Chapter 1108

Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords, high-grade Holy Spirit-level martial arts, as the name suggests, there are a total of thirteen swords.

Different from other Holy Spirit martial arts, this sword technique can condense a Qingluan Holy Spirit every time a sword is cultivated to a perfect state. The strongest disciple of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect can sacrifice ten Holy Spirit Qingluan at the same time, reaching an unimaginable level.

But the drawbacks are equally obvious. Qingluan alone is not a complete Holy Spirit. If it fights with the opponent's Holy Spirit, it will collapse.

Only by cultivating this sword technique to a very high level, and applying multiple Qingluans to the level of pure fire, can the advantages of the Holy Spirit be brought into play.

Otherwise, when fighting with people, it is easy to be broken by each.

The bigger drawback of this sword technique is that no one can obtain a complete sword move, and most direct disciples can only obtain three or five swords, at most seven or eight swords.

Not everyone can master ten swords like Ye Ziling, and swept the opponent with ten green luans.

At the same time, when there are more Holy Spirits, the manipulation is quite complicated. If you don’t have a certain understanding, it is better to manipulate a Holy Spirit alone.

Therefore, in this Floating Cloud Sword Sect, even if someone has obtained the 13 Floating Cloud Swords, they still have to choose other Holy Spirit martial arts helplessly in the end.

The power of this swordsmanship can only be truly displayed by a few evildoers. Seven hundred years ago, the disciple of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect used the ten great Qingluan Holy Spirits to roam the ancient realm, and this sword technique left the legend of the invincible star in the Eastern Wasteland.

Especially when people know that the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds have never been fully cultivated, which makes this swordsmanship famous.

It is unimaginable how terrifying the truly complete Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds are.

Others don't know, Lin Yun is naturally clear, he not only got the complete thirteen swords of floating clouds. He also obtained the Floating Cloud Sword Art in an unprecedented way, so that this whole set of swordsmanship does not have any secrets.

The so-called Qingluan is not the Holy Spirit of the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds, to be precise, it is only a part of the Holy Spirit.

Only by mastering the Floating Cloud Sword Art can he transform Qingluan into the true Holy Spirit of this sword technique. Lin Yun was also quite shocked by these secrets.

After both the swordsmanship and swordsmanship had been comprehended at the same time, Lin Yun began to practice formally. Thirteen pictures appeared in his mind as he sat cross-legged.

There is a silhouette of a sword-wielding figure on each picture scroll. His thoughts moved slightly, and the people in the picture scroll came to life, constantly wielding various sword techniques.

It took two whole days, but Lin Yun did not move, but carefully observed these scrolls.

Two days later, Lin Yun took out the funeral flower and practiced on the open space, and started waving swords. The figures and movements imprinted in the mind, as well as other charms, are all displayed in various details.

One after another sword light, along with Lin Yun's arm, exudes a sharp sword light.

In the following time, he was immersed in cultivation, practicing swordsmanship during the day, and practicing the floating cloud sword art at night. The two complement each other and confirm each other, allowing him to progress rapidly and his strength soars.

On the day of Feiyun Palace, the swordsmanship was popular, and he could become a sword in seven steps, mainly because the swordsmanship grade was not high, and the attribute happened to be Fenglei.

He mastered the power of the Canglong sword, Fenglei's attainments far surpassed others, and he had the peak sword intent of reaching the sky and perfection, so that he could become a sword in seven steps.

And these Thirteen Floating Clouds Swords are mainly based on the artistic conception of clouds, and the incomplete swordsmanship has reached the top grade of the Holy Spirit.

Even so, it only took Lin Yun seven days to practice the Nine Swords.

The training he said was naturally not a small achievement, and every sword reached the state of perfection. Every sword can bring out the holy spirit of Qingluan, and when the nine swords are used together, they can bring out nine flying green dragons, shining in the sky.

At this speed, let alone the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, no one in the entire Cangxuan Mansion can match him.

