Chapter 1349

When the rose painting was taken out of the storage bag, Lin Yun became quite nervous.

He was uneasy in his heart, and his expression showed an extremely rare solemnity.

How strong is the Dust Light Sword Technique, Lin Yun still remembers freshly, where did the flowers start, and where did I come from.

A single thought will disperse all the dust and light, and illuminate the mountains and rivers!

How arrogant!

With this sword, Lin Yun directly crossed the border and killed three old men in the Yin-Yang Realm of Zifu.

There is no doubt that the Free and Easy Swordsmanship is bound to be stronger, even far surpassing the Thirteenth Sword of the Clouds.

But once he opened the picture scroll, Lin Yun didn't know what he would face.

The greater possibility is that there is a joy in the air, and the so-called free and easy swordsmanship cannot be seen at all.

Because Lin Yun has no confidence in his own spiritual pattern, he is not as confident as his own swordsmanship.

He became a Saint Profound Master, and the means he used were quite tricky. In Lin Yun's heart, he had to be down-to-earth, step by step, and fight steadily.

You must not take it too seriously, or you will suffer a big loss sooner or later.

"Let's take a look, otherwise, go to Jianzong and find a way to refine the spiritual pattern."

Lin Yun whispered to himself.

Although he was a Saint Profound Master with a lot of water, the benefits he could reap were truly surprising.

The five hundred miles of soul power alone is enough to make many people envious.

If you can go a step further in your spiritual pattern, even if you don't have the Rose Picture Scroll as a driving force, you can still improve your strength.

Lin Yun's mind moved slightly, the picture scroll in front of him unfolded leisurely, and the familiar white-spotted tiger jumped out.

To this day, facing the white-spotted tiger, Lin Yun still has pressing pressure.

He guessed that the white-spotted tiger might be a holy beast, or it might be a divine beast, otherwise Shen Yun would not be so scary.

God Xiao!

The purple mark on Lin Yun's eyebrows glowed, and deep in the brow bone, the golden sea of ​​swords boiled, and the divine sword intent was released.

His body glowed with golden sword light, and when the tiger was about to throw out, he withstood such pressure.

hiss!

The familiar picture reappeared, a white palm appeared in front of the tiger. The tiger's eyes were slightly closed, his expression was soft, and he sniffed the fragrance of the rose blooming in his palm.

The fragrance of flowers permeated, and Lin Yun, who was standing outside the painting, seemed to smell the fragrance of the rose.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The screen kept flickering, and the dust and light sword technique that he had seen before appeared in front of Lin Yun again.

After the demonstration of the Dust Light Sword Technique was completed, the scenery in the painting collapsed suddenly. The sun, moon, mountains and rivers, flowers and trees, clouds and clouds of heaven and earth turned into countless fragments, floating in front of Lin Yun, and a chill was slowly accumulating.

coming!

Lin Yun's heart tightened, and Shenxiao's Sword Intent was keenly aware of an extremely dangerous aura.

"sky!"

Just when Lin Yun was on guard and became alert, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Pfft!

Lin Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, and Shenxiao's sword intent was immediately dispersed, and the light on his body dimmed.

"land!"

Pfft!

Lin Yun spat out another mouthful of blood and took three steps back.

"The world is mysterious, the wind, fire, thunder and ice!"

After reading all the eight words, Lin Yun took a hundred steps back and fell to the ground on one knee, his face pale.

pain!

it hurts!

Lin Yun covered his head with a splitting headache, his face twisted, and he wanted to cry but couldn't make a sound.

Heaven and earth are wild, wind, fire, thunder and ice!

Yu Yin kept shaking in his mind, intruding into the Xuan Palace, shaking non-stop.

Lin Yun was in such pain that he wanted to cut his head open and catch the sound for him.

At this moment, Shenxiao Sword Intent, Canglong Holy Body, Sun Moon Divine Fist, Instant Prime Sword, all kinds of means are all useless, making people collapse to the extreme.

At a critical moment, the sacred symbol of life in Lin Yunxuan's palace saved him, and the golden crow sacred symbol seemed to come alive.

