Chapter 1553

Mu Xuankong looked at Lin Yun, and his expression changed slightly.

"You are really capable of tossing, a Xuanwu holy blood can make so many troubles, and even the four black star new stars have killed you..." Mu Xuankong said indifferently.

Lin Yun smiled embarrassingly, and he couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a derogation.

"This is really a coincidence. I didn't know before I went, there would be so much trouble..."

"Knowing so much trouble? Have to go hard?"

Mu Xuankong glared at him and said lightly.

Lin Yun scratched his head, not daring to look at Mu Xuankong, he was indeed a little bold before.

Xiao Bingfeng had already reminded him that he was "betrayed" by the Heavenly Profound Turtle halfway through and almost capsized in the sewer.

"You kid..."

After all, Mu Xuankong couldn't bear to blame Lin Yun, he couldn't help laughing, a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.

After a long while, he said, "Jianyi has been promoted?"

"Well, Jianyi has been promoted."

Lin Yun's eyes flashed a hot color, and said in a deep voice.

"If your master knows, he should be very happy!"

Mu Xuankong said with a smile: "Before, when my master and I watched your attack on the fifth-grade sword intent, we realized that there was only one breath left. It was said that it was only one breath away, but in fact many people are stuck at this step. One card is decades, or even hundreds of years!"

Lin Yun nodded and agreed.

After crossing the hurdle of Sword Intent in the Sky Vault, the understanding of kendo attainments is almost completely different from before.

Who would have thought that people can control swords, and swords can control people?

This is the true unity of man and sword, and the truth of the period cannot be explained clearly, only after you really master it can you understand it.

"By the way, you did a beautiful job this time. No matter what, the four new stars on the black list died because of you. Especially Jiang Tong, since he was expelled from Xuantian Sect, he has been targeting my Sword Sect. Use this to make meritorious deeds and return to the sect.”

Mu Xuankong laughed.

"I don't care about killing people from other sects, and killing my sword sect disciple, I definitely won't care."

Lin Yun smiled casually.

"There are still about two months left, and the ancient battlefield is about to open. During these times, don't run around and stay at Shenxiao Peak."

"Um."

Lin Yun nodded.

This time, his strength has skyrocketed a lot. He really needs to digest it well. He can try the ninth sword of Supreme Dragon Fist and Xiaoyao Nine Swords.

"Tianqiong Jianyi remember to keep it secret first, don't tell anyone!"

Mu Xuankong solemnly reminded.

"The disciple knows."

Lin Yun bowed and retired.

As Lin Yun walked, Mu Chuan, who had left before, appeared in the sect hall.

"This kid actually made a breakthrough!"

There was excitement in Mu Chuan's eyes, and then he sighed: "No wonder I felt a little pressure on him. He was faster than Junior Brother Jian back then. In him, I really saw hope for the revival of the sect."

"Too soon is not necessarily a good thing."

Mu Xuankong shook his head, and there was a hint of worry on his face.

"Tianxuanzi?"

Mu Chuan's face was gloomy and he said a name.

Mu Xuankong's face also sank. Tian Xuanzi looked weak on the outside, but in fact he was decisive in killing, with deep scheming and shrewdness.

Once he is stared at, there is no good end.

Twenty years ago, the golden generation of Sword Sect was almost wiped out, and Jian Jingtian, who had the hope of revitalizing the sect, was unable to set foot in the Floating Cloud Sword Sect for the rest of his life under the design of the other party.

Obviously everything was designed by him, but in the end, Jianzong was forced to bow his head to this person.

That kind of grievance, even if another hundred years passed, Mu Xuankong would not be able to let go.

"If he dares to use the same method to deal with Lin Yun, this old man will lose his life, and he will fight to the death with him. The tragedy of 20 years ago will never happen to Lin Yun!"

Mu Xuankong said coldly, with a strong obsession in his eyes.

Twenty years ago he chose to back down, and twenty years later, he will never back down.

"Didn't you tell him about the master's decision to try to attack death?" Mu Chuan suddenly smelled.

"Uncle Shi is in a hurry... I don't want to distract him, it's better not to talk about it."

"No hurry, no way, Tian Xuanzi has endured for so long, no one can predict whether he will attack this ancient battlefield."

"Let's act according to chance, I don't care about the struggle between the juniors, if he dares to turn his face, I will definitely accompany him to the end!"

...

After returning to Shenxiao Feiyun Peak, Lin Yun completely quieted down.

On weekdays, you can play flute and calligraphy, and then go to observe the ancient monument of Shenlong, or practice Supreme Dragon Fist, or observe other martial arts.

The flute is to practice the Tianlong song, and the calligraphy is to deduce the ninth sword of the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao.

He has an intuition that there must be a ninth sword in the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao!

Even Shizun has mastered it. When Shizun used the pen as a painting to teach him the wind, rain, thunder and ice, the last word was almost written.

But because of scruples, he didn't write it out in the end, and Lin Yun felt that he could try it.

As time passed, the atmosphere of the entire Sword Sect became more and more tense, and the top and bottom became extraordinarily hard, as if facing the enemy, did not dare to have any slack.

In particular, the disciples of the dragon veins of each peak have tried their best to cultivate.

Even if you can only improve your own strength by one point, you must try hard and never give up any opportunity.

The advent of the ancient battlefield made everyone feel a lot of pressure.

no way!

In the past ancient battlefields, Jianzong lost too much. The strength of Jianzong has declined over the years because there is nothing to gain in the ancient battlefield.

Especially 20 years ago, Jian Jingtian led the golden generation of Jianzong, ready to fight but was directly destroyed.

On the contrary, Xuan Tianzong relied on the benefits gained from the ancient battlefield, coupled with the existence of Tianxuanzi, the underlying strength has skyrocketed.