At the same time, Lin Yun's Floating Cloud Sword Art also reached a certain level. The sword art and the sword technique are activated at the same time, and they are also the floating cloud sword technique. Ye Ziling's floating cloud nine swords are not much comparable to his.

Of course, this female cultivation base is too high, almost reaching the point of perfection at the pinnacle of the Star River Realm, so there is absolutely no need to compare swordsmanship with him.

Just relying on his cultivation base, he can easily crush Lin Yun, which is quite depressing to think about.

During the seven days of practicing the Floating Cloud Sword Art, Lin Yun digested one-tenth of the majestic aura swallowed by the Holy Sword Peak that day. The quality of the real essence in the sea of ​​​​qi has been tempered several times, and each sea of ​​​​qi is as stable as a secret realm.

At this rate, in less than a month, even if Lin Yun is unwilling, he will have to be promoted to the seventh level of Heavenly Soul.

Today is a sunny day.

Ting Feng lived on the bank of the river in the backyard, the river overflowed with spiritual energy and the turbulent flow was turbulent.

"The Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds, the first sword Floating Clouds Covers the Sun!"

"Second sword, the wind blows the clouds!"

"The third sword, the clouds move!"

"The fourth sword, the sky is high and the clouds are light!"

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"The eighth sword, swallowing clouds and turning into dragons!"

"The ninth sword, Qingyun goes straight up!"

Lin Yun, dressed in a blue shirt, held a burial foil sword, and moved around, wielding a continuous sword technique. There are clouds and mists around him and the sword light flickers. He looks like a lonely peak standing among the clouds and mists.

It is so close at hand, but it also gives people the illusion of standing on the top of the mountain, unable to look directly, only looking up.

He swung out nine swords in one breath, his eyes like electricity, piercing the void. Then jumped up violently, as if a lone peak of ten thousand feet broke free from the shackles between heaven and earth, and the whole sky became dark.

Boom!

Lightning streaks pierced through the void, and under the gloomy sky, the sword in his hand burst out with a world-destroying cold light, as if the heavens were ruthless.

Clang!

Lin Yun put the sword back into its sheath, his eyes flickered, and he whispered to himself: "So that's the case, if the Thirteenth Sword of the Floating Cloud is to be cultivated to the Transformation Realm, it must master the mystery of the 10,000-year-old meaning of the floating cloud. No matter how subtle it is, it will be trapped under the clouds."

He just practiced like this, and with the sword light flying, he stood like a solitary peak. The more he got to the end, the clearer and purer his heart became, and he imagined himself as the Holy Sword Mountain.

In the last sword, the blue cloud went straight up, and the sword's momentum had faintly seen the astonishing vision of a solitary peak rising and piercing the floating cloud.

Do you want to talk to Ye Ziling?

This woman should be the strongest disciple of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect. She has practiced at least nine of the 13 Floating Cloud Swords. If she can't understand this kind of mystery, she is afraid that she will never be able to bring out the essence of the Floating Cloud Sword Technique.

Although her temperament is a little unpleasant, her temperament is not bad, but she is a little colder.

But even if she has this idea, it's hard to say whether she will appreciate it. Thinking of this, Lin Yun smiled, and I'll talk about it later.

If she really has an idea, she should take the initiative to ask me.

"It's time to practice the flute."

Lin Yun put the sword back in its sheath and said softly.

For the past few days, he has been focusing on cultivating the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds, and has completely put down the practice of Xiaoyin. Right now, the Xiaoyu Sword is one of his biggest killers.

In the future, if he wants to practice the Dragon and Phoenix Sword of Destruction, he will not leave Xiao Yin's support.

At least one has to cultivate to the realm of using Xiao to control the sword, so that Xiaoyin can really control the sword and derive the artistic conception in the sword with Xiaoyin. As it is now, relying only on the flying purple kite, the method is still a bit too monotonous.