A stream of holy power came slowly.

A moment later, the voice that invaded the Profound Palace and tortured Lin Yun to the point of death was slowly dissipated by this spirit power.

Lin Yun woke up with a start, his eyes became full of energy again, and the blurred pictures in the four directions overlapped little by little, and then gradually became clear.

"I see!"

Lin Yun's eyes lit up and he quickly stood up.

He saw the original broken picture and re-bridled it, but the environment completely changed. Countless holy patterns are intertwined like ink and wash plates, merged into a new picture, and unfolded little by little.

"Xiaoyao Nine Swords, a total of nine swords, divided into Heavenly Swordsmanship, Earthly Characters Swordsmanship, Mysterious Characters Swordsmanship, Desolate Characters Swordsmanship...Ice Characters Swordsmanship."

Then a voice came out from the painting, ethereal and distant, containing the taste of nothingness.

Heaven and earth are wild, wind, fire, thunder and ice.

Lin Yun counted it silently in his heart. It was obviously eight characters, but he said that the Nine Swords of Free and Easy, what is the ninth character, and what is the ninth sword?

"How many strokes are there in the sky, thirty-six!"

But before I could think about it, on a barren plain in the picture, the Tsing Yi man Nandi held a sword and moved again.

"Tianyi!"

"Two days!"

"Tian San!"

"Tian Si!"

...

"The fifteenth day!"

He rises and falls, and he is seamless, seamless, and has an indescribable charm.

Between the shots, every sword of the man in Tsing Yi seemed to be picking up a pen and writing, one stroke at a time, and every sword contained great power.

"Thirty-six days!"

After the thirty-six swords were finished, the thirty-six sword lights branded in the void continued to overlap and accumulate frantically.

In an instant, the sky and the earth lost their color, and the sun and moon had no light.

An ancient celestial word appeared behind the man in Tsing Yi, and when the word fell, everything in the world seemed to surrender to it.

Lin Yun was stunned and shocked. He had never imagined that swordsmanship could be like this in the world.

"How many strokes are there on the ground..."

Immediately after that, the man in Tsing Yi in the picture moved faster and faster, to the point where Lin Yun couldn't see it clearly even with the blessing of the divine sword.

Lin Yun couldn't see clearly, he couldn't see anything clearly, and everything in his eyes was blurry.

Even the sound coming from the painting is intermittent and ethereal.

It can only be seen vaguely that after the eight characters of Feng Huo Lei Bing and Feng Huo Lei Bing all appeared that day, the artistic conception of the two characters was driven to the extreme by the man in Tsing Yi.

If there is divine help, if there is divine power, every sword will tear the void into tatters. The sword light crisscrossed, the eight ancient characters shook the sky and the dry land, the sun and the moon were reversed, the universe was reversed, the space was distorted, and it was torn apart.

Eight characters, each of which contains a kind of relaxed mood, each mood is grand and mighty, but it is also light.

Is this the Happy Eight Swords?

Lin Yun whispered to himself, his eyes full of admiration, this kind of swordsmanship is really amazing.

No, this swordsmanship seems to be the Nine Swords of the Free and Easy!

Lin Yun remembered very clearly that the first thing he heard was Xiaoyao Jiujian, and there should be another sword.

Just when Lin Yun was in shock, an endlessly sad voice suddenly came from the rose painting scroll, and an angry shout ripped apart the sky.

Thousands of visions are scattered.

"There is nothing in this world, and it is difficult to be free!"

Lin Yun's complexion changed slightly, and this sudden change caught him by surprise.

Moreover, the swordsmanship gathered on the screen became more and more terrifying, which made him terrified.

Whoa!

Rose's picture scroll rolled up instantly, flashed, and landed in his hands.

"so close."

Lin Yun exhaled lightly, only feeling that his scalp was numb, if the last strike was to be used.

I feel that Nandi's artistic conception in the painting, just with this sword, is enough to kill him directly outside the painting.

The first eight words, clearly written in romance, pushed the artistic conception contained in the word "happy and happy" to an unimaginable limit.

