Chapter 810

For a martial artist, three days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was too late to even retreat.

The same is true for Lin Yun, he can only digest the gains from the battle with Nangong Wanyu, so that his kendo perception will improve a lot.

The strength of the Frost Sword Intent left a deep impression on Lin Yun. If he could also comprehend a certain martial arts will, there is no doubt that the Spiritual Sword Intent would become stronger.

Ziyuan Sword Art belongs to ice, and Canglong Nine Transformations belong to thunder. He has great accomplishments in both ice and thunder.

However, it is indeed a little unrealistic to want to comprehend the two to the level of Martial Dao will in a short period of time. Not to mention the fusion of these two with the psychic sword intent, not to mention whether it can be done, the time is definitely too late.

"Perhaps, we can change our minds."

Lin Yun was thoughtful, and a picture of Nangong Wanyu bringing the Frost Sword Intent to the limit appeared in his mind.

That sword power is equal to the heavenly soul!

Even some powerhouses who have just been promoted to Heavenly Soul will be suppressed and beaten, which is quite an exaggerated performance.

You must know that there is an insurmountable gulf between the celestial soul and the half-step celestial soul. Of course, the premise is that the backgrounds of the two are almost the same. Like some loose cultivators or the strong celestial souls of the Daqin Empire, they are not enough to see in front of these half-step celestial souls.

There is no other reason, the level of the cultivation technique is not enough, and when he is promoted, he does not refine too many heaven and earth treasures. In short, the foundation is not enough.

The simplest analogy, two identical pagodas, one made of wood and the other made of metal, the former is definitely not comparable to the latter.

And Nangong Wanyu's Frigid Sword Intent was enough to make the Heavenly Soul powerhouses of the overlord-level forces bow their heads for it.

Lin Yun thought about it carefully, and wanted to face the three little kings, there was a problem that could not be ignored.

It is whether any of these three people have been promoted to Heavenly Soul, which is almost impossible in the eyes of outsiders. But in the most prosperous feast of dragons in thousands of years, everything is possible, and it is also a very realistic problem.

"If you are promoted to Celestial Soul, even if you are just entering Celestial Soul for the first time, you will still have the advantage of crushing."

Lin Yun pinched his chin, his expression slightly solemn.

Nangong Wanyu's Frigid Sword Intent is one of the ways to deal with it, but for me it can only be used as a reference, the most important thing is to go your own way.

Flowing Wind Sword Technique, Thunder Sound Sword Technique, Thunder Flame Sword Technique, Shuiyue Sword Technique, Dragon Tiger Fist, Seven Killing Fist, Gale Force, Finger Divine Sword, Canglong Combat Form, Dust Light Sword Technique, Dominant Sword...

Lin Yun closed his eyes, and countless images flashed in his mind, all of which were martial arts he has practiced so far, including secret techniques, boxing techniques, swordsmanship, and fighting styles. What is his own path? ?

Canglong!

After a while, Lin Yun opened his eyes, and an explosion of lightning flashed in his mind.

Canglong Jianwei!

Whether it is Frost Sword Intent, Thunder Sword Intent, or other methods, it is too late, but Canglong Jianwei is different.

In the secret realm in the Tianling Mountains, when he first played against Tianling Qixiu, he had already tried Canglong Jianwei.

It's just still at a rather rough stage, simply combining the two, and after the Innate Sword Intent was promoted to the Spiritual Sword Intent, there was no further comprehension.

Now that I have picked it up again, coupled with my kendo insights in the recent period, it can be said that there is no obstacle.

After all, this Canglong Jianwei has its own foundation, and it is different from any other swordsmanship. It only belongs to his own Canglong Jianwei.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun's eyes flashed brightly, and the expression on his face became more and more excited.

He put the sword box on his back on the ground, and compared it to walking around in the martial arts field, many images appeared in his mind.

There are Li Mubai's Mountains and Rivers Sword Intent, Nangong Wanyu's Frost Sword Intent, Bai Lixuan's Thunder Sword Intent, and many other pictures of dragon feast masters.

thump! thump!

Lin Yun's heart was thumping, it kept beating wildly, and the blood all over his body was very excited. A strong impulse and excitement filled the body, the feeling was indescribably wonderful.

Right, that is it.

The aura exploded in his mind, and all kinds of ideas were continuously opened up, and the thoughts about Canglong Jianwei gradually became clear.

When this impulse inflated to the extreme, a light flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, the clouds and mist dispersed in the depths of those eyes, and it seemed that a blue dragon accompanied the sword for nine days.

Clang!

The sword box erected on the edge of the martial arts field burst open, the funeral flower was unsheathed, and Lin Yun stretched out his hand and held it tightly.

Ka Ka Ka!

For a time, the sword light flickered in the martial arts field, and the dragon roared. The wriggling purple electric dragon pattern on the surface of its body, accompanied by the waving sword light, swam out of the body surface one by one, and danced with the sword light.

boom!

It didn't take long for the swimming purple electric dragon pattern to merge with Lin Yun's sword intent, and it became invisible like water.

It seems that the sound waves are not obvious, but the power of the blue dragon is everywhere, and the sword light must have dragons roaring everywhere, giving people a powerful and incomparable sense of oppression.

The fusion in the past was too simple, as long as it was smashed, the might of the blue dragon and the might of the sword would be dispersed immediately. It was like two different liquids, which were forcibly packed together in a cup, and when they were broken and flowed on the ground, they immediately dispersed.

