Chapter 579

The picture scroll stopped in the air in front of Lin Yun, slowly unfolding little by little.

After a while, the fierce tiger who had caused a great shock to Lin Yun's heart appeared. When the picture scroll is fully unfolded, if you look roughly, the tiger occupies the entire picture. If you don't look carefully, you can't notice the existence of the Tsing Yi man. To be precise, more people were unable to withstand the impact of such fierce tigers, and were so frightened that they lost the picture the moment it unfolded. In his eyes, there is only the power of a king on the scroll, like a tiger swallowing mountains and rivers. But for those who really hold the power of this tiger, the picture will be steeper.

However, the great change, that Wang Wei is unparalleled in the world, but the tiger that swallows the sun and the moon has become a supporting role in the blink of an eye.

He became quiet and peaceful, closed his eyes and sniffed lightly, sniffing the fragrance of roses in the palm of the man in Tsing Yi.

The fragrance of flowers filled the air, and the man in Tsing Yi, who held the sword in his right hand and the rose flower in the palm of his left hand, showed the true face of Mount Lu a little bit.

Right now, this is what Lin Yun sees, and he has seen it countless times. He knows that soon, the flower in the palm will rise, and the man in blue will become the absolute protagonist in the painting, but the picture will become more and more blurred.

If you don't have the attainment of spiritual patterns, you will be completely unable to see clearly.

Sure enough, in just a moment, the scene in the painting was filled with mist, and in the mist, only a figure in Tsing Yi could be vaguely seen.

Lin Yun stared at it closely, and at the same time, the soul seal of life in the Xuan Palace shone with bursts of light. The faint wedding fluctuations slowly radiated from him.

Where do flowers come from!

Got it!

The picture in front of him blurred and became clear. While the man in Tsing Yi with the sword was muttering to himself, the rose in his palm gently floated up, holding the sword in his right hand and dancing in the air.

The flower fell on the tip of the sword, blooming a dazzling light. At this moment, the man in Tsing Yi is as calm as water, as tranquil as water. His body suddenly erupted with infinite sword power, which was many times stronger than that fierce tiger that swallowed mountains and rivers, and could match the sun, moon, and stars.

The brilliance of that sword illuminates the mountains and rivers.

The rose on the tip of the sword blooms, and thousands of rays of light burst. One side of the world, the streamer is scattered, dazzling than the stars, and can compete with the sun and the moon. As if this, the next sword falls, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers will tremble under this sword.

When he took him to collect the sword, the flowers were falling, and the flowers were bright and purple.

Suddenly, the man in Tsing Yi looked back and smiled, his smile paled. His eyes passed through the picture scroll and met Lin Yun's eyes. Those eyes were as sharp as swords. In a trance, they penetrated the barriers of time and space, making Lin Yun's heart inexplicably tight.

coming!

It was this sword, the sword that was about to break out of the painting, and Lin Yun couldn't resist it every time. For him to be unable to explore, the true charm of this set of swordsmanship has always been unknown. Where did this flower come from?

Plop plop!

Lin Yun's heart was beating wildly. At this moment, he was extremely nervous and his face was unprecedentedly solemn. On the forehead, there was even a bean-sized sweat, which seeped out drop by drop.

The anxiety can't be concealed at all.

No way, such a mood, Lin Yun couldn't help but calm down. How many times, I can't remember how many times I was scared out of my mind by the sword that came out of this broken painting.

This time, he has obtained many good things, and obtained great opportunities in that half-dao Divine Rune.

Whether it is spiritual pattern accomplishment, or its own sword power, it is a higher level. He is not what he used to be, and if he still can't stop him, all his efforts will be in vain.

Such failures and setbacks will seriously damage his self-confidence.

Lin Yun didn't care much about many things, but as long as it was what he really cared about. His victorious heart, his stubbornness and pride, no one can compare to him.

Click!

The sound of a picture scroll bursting appeared, the man in Tsing Yi looked back and smiled, his sword came out, and he leaped into the air. Suddenly, the sky was full of flowers and rain, and the endless mountains and rivers came out with his sword.

