Chapter 1164

Kuxuan Island, Kuxuan Great Sage, Kuxuan Secret Key.

Lin Yun looked at the burial foil in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, Kuxuan Island really had to go.

The rose picture scroll and the burial foil sword in my hand are definitely treasures of the Nandi Tomb. As for whether the rose picture scroll is a life and death catalogue that contains the gate of hell.

Still a little unsure, do you want to open it and take a look?

Lin Yun's mind moved slightly, and he took out the Rose painting scroll again, his eyes locked on it, hesitating.

He has a strong curiosity in his heart, and if he wants to take a closer look, it is best to find out the evil ghosts in hell that Elder Hong has seen.

But thinking of Elder Hong's exhortation in the letter, he didn't dare to act rashly. He had obviously seen this painting countless times.

It is really the ignorant who are fearless. After knowing the truth, they are fearful.

Would you like to see the emperor?

Lin Yun swept the courtyard, but did not see Xiao Bingfeng and Xiao Thief Cat, and there was no one at the critical moment.

Forget it, even if I knew that the Rose Picture Scroll was a catalog of life and death, I couldn't use it with my strength.

Besides, what is the use of this life and death catalogue, I am also at a loss.

dont see!

Lin Yun made up his mind, cut off all the curiosity in his heart, and then put the rose painting away solemnly.

At least before entering Kuxuan Island, he didn't look at this rose picture scroll, as if nothing happened.

hiss!

Lin Yun took a deep breath, and it took a long time to calm down his emotions, and he said in deep thought: "It's better to practice the last three swords of Fuyun's thirteen swords. If I don't practice it to the realm of transformation, even if I am the top of the seven flowers, I will eventually have fewer trump cards in my hand. some."

Eleven swords, blue stars.

Twelve swords, green mountains outside the clouds.

Thirteen swords, in the sky!

The last three swords, Lin Yun, had already cultivated to the realm of great achievement, and they used each of them to exert their own terrifying power.

Without exception, they all possessed the power of Holy Spirit-level martial arts, which was comparable to or even surpassed the first punch of Sun Moon Divine Fist.

Others may be satisfied, but Lin Yun obviously won't, in his opinion at least he needs to be at the peak of perfection.

If you want to have a 100% certainty in the Cangxuan Palace Ranking Tournament, you must cultivate to the Transformation Realm. If you cultivate these three swords to the Transformation Realm, then the entire thirteen swords of the floating clouds will all reach the Transformation Realm.

Unlike other swordsmanship, the floating cloud swordsmanship is special.

Each sword can give birth to a green luan, the green luan is comparable to the Holy Spirit, and the thirteen swords are thirteen green luans.

The biggest feature of the floating cloud swordsmanship is that it can manipulate a large number of Holy Spirits, both advantages and disadvantages.

Needless to say, the more Qingluan, the stronger the sword power, and the lethality it can cause far exceeds that of the Holy Spirit Martial Arts of the same grade.

The drawbacks are also very obvious. The number of Qingluan is large, and the consumption of blood energy will be a lot of the opponent's. At least manipulation, it is inevitable to be in a hurry. Three or four Qingluans are good. After the number reaches ten, if you are not careful, all the flaws will appear.

If you haven't hurt your opponent, you may be caught by your opponent, and one hit will kill you.

But to Lin Yun, this is obviously not a big drawback. Not only does he master the Floating Cloud Sword Art, but the Light-penetrating Heaven Sword Intent is enough to easily manipulate more than ten Qingluan.

His seven flowers gather on the top, his background far exceeds that of his peers, and the consumption of blood energy is also considered too big of a problem.

In addition, Lin Yun is quite clear that the Holy Spirit of the Thirteenth Sword of Fuyun has never been a Qingluan. Only by cultivating the Floating Cloud Sword Art to the realm of great perfection, and the perfect fusion of the sword art and the sword technique, can the true Holy Spirit of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Cloud be displayed.

For the next time, Lin Yun put the matter of the Southern Emperor aside for the time being.

All the energy was spent on how to cultivate the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds, as a trump card for participating in the Cangxuan Palace Ranking Tournament.

In the blink of an eye, eleven days have passed.

In Ting Fengju's martial arts field, ten green luans surrounded the sky above Lin Yun's head. Lin Yun, surrounded by Qingluan, sat at the very center, and his own sword power was as magnificent as a mountain.

The fusion of the two different swords made the huge martial arts field seem extremely small.

"Blue Stars!"

Lin Yun took a deep breath, his eyes flashed, and he rose into the air, slashing out with a sword.

Boom!

The sword on his body is as thick as a mountain, and the moment his footsteps are in the air, it seems like a mountain of gods rises from the ground. The entire martial arts field shook violently, and the air was squeezed out by this sword force, forming countless blades and gusts of wind whistling in all directions.

call out!

When the blue stars were fully unfolded, another Qingluan flew out of Lin Yun's body.

At the moment when the eleven Qingluans circled the sky, a gap was opened in the sky, and a boundless starry sky appeared above Lin Yun's head. In the starry sky, there was an unimaginably huge figure, holding a sword, as if it flew down from nine days away.

Bang!

When the figure in the starry sky overlapped with Lin Yun, a dazzling sword light slashed out.

Ka Ka Ka!

Under this sword, the void blasted the cracks, and the endless starlight flew down behind him like a waterfall.

Whoosh!

At the same time, eleven Qingluan kept circling behind him, causing the sharpness in this sword light to skyrocket.

When the sword light was about to fall, the ground was immediately cut open, and a bottomless gap appeared.