What is free and easy, all between these eight-character swordsmanship.

But the last sword is actually broken and happy, endless sadness, endless sadness, endless darkness, making people depressed and unbearable.

"There is nothing in this world, and it is difficult to be free again."

Lin Yun muttered to himself, and after reading it a few times, he seemed to understand something.

At the same time, he also knew why he felt that this picture scroll would be dangerous when it was opened. The intuition from Sword Intent is not wrong. If it wasn't for Xuangong's life-like sacred pattern, he might have died by rashly opening the scroll this time.

Fortunately, there was no impulsiveness at the beginning, and it was a bit of luck.

Lin Yun put away the scroll, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath while digesting the information he had just learned.

Happy Nine Swords, or Nine Swords, is actually far more than just Nine Swords.

There are as many as thirty-six swords in just one Heavenly Word Sword Art, each of which is surprisingly powerful, and each has a different artistic conception.

But they are all related to the sky, related to the free and easy, free to the sky, free to the sword, free to people.

It's a little pity that Lin Yun's current Spirit Rune attainment is still too poor, and the Nine Swords of the Free and Easy is not complete.

"Come step by step, first practice the Heavenly Character Sword Art."

After Lin Yun opened his eyes, he looked much better, and he had a decision in his heart.

Lin Yun recalled what he saw in the painting, and at the same time, he rotated the Xingyuan, and in accordance with the obtained sword technique, the Xingyuan was urged to circulate in the meridians.

Seeing that the man in Tsing Yi displayed his ease and ease, it was only when Lin Yun practiced himself that he realized that there were many difficulties.

It's just the Heavenly Word Sword Art, and its artistic conception is like a sea of ​​smoke. When you step into it, you always get nowhere, and you can't really get started.

It took Lin Yun seven full days to reluctantly cultivate this Heavenly Character Sword Technique to the realm of small success.

Thirty-six swords have learned eighteen swords, but there is still a long way to go before writing a word of heaven.

But Lin Yun's mood was unprecedentedly excited.

After he mastered Shenxiao Sword Intent, ordinary Holy Spirit-level swordsmanship can be read almost once.

If it is a little more subtle and complicated, it may take half a cup of tea to comprehend with eyes closed, and all the essentials are mastered.

However, the Nine Swords of Unfettered Ease are so extraordinary that even Shenxiao Sword Intent cannot be fully understood.

After another seven days, Lin Yun practiced the Sword of Heaven to the twenty-third sword, and was forced to stop.

Xiao Bingfeng rode a blood dragon horse and appeared majestic.

"Lin Yun, it's time to get the Supreme Divine Rune."

Xiao Bingfeng frowned and said angrily, "Aren't you stupid enough to practice swordsmanship that you even forgot what you promised this emperor."

Lin Yun put away the burial foil sword and smiled, the better he and Jian Jingtian were before.

The other party will open the ban on the Holy Sword Peak today, but the practice of this Heavenly Word Sword Art is too engrossing, and I really forgot about it.

Lin Yun changed the subject and said, "You came just in time, I just wanted to ask you something."

"What's the matter?"

Xiao Bingfeng's expression was calm, and she was not very interested. She was only interested in the Supreme Divine Mark now.

"How to deal with Qin Cang's golden keel?"

Lin Yun dug out the opponent's keel, but how to use it was a big problem.

This thing definitely can't be given away, no one dares to use it, once Qin Cang finds out, it will be a huge trouble.

However, he couldn't use it himself. If other keels were fine, the attributes of this keel and Canglong Treasure Bone were too different.

And it contains Qin Cang's breath, which is difficult to digest completely, and it is definitely not compatible with Lin Yun's Canglong Holy Body.

"Hey, why don't you give it to Xiao Hei, it is still growing. You are not good at cooking, you just cooked a pot of golden keel soup! The holy medicine you gave to this emperor is not yet used, it just happened to be cooked in one pot, It must be delicious!"

The more Xiao Bingfeng spoke, the more excited she became, her eyes lit up.

The corner of Lin Yun's mouth twitched. If Qin Cang knew about this, he would not be able to die of anger.