Over the years, there has been a tendency to overwhelm Jianzong!

Jianzong couldn't breathe up and down, and even Yaoguang Jiansheng felt a lot of pressure and was in a quite passive situation.

It's a very simple reason, if the Sword Sect in the ancient battlefield does not say that it will defeat the Xuantian Sect, as long as it can be on an equal footing with the Xuantian Sect.

For Yaoguang, his pressure will be much less, and the calamity will become extremely calm.

Instead of being like now, the entire Sword Sect is basically supported by Yaoguang Sword Saint.

It has been twenty years, and now the disciples of Sword Sect are holding their breath, wanting to vent in the ancient battlefield.

With such a tense atmosphere, the days when the ancient battlefield opened, approached day by day, and the entire Sword Sect became extremely quiet.

This quiet, like a prelude to a storm to come.

Everyone knows that the ancient battlefield is not a grand event in Tianchi, nor is it a competition between sects.

Every opportunity is accompanied by endless killings!

As long as anyone is a little careless, blood will fall into it, and the body will die.

Apart from the Xuantian Sect, the masters of other sects are not good at it, not to mention the ancient monsters that exist inside, which are monsters that are far more terrifying than monsters.

...

Feiyun Peak, in the attic by the Linghu Lake.

Lin Yun was refining his calligraphy in front of the window. Looking up from the window, he looked up at the shimmering lake. The view here is wide and the air is fresh.

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

There were a lot of white paper scattered throughout the study, and all these eight characters were written on it. Lin Yun was practicing both calligraphy and swordsmanship.

Using a pen as a sword, Splash asked.

Every time he writes, Lin Yun becomes more proficient in Xiaoyao Nine Swords, and vaguely, he also has some understanding of Xiaoyao Nine Swords.

There is nothing in the world, and since it is difficult to be free, this sword must be far superior to the existence of the previous eight swords.

After this sword, there will be no Xiaoyao sword in the world.

It is very likely that this sword will overturn all the artistic conceptions of the previous eight swords, which contains an unimaginable sadness.

But after careful insight, I can vaguely perceive that this sword seems sad and helpless, but it contains greater happiness.

It's a great spirit!

Beyond the heaven and earth, the real joy of wind, rain, thunder and ice.

"Master is afraid to teach me this sword in advance? I can't learn the previous eight swords, so I didn't teach me?"

Lin Yun held the brush and seemed to understand something.

hum!

At this moment, Lin Yun frowned slightly, Feiyun Peak fluctuated slightly, and someone broke in.

wrong!

It wasn't the intruder, because Feiyunfeng's ban did not trigger this person, is it the elder of the sect, or is it... a spy?

Buzz!

A powerful killing intent shrouded, the entire attic trembled uncontrollably, and the ink on the table in front of Lin Yun was beating.

Without giving Lin Yun much time to think about it, a black shadow appeared on the lake and charged towards the attic with an extremely terrifying murderous aura.

With the approach of the other party, it was placed in the attic and banned, and was torn apart.

An extremely overbearing sword force swept out of the opponent, and the broken spiritual patterns in the attic turned into messy rays of light and flew out continuously.

So strong!

If the other party is really close, the restriction of the entire attic will be completely destroyed, and the attic will also collapse.

"sky."

Lin Yun was slow and slow, lowered his head and wrote the word "Heaven" on the paper.

boom!

The thirty-sixth layer of heavenly power fell, and the prohibition that the attic was about to collapse was instantly stabilized.

"land!"

Following Lin Yun's pen strokes, the pieces of paper scattered in the room flew out with a squeaking sound.

The paper that flew out carried ancient characters one by one, and each ancient character seemed to have lived in ancient times, like snowflakes falling around the people who came.

Clang clang!

The visitor pulled out a sword, the sword was as dazzling as the sun, and each sword was mighty and magnificent.

Pieces of white paper that glowed with light fell softly after being split into two halves. The arrival was like a rainbow, but his steps were finally blocked.

boom!

The visitor swung a sword on the lake, and a huge fireball fell towards the attic.

"mysterious!"

After the mysterious characters were written, the attic glowed brilliantly, and the fireball bounced back directly.

Click!

The man in black on the lake did not panic at all, and with a backhand sword, he split the directly released Dasun sword light in half.

He sings forward, as if Jinghong rushed towards the window.

"shortage!"

Lin Yun smiled, and the last stroke fell.

Swish!

A wave of corruption was released, and the sword power on the body was constantly corroded by the person who flew in like a giant.

By the time he reached the window, his sword stance had already gone.

Lin Yun lay back, just sitting on the chair, creaked, he leaned back on the chair, and the chair retreated ten meters, just avoiding the attacking sword from the opponent.

The visitor stood on the desk, and four sheets of white paper slowly floated up between him and Lin Yun.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? Master Yaoguang taught you?"

The person who came looked at the words "Tian Di Xuan Huang", looked at Lin Yun and asked.

"you can say it this way."

Lin Yun thought for a while and said truthfully.

The swordsmanship was left by the Southern Emperor, and it was the master who really made Lin Yun master it quickly and comprehend the essence of it.

Especially the last four words, it motivates the sacred object, reverses the time and space, and consumes a little life essence.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

The color in the eyes of the visitor is quite playful.

"You seem to have slow murderous intentions, but in fact you have no murderous intentions at all. You are also a swordsman, and you should know that swordsmen are the most sensitive to murderous intentions." Lin Yun smiled, then paused and said lightly: "The more important thing is me I've guessed your identity."

"Yaoguang disciple, really extraordinary."

The man smiled and took off his mask.

really.

Lin Yun glanced at it with a smile on his face, it was indeed the person he had guessed.