Chapter 190

The green bamboo stands, the cold and cold, all the way forward, the killing secrets are spread.

But Lin Yun couldn't look back, and there was still a chance to move forward; if he turned back, he would surely die.

Unless you master the complete sword intent, you can't decipher the pattern here, let's call it the sword pattern for the time being.

Different from the lines in the Heart Sutra of Years, each of the lines here contains great murderous intent and infinite sword intent.

It is not an exaggeration to call it a sword pattern.

The most terrifying thing is that the sword patterns, layer upon layer, follow a certain Dao rhyme, and form a vast sword array.

Buried Sword Forest, Buried Sword Forest...

Lin Yun also understood why this place was called the Sword Burial Forest.

Swordsman, the place where the bones are buried.

There is a reason why Wang Ning didn't dare to step forward, even Huangfu Jingxuan.

Like Lin Yun, he has the sword intent, but he doesn't understand the lines, and he is also sure to die.

Only someone like Lin Yun who has mastered the half-step sword intent and has a little knowledge of the lines can get a chance of survival.

But step by step, it is also like walking on thin ice, not daring to be presumptuous.

The endless killing intent accumulated behind him made him dare not think about it, so he could only bite the bullet and go forward.

Lin Yun didn't say a word, feeling the surging sword intent all over his body, and kept condensing his half-step sword intent.

Ka Ka Ka!

The broken sword and martial spirit in the body, nine chains, appear and disappear from time to time, and there is a violent shaking.

He could clearly feel that with the growth of his half-step sword intent, the nine ancient chains were loosening little by little.

Half-step sword intent, which is constantly strengthened, can always be a little bit closer to full sword intent.

It was so close that it seemed to reach out and touch it.

After reaching out, it got a little closer, but still a little bit.

Lin Yun could only bite the bullet and keep walking forward, relying on the huge sword intent in the Sword Burial Forest to continue his training.

Outside the Sword Burial Forest, Li Wuyou, who looked dignified, was more nervous than Lin Yun.

Unlike Lin Yun, he could clearly see how amazing the sword intent and murderous intent accumulated behind Lin Yun.

The majestic murderous intent has actually evolved into a vast sea of ​​blood, and the sea of ​​​​blood has condensed all kinds of visions.

It seems that the next moment, this boundless sea of ​​blood will engulf Lin Yun.

Above the sea of ​​blood, there are thousands of long swords, all of which are condensed with sword intent. If they touch it, they will die, and there is no possibility of life.

The gently swaying bamboo forest made an extravagant sound, like a sword chant, like a babble, and like someone was singing.

Li Wuyou also didn't know how long Lin Yun could last under such terrifying pressure.

Burying the Sword Forest, it's hard to say whether Lin Yun's sword will be buried.

"Almost, why is it always a little bit?"

Lin Yun, who was walking on thin ice and following every step of the way, frowned, as if he had walked into a dead end.

It was almost a little before, obviously only half a step away. Taking a step, I clearly feel that I have made progress, but it is still a quarter of a step away, and I continue to walk, another eighth step, one sixteenth step...

The distance between him and the complete sword intent shrank infinitely, but it seemed to be infinitely far away.

The overwhelming murderous intent and sword intent behind him made his heart numb, and his confidence was shaken.

Click!

A slight shake will make the state of mind open and expand infinitely.

He took another step, and as soon as he landed, Lin Yun knew it was bad, and the sword pattern under his feet suddenly burst.

Whoosh!

The sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, and a row of sharp green bamboos, like long spears, carried an unparalleled sword intent, rushing towards him.

It's over, it was counterattacked by the formation...

Lin Yun's heart tensed. In this forest of buried swords, he followed every step of the way and couldn't move at all.

Behind him is the sky of murderous intent, to the left and right is the infinite sword intent, and in front of him is the sharp arrow of murder, there is no place for him in the sky and the ground.

Terrible loneliness, a panic of being rejected by heaven and earth, pervades my heart.

Buried Sword Forest is rejecting him!

Buried Jianlin wants to bury him!

Damn... where is the difference?

Lin Yun was at a loss, he felt that the strength of his half-step sword intent was no less than the full sword intent.

But just a little bit, just a little bit!

At the juncture of life and death, Lin Yun closed his eyes, and the man in Tsing Yi in the Rose painting appeared in his mind.

Thinking back, every detail of the man in Tsing Yi wielding his sword and dancing, compared with the other party, what is lacking in himself?

The picture is changing, and the figure of the Ziyuan Juggernaut emerges in his mind.

Both, the swordsman he looked up to, both...

Lin Yun suddenly opened his eyes, he found the common ground between the Ziyuan Juggernaut and the Tsing Yi Man, and he finally knew what was wrong with him.

As soon as he thought about it, Lin Yun suddenly turned around.

With the sword power all over his body, he suddenly rose, facing the murderous intent and the endless sword intent.

Even if he has the power to break mountains and seas, he can break the stars and cut the sun and the moon, but without the heart of a swordsman, what kind of swordsman is he?

Swordsmen, be sharp!

What I'm missing is this sharpness. Since I was born for the sword, why should I, Lin Yun, be afraid of dying for the sword!

The heart is becoming more and more transparent, and the sword power on Lin Yun's body is like substance, crystal clear.

His slightly confused eyes, at this moment, are full of sharpness and fearlessness.

Can't go back? I turn back!

The heart of the swordsman, keep going forward, who will give up on me!

