The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 400: The tenth sword

For ten years, have I been here alone?

　　 Lin Yun's heart trembled, and the fat old man felt inexplicably chill.

　　 If I lose the sound of the piano when I get down, will my body be buried at the bottom of this lake?

　　If it was the same day, his heart was disturbed by the sound of the piano, would he get caught up and die the moment he jumped down?

　　The answer, I am afraid that I am not willing to accept it.

　　 Thinking of this, Lin Yun looked at the old man in front of him and guessed the identity of this person.

　　 No matter what, the strength of the old man is beyond doubt.

　　 Since the other party has agreed to solve the puzzle, at least his purpose of coming here has been achieved, so just ask.

　　 "I want to ask seniors, after the peak of swordsmanship, is there a corresponding state above it?"

　　 Lin Yun said the doubts that had lingered in his heart for a long time.

　　 "Naturally there is."

　　 The fat old man looked indifferent and said indifferently: "Everyone knows that there are four realms in martial arts and martial arts, beginning, small, great, and peak perfection, but most people can cultivate one martial skill to great success. It’s already a great achievement."

　　 At this point, the fat old man's face showed a slight mockery.

　　 then said: "As for the peak completion, it is very rare and rare. So no one will ask or think about it. After the peak, there is still a way? They are like people in the painting. One by one in the painting without knowing it, you can perceive this step and you are not far from the painting."

　　"The realm above the gate of the pinnacle, is the realm of painting?"

　　 Lin Yun thoughtfully, said softly.

　　 seems to have caught something, quietly waiting for the old man's explanation, a lot of anticipation in his eyes.

　　"That’s right, it’s indeed out of Hua, but this transformation is not the other, it is the artistic conception of transcendence, referred to as Hua Jing..."

　　 Regardless of whether Lin Yun can understand or not, the fat old man sat down and drank a sip of tea, and went on talking.

　　"In short, transforming the realm is to use it for oneself. A sword technique, no matter how strong it is, it is also created by the predecessors. It is used for oneself, turning it into your own sword technique. How many times stronger the former. Boy, understand?"

　　 The fat old man looked at Lin Yun with a little disdain, and sneered: "But it's useless to tell you, even if you know it, I'm afraid it's even... hehe."

　　 He sold Guanzi, laughed, and said nothing.

　　 "You mean, even if I know it, I may not be able to break the painting. I can't even break the painting. How can I turn it into my own use and rebuild it."

　　 Lin Yun has a keen mind, and he perceives what the other party is not saying.

　　 "As the first person to come to me in ten years, you are not too stupid. Old man, that's what I mean."

　　 The fat old man dragged a long ending, smiling neither salty nor weak.

　　 Lin Yun didn't say much, and quit.

　　 slowly walked to the center of the lake, the road has been known, and then he can realize something.

　　 looked around, Lin Yun closed his eyes.

　　 The fat old man touched his beard, his old and indifferent face showed a smile.

　　 This kid is a bit to his liking.

　　 Don’t talk nonsense, if it works, try it first.

　　 can do nothing, it’s not easy to talk about it. The so-called broken painting is to break the previous practice to the peak of the sword technique, but to save the foundation.

　　A careless one, if you fail to break the picture, it will make you useless.

　　 He is somewhat similar to the kid back then, and he always doesn't believe in evil.

　　 I don’t know how the old boy is doing in the Sword Burying Forest.

　　 Some past events appeared in his mind. The fat old man's eyes flashed with irritability, his brows were slightly frowned, and he didn't want to think more, so he fell asleep.

　　 On the lake, Lin Yun was immersed in the thoughts of Shuiyue swordsmanship, and there was a wilderness in his imagination.

　　Shuiyue Swordsmanship is constantly decomposing one by one. On the wasteland, there are countless afterimages, and each afterimage uses a different technique for Shuiyue Swordsmanship.

　　 Originally only had eighteen strokes of swordsmanship, after his dismantling, it turned into more than one hundred steps.

　　 As time goes by, the number of afterimages in the wasteland is increasing, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred...multiples.

　　 three days later.

　　 The fat old man woke up leisurely and looked towards the middle of the lake, his face suddenly changed slightly.

　　 woke up immediately, and when he looked closely, he saw that Lin Yun was exuding aura on the lake. The spiritual light is like silk, wrapping him layer by layer, like a circle of silkworm cocoons.

　　"This..."

　　 The fat old man was taken aback, obviously he didn't expect such a scene.

　　 Lin Yun, who was immersed in imagination, turned a deaf ear to everything around him.

　　In the wasteland, he sits on a rocky mountain and looks at the dense afterimages below. From time to time, with a flick of your finger, if there is no flick, an afterimage will disappear.

　　 there are few to many afterimages, and now, more to less.

　　 It is mysterious, but it is not difficult to understand.

　　 He is breaking the water moon sword technique he has learned before, disassembling it, rewriting it, and turning it into the most suitable water moon sword technique for himself.

　　 The water is still that piece of water, and the moon is still the crooked moon, only the sword is not what it used to be!

　　 "It should be enough."

　　 When there were only nine afterimages left, Lin Yun nodded.

　　 Wow!

　　 In reality, Lin Yun opened his eyes, and the cocoon entwined with him, immediately shattered.

　　 peel off the cocoon, break the picture!

　　 When the cocoon completely dissipated, Lin Yun burst into a thousand rays of light, dazzling.

　　 icy muscles and jade bones, the streamer shines, like a new life.

　　 He stretched out his hand, and a dead branch flew up from the island and was held tightly by it.

　　 Spring weather turns rain, all rivers merge!

　　The spring weather transforms the rain and moisturizes things silently. It was originally a sword technique of water and moon. There are five tricks, but he can break them, softly within one trick.

