Chapter 1447

Jianzong Holy Mountain.

It was a holy mountain filled with sword intent. From a distance, the holy mountain looked like a sacred dragon entrenched on the ground.

The straight mountain, as high as tens of thousands of meters, goes straight into the sky, like a holy sword that stands between the heavens and the earth and can split the chaos of the sun and the moon.

Vast and majestic, magnificent atmosphere.

Lin Yun stopped at the foot of the holy mountain for a while, looking at the mountain, still shocked.

Counting the time, Ye Ziling and the others have been cultivating in the holy mountain for about half a year, and they have been cultivating in such a precious place for half a year.

The most important thing is that there are saints' instructions every day, which is really enviable.

After checking the identity, the guards let go.

Lin Yun entered the Sacred Mountain of Jianzong, and he was familiar with the road, and came to a cave.

It is a valley with a deep environment. The peach blossoms in the valley are in full bloom, the petals are holy and flawless, with a charming fragrance and holy light lingering.

There are petals everywhere on the ground, covered with layer after layer, and there is a rustling sound when you step on it.

Half a year later, those holy peach trees are still beautiful.

Deep in the peach forest, Lin Yun saw Yaoguang Sword Saint and bowed his hands: "Disciple, I have seen Master!"

In Shitaizhong, Yaoguang Juggernaut was still writing and drawing, with a leisurely expression, without the anxiety and tension of the imminent end.

"Tell me about how you spent the past six months." Yao Guang put down his pen, looked at Lin Yun and smiled softly, with a kind look in his eyes.

It seems that it is not a meeting between disciples and teachers, but more like a family gathering.

Yaoguang Sword Saint has lived for quite a long time, and now that the deadline is approaching, he has been relatively indifferent to many things.

If it weren't for the pressure of Sword Sect's rise, he really wasn't that persistent about life and death.

Swordsmen do not believe in fate, do not fear the sky, and naturally do not fear death.

He has a very special feeling for Lin Yun. The other party not only went out of Xuanhuang with him, but also went out of High Heaven Sword Pavilion with him. He is very likely to be his last disciple.

Lin Yun was very nervous. After calming down for a while, he briefly explained the experience of the past six months.

Yaoguang couldn't help laughing several times while listening. When he heard about the Wufeng Grand Competition, he looked at Lin Yun with more meanings.

He said softly, "The seven peaks of Jianzong are from the same lineage, and everyone is a disciple of the same sect. You can compete for high and low, but you can't have grudges."

"Disciples must remember the teacher's teachings."

Lin Yun nodded, and he had a similar view on this.

Whether it was the headmaster or other members of Jianzong, Lin Yun felt from the bottom of his heart that Jianzong was different from other sects.

His human touch is much more important, maybe because of the swordsman at the same time, everyone is direct.

There are not so many conspiracies and tricks, and they all have arrogance in their hearts, but they can also admit defeat.

"You use the Tianshui swordsmanship again." Yaoguang looked at Lin Yun and said, "Master, you are looking at it for you."

Lin Yun was overjoyed, he was exactly what he meant.

Immediately, he drew his sword and unsheathed it, and in this peach forest, he displayed the profound meanings of Tianshui that he had realized one by one.

There is water in the clouds, there is the moon in the water, the moon is in the sky, and there are immortals in the sky!

Cloud, water, moon, sky, four different artistic conceptions, overlapped and intertwined under his sword, and evolved from each other, and more than a hundred kinds of visions appeared in the blink of an eye.

When the sword reaches the end, the vision is already as beautiful as a fairyland, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Yun Poyue comes to flowers and shadows, there is a moon in the world and you are also there.

I look at the world from the sky, you and the moon are both stunning!

When the last two swords were cast, Yaoguang's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he lost his voice: "This is no longer the Tianshui swordsmanship."

Lin Yun put the sword back into its sheath, cupped his hands and said, "Master, please make it clear."

"Master told you at the beginning that above the transformation realm, there is subtlety, and there is deification above the subtlety. You don't have to doubt that you have practiced this sword technique to the realm of deification, which makes the master very strange. It is impossible to cultivate swordsmanship to this level." Yaoguang pondered.

"What kind of kendo skills do you need?" Lin Yun said.

"Five-grade sword intent, that is, the sky!"

Yaoguang glanced at Lin Yun, and of course he could see that Lin Yun's sword intent had reached the level of half-step fifth-rank.

The fifth-grade sword means the sky?

Lin Yun muttered to himself in his heart, but did not understand what he meant.

Knowing the name is very important, but how to understand these two words is the real key.

It is like the key to the sword intent of the gods, in the sky with the gods, my sword is transformed into the sky. Heaven's Vault of Sword Intent must also have his profound meaning as the key for the swordsman to open this door.

"Let's not talk about the fifth-grade sword intent, I saw miss in your swordsmanship." Yao Guang looked at Lin Yun and said sternly.

"miss……"

Lin Yun was a little at a loss.

"This is an unconscious behavior. Even you can't control it yourself. The person you miss is blended into your own swordsmanship, so you have no intention of intervening, and you have been promoted to the realm of Shenxiu that you could not have achieved."

