Chapter 400

In the past ten years, am I the only one who has come here?

Lin Yun trembled in his heart, and felt an inexplicable chill on the body of the fat old man.

If he were not able to match the sound of the piano when he came down, would he also bury his body at the bottom of this lake?

If he had been distracted by the sound of the piano that day, would he have gone into trouble and died the moment he jumped off?

The answer is that I am afraid that I am a little unwilling to accept it.

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

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

Since the other party promised to clear up the confusion, at least his purpose of coming here has been achieved, so let's ask.

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

Lin Yun said the doubts that had been entangled 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 major realms of martial arts and martial arts, beginning, minor, major and peak perfection, but most people can cultivate a martial skill to the major, it is already amazing. achievement.”

Having said this, the fat old man's face showed a faint mockery.

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

"The realm above the gate of the peak courtyard is the realm of painting?"

Lin Yun said softly, thoughtful.

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

"That's right, it is indeed a transformation, but this transformation is not another transformation, it is the artistic conception of transcendence, abbreviated as Huajing..."

The fat old man didn't care whether Lin Yun could understand or not, he sat down and took a sip of tea, and continued talking nonstop.

"Transformation, in short, is to use it for one's own use. A swordsmanship, no matter how strong it is, is also created by predecessors. It is used for one's own use and turned into one's own swordsmanship. I don't know if it is stronger than the former. How many times. Boy, do you understand?"

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

He sold the offense, laughed, and didn't say much.

"You mean, even if I know about it, I may not be able to break the painting. If I can't even break the painting, how can I use it for my own use and make it into a painting again."

Lin Yun's thinking was sharp, and he noticed what the other party didn't say.

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

The fat old man dragged a long tail and smiled indifferently.

Lin Yun didn't say much, and resigned.

Slowly walking to the heart of the lake, Lu already knew, and then it was up to him whether he could comprehend.

Looking around, Lin Yun closed his eyes.

The fat old man stroked his beard, and a smile appeared on his old and indifferent face.

This kid is somewhat in line with him.

No nonsense, whether it can be done or not, let’s try it first.

What can be done is useless work, and it is easier said than done. The so-called broken painting is to smash the swordsmanship that has been cultivated to the peak of perfection, but to preserve the foundation.

If you are not careful, you will not be able to break the painting, but you will make yourself useless.

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

I don't know how that old boy was doing in the Sword Burial Forest.

Some past events appeared in his mind, and the fat old man's eyes flashed with irritability, his brows were slightly wrinkled, he didn't want to think about it, he hugged his head and fell asleep.

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

Every move of the Shuiyue Swordsmanship is constantly disintegrating, and there are countless afterimages on the wasteland, and each afterimage displays a different move of the Shuiyue Swordsmanship.

Originally, there were only eighteen strokes of swordsmanship, but under his dismantling, it was transformed into more than one hundred steps.

As time passed, in the wasteland, the number of afterimages increased, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred... doubling.

three days later.

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

Immediately woke up, staring at him, he saw that Lin Yun's body was exuding aura on the lake. The aura was like silk, wrapping him layer by layer, like a circle of silkworm cocoons.

"This……"

The fat old man was taken aback, obviously not expecting such a scene.

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

In the wasteland, he sat on a rocky mountain and looked at the dense afterimages below. From time to time, with a flick of the finger, without a flick, an afterimage disappears.

The afterimages are at least as few as possible, and now, from more to less.

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

He is breaking the Shuiyue swordsmanship that he used to learn, dismantling it, rewriting it, and turning it into the most suitable Shuiyue swordsmanship for him.

The water is still the same water, the moon is still the crooked moon, only the sword is not what it used to be!

"Should be enough."

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

Whoa!

In reality, Lin Yun opened his eyes, and the cocoon wrapped around him immediately shattered.

Peel off the cocoon, and come out of the painting!

When the spirit cocoon completely dissipated, thousands of rays of light bloomed from Lin Yun's body, dazzling.

Ice muscles and jade bones, with a little streamer, like a new life.

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

The spring breeze turns into rain, and the rivers join together!

The spring breeze and the rain moisten things silently. Originally, it was the sword technique of water and moon. It was erratic and the artistic conception of flowing water was invisible. There were originally five moves, but he could be shattered and softened within one move.

A sword came out, and the vast drizzle turned into a stream, and hundreds of rivers merged.

boom!

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

Silently, the water surfaced violently, and the sky-shattering waves rushed into the sky.

From now on, the Shuiyue swordsmanship that belongs to him will have only one artistic conception, such as the long-lived moon, the king over the world, the self-appreciation of loneliness, the arrogance of the moon, and the evolution of the arrogance of the moon into the ultimate domineering.