　　 One sword came out, the vast drizzle turned into streams, and all rivers merged.

　　 Boom!

　　He discarded the changes and integrated the power of this artistic conception into one sword.

　　 silently, the surface of the water violently burst, shaking the sky with huge waves, and rushed away.

　　 From now on, his Shuiyue sword technique will only have one artistic conception, such as the moon will live forever, the king will be the world, and the lonely beauty will be appreciated, and the moon’s aloofness will be transformed into the ultimate domineering.

　　 View the sky with water!

　　 Lin Yun’s sword power spread, and there seemed to be an extra layer of lake water on the lake, majestic and magnificent, this small lake seemed to have become thicker.

　　 Smoke and water.

　　 The calm surface of the lake, rippling layers upon layers, a vast mist of water quietly rises.

　　The sword of the period, like a lake with only a vast mist of water, majestic and majestic, like a dream.

　　This sword has vast smoke and mist.

　　 The big waves are huge!

　　 Swords and swords light up on the lake, and they dance in endlessly, dancing with the waves, swords like waves, and waves like swords.

　　 If it’s deep in it, let alone blocking the sword light, it’s good to be able to stand firm.

　　The body shape changed, Lin Yun displayed six swords in succession, and each sword seemed to have a different change. But every sword has the same artistic conception, which belongs to the domineering and aloof like the moon, which runs through every ray of sword light from beginning to end.

　　The light of the moon!

　　 is also the light of the bright moon, but the light of the bright moon right now is very different.

　　 is a purple sword light, and a purple bright moon floats on the lake. When the moonlight appeared, Lin Yun's figure disappeared strangely.

　　Between the heavens and the earth, there is only a moonlike sword light that cuts through the lake.

　　 Click!

　　The sword light passed by, and the lake surface was like flat ground, and a smooth and slender gully appeared. Lin Yun did not appear until the moonlight dissipated.

　　 It's not that he really disappeared, it's just that the moonlight is too great to cover up everything in the world.

　　 frosty cold!

　　 Shui Yue Jinghua!

　　 Immediately afterwards, two more killer moves were revealed in his hand. After being promoted to the Transformation Realm, these two ultimate moves are equally unrecognizable, but they can perfectly fit with his own sword intent, as if this water moon sword technique was created by him himself.

　　 is not enough...

　　 Lin Yun, who had performed the Shuiyue Swordsmanship, stood on the lake, thinking.

　　 Vaguely, after the nine swords were swung, he felt as if he could go one step further, pushing this Shuiyue sword technique to its limit.

　　 But this hint of inspiration is erratic and difficult to grasp.

　　 Just when the inspiration was about to disappear, the sound of the piano sounded like a thunderous sound in his ear.

　　 Lin Yun's eyes were full of light, and he suddenly realized.

　　 Accompanied by this stunning sound of the piano, after swinging out of the world, his tenth sword is entirely his own.

　　 The lake exploded, and a waterspout burst into a violent noise, and the sky suddenly became dark. In the whistling, the majestic sword intent poured out, the visions continued, and the lightning tore through the sky, terrifying to suffocating.

　　This sword shattered the sky and the clouds. Only this sword, like the moon, will last forever!

　　 Lin Yun took the "sword" and stood, whispering: "This tenth sword, just call it... Heavenly Broken Clouds."

　　 belongs to his tenth sword alone, belongs to his sky broken cloud alone.

　　"You kid, you hide so deeply that it makes me lose my eyes."

　　 The fat old man looked indifferent and slightly unhappy.

　　 Lin Yun smiled slightly without explaining. He was thinking about the cliff and thinking hard for three months, and his swordsmanship had already reached the point where it was overflowing.

　　 is just a step away. It seems that it only takes three days to break the painting, but no one can know how he got through the cliff.

　　 "If I am not absolutely sure, how dare I jump into this abyss."

　　 Lin Yun's words seemed very confident, but in this confidence, there was a bitterness that he could understand.

After 　　 took a seat, he thanked him.

　　 Without the last tune of the fat old man, he was afraid that he would not be able to comprehend this tenth sword.

　　 Once you miss the fleeting aura~IndoMTL.com~, you will definitely be unable to comprehend the sky broken clouds in your life. There is only one opportunity for this.

　　 missed, missed.

　　 The old man nodded indifferently, not interested.

　　"Senior said that he had spent ten years here, but I didn’t seem to see flowers on this island?"

　　 Thinking of this, Lin Yun asked curiously.

　　"One sword cut."

　　 "Why?"

　　 Lin Yun was amazed.

　　The fat old man held a teacup and said faintly: "As you said, the longer the flower, the more colorful, the longer the person, the uglier, and he looked upset, so he cut it with a sword."

　　's words were an understatement, but Lin Yun was shocked.

　　The so-called flower viewing is certainly not true flower viewing. The old man must be Wu Jian for ten years.

　　Wu Jian for ten years, but another sword cut. This is the fat old man who thinks that Wu Jian for ten years is all wrong.

　　 But even if it’s really wrong, it takes ten years of work. It’s a bit surprising to say that you cut it.

　　 "Do you regret it?"

　　 "Hehe, you don't regret killing anyone, I cut a flower, why regret it."

　　 The fat old man put down his teacup and said with a long smile: "Don't care about the old man, but think about yourself. If you think about disappearing from the cliff for three days, it is equivalent to fleeing. It is a death penalty. Before dawn, you will die if you can’t go back. One, Xiaomei can’t help you."

　　 Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and he looked back.

　　 A lonely mountain, straight into the clouds, above the clouds, I don’t know how high it is.

　　 I only thought about going down, but I didn't think about how to go up.

　　 The fat old man looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of playfulness.