Tao Guang explained softly.

Zi Yao...

Lin Yun paused in his heart, and suddenly understood.

I look at the world from the sky, you and Mingyue are both stunning, not Su Ziyao or who else.

"This is a good thing, you do it first, I will tell you about the fifth-grade sword intent." Yaoguang glanced at Lin Yun, and pondered: "The sword intent of the sky, taking over the gods, among which the profound meaning is ten words, I am for you. Heaven, sword is dome, man and sword are one!"

A bright light flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and for a moment, he felt that he had caught something.

"I am a human being, a human being is the sky, the sword is the dome, and the dome is also the sky. The human and the sword are one, and the sky and the sky are united, so that I can be above the sky... The word "sky dome" is actually inseparable. Fifth-grade sword intent, take over The last sentence of Shenxiao Jianyi, my sword transforms into the sky. But after all, there is a difference between me for the sky and my sword into the sky... If the sword flies too high, people can't control it. Swordsman..."

Yaoguang Sword Saint spoke in a eloquent manner and explained a long paragraph.

Lin Yun suddenly understood, he pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Disciple understands."

Yao Guang shook his head slightly, noncommittal.

He didn't think that Lin Yun understood, and when he really understood, it would never be the current state.

"Are you going down the mountain?"

Yao Guang suddenly said.

Lin Yun said in surprise: "How did the master see it?"

"The saint masters the rules of the holy way and can perceive the changes in the world. I don't know what you are thinking, but I can see that your mood is a little hazy. Tell me about it." Yaoguang said.

Lin Yun thought about it and didn't hide the keel of the gods.

"No wonder."

Yaoguang understood.

If it were anything else, Lin Yun might have taken the initiative to say it, the dragon bone is indeed a big deal.

He can think of other treasures, even treasures more precious than the dragon bones, he can easily take them out.

Only this god keel is indeed a bit troublesome.

Of course, if he must get the divine keel, he is not helpless.

After all, he is one of the Three Great Sword Saints, and has many connections that ordinary people can't imagine. Seeing the master pondering, Lin Yun quickly said, "Master, this disciple wants to handle this matter in person."

Yaoguang glanced at Lin Yun and said, "How long will it take you to go down the mountain?"

"About a month."

"Then you should practice here this month."

Lin Yun was stunned for a while, a little unresponsive.

If I remember correctly, Master only has five years of life, and he has one month left for himself, which makes Lin Yun a little unsure how to respond.

"Don't worry about being a teacher, you will be practicing in the holy mountain this month, and you should practice your Nine Free Swords!"

Seeing this, Lin Yun had to accept it.

I only hope that Master can break through as soon as possible and compete with the emperor, Lin Yun said silently in his heart.

For the next month, Lin Yun was practicing in this holy peach forest.

Practice swordsmanship during the day, practice exercises at night, and occasionally play the purple jade bamboo flute, trying to integrate the Tianshui swordsmanship into the way of rhythm.

Heaven and earth are wild, wind, fire, thunder and ice!

This is the swordsmanship left by the Southern Emperor. It is only the thirty-six swords of the sky, and it already has the formidable power of the low-grade ghost-level swordsmanship, and even surpasses it.

For the second sword, Lin Yun also had a lot of expectations in his heart.

There are thirty-six strokes in the sky and seventy-two strokes in the earth. In the ancient Chinese characters, the number of strokes is more than double that of the sky.

However, it is relatively easy to practice.

Because after Tian Thirty-Six Swords was successfully cultivated to the Transformation Realm, Lin Yun had mastered certain tricks of this sword technique.

In addition to his current sword intent, he was not comparable before, reaching an unprecedented half-step heavenly sword intent.

Swish swish!

In the peach forest, Lin Yun held the sword as the pen. Every time he made a sword, the light of the sword condensed into black and white ink, which lasted for a long time in the void.

Compared with the Huanghuang Tianwei of the Thirty-six Swords of Heaven, the Seventy-two Swords here seems to be more mysterious, and the space shrouded by the light of each sword becomes much heavier.

"How is this going?"

After the Seventy-two Swords of the Land reached the end of his cultivation, Lin Yun was even more amazed.

"It's gravity."

Yao Guang appeared out of thin air, picked up a branch at random, and used this sword technique towards Lin Yun.

Whoa!

With one stroke, Lin Yun frowned slightly, and this space became like a quagmire that made people sink into it.

Lin Yun's face changed greatly, and he immediately seemed to escape.

Whoosh whoosh!

But Yaoguang's wrist flicked, and ink sword lights appeared one after another, and Lin Yun felt that his movement was getting slower and slower.

The legs were as heavy as lead stone, and it was difficult to move them.

Snapped!

The soles of his feet were a little on the ground, and he wanted to get up in the air, but he was sucked back in an instant.

His body hit the ground hard, and he immediately spat out blood, his face pale. The eight thousand purple gold dragon patterns on his body swam at the same time, bang, his arm sticking to the ground, with all his strength, let out a roar, the dragon roared violently, and just barely pulled it up.

