Chapter 705

Its fire will be extinguished, its heart will be lost!

But Lin Yun was still gambled, and without looking back, he performed the last form of the Seven Killing Fist.

The murderous aura that was as vast as an abyss condensed into a thick black mist, and Lin Yun stood in it at the moment when the fist was thrown. The boundless black fog suddenly wriggled as if it had come to life, and then the black fog wriggling all over the ground condensed and condensed behind Lin Yun.

The seven severely disabled swordsmen in purple armor had long been shattered and scarred. They roared, sword intent roared, each with a sword.

boom!

The seven Sword Intent stars hovering above his head suddenly rolled down and covered Lin Yun fiercely. The momentum was earth-shattering, and the dazzling and dazzling brilliance of the sky and the earth was dazzling, as if seven rounds of Hao Sun volleyed down into the sky.

Lin Yun staggered, blood dripping all over his body, staggering.

It seems that even if these seven sword intent stars do not fall, he will fall by himself. His fleshly body has already reached its limit under the wanton plundering of killing intent.

With his long hair dancing in the sky, Lin Yun gritted his teeth, trying not to let himself fall. His hands are constantly knotted, and the last style of the Seven Killing Fist is too amazing, and his understanding is amazing and can be called a monster.

But for the first time, it was still difficult to use the Seven Killing Fist. He could feel the killing intent concentrated behind him was extremely astonishing, reaching an unprecedented terrifying level.

Terrifying energy, even at its peak, is difficult to control.

"Have you reached the limit? But the limit is meant to be broken!"

Lin Yun roared wildly, and the black murderous aura that was originally majestic and vast behind him condensed into a little pitch black as ink. It was a touch of pure blackness, like a black hole, making people dare not stare.

boom!

But the seven Sword Intent stars didn't care so much.

Seven Killing Fist Seventh Form, kill without mercy, behead to extinction!

Lin Yun snorted coldly, the last form of this forbidden boxing technique was finally blasted out completely. The pitch black behind him changed, as if there was a hand of common people who used a sword as a pen and kept writing.

In the blink of an eye, an ancient killing word appeared behind Lin Yun.

When the killing word appeared, the coercion on Lin Yun's body soared, and in an instant, it was close to Heaven's Soul. Immediately, the world trembled, and the entire Taoist platform kept shaking, as if the coming day was coming.

Immediately afterwards, the gust of wind blew, and all living beings roared, and the word "kill" sounded.

kill! kill! ……kill!

Every time he shouted, the ancient killing characters behind Lin Yun became more condensed, with an extra touch of bright red. The seven stars that fell in front of them showed slight cracks, as if they were blocked by sound waves and could not be suppressed.

When he shouted the seventh sound, the seven stars completely exploded, Lin Yun clenched his fingers tightly, and punched out.

Bang!

It has completely turned into a blood-red killing word, roaring away, and shattering the seven sword-intent stars that exploded. After that, the castration continued, and he slammed into the seven severely injured purple-clothed swordsmen. In just a split second, the seven severely disabled purple-clothed swordsmen were shattered.

kill! kill! kill!

The lingering sound between heaven and earth lingered, Lin Yun thumped and fell to the ground. In his blood-red eyes, that little candle slowly extinguished. Countless killing intent suddenly entered Lin Yun's mind, constantly swallowing up his intelligence.

It won't be long before Lin Yun loses his heart and becomes a demon controlled by Slaughter.

Falling into the abyss forever.

This is the case with the so-called taboo boxing technique. Its power is against the sky, but once it loses its heart, the price is extremely heavy. Back then, the Tianfu Academy had many disciples, not to mention the seventh form.

Just by cultivating the hand posture, you will be forced to go crazy.

Lin Yun's ability to control the first four moves at will, is already extremely impressive, and can be called a peerless genius. But in this desperate situation, it is still a bit too much to rashly use the seventh move.

"The bright moon lasts forever, and the sword sect is immortal!"

But at this moment, a clear and loud voice suddenly sounded between the heavens and the earth, instantly shattering the lingering words of killing.

The surging killing intent in Lin Yun's mind suddenly stopped, and his thoughts suddenly became clear for a moment, and it was fleeting.

"roll!"

It was at this moment that Lin Yun's heart of Xiangjian reignited. The inaudible candle flame in the eyes blazes brightly, and in the blink of an eye, it is as dazzling as the moonlight.

boom!

The blood-red color in his eyes fell apart and gradually dissipated. The killing intent in his mind, under such a fierce sword intent, the ghosts and wolf howls that were beheaded suddenly faded like a tide.

"so close……"

Lin Yun regained his clarity, kicked his breath, and looked back. Just in front of the Taoist platform, the broken sword fragments were hanging in the air, and a black soul shadow shrouded it.

Just now, it was the other party who pulled him.

"Thank you senior for your help."

Lin Yun put his hands together and said thanks.

"After all, you saved yourself."

The black remnant didn't say much, he had a feeling, even if he didn't make a move. The opponent doesn't seem to fall down easily. This little guy's heart of Xiangjian is extremely tenacious, and he guarded his heart in just a moment.

Obviously, at the last moment when the candles burned out, they were desperately resisting.

The voice fell, and the essence of life left on the Taoist platform suddenly appeared. The vast number of light spots gathered around him, like a sea of ​​light, extremely warm.

