Chapter 1164

Dry Xuan Island, Dry Xuan Great Sage, Dry Xuan Secret Key.

Lin Yun looked at the burial sword in his hand, his eyes were slightly condensed, Kuxuan Island really had to go.

The rose scroll and the funeral sword in my hand must be treasures from the tomb of the Southern Emperor, as for whether the rose scroll is a catalogue of life and death that hides the gate of hell.

Or are you 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 scroll again, his eyes locked on it, and he hesitated.

He had a strong curiosity in his heart, and he wanted to take a closer look, and it was best to find out the hellish demons that Hong Lao had seen.

But thinking of Hong Lao's advice 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, and when they know the truth, they are afraid.

Do you want to see the Emperor?

Lin Yun swept around the courtyard, did not see Xiaoice Feng and the little thief cat, and there was no one at the critical time.

Forget it, even if I know that the Rose Scroll is a catalogue of life and death, I can't use it with my strength.

Besides, what is the use of this life and death catalog, I am also confused.

Don't look!

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

At least before entering the dry island, I didn't look at this rose scroll, when nothing happened.

Hiss!

Lin Yun took a deep breath, and it took a long time to calm down his emotions, and he muttered: "It's better to cultivate the last three swords of the Thirteen Swords of Fuyun, if I don't cultivate to the Transformation Realm, even if I gather the Seven Flowers at the top, the hole cards in my hand will be less after all." ”

Eleven swords, blue falling stars.

Twelve swords, green mountains outside the clouds.

Thirteen swords, above the sky!

In the end, the three swords Lin Yun had already cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, and they each used them, and they all had very terrifying power with the Floating Cloud Sword Technique.

Without exception, they all have the power of the Holy Spirit level martial arts, which is comparable to or even surpasses the first punch of the Sun Moon Divine Fist.

If it was someone else, he might be satisfied, but Lin Yun obviously wouldn't, in his opinion, at least he had to be at the peak of perfection.

If you want to be ten percent sure in the ranking battle of Cangxuan Mansion, you must cultivate to the Transformation Realm, and if you cultivate these three swords to the Transformation Realm, then the entire Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords will all reach the Transformation Realm.

Unlike other swordsmanship, the Floating Cloud Sword Technique is more special.

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

The biggest feature of the Floating Cloud Sword Technique is that it can manipulate a large number of Holy Spirits, which has both advantages and disadvantages.

Needless to say, the more Qingluan, the more fierce the sword power must be, and the lethality that can be caused far exceeds that of the same grade Holy Spirit Martial Arts.

The disadvantages are also very obvious, there are more Qingluan, and the blood and qi consumption will be a lot of opponents. At least the manipulation, it is inevitable to be in a hurry, three or four Qingluan is good, and after the number reaches ten, a little attention will be flawed.

Before you hurt your opponent, you may be caught by your opponent and hit fatally.

However, for Lin Yun, this was obviously not too much of a drawback, not only did he master the Floating Cloud Sword Technique, but the Heavenly Sword Intent alone was enough to easily manipulate more than ten Qingluan.

He has a lot of flowers, his background far exceeds that of his peers, and the consumption of blood and qi is too big.

In addition, Lin Yun also knew quite well that the Holy Spirit of the Thirteen Swords of Fuyun had never been Qingluan. Only by cultivating the Floating Cloud Sword Technique to the Great Perfection Realm, and the perfect fusion of the Sword Technique and the Sword Technique, can the true Holy Spirit of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Cloud be revealed.

In the following time, Lin Yun put the matter of the Southern Emperor behind him for the time being.

All the energy was spent on how to cultivate the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds, as a killer weapon to participate in the ranking battle of Cangxuan Mansion.

In the blink of an eye, eleven days passed.

In the martial arts arena of Ting Feng Ju, ten Qingluan surrounded the heavenly dome above Lin Yun's head, and they gave birth to soaring, like flying Hong, intersecting in a disorderly manner, and deriving a boundless and majestic sword momentum. Lin Yun, who was surrounded by Qingluan, sat in the very center, and his own sword momentum was as magnificent as a mountain.

The two different sword forces fused with each other, making the huge martial arts arena seem extremely small.

"Falling Stars!"

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

Thundered!

The sword on his body was as thick as a mountain, and the moment his footsteps took off, it seemed that there were ten thousand gods rising from the ground. The entire martial arts arena shook violently, and the air was squeezed out by this sword momentum, forming countless sword blades howling in all directions.

Shout!

When the blue falling stars were completely unleashed, another Qingluan flew out of Lin Yun's body.