See the sky with water!

Lin Yun's sword power spread out, and the lake seemed to have a layer of water on it. It was boundless and magnificent. This small lake seemed to become thicker.

Lots of smoke.

On the calm lake surface, layers of ripples swayed, and a vast mist of water quietly rose.

Qijian is like a lake with only mist on it, a mighty atmosphere, like a dream.

This sword, the smoke is vast, and the water mist is vast.

Big waves!

Dao of swords and sword lights swayed on the lake, emerging one after another, dancing with the waves, the sword was like waves, and the waves were like swords.

If it is deep inside, let alone blocking the sword light, it is not bad to be able to stand firm.

The figure changed, Lin Yun displayed six swords in a row, and each sword seemed to have different changes. But each sword has the same artistic conception, which is domineering and arrogant like the moon, which runs through every ray of sword light from beginning to end.

Bright Moon Light!

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

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

Between heaven and earth, there was only a bright moon-like sword glow that cut through the lake.

Click!

The sword light swept across, and the lake was like flat ground, and a flat and slender gully appeared. Lin Yun didn't appear until the moonlight dissipated.

It's not that he really disappeared, it's just that the moonlight is too bright, covering everything in the world.

Frost and cold!

Water Moon Mirror Flower!

Immediately afterwards, two more killing moves were displayed one by one in his hands. After being promoted to Transformation Realm, these two ultimate moves are also completely unrecognizable, but they fit perfectly with his own Sword Intent, as if this Shuiyue Sword Technique was created by him.

not enough……

Lin Yun, who had finished performing the Shuiyue Swordsmanship, stood on the lake, thoughtful.

Vaguely, after the nine swords were swayed, he felt that he could go further and really pushed his Shuiyue swordsmanship to the limit.

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

Just when this inspiration was about to disappear, the sound of the piano suddenly rang out in his ears.

Lin Yun's eyes shone brightly, and he suddenly realized.

Accompanied by this shocking qin sound, after swinging out of the transformation realm, it was his own tenth sword.

The surface of the lake exploded, and with a loud bang, a waterspout burst out, and the sky suddenly darkened. In the whistling, the majestic sword intent poured out, and the visions were repeated, and the lightning ripped apart the sky, terrifying to the point of suffocation.

This sword shatters the sky and shatters the cloud. Only this sword will last forever like the moon!

Lin Yun took the "sword" and stood up, and said softly, "This tenth sword, let's call it... Heaven Broken Cloud."

The tenth sword that belongs to him alone, the broken cloud of the sky that belongs to him alone.

"You kid, you hide it so much that it makes me lose my sight."

The fat old man looked indifferent and slightly unhappy.

Lin Yun smiled slightly and did not explain. He was thinking about the cliff, thinking hard for three months, and the swordsmanship has already reached the point where it is overflowing.

It was only one step away from the door. It seemed that it only took three days to break the painting, but no one could know how he survived the cliff of thinking.

"If there is no absolute certainty, how can I dare to jump in this abyss."

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

After being seated, he thanked him.

Without the fat old man's last piano sound, this tenth sword, he probably wouldn't be able to comprehend it.

Once you miss that fleeting aura, you will definitely not be able to comprehend the broken clouds in your life. There is only one chance like this.

miss, miss.

The old man nodded indifferently, not very interested.

"Senior said that he has been watching flowers here for ten years, but I don't seem to see flowers on this island?"

Thinking of this, Lin Yun asked curiously.

"Cut with a sword."

"why?"

Lin Yun was surprised.

The fat old man held the teacup and said indifferently, "As you said, the longer the flower is, the more beautiful it is, and the longer the person is, the uglier it is. If you look upset, you will cut it with a sword."

It was an understatement, but Lin Yun was thrilled to hear it.

The so-called flower viewing is definitely not a real flower viewing. The old man must have realized the sword in ten years.

After ten years of Wujian, he was cut again with one sword. This is the fat old man who felt that Wujian for ten years was all wrong.

But even if it is really wrong, it is still ten years of work, and it is a bit surprising to say that it will be cut.

"Senior do you regret it?"

"Hehe, you don't regret killing anyone. This old man cuts a flower, so why should you regret it?"

The fat old man put down the teacup and said with a long smile: "Don't care about the old man, think about yourself, thinking about disappearing from the cliff for three days is equivalent to escaping, which is a death sentence. Before dawn, if you can't go back, you will die. Meizi can't save you."

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

A lonely peak, straight into the clouds, above the clouds, I don't know how high.

At first I just wanted to get down, but I didn't think about how to get up. The fat old man looked at him with a half-smile but a playful look in his eyes.