Heart thumping, beating non-stop. Lin Yun's expression was stern, his whole body was boiling with energy and blood, and a sharp edge rose up. Looking at the vast sea of ​​blood, endless murderous intentions, and showing off his sword power, Lin Yun took one step and stepped out.

In an instant, Lin Yun was engulfed by this sea of ​​blood and buried by the endless sword intent.

"Do not!"

Seeing this scene, Li Wuyou couldn't help roaring loudly, and scolded: "Fuck you, what kind of shit built the Sword Burial Forest, I abolished you!"

Whoa!

Seeing him, the sky is full of stars, and his eyes are full of endless anger.

Crack clap!

Seeing that he looked crazy, he rushed into the Sword Burial Forest, drew his sword and slashed wildly, and he kept cutting off the green bamboos.

But that green bamboo seems to be inexhaustible, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

boom!

At the time when the sea of ​​blood and the majestic sword intent was about to completely engulf Lin Yun. His body suddenly bloomed, the glazed glittering, crystal clear and translucent. Like a beautiful jade, it is not stained by dust, and it is not stained by rain and dew.

Immediately afterwards, pure and condensed sword intent burst out from him with endless sharpness.

Jingle Jingle!

This sword intent made the entire bamboo forest shake. The green bamboos collided, bursting out a crisp sound like a wind chime, a series of continuous, endless thoughts.

The sea of ​​blood in the sky, the majestic sword intent, in the sound of the swaying wind chimes, dispersed with the wind, and disappeared with the wind.

Click!

The chain of a certain heel that sealed the broken sword spirit came to an abrupt stop, and all of them were broken.

A roar from ancient times came from within the body, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him from a distance, not angry but powerful.

"This...is it my martial soul?"

Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked around, the situation was calm, neither murderous nor sword intent.

Only the melodious sound of wind chimes, like lights, swaying colorfully, is intoxicating.

The Sword Burial Forest seems to be a test place left by a certain senior.

Before, I never understood the true meaning of the sword intent, my confidence was shaken, and I could not be recognized immediately, and I would die. After comprehending the complete sword intent and knowing himself, the only difference is that little edge, even the sea of ​​blood, and it won't hurt him in the slightest.

"Thank you senior."

Lin Yun sat cross-legged, his hands clasped together, his expression extremely respectful, and he bowed down to salute solemnly.

When he got up, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and sensed it in the air. All the sword patterns had disappeared. In addition to the cold and cold, this place is now an ordinary bamboo forest.

"Hack you, hack you!"

There was an angry kicking sound in his ears, Lin Yun looked back and saw that Li Wuyou was as tired as a dog.

Holding the sword in both hands, facing the air, he swung wildly, his face full of anger, and his mouth was chanting.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Yun frowned slightly, and cautiously stepped forward and asked.

"Brother, I'm taking revenge for you. There are so many bamboos. You can wait until I finish cutting them. Don't let me know which son of a bitch planted it. You have to kill him!"

Li Wuyou replied casually, still with a murderous look on his face, facing the air, chopping bamboo.

Lin Yun bent the middle finger of his right hand and pressed his thumb heavily on the fingernail.

Clang!

A finger popped out, and a complete sword intent lingered suddenly, bursting out with a clear and translucent sword chant.

The wind gusted, the whole bamboo forest swayed with it, and the sound of the swaying wind chimes played and sang in two.

Li Wuyou only felt a buzzing sound in his mind and suddenly woke up.

"What am I doing?"

After waking up, he sighed, "My wrist is so sore..."

Can you not be sour, facing the air, wielding thousands of swords with all your strength, it is strange that it is not sour.

"I want to know too, what are you doing?"

Lin Yun smiled slightly, looked at Li Wuyou, and said softly.

"Brother, are you dead?"

Li Wuyou suddenly felt like a dream, looked at Lin Yun and said in surprise: "Haha, brother, I saved you! The moment you were engulfed by the sea of ​​blood, I rushed in and cut off all the bamboos, I didn't expect the evil. Yang Cuo, I really saved my brother."

Lin Yun rolled his eyes, pointed to the four directions and said, "Look at it for yourself, I don't want to talk to you."

"what happened……"

Only then did Li Wuyou realize that something was different. There wasn't a single broken bamboo on the ground. Could it be an illusion?

In the huge Sword Burial Forest, how could there be any green bamboo that he cut off, let alone one, not even half of it.

The blood dragon horse strode, snorted, looked at Li Wuyou with contempt, and walked towards Lin Yun.

Li Wuyou covered his face with his hands, wanting to cry without tears, and his reputation was completely ruined. What shameful thing did he do, even the blood dragons and horses despise him...

rustle!

Stepping on the bamboo leaves on the ground, Lin Yun led the blood dragon horse and walked towards the depths.

There are many secrets in this place.

The winding path leads to the secluded, the road is long and long, and after half a column of incense, Lin Yun sees an ancient bamboo building.

The bamboo building was built with water, and on one side of the cold pool, there was a mist of water, and the cold person trembled slightly.

"The cold aura of the Sword Burial Forest comes from here."

Lin Yun was thoughtful, the cold air in this place was somewhat similar to the Yinfeng Stream he had been in. It's not as violent as Yinfengjian, but the cold air is cold and cold, and the stamina is continuous and even better.

"What the hell is this place, it's terrifyingly cold."

Li Wuyou's voice sounded from behind, and Lin Yun looked back. Seeing Lin Yun cares about the mentally retarded eyes, Li Wuyou felt embarrassed for a while, and smiled shyly: "Brother, go in and have a look."