Lin Yun's pupils shrank sharply, and when the picture scroll was completely shattered, there seemed to be fissures in this side of the world, shattering into countless small pieces like glass.

Time freezes, the world stands still. Lin Yun's thoughts came to a standstill, his upper and lower lips were slightly open, he couldn't open it if he wanted to, and couldn't close it if he wanted to.

The beating heart stopped abruptly.

Can't move! can not breath! !

Endless fears came from all directions. In Lin Yun's weak perception, boundless darkness rolled in, and the light in his world was shrinking little by little. In the blink of an eye, the boundless darkness was like the silent death god of hell trying to swallow it up.

Are you going to die?

hateful!

Lin Yunwan did not expect that even if his own strength was reborn, he would still be so horrified when facing this sword. It was a little unexpected to be in such a situation right now, and a deep sense of unwillingness rose deep in my heart.

can't die, can't die, can't die...

But this silent cry was completely useless, and the darkness completely engulfed him in an instant.

The whole world was at a standstill, Lin Yun no longer felt anything, he could only feel his consciousness, falling bit by bit in an abyss.

But at the moment when his soul was about to be completely swallowed up by the might of a sword, the phoenix feather soul seal in the Xuan Palace suddenly burned with golden flames. Among the bright rays of light, the rising flames exuded a trace of divine power.

boom!

With the rising flames, the endless darkness was instantly swept away by the power of the divine runes, and Lin Yun's vision suddenly returned to clarity.

As far as he could see, a figure came towards his face, Lin Yun was shocked, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the wrist, and then yanked violently.

Whoa!

Lin Yun's body didn't move, but he felt that the other party's tugging seemed to pull all his soul consciousness away from his body.

Just when I was a little confused and looked at the environment in the four directions, there were two people in front, a man and a woman. The man is dressed in blue clothes, holds a funeral flower, and has a pair of deep eyes, the blue sky is like washing. Delicate facial features, flawless, can not pick out any flaws, like beautiful jade, Feng Shen is handsome, Zhong Ling Yuxiu, all the beautiful words in the world, it seems that some of them are not worthy of him.

style.

It's him……

Lin Yun murmured to himself, this is the man in Tsing Yi he has seen countless times in the painting. I just didn't expect that this person is so handsome, like an immortal. Compared with him, the woman next to him made Lin Yun even more moved.

It is a kind of beauty that belongs only to the world, simple and unpretentious. At first glance, there is no sense of surprise, but it is more and more eye-catching, but it is immersed in it and unable to extricate itself.

The two are an immortal and an ordinary person, but they each have their own charms, and they do not lose to each other.

Just as Lin Yun was looking at it, the man in Tsing Yi took the woman's arm and walked towards him quickly.

"It turns out that it wasn't my hand who was pulling just now... No, it's coming towards me."

Just when Lin Yun was at a loss, the two went straight and passed him through.

Lin Yun was inexplicably stunned, and suddenly realized that he was already in the painting. The person in this painting is just a long-term memory, not a real person.

When he turned to look, the man in green was dancing with a sword, and the woman watched quietly, with a faint smile on her face, she said softly, "Where did the flower come from?"

Only then did Lin Yun hear her voice, and he was instantly shocked. This voice was like a clear spring and flowing water, the water hitting the rocks, and the echoes were moving.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled when he heard the words, the sword came out, the flowers on the ground danced, and they rose into the sky. But only one rose, impartially, fell on the tip of the sword.

When the rose fell on the tip of the sword, the rose's rays of light bloomed, making the flowers in the world eclipsed. The sharp edge of the sword, accompanied by the light of this rose, reached a heart-pounding level, as if the mountains and rivers could be pierced by his sword.

"Where did I come from?" The smile on the woman's face became thicker and softer.

The man in Tsing Yi swung out a sword, his body changed, and in an instant, the world could not see any trace of the man in Tsing Yi. Only that flower, only the rose on the tip of the sword, shattered into pieces, scattered into countless petals, and turned into a storm.