The spiritual formation blessed in the martial arts field shattered, and violent explosions kept ringing. In the dust, countless formations shattered, emitting colorful rays of light, and the world was plunged into unprecedented chaos.

"The Green Mountains Beyond the Clouds!"

Lin Yunren was in the air, turned around, and stood up.

The boundless sea of ​​clouds spread out behind him, a vast expanse of white, endless.

Has the cloud appeared? Where is Qingshan?

I am Qingshan!

This sword should have used its own sword power to evolve a green mountain above the floating clouds, so that the artistic conception in it can be completed. But since Lin Yun was going for the transformation, he must have his own understanding and ideas.

When the floating clouds turned into a sea, the sword on Lin Yun's body became extremely heavy, and the sword in his hand was even heavier than Qingshan.

boom!

Under such a strange gravity, the space around him distorted instantly, the boundless sea of ​​clouds was immediately sucked up, and the twelve green luans were swallowed in.

When Lin Yun stabbed with a sword, a terrifying white vortex appeared, and even the space seemed to be swallowed up.

This sword can both attack and defend.

After cutting out two swords in a row, the sword power on Lin Yun's body climbed to an unprecedented peak.

At this moment, he seemed to be the majestic and majestic Sacred Sword Peak, as high as the sky, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it was already an untouchable existence. Standing on the top of the mountain, there is an endless edge, with the sword intent looking in all directions.

I have a sword, above the clouds, higher than the sky!

The last sword of the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds is in the sky.

The dazzling sword light shone on this piece of heaven and earth, the avenue bell rang again, and the terrifying sword force rushed into the sky. This sword directly shattered the sky on the first floor.

Click!

As night fell, a galaxy of stars slowly unfolded, and the four stars of Canglong, Baihu, Xuanwu, and Suzaku were faintly visible.

Lin Yun stood in the air, as if standing on the top of a mountain, with endless starlight falling on him.

"It's finally done."

Lin Yun let out a long sigh of relief, and a tired look flashed in his eyes.

This sword did not have such a magnificent vision at first, but Lin Yun realized that when he saw Xingling Mountain smashing the four-layered heaven that day.

Based on the entire Floating Cloud Sword Sect, Xingling Mountain shattered the four layers of the sky, allowing the night to cover the sky and the stars to fall.

Naturally, Lin Yun could not be compared with the entire sect, but if he borrowed the sword power of the Thirteen Swords of Fuyun, he could reach a position comparable to that of the Holy Sword Mountain.

It may not be impossible to try, and there have been several failures, but today I finally succeeded.

call!

Lin Yunlu sat cross-legged on the tattered ground, and the thirteen green luans around him did not disperse. Qingluan uttered a cry, and circled around Lin Yun, forming a circle of water-blue enchantment.

The enchantment is like the field of kendo, and contains an unimaginable sword edge, which can easily tear apart the stars of the star realm.

Not in a hurry to disperse Qingluan, Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, put the burial foil aside, his eyes sparkling.

Next is the real highlight, the real Holy Spirit of the Thirteenth Sword of Floating Clouds, and it is time to appear in the world.

Putting both hands on the left and right knees, with different sword prints condensed, Lin Yun urged the Floating Cloud Sword Art. Accompanied by the urging of the sword art, the Qingluan floating around seems to be his arm, as if the arm is instructing, and it can be manipulated at will.

"Congeal!"

Lin Yun's hands that were spread out to the left and right slammed together, and his fingers changed at an unimaginable speed.

The sword light flickered between his fingers, making the world flicker and darken, and the passage of time seemed to be extremely fast at this moment. Strong winds, lightning and thunder, the whole Tingfengju is as terrifying as the end of the world.

Among the disciples in the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, many people saw such a vision, and they looked shocked and turned their heads to look at it.

"What is this kid doing?"

Headmaster Fuyun in the main hall of the sect, with his eyes slightly narrowed, looked at Ting Fengju with a look of doubt on his face.

Floating clouds are not my intention, ten thousand years with a flick of a finger.

The vicissitudes of life, the vicissitudes of life.

Ting Feng lived inside, where Lin Yun was located, as if 10,000 years had passed.

"The Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

The sword seal in Lin Yun's hand was impressively formed, and the thirteen green luans were perfectly fused, turning into a long sword that shone with blue light and was filled with purple thunder.

Whoa!

Under the light of the sword, all the stones, dust, metal, grass and trees on the ground melted.

In an instant, this place turned into a barren ruin, without any vitality.

The green light giant sword, like the king of swords, it trembled, and the countless long swords of the entire Floating Cloud Sword Sect turned into a frightening distance.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Tens of thousands of long swords fell on the melting ground, no matter how sharp and shining the sword, the moment it fell, it was immediately eclipsed and rusted.

A strange sword mound appeared in the middle of Tingfengju, and the azure long sword seemed to devour all the sharpness of the sword light.

when!

Seeing that the sword intent seemed to be unstoppable, the headmaster Fuyun in the main hall of the sect, flicked his fingers, and there was a sound like a twilight drum and a morning bell in the void.

rock!

Many long swords that flew halfway landed one after another, making the owner of the saber heave a sigh of relief.

"The giant shadow of green light, the king of swords..."

Lin Yun turned around and looked, his eyes fixed on the cyan giant sword, and his eyes were full of surprise.

The real sword spirit of the Thirteenth Sword of Floating Clouds was somewhat beyond his expectations. It was not only powerful but also extremely strange. Those flying long swords were not only deterred by its majesty, but their edge was swallowed up by it.