Chapter 1672

"What is the origin of the holy elder? No matter how she is, she is still a half-sage." Lin Yun looked at Gu Jundao and asked tentatively.

Gu Jun smiled and said: "Elder Saint is not a simple half-sage. If she is only half-sacred in terms of martial arts, she can enter the holy realm at any time. But if you talk about other things, she is already a real holy realm powerhouse. Otherwise, why do you think Jiang Yu is so afraid of her?"

Can you be promoted to a holy realm powerhouse at any time?

Lin Yun murmured in his heart for a while, and couldn't help but say, "How old is this holy elder?"

Gu Jun rolled his eyes at him and said, "How do I know, I'm younger than me anyway. Besides, do you think I'll ask? Isn't this courting death?"

After a pause, Gu Jun said again: "Don't test me, kid, let me tell you directly, the martial arts cultivation of the elders is nothing, the real power is the cultivation of spiritual power and the attainment of rhythm."

"She is a genuine Tianxuan master, and her spiritual strength has long been comparable to that of a holy realm expert. As for the rhythm, the voice of the emperor has a total of 9 ranks, at least above the third rank. I don't know if there are other means. "

Lin Yun pondered: "What is your spiritual power cultivation base?"

"The thirteenth grade Great Perfection Saint Profound Master."

"I can't see it, you are actually a peak Saint Profound Master, and you are only one step away from Tian Profound Master." Lin Yun said.

There are a total of thirteen ranks of Saint Profound Masters, the first ten ranks roughly correspond to the ninth level of the Dragon Vein Realm, and the last three ranks are equivalent to the three great realms of life and death.

When Lin Yun was cultivating in the Nine Lotus Sage, he felt that after the tenth grade, it was extremely difficult to increase his spiritual power.

Each of the last three ranks is as difficult as reaching the sky. If there is no chance, most people will be stuck at the threshold of the tenth-rank sacred master for life.

Gu Jun can reach the realm of the thirteenth rank Saint Profound Master, plus his own martial arts cultivation, even if he is a general semi-sage, I am afraid that he will not be discouraged.

No wonder he was so arrogant on the street back then!

"Heh, you kid is really a layman."

Gu Jun said to Lin Yun like an idiot: "It is more difficult to be promoted to Tian Xuan division than to be promoted to saint. I have stopped this step for hundreds of years."

"How powerful Tianxuanshi is, plus the voice of the emperor. Let me tell you this, it is almost impossible for the great saint to be able to kill the holy elder."

Lin Yun's expression changed completely.

Gu Jun said so bluntly, he finally understood how strong Mu Xueling was, and how much he tried to die in the first place.

"Haha, are you afraid?"

Gu Jun said with a smile: "When you kidnapped Elder Sheng, our group of elders were all frightened, you are really bold!"

"Behind the Hall of Law Enforcement, I have to teach the Holy Elder to play music. That is why the Holy Elder has such a heart. As someone else, you don't know how many times you have died."

Lin Yun realized it later, and only felt that his scalp was numb.

He always knew that Mu Xueling was very strong, but he never thought about how strong the opponent was, because the opponent looked very young and rarely released Shengwei.

It is very cold on weekdays, neither happy nor sad, and I can't see too many mood swings.

So much so that people will always have an illusion, but Gu Jun said that Mu Xueling's strength is roughly equivalent to Mu Xuankong, the headmaster of the Sword Sect.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun felt a little desperate.

If someone felt that Mu Xuankong was molested by Jianzong, they would be killed on the spot.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and said with a wry smile, "I really want to die. By the way, how could she have the Emperor Dragon Order?"

"I really don't know that."

Gu Jun's face changed as he stroked his beard.

"You must have guesses, just talk about it." Lin Yun knew at a glance that Gu Jun was lying.

Gu Jun glared at Lin Yun and said, "Then I will say it casually, and you can also listen to it casually. It may be related to Qinglong Ce."

The national artifact Qinglong policy?

Lin Yun's surface was calm, but his heart was full of turbulence, this Mu Xueling... is a bit scary.

"Tianxiang Sacred Mountain is very mysterious. Back then, the Nine Emperors did not dare to rush in when they joined forces." Gu Jun sighed leisurely.

"Let's go, I'll calm down. By the way, just get two dragon tendons, it doesn't need to be too good." Lin Yun urged.

The Xiqin in his hand is very strong in itself.

Its uses are not as extensive as the wind and thunder, but once it is really sacrificed, it is definitely a big killer.

After all, Fengleiqin only lifted the first ban, and this common musical instrument, no matter how powerful it is, the opponent can always have some countermeasures.

But Xiqin has long been lost, and even Mu Xueling has never mastered it.

...

That night, the sky was full of stars.

Cool breeze blows, Tianxiang Palace Lingbo Pavilion courtyard.

Lin Yun was practicing swordsmanship, and his speed of swinging the sword was very slow.

The already dark night, along with the burial of the foil sword in his hand, seemed to be more and more gloomy and frightening. He took every step carefully, the speed of the sword was frighteningly slow, and there was a general trend in the sword body, which was not triggered.

With the step of the step, Lin Yun urged the mind of the Firefly Excalibur, and his mind was unprecedentedly focused.

hum!

Suddenly, Lin Yun stabbed out with a sword, and a little bit of starlight bloomed like fireflies in the night.

Boom!

Lin Yun's body instantly burst into a boundless sword force, and this sword force rushed into the sky, almost tearing the sky to pieces.

"Success."

Lin Yun looked happy.

Ka Ka Ka!

But the smile solidified before it dissipated. Those fireflies were like glass plates bursting a little bit, and the sword force fell apart in the blink of an eye.

A small amount of Sword Intent poured back and rammed into Lin Yun's body. Pooh, his expression changed, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"It's so difficult..."