When encountering a formidable opponent, as long as it survives one round, if there is no other change in Xiaoyin, there is a high chance of being broken.

Lin Yun took out the purple jade bamboo flute, and left Tingfengju in an instant.

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There are one hundred and eight floating peaks around the Holy Sword Mountain of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, all of which are used to suppress the Holy Sword Mountain without exception.

Otherwise, with the terrifying sword intent contained in the Holy Sword Mountain itself, the entire sect can be razed to the ground in an instant.

On weekdays, these peaks are all forbidden areas, and even the elders cannot set foot on them.

Naturally, it was no problem for Lin Yun. He had the Tianzi number token given by the headmaster of Fuyun, and he could run wild in the sect.

Since he was practicing the flute, he naturally had to find a secluded place. The floating peak around the Holy Sword Mountain was the most suitable place.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun, who was shuttled in the clouds, swept his eyes and found a quiet mountain peak and landed on it.

Putting the Ziyu Shenzhuxiao to his lips, Lin Yun was just about to play it, but found that even Ziyuan Feiwu's score and fingering were extremely unfamiliar if he hadn't practiced for a few days.

Put the Yuxiao down, and after a little memory, put it on your lips and play again.

Woohoo!

The sound of the Xiao is like weeping and complaining, and it will gradually become better in a short time, under the powerful weapon of the Purple Jade God Bamboo Xiao. Lin Yun, a novice, can play the Xiao sound, which is also beautiful and moving, and it can barely be called half the sound of nature.

The ethereal sound of the Xiao sound echoed on the empty mountain top, and the vast snow fell with the sound of Xiao sound, which complemented the purple petals flying out of Lin Yun's body.

There is no need to pass the level this time, Lin Yun is relaxed, carefully savoring the fusion of Jianyi and Xiao Yin while playing.

As time passed, I gradually realized some mysteries, Xiaoyin itself is a kind of emotion. The way of rhythm is also an avenue, no worse than kendo, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior.

If he uses the flute to control the sword, practicing the flute is practicing the sword!

At the end of the song, Lin Yun's face paled and he was a little tired. This Xiaoyin Yujian was more exhausting than he imagined.

"Using Xiao to control the sword... In fact, it can be explained as using love to control the sword. This emotion can be my anger, the person I love, or my joy."

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and he realized a lot.

For the next three days, Lin Yun was immersed in Xiaoyin's practice, and he completely forgot the sword. Because his emotions are all integrated into the sound of the flute, and it changes with the ups and downs of the flute.

Obviously the sword has already been drawn, but this Ziyuan Feiwu has advanced several times, and the reversal of the Ziyuan sword formation has no obstacles in the slightest.

This time, Lin Yun also forgot about Ziyuan Feiwu. He had no music score, no fingering, and only what he thought in his heart.

A song is heartbroken, where can I find a soulmate in the end of the world!

He played this song for himself, and when the song ended, there were countless emotions lingering in his heart that could not be dissipated.

Lin Yun picked up the Purple Jade God Bamboo Flute and played it again. The sound of the flute was like weeping and complaining.

He thought of the death of Brother Xin Jue, and he thought of the heavy snow in the imperial capital, like a pear blossom in full bloom. Xinyan married the most hated enemy for him, and he was extremely sad that day.

With a song of pear blossoms, only roses are red in the snow!

This song was played for Senior Sister Xinyan, just like in the day of Daqin, who was happy and who was worried, who did not turn back when he drew his sword.

Xiao Yin started, this song Lin Yun played for Yue Weiwei, a red face smile, no memory of the past.

The sound of the flute is changing, Lin Yun played for Su Ziyao, a song of reincarnation, where will I meet you again.

In the end, he turned all his emotions into full of enthusiasm, showing unprecedented publicity and arrogance. This song he played for the sword in his hand, a song that chaotic the country, this sword was born extraordinary. Floating clouds are not my intention, 10,000 years at the click of a finger!