Buzz!

The storm composed of petals, between the rotations, burst into the sky with sword chants, sweeping the world.

"The empty landscape is full of water, Konoha Feng Xiaoxiao!" When the storm dissipated and the sword light reappeared, Lin Yun knew that the man in Tsing Yi was always there, just hiding himself in the boundless sword. This reappearing sword light burst out with a loud sword song, and the vast sword force, in the hands of the man in Tsing Yi, was like a river and lake, surrounding the sky.

Mountains, lingering. The breeze blows, but there is no empty mountain or water, only a few fallen leaves move with the wind. In the vast world, this piece of fallen leaves is so small, but the leaves are trembling in the wind, and Lin Yun's eyes are bright.

Watch and stop.

"Flying flowers are as light as dreams, and silky rain is as fine as sorrow!" The woman opened her red lips, and her ethereal voice seemed to fly like a tired bird.

The sword is turning, and the sword light is like falling petals, dancing and flying; accompanied by the drizzle, the sword light is more and more agile, densely packed, hitting the raindrops, making the sound of broken jade, ding ding dong dong , melodious.

"There is nothing in this world, give you a white horse's hoof!" The woman's voice became firm at this moment, but there were all kinds of tenderness in this firmness, but the world did not care.

The sword stance of the man in Tsing Yi was like a rain of flowers, and at this moment, he suddenly became high-pitched, grand and agitated, with boundless domineering.

"I came from heaven!"

In the majestic sword stance that was turbulent and domineering, the man in Tsing Yi, who had been hazy before, suddenly appeared. In the mad shout, he fell from the sky, swung out a sword, and slashed all the thousands of horses and thousands of troops, endless mountains and rivers.

"Flowers start from the palm of your hand!"

The man in Tsing Yi flipped his hand, and the end of the burial foil fell into the ground in front of him, trembling. The backhand is spread out, a flower bud is slowly unfolding in his palm, the funeral foil is tightly attached to his right arm, and he only slowly raises his left hand.

Boom!

In the rising, along with the opening of the flower buds, the terrifying sword intent continued to skyrocket on him, and those who forced him could not open their eyes. Under this sword intent, the sky and the earth trembled violently.

"A single thought will give birth to all the light..."

The flower buds in the palm of the hand burst into bloom, the man in Tsing Yi raised his brows, the light in his eyes surged, and he shouted in a cold voice: "Ten thousand flowers that break through the mountains and rivers!"

Immediately, the light of the flower in the palm burst into flames, and the man in Tsing Yi shrouded in this light, with a brilliant sword, like a great sun that illuminates the world.

The heart of a sword is transparent and bright, and when the dust dissipates, it will be a glorious sun, shining through the mountains and rivers.

The brilliance was getting brighter and brighter, causing Lin Yun to stab his eyes. When the sword light that shone through the mountains and rivers came towards him, Lin Yun instantly felt a majestic force and forced him out.

Lin Yun staggered, looked up, and saw the picture scroll that was hanging in the air before his eyes, and he was about to fall down with a sway.

He quickly stretched out his hand, and the unfolded picture scroll rolled up in an instant, and was tightly held in his hand.

But Lin Yun was speechless for a long time, holding the scroll, dazed.

After a while, Lin Yun's face showed a look of loss, and the look in his eyes was still immersed in panic.

Where do flowers come from?

where do i come from?

The empty landscape is long, Konoha Feng Xiaoxiao.

The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the rain is as fine as sorrow.

There is nothing in this world, and I will give you a white horse's hoof.

I am from heaven!

Flowers start from the palm of your hand!

In a year, all the dust will be born, and the mountains and rivers will be broken by ten thousand flowers!

...

The man in Tsing Yi broke out of the painting with one sword, but he also gave Lin Yun a chance to explore the painting, but he never expected that the style of this sword to be fully appreciated was so shocking. After a long time, Lin Yun's eyes were full of fear, but his spirit was surging, his divine light was shining, and he said firmly, "I must learn this sword technique!"