Lin Yun was in it, his face immediately flushed, and the next moment his eyes showed ecstasy.

He didn't care to talk to the senior, he sat cross-legged and refined frantically. The reward of this ninth level test is really amazing. The previous eight levels are far less than the sum of it. He has a hunch that he will definitely take the opportunity to break through the bottleneck of the eleventh level of sword art.

Click!

In a few breaths, on the silvery ocean in the Zifu, the suspended purple iris opened another petal, reaching an astonishing ninety-seven petals.

With the operation of the sword art, silver lights and shadows spread out from Lin Yun, and after a while, a crystal clear purple iris flower filled the entire Taoist platform.

That vast purple iris, like a big formation, kept swallowing thousands of light spots in the air.

These light spots, every drop is an extremely pure life cultivation base, and ordinary people would not dare to such domineering refining. But for Lin Yun, he was thirsty. He was like a sponge, absorbing it crazily.

Ninety-eight, ninety-nine!

Just half an hour later, the purple iris in Lin Yun's body soared to ninety-nine petals. Just one petal can be promoted to the eleventh level.

Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, exuded a crystal clear jade light all over his body. He was like a sword embryo, which was constantly being polished, becoming brighter and whiter.

A terrifying aura was accumulating in him.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Lin Yun opened his eyes.

He burst into the air, and then bombarded the Taoist platform with a punch, bang, the Taoist platform exploded in an instant, and cracks spread out in a staggered manner, vaguely looking like a blooming purple iris flower.

Boom!

When the purple iris bloomed to a hundred petals, the entire Taoist platform burst into pieces, turning into countless fragments and falling into the void.

Lin Yun opened his hands and stepped back, landing on the eighth Taoist platform.

"The fierce battle before, only caused the Daotai to explode, and it quickly recovered. After this sword art was promoted to the eleventh level, all the hundred petals bloomed, but they were directly smashed to pieces. The punch that came out, bombarded Tianling Qixiu..."

A gleam of light flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and now that his Ziyuan Sword Art has been promoted to the eleventh level, it is enough to completely crush the existence of the perfect Yin-Yang realm in terms of true essence.

If you encounter that Thunder Flame again, you can kill the opponent within ten strokes without a single strike.

Sword Art is promoted to the eleventh level, and there should be enough real energy to reverse the Ziyuan Sword Art by nine laps.

The purple kite sword formation is peerless.

He was really looking forward to it, when the nine transformations returned to one, Feng Ming would be able to summon the Zibing Ying Que at the moment when Feng Ming was rising to the sun?

"It seems that you have gained a lot."

The voice of vicissitudes sounded, and the black remnant looked at Lin Yun and smiled faintly. He could feel that Lin Yun had a majestic sword in his body, and he should be cultivating some kind of shocking sword technique.

Even in the most glorious years of Jianzong, that sword technique would probably be in the top three, or even higher.

Between him, he could not see the origin of this sword art, it should be some kind of ancient sword art. Jianzong also collected ancient swordsmanship back then, but they were all fragments, and few of them were as complete as Lin Yun.

"Sorry, sorry."

Lin Yun listened to the voice, smiled awkwardly, and was so immersed in joy that he forgot the existence of his predecessors.

"It's okay, but I really have a headache right now, what reward should I give you."

The black remnant said helplessly.

"Any rewards?"

Lin Yun was shocked. Could it be that the essence of life after each level is not all rewards.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he smiled: "It's easy to say, senior is so powerful, it's enough to reward him with anything."

"I have been dead for many years, so there is no treasure. The rule here is that every time you pass a level, you can give a style of tyrant sword, but I see that the tyrant sword you have repaired has already been obtained. I want to come to you and me. Sword Sect, is also quite fate."

The remnant soul in black said softly, and the expression he looked at Lin Yun became much kinder.

If it weren't for the relationship of the other party, Lin Yun would not have been led all the way here.

"It's really a coincidence, I got the reward ahead of time."

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, then smiled indifferently. I have already gained a lot from this trip, and I am quite open to the remaining rewards.

"I want to ask my seniors for advice. My sword intent has reached a bottleneck. How can I break through?"

He looked calm and asked urgently.

He cares more about this matter than the reward, hoping to get an answer.

"Spiritual Sword Intent, at least Tiansoul can barely try to break through. Your cultivation base is too low, and there is really no shortcut. You can only comprehend it yourself. When you have accumulated enough, there may be a chance to master it before Tiansoul. ."

The black remnant was not surprised by Lin Yun's doubts and replied softly.

"Is it so rare?"

Lin Yun's expression was a little sad. He really didn't expect that even in the Heavenly Soul Realm, it would be so difficult to advance to the Spiritual Sword Intent.

At this moment, the figure of the black remnant soul gradually became hazy, and he said calmly: "This ray of remnant soul is about to disperse, I will send you away first."

"Thank you senior."

Lin Yun felt a little sad, clasped his hands together, bent down and said.

The remnant soul stretched out his hand, and a sword formation suddenly emerged from the top of the grotto, turning into a vortex and pulling Lin Yun into it.

When Lin Yun left, the remnant soul gradually weakened, but when it was about to dissipate completely, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He remembered how many years it was once in a year that someone could pass the nine tests. A rare encounter in a thousand years!