yi didn't talk nonsense with Lin Yun, he put Dong Xiao to his lips, his long hair was flying, and a sharp edge surged from his brows.
Clang!
Before Lin Yun could react, Xiao Yin suddenly sounded, followed by a storm of sword sounds rushing towards Lin Yun.
Lin Yun's face changed slightly, the funeral flower came out of its sheath, and his figure flashed in the mountains. As the sword swung, clanging sounds were heard from time to time, sword lights flashed, and the funeral flowers seemed to collide with various sharp swords in the void.
Suddenly, the sound of the xiao suddenly changed, becoming a low and resentful, like weeping and complaining.
Lin Yun's internal organs exploded with cracks, and the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen. After a while, there were many sword marks on his body, and the blood was dripping.
Just as he was about to think of a countermeasure, a high-pitched long sound rang out, and Lin Yun seemed to be swept away by a giant dragon.
Bang!
A mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth, his face was pale, and he took a few steps back before standing up.
In less than a cup of tea, Lin Yun was defeated, far from Banzhuxiang.
"Do you want to continue?"
The man in Tsing Yi put down his flute and laughed softly.
Lin Yun smiled bitterly, he had never seen such means before, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
Before he could develop his strength, he was directly defeated. This level is really not easy. If you want to persist for half an hour, it is like going to the sky.
"want!"
Lin Yun wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and pondered, "Wait for me."
"I can't wait too long, it's been a long time, this mountain, this cloud, this beautiful moment is gone." The man in Tsing Yi laughed softly.
"One hour, just one hour!"
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and said.
"it is good."
The man in Tsing Yi thought for a while, then smiled: "It's not easy to wait for one person, it's better to let you give up, I'll wait for you for an hour."
"Thank you."
Lin Yun turned to leave, stopped when he reached the mountainside, and called out Xiao Bingfeng.
"I won an hour, do you really have a way to make me stick to half a column of incense?" Xiao Bingfeng asked him to say what Lin Yun just said. .
"What kind of eyes do you have to look down on this emperor, and take out the jade flute that your little lover gave you." Xiao Bingfeng said with a bamboo in his chest, pointing like a country.
Lin Yun said in surprise: "You don't want to teach me how to use the Xiao and the Sword? I don't even know the most basic fingering."
"certainly!"
Xiao Bingfeng rolled his eyes at him and snorted coldly: "Otherwise, what else can you do? With your current means, it is impossible to insist on a half-pillar incense. He and you are both Heavenly Sword Intent, but his sword There is no lack of will, your sword will is lacking, but you can support it for half an hour. If you really fight, you can't even hold on to a face-to-face."
"Really?" Lin Yun still didn't believe it.
Xiao Bingfeng said with a smile: "Of course not with you, but with the purple jade bamboo flute given by your little lover, coupled with the instructions of the emperor. It is impossible to win, but if you only insist on half a column of incense, it is still possible. possible."
Purple Jade God Bamboo Flute!
Lin Yun suddenly realized that the Dongxiao given to him by Yue Weiwei had an extraordinary origin in itself.
"I'll teach you fingering first, as well as the method of luck. It's simple."
Xiao Bingfeng took the purple jade bamboo flute and explained it carefully. The time was short and she spoke very fast. Then she handed the flute over and said with a smile, "Try it."
Lin Yun held it in his hand, put the xiao under his lips, and moved his fingers lightly, and after a while there was a clear and elegant sound, and the sound of the empty and tall xiao came out.
"I will try again."
Lin Yun took off the Dongxiao, and if he thought about it, he played it again. I didn't deliberately play any tune, I just played it at will by feeling.
Xiao Bingfeng was initially disdainful, but gradually became a little moved, and it was not bad.
"It seems to be really simple." Lin Yun put down the Yu Xiao and laughed softly.
Xiao Bingfeng's heart trembled, she just said casually that she had learned the basic fingering in such a short period of time, which was a bit surprising.
"That's what Ben Emperor taught."
But it is definitely impossible for her to praise Lin Yun, so she can only praise herself by the way.
Lin Yun smiled and did not argue with her.
At this moment, the sound of the flute sounded on the top of the mountain, and the flute sound was rapid, like a thousand horses galloping, galloping on the battlefield, making people's blood boil, and then quickly stopped.
What a brilliant technique!
Lin Yun praised in his heart, but immediately realized that the other party was showing off his skills.
Sure enough, Xiao Bingfeng's face was a little difficult to look at.
"Little brother, if you want to learn Xiao, I can teach you, but it is too naive to want to pass this level with Xiao sound in just an hour." The laughter of the man in Tsing Yi came from the top of the mountain.
"This guy! So good, how dare you underestimate this emperor."
Xiao Bingfeng was out of anger, so she dragged Lin Yun down the mountain and said, "Let's go far away, so that he won't hear it, we'll have to make him look good later. The purple jade bamboo flute is comparable to an artifact in terms of material alone. Well, what are you proud of?"
Lin Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Bingfeng, who had a small temper, pulled him towards the foot of the mountain. However, in his heart, he was indeed a little unconvinced. It was only half a stick of incense, and he couldn't believe that he really couldn't hold on.
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