Lin Yun wiped away the blood on the corners of his mouth, his eyes showing a look of gloom, and he failed again.

I can't remember the number of times I failed, but every time I got to this point, I failed.

Logically speaking, he has mastered the Sword Intent of the Vault of Heaven, and now that he has reached the late stage of the seventh level of the Dragon Vein, he can barely try to cultivate.

But he could never get in, let alone Xiaocheng.

Is the master wrong, or am I too bad?

Lin Yun couldn't help but doubt, he lay on the ground and looked at the sky full of stars, his thoughts quickly drifted to Jianzong.

Floating to the Taolin Cave of the Sword Sect, the day when I practiced swords with my master.

If you are still in the sword sect, why are you here?

Lin Yun felt a little bitter in his heart. He finally got a home in Kunlun, but he was changed and left before he was stable.

Master, how is it now?

There are only five years of life, and after being forced to come to the real body, how much life is left for the master?

Four years?

three years?

Still two years...

Tianxuanzi, you are so disgusting.

Why are there such vicious people! !

There were bursts of killing intent in Lin Yun's eyes, and the killing intent quickly became uncontrollable. Finally, he clenched his right fist and slammed it to the ground.

"I will kill you!"

Lin Yun said with a grim expression, gritted his teeth.

Swish!

He stood up suddenly, his eyes flickered, and a moment later he had a decision in his heart.

...

After half an hour, Lin Yun came to Lingshan where Mu Xueling was.

Mu Xueling owns a spiritual mountain in Tianxiang Palace called Shuihan Mountain, which is colder than the Snow Mountain.

Of course, except for Yue Weiwei.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and walked up the mountain, and unexpectedly found that this spiritual mountain had no restrictions except that it was colder and colder.

The Shuihan Mountain is very large, with many buildings and palaces on it.

But there is no one. If Shuihan Mountain itself is very cold, this empty palace will feel even colder.

"Does Mu Xueling really live here?"

Lin Yun said to himself, this is a bit too desolate.

Although the snow-capped mountains were cold, Yue Weiwei was also very bored, but Lin Wan and Luo Shuyi were still there to accompany her.

There are also many disciples cultivating halfway up the mountain. As the place where the sacred veins of Tianxiang Palace are located, it is quite lively on weekdays.

But this water and cold mountain is frighteningly cold. It should have been inhabited in the past, but now all of them have moved away.

When I came to the top of the mountain, there was still no one, except for a piano platform, only the cold wind was whistling.

The Holy Elder is not here?

Just when Lin Yun was at a loss, there was an abnormal noise from the bottom of the cliff, and Lin Yun stepped forward and looked down.

At the bottom of the cliff, next to the stream where the waterfall flows, a figure is playing the pipa.

It was a quiet valley, the rhythm reverberated in the valley, and the voice of the heavens resounded.

Lin Yun was a little stunned, the other party was singing Xiao Hongchen.

Red dust is ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring.

This song was sung in her mouth, less free and easy, more lonely.

The valley itself was cold, and the note seemed even colder when I remembered it.

Lin Yun bit the bullet and jumped down, falling into the valley against the cold wind, and was not ready to speak until the other party finished playing the song.

"You came."

However, Mu Xueling spoke first, she was not surprised by Lin Yun's arrival.

Lin Yun nodded, then stepped forward and told the other party about his troubles.

Mu Xueling's mood did not fluctuate, but there seemed to be a flash of disappointment in his eyes, and he said softly: "This sage thought you came to ask me about the rhythm."

Lin Yun said: "I am a famous swordsman after all."

"It doesn't matter, it's all the same, this saint can teach you." Mu Xueling said softly.

Can you really teach?

Swish!

Without giving Lin Yun any time to wonder, Mu Xueling stretched out a hand, and a slender long sword jumped out of the water.

"Lin Xiao, pull out your sword and use all your swordsmanship to fight against me. I will use the same cultivation and martial will as you."

"Yes, Elder Sheng." Lin Yun pulled out the burial foil.

"Out of the sword."

"Yes."

Lin Yun drew his sword out of the sheath, and the moment Tian Qiong Sword Intent was released, a sword stabbed cleanly at the opponent.

Mu Xueling held the sword in his right hand and only moved slightly.

Clang!

The moment the two swords touched, Lin Yun felt a strange force suppressing his sword intent. Before he could withdraw his hand, Mu Xueling's sword landed on his neck.

"You lost." Mu Xueling looked at Lin Yun and said, "Come again."

Lin Yun's Heavenly Sword Intent filled his entire body, but if the opponent really wanted to swing the sword, it would be difficult for Lin Yun to guarantee that he would be able to avoid this sword.

The opponent's sword is very scary.

"Yes!"

Lin Yun shot again.

Clang clang!

Sparks splashed around in the quiet valley. After several fights, Lin Yun lost nine times in a row.

The most successful one was to resist Mu Xueling's nine moves.

"Your swordsmanship doesn't seem to be very good..." Mu Xueling asked suspiciously, "Are you really a disciple of Yaoguang?"

Lin Yun felt ashamed.

It's a bit embarrassing to be looked down upon by a Sile.

But no matter how they fought, Lin Yun's sword moves could always be found by the opponent, and the opponent's sword intent continued to wave after wave, but there was no flaw at all.

With ease, he defeated himself.

"No, this sage didn't ridicule Yao Guang and you, I just wondered why you haven't mastered the sword heart yet with such strong kendo skills.",

Mu Xueling pondered: "This saint just simulated some means of clear sword heart."

"What is Kenshin?"

Lin Yun's heart moved, and he said quickly.

"Then it's not a big problem. This saint will teach you to master the sword heart. Come with me."

Mu Xueling threw the sword into the stream at will, walking in front, Lin Yun hurriedly followed the elder Bingshan.