The moment the eleven Qingluan circled the sky, a gap broke through the sky dome, and a boundless starry sky appeared above Lin Yun's head. In the starry sky, there was an unimaginably large figure, holding a sword, as if it had flown down from nine heavens away.

Boom!

When the figure in the star dome coincided with Lin Yun, a dazzling sword light slashed out.

Click!

The void exploded under this sword, and the endless starlight flew down behind him like a waterfall.

Whew!

At the same time, eleven Qingluan kept hovering behind him, causing the edge of this sword light to skyrocket.

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

The blessed spirit array in the martial arts arena shattered, and violent explosions kept ringing out. In the dust, countless formations shattered, emitting colorful light, and the world fell into unprecedented chaos.

"Outside the clouds, green mountains!"

Lin Yunren was in mid-air, twisted around, and swayed up.

The boundless sea of clouds spread out behind him, white and boundless.

Where are the green mountains?

I am Aoyama!

This sword should have used its own sword momentum to derive a green mountain above the floating clouds, so that the artistic conception could reach perfection. But since Lin Yun was going to the Transformation Realm, he must have his own understanding and thoughts.

The moment the clouds became a sea, the sword on Lin Yun's body became extremely heavy, and the sword in his hand was heavier than Qingshan.

Rumble!

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

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

This sword can be both offensive and defensive.

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

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

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

The last sword of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds, above the sky.

The bright sword light shone on this piece of heaven and earth, the bell of the avenue rang again, and the terrifying sword momentum rushed into the sky, and this sword directly broke the first layer of the sky.

Click!

As night fell, a galaxy slowly unfolded, and the four major stars of Canglong, White Tiger, Xuanwu, and Vermilion Bird were faintly visible.

Lin Yun stood in the air, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain, and endless starlight fell on him.

"It's finally done. ”

Lin Yun breathed a long sigh of relief, and a look of exhaustion flashed in his eyes.

This sword originally did not have such a magnificent vision, but Lin Yun saw Xingling Mountain smashing the four-layer heavenly queen that day, and he realized something.

Xingling Mountain was based on the entire Floating Cloud Sword Sect and smashed four layers of heaven, allowing the night to cover the sky and the starlight to fall.

Lin Yun personally could not be compared to the entire sect, but if he borrowed the sword momentum of the Thirteen Swords of Fuyun, he could reach a state comparable to the Holy Sword Mountain.

I didn't have to try, I failed several times, but today I finally succeeded.

Call!

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

The enchantment is like a kendo realm, containing unimaginable sword momentum, which can easily shred apart the star yuan realm leader.

Lin Yun, who was not in a hurry to disperse Qingluan, sat cross-legged, put the funeral sword to the side casually, and his eyes were shining.

Next is the real highlight, the true Holy Spirit of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds, and it is time to appear.

His hands were placed on his left and right knees, condensing different sword marks, and Lin Yun urged the Fuyun Sword Technique. With the urging of the sword technique, the Qingluan floating around, as if it was his arm, was like an arm command, manipulating it as he wanted.

"Condensation!"

Lin Yun's outstretched hands from left to right snapped together, and the speed of his ten fingers could not be imagined.

The sword light flickered between his fingers, making the heavens and the earth flicker, and the passage of time seemed to become extremely fast at this moment. The wind was raging, the lightning was thundering, and the entire Tingfeng Residence was as terrible as the end of the world.

The disciples in the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, many of them were shocked when they saw such a vision, and they all turned their heads to look.

"What is this kid doing?"

The floating clouds in the main hall of the sect were in charge, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked at Ting Fengju from afar, with a puzzled look on his face.

The floating clouds are not my intention, and they are fingers for 10,000 years.

The vicissitudes of life, the stars change.

Inside the Ting Feng residence, the place where Lin Yun was located, it seemed that 10,000 years had passed.

"Thirteen swords of floating clouds, ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

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

Wow!

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

In an instant, the place was reduced to a barren ruin, without any life.

The Qingmang Giant Sword, as if it was the king of swords, trembled, and the countless long swords of the entire Floating Cloud Sword Sect turned into a shocking and fled far away.

Bang!

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

A strange sword mound appeared in the middle of Ting Fengju, and the Qingmang long sword seemed to swallow all the sharp edges of the sword light.

While!

Seeing that this sword intent seemed to be unstoppable, the floating cloud in the main hall of the sect mastered the sect, and with a flick of his fingers, there was a sound like a twilight drum and morning bell in the void.

Rock!

Many of the long swords that flew halfway to the ground landed one after another, which made the owner of the saber breathe a sigh of relief.

"The Shadow of the Moon, the King of the Sword......"

Lin Yun turned around to look