The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 1349: Xiaoyao 9 Swords
When the rose scroll was taken out of the storage bag, Lin Yun became quite nervous.
He was worried, and his expression was extremely solemn.
Lin Yun still remembers how strong the dust sword technique is. Where did the flowers start and where I came from.
One thought, the dust is scattered, and the mountains and rivers are broken!
How arrogant!
At the beginning, this sword allowed Lin Yun to cross the realm directly, beheading three elders in the Yin and Yang realm of the Purple Mansion.
There is no doubt that Xiaoyao Swordsmanship will inevitably be more powerful, even far beyond Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords.
But once the picture scroll is opened, Lin Yun doesn’t know what he will face. If the ship overturns in the gutter, it is very possible to be killed by the sword in the picture.
It is more likely to be happy in the air, and you can’t see the so-called free swordsmanship at all.
Because Lin Yun has no confidence in his spiritual patterns, he is not as confident as his own kendo.
He became a Saint Profound Master, using tricks. In Lin Yun’s mind, everything must be down-to-earth, step by step, and steady.
Success by trickery, don’t take it too seriously, otherwise you will suffer a big loss sooner or later.
“Let’s take a look, otherwise, go to Jianzong and find a way to refine your spiritual patterns.”
Lin Yun muttered to himself softly.
Although he is a Saint Profound Master who has a lot of water, the benefits he can reap are truly surprising.
Just five hundred miles of soul power is enough to make many people envy.
If you can take a step further in your spiritual patterns, you can improve your own strength even if you don’t have the rose scroll as motivation.
Lin Yun’s heart moved slightly, and the scroll in front of him unfolded leisurely, and the familiar white-spotted tiger jumped out.
To this day, Lin Yun still has pressing pressure facing this white-spotted tiger.
He guessed that the white-spotted tiger might be a holy beast, or a divine beast directly, otherwise Shen Yun would not be so scary.
Shen Xiao!
The purple mark on Lin Yun’s eyebrows bloomed, and deep in the eyebrows, the golden sea of swords boiled, releasing the sword intent of the gods.
His body glowed with golden sword light, and when the tiger was about to save, he resisted the pressure.
His!
The familiar picture reappeared, with a white palm in front of the tiger. The tiger closed his eyes slightly, his expression soft, sniffing the fragrance of the rose blooming in his palm.
The fragrance of flowers permeated, Lin Yun standing outside the painting seemed to smell the fragrance of the rose.
Wow! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The screen kept flickering, and the dust sword technique that I had seen before appeared again in front of Lin Yun.
After the demonstration of the Dust Light Sword Technique was completed, the scenery in the painting collapsed suddenly. The sun, moon, mountains and rivers, flowers, trees, and clouds of heaven and earth, turned into countless fragments, floating in front of Lin Yun, slowly accumulating in silence.
coming!
Lin Yun’s heart tightened, and Shenxiao’s sword intent keenly sensed a trace of extremely dangerous aura.
“God!”
Just as Lin Yun was on guard, and when he was 120,000 minutes of energy, a voice suddenly rang in his ear.
Puff!
Lin Yun spit out blood, and the sword intent of the gods was immediately dispersed, and the light on his body dimmed.
“Land!”
Puff!
Lin Yun vomited another mouthful of blood and took three steps back.
“Heaven and earth are wild, wind, fire and thunder!”
After finishing all the eight characters, Lin Yun took a hundred steps back and fell to his knees on one knee, his face pale.
It hurts!
It hurts!
Lin Yun was holding his head, with a splitting headache and a distorted face. He wanted to whine but couldn’t make a sound.
The sky and the earth are wild, wind, fire and thunder!
The lingering sound trembles in his mind, invades into the profound palace, shaking constantly.
Lin Yun is so painful that he can’t wait to cut his head and catch him all the sounds.
At this moment, the sword intent of the gods, the sacred body of the blue dragon, the fist of the sun and the moon, the sword of the moment, all kinds of methods, all useless, make people collapse to the extreme.
At a critical moment, the natal Saint Rune in Lin Yunxuan Palace saved him, and the Golden Crow Saint Rune seemed to come alive.