"The real fusion that I want to do, even if the body is broken into pieces, it cannot be separated."

Lin Yun paused for a moment, and the burial flower in his hand swung out another sword.

This sword did not flicker with the sword light, but the invisible dragon roar exploded in the air, and the sword sound was like a dragon.

Yep, that's it.

The corners of Lin Yun's mouth twitched into a smile, and his handsome and handsome face seemed to shine with boundless grace at this moment. This is the joy of a swordsman from the bottom of his heart after a new breakthrough.

Three days passed in a flash.

For most people, they can only digest their daily income a little, and even barely recover from their injuries.

But for Lin Yun, these three days have been maddening and rapid progress. Every day, Canglong Jianwei is improving rapidly.

boom!

In the martial arts field, Lin Yun exerted the Canglong sword power to the extreme. He could only hear the roar of the dragon, and the terrifying sword power permeated every corner of the martial arts field.

Behind Lin Yun's boundless sword intent, a huge blue dragon entrenched, reaching a height of hundreds of meters, towering like a mountain, and his eyes glowed with terrifying divine light.

It seems that it is no different from the visions of those evildoers' ultimate ultimate moves, but if you look closely, you will find out with great horror. Those blue dragon phantoms seem to even exist, and every scale of it is flashing with fierce thunder.

The wind is howling, the thunder is roaring, this is the power of wind and thunder of Canglong.

In the terrifying momentum of the wind and thunder, it seemed that a terrifying sword was erected in the center of the entrenched Canglong.

This is a sharp blade condensed by the psychic sword intent. Under the light of this sword light, the phantom of the blue dragon seems to exist.

The sword intent on Luolongpo could be immortal three years ago, Lin Yun couldn't do it so exaggeratedly, but he could barely achieve immortality in three days.

In other words, even if Lin Yun left now, the Canglong Jianwei behind him could remain immortal for three days.

But it's not necessary.

Lin Yun put the sword back into its sheath, his mind moved slightly, and the blue dragon gradually disappeared like mist. Ka Ka Ka, at the same time, one after another purple electric dragon pattern turned into light and escaped into Lin Yun's body.

"It's just the beginning of fusion, and the real dragon and sword integration has not yet been achieved. When the dragon and sword are unified, the Canglong Jianwei will become."

Lin Yun's eyes flickered and he whispered to himself.

Three days to reach this step is very impressive, but he still has a clear understanding, everything is just the beginning.

When the dragon and the sword are unified, the Canglong and the psychic sword will not be with each other, the sword can be a dragon, and the dragon can be a sword.

Even his every move, without the sword unsheathed, can trigger the mighty sword of the Canglong, and all obstacles can be knocked out with one punch!

After taking a shower at will, bathed in the brilliance of the morning, Lin Yun, Hufa Mei and others converged.

"what?"

When Hufa Mei and the others saw Lin Yun, meaning flashed in their eyes, and it seemed that Lin Yun had not seen for three days, and it seemed that there was a big change.

The appearance is still the same, the elegance is introverted, the gentleness is like jade, the handsome and handsome, but there are great changes in the gestures.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, several people thought it was a dragon roaring, walking towards them and others. The depths of the soul are trembling, and the horror is a little scary.

This is Canglong Jianwei just rehearsing, Lin Yun has not yet reached the realm of freedom of retraction and release, and he will master it later.

Unless the opponent's cultivation base is extremely high, it is difficult to see such a vision.

"Lin Yun, it seems that you have achieved a lot in these three days."

Hufa Mei narrowed his eyes slightly, stroked his beard with a meaningful smile, and said that he is a strong celestial soul, and after all, he is better than others.

"A little gain."

Lin Yun didn't hide it, and answered truthfully. Feng Ye was a little scared, and smiled helplessly: "Lin Yun, you are too modest, this is more than just a little bit, I was so scared that my legs were weak. The breath on your body is moving, and it is very terrifying. The dragon's shadow, I feel like it's going to eat me, especially the dragon's eyes,

Glowing sword light! "

Is it so exaggerated?

Lin Yun glanced away, Si Xueyi, Shui Yue and others nodded quickly, proving that what Feng Ye said was true.

Lin Yun frowned slightly, this is not a good thing.

He has just realized the might of Canglong Jianwei, and there are still many flaws. If the Three Little Kings or other evildoers find out in advance, it will be not good to have precautions.

Protector Mei seemed to see what Lin Yun was thinking, stretched out his hand and waved, and two elders came over with the sword box in their arms.

When the sword box was opened, a sword filled with ancient atmosphere was hidden in its sheath and placed quietly.

"With lightsaber!"

Lin Yun recognized it at a glance, it was the Han lightsaber, the saber used by the founder of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion back then.

He was too impressed with this sword. Back then, when the Great Qin Empire was full of snow and snow, he drew the sword to save Senior Sister Xinyan and did not look back. At the most critical juncture, Protector Mei held a lightsaber to help him clear the siege.

This sword does not talk about its own quality, but just the three words of the sword have no name, there are too many legends and glory.

This is a sword of glory!

"Come on, hold it."

Hufa Mei pushed the sword box to the front, signaling Lin Yun to hold the sword in his hand.

"This is not good." Lin Yun hesitated, this is the sword left by the patriarch, and only the pavilion master and the pavilion master's descendants are qualified to touch it.