If this were replaced by someone else, without his amazing body, I am afraid that he would have been kneeling on the ground and unable to get up.

Even the flesh will be squeezed into a pool of blood!

terrible!

Lin Yun was extremely terrified. He urged eight thousand purple gold dragon patterns to finally break free on the ground. With a thought, the Golden Crow Sacred Wings unfolded instantly.

Swish!

This time, Lin Yun rushed even higher.

Bang!

But the speed of falling was even faster than before, Yao Guang had already swung out seventy-two swords at some point in time.

An ancient celestial word appeared behind him, bursting with incomparably thick rays of light. With a click, the Golden Crow Sacred Wing that Lin Yun opened was directly torn in half.

In the blood dripping, Lin Yun fell to the ground with a thud, and the sound of bones shattering continued to sound.

"Master, I can't take it anymore!"

Under the superposition of gravity, Lin Yun was deeply immersed in it, and his limbs were completely unable to move, and it was even more painful.

"The swordsman only wants to escape, how can he hold on, hold your sword, come again!"

Yao Guang's voice was still kind, but with a hint of coldness.

Lin Yun got up in frustration. He didn't expect the seventy-two swords to be so strong, and he didn't expect the master's strength to be so terrifying.

Even if the realm is suppressed by Shendan, it makes him powerless.

What's even more uncomfortable is that his will collapsed too fast. He felt that he was fighting with the master, and he didn't expect this to be a duel between two swordsmen.

"You come first, use the seventy-two swords!"

Yao Guang said lightly.

This time, Lin Yun took the lead, Yao Guang resisted with the branches, and the figures of the two kept changing in the peach forest.

Swish swish!

Under the light of the ink sword, the crimson peach forest looked extraordinarily cold, with two figures criss-crossing each other.

Various sword lights collided constantly, and a crisp sword sound erupted.

In these constant battles, Lin Yun's mastery of the seventy-two swords on the ground became more and more profound, and Yao Guang also deliberately pointed at Lin Yun.

It seems to be fighting against him, but in fact, it shows him the various profound meanings in the twelfth sword of the earth.

Two hours later, the two of them each stabbed a sword, and at the tip of the sword, both condensed an ancient word for earth.

Bang!

With the loud noise, all the peach blossoms in this peach forest were blown away, leaving only the bare peach branches.

It's not over yet!

The two of them seemed to have a heart-to-heart, each raised their left hand, and after a while, there was an extra word on the left hand.

It seems that there are two layers of sky, rising like a big sun in the palms of the two, and then each bombards the other side.

Boom!

The next moment, the sky was spinning, the voids were intertwined, and Lin Yun was shaken by a hundred meters, but his eyes were bright.

"Thank you, Master!"

Lin Yun knelt down on one knee and saluted with his sword.

Yaoguang stood with his hands behind his back and smiled: "Master can only teach you this step, how to get to the next step, you still have to master it yourself. There are many mysterious aspects of this swordsmanship, if you practice it to the smallest degree. The realm is much stronger than the ghost-level high-grade swordsmanship."

"Remember, the word heaven and earth does not exist alone, you have to think about it later!"

Lin Yun bowed and said, "Disciples must keep in mind Master's teachings!"

"Get up."

Lin Yun nodded and stood up slowly.

Ten days later, Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged in the peach forest, opened his eyes and let out a long mouthful of turbid air.

boom!

There was a burst of light on his body, and a star once again condensed in the sky in the golden star sea in the Zifu.

This holy cave mansion is indeed not comparable to the outside world.

Lin Yun has only been practicing here for less than a month, and his realm has broken through, reaching the realm of the three-star celestial pill.

But thinking of leaving soon, Lin Yun felt reluctance in his heart.

But if you don't go, you have to go. After all, Master has to retreat. The five-year period has always been a string in Lin Yun's heart.

He really hoped that the master could survive this disaster and compete with the emperor.

Lin Yun got up and walked slowly in the peach forest. After a while, he came to the depths of the peach forest and stood quietly behind the master.

"Got to go?"

Yao Guang put down his pen, looked at Lin Yun and smiled.

"Um."

Lin Yun was in a heavy heart and nodded.

Yao Guang pondered: "You know the Divine Sky Sword Art, why is it difficult to cultivate?"

"Because the Sea of ​​Netherworld has become the place where the gods fought and was smashed by the gods, it is no longer possible to absorb enough Netherworld power between heaven and earth." Lin Yun said truthfully, this is what the old man in the Netherworld Palace told him.

"It seems that Junior Brother has told you everything."

Yao Guang smiled and said, "This time, don't go to the Netherworld Palace. Before leaving, I will give you a gift for the teacher."

boom!

When Lin Yun didn't understand, Yao Guang pointed at Lin Yun's eyebrows.

Boom!

In an instant, countless ghostly powers poured into Lin Yun's body along Yaoguang's fingers, and then rushed towards the ghostly flowers above Zifu.

The ghost sword species shines brilliantly, frantically swallowing these foreign ghost powers.

Lin Yun was stunned, Master wanted to help him break through the Nether Sword!