A stream of holy prestige came slowly.
After a while, the voice that invaded the profound palace and tortured Lin Yun to the point of pain was slowly dissipated by this spirit power.
Lin Yun woke up in shock, his eyes became energetic again, and the blurred pictures in the four directions overlapped a little bit, and then gradually became clear.
“I saw it!”
Lin Yun’s eyes lit up and quickly stood up.
He sees the original fragmented picture and bridges it again, but the environment completely changes. Countless sacred patterns are intertwined like ink-wash plates, fused into a new picture, unfolding little by little.
“Xiaoyao Nine Swords, a total of nine swords, divided into Heavenly Word Sword Jue, Earth Character Sword Jue, Xuan Character Sword Jue, Wild Character Sword Jue… Ice Character Sword Jue.”
Then there was a voice coming out of the painting, misty and distant, containing the smell of nothingness.
The sky and the earth are in the wild, wind, fire and thunder ice.
Lin Yun counted silently in his heart. It was obviously eight characters, but he said Xiaoyao Nine Swords. What is the ninth character and what is the ninth sword?
“How many strokes are there in the sky, thirty-six!”
It was too late to think about it. On the barren plain in the picture, the Tsing Yi man Nandi held a sword and moved again.
“Tianyi!”
“Day two!”
“Day Three!”
“Day Four!”
……
“Day 15!”
He flies and flies, he is perfectly formed, he has an indescribable aura.
Every sword in Tsing Yi people seems to be holding a pen and writing, stroke by stroke, every sword contains great power.
“Thirty-six days!”
After the thirty-six swords were released, the thirty-six sword lights imprinted in the void continued to overlap and accumulated crazily.
In an instant, the heavens and the earth faded, the sun and the moon were dark.
An ancient word for heaven appeared, behind Tsing Yi people, when the word fell, everything in the world seemed to surrender for it.
Lin Yun was stunned and shocked. He never thought that the world would still have such a swordsmanship.
“How many strokes are there…”
The man in Tsing Yi in the screen moved faster and faster, reaching the point where Lin Yun could not see clearly with the blessing of the sword intent of the gods.
Lin Yun can’t see clearly, everything can’t be seen clearly, everything in his eyes is blurred.
Even the sounds in the painting are intermittent, ethereal and void.
I can only vaguely see that after the eight characters of Fenghuo Leibing and Fenghuo Lei Bing appeared, the artistic conception of Xiaoyao was moved to the extreme by the man in Tsing Yi.
If there is divine assistance, if there is heavenly power, every sword will tear the void to pieces. Sword lights criss-cross, eight ancient characters shake the dry land, the sun and the moon are reversed, the universe is upside down, and the space is distorted and torn apart.
Eight characters, each of which contains a free and unfettered artistic conception, and each artistic conception is magnificent and majestic.
Is this the Eight Swords of Xiaoyao?
Lin Yun whispered to himself, his eyes filled with admiration, and this swordsmanship was so wonderful that it was amazing.
No, this swordsmanship seems to be the nine swords!
Lin Yun remembered clearly, the first thing he heard was Xiaoyao Nine Swords, there should be another sword.
Just as Lin Yun was frightened and suspicious, an endless sad voice suddenly rang from the rose’s scroll, an angry shout, tearing the sky apart.
Ten thousand kinds of visions, all scattered.
“There is nothing in the world, it is difficult to be happy again!”
Lin Yun’s face changed slightly, and this sudden change made him unexpected.
Moreover, the swords gathered on the screen became more and more terrifying, making him panic, and he quickly reached out without waiting for the man in Tsing Yi to display it.
Wow!
The Qiangwei scroll rolled up in an instant, flashed, and fell into his hand.
“Good risk.”
Lin Yun breathed out lightly, only to feel that his scalp was numb, if he used the last sword.
It feels that Nandi’s artistic conception left in the painting is enough to kill him who is outside the painting.
The first eight characters are clearly filled with romance, urging the artistic conception contained in the word Xiaoyao to an unimaginable limit.
What is Xiaoyao, lies between these eight-character swordsmanship.
But the last sword is actually breaking away, endless sadness, endless sadness, endless darkness, it is depressing and unbearable.
“There is nothing in the world, it is difficult to be happy again.”
Lin Yun muttered to himself, after reading it several times, he seemed to understand something.
At the same time, he also knew why he felt that this scroll was dangerous when it was opened. The intuition from Jianyi was not wrong, if it weren’t for the natal Saint Rune of the Profound Palace, he might have been dead if he rashly opened the scroll this time.
Fortunately, there was no impulse at the beginning, a little fluke.
Lin Yun collected the picture, sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath while digesting the information he had just felt.
Xiaoyao Nine Swords, or Nine Swords, is actually far more than nine swords.
Just one Heavenly Word Sword Art, there are as many as thirty-six swords, each sword is surprisingly powerful, and the mood of each sword is different.
Ke are all related to the sky, to the happy, happy to the sky, happy to the sword, and happy to the people.
It’s a bit of a pity that Lin Yun’s current spiritual pattern attainments are still too bad, and these nine Xiaoyao swords are not complete.
“Come step by step, first practice the Heavenly Word Sword Art.”
After Lin Yun opened his eyes, he looked much better, and he also had a decision in his heart.
Lin Yun recalled the scenes he saw in the painting, and at the same time moved the star element, urging the star element to circulate in the meridians according to the obtained sword art.
Looking at the people in Tsing Yi, they are relaxed and free, and when Lin Yun is practicing by himself, he finds that there are many difficulties.
It’s just the Heavenly Word Sword Art, in which the artistic conception is also vast. Stepping into it, you can’t really get started.
It took Lin Yun seven days to reluctantly cultivate this heavenly word sword technique to the level of Xiaocheng.
Thirty-six swords learned 18 swords, but it was not a small distance from writing a complete word of heaven.
But Lin Yun’s mood was unprecedentedly excited.
After he mastered the sword intent of the gods, the ordinary holy spirit-level swordsmanship can be seen almost once.
Slightly more subtle and complicated, you may just close your eyes and see the time for half a cup of tea, and you will master all the essentials.
But these Happy Nine Swords are extraordinary~IndoMTL.com~ can’t even see through the sword intent of Shenxiao.
Seven more days later, Lin Yun practiced the Heavenly Sword Art to the twenty-third sword, and then was forced to stop.
Little ice phoenix appeared majestic and majestic riding a blood dragon horse.
“Lin Yun, it’s time to get the Supreme God tattoo.”
Little Bingfeng frowned, and said angrily: “Are you stupid for practicing swordsmanship? You have forgotten what you promised the emperor.”
Lin Yun collected the burial foil and smiled. The better he was before shaking the sky with the sword.
The other party will open the ban of Holy Sword Peak today, but it is too fascinating to practice this Heavenly Word Sword Art, and it is indeed a bit forgotten.
Lin Yun turned off the subject and said: “You just came here, just about to ask you something.”
“What’s the matter?”
Little Bingfeng’s expression is calm, not very interested, she is only interested in the Supreme Divine Mark now.
“How to deal with Qin Cang’s golden keel?”
Lin Yun dug out the opponent’s keel, but how to use it is a big problem.
This thing definitely cannot be given away. No one dares to use it. Once Qin Cang knows about it, it will be a big trouble.
Unfortunately, he can’t use it himself. If the other dragon bones are okay, the attributes of this dragon bone and the Canglong bone are too different.
And it contains Qin Cang’s aura, which is difficult to digest completely, and it is definitely not compatible with Lin Yun’s Canglong Saint Body.
“Hey, why don’t you give it to Xiao Hei, it’s still growing up. You can cook, just make a pot of golden keel soup! The holy medicine you gave to the emperor is useless, just right. Cooked in one pot, it must be delicious!”
Little Bingfeng gets more excited as she speaks, her eyes gleaming.
The corner of Lin Yun’s mouth twitched. If Qin Cang knew this, he wouldn’t be so angry.
[Finally, I feel a little bit. I’ve been writing about it these days. Xiaoyao Nine Swords, Supreme Divine Mark, and the altar where the corpse of the gods may be buried, and some pits of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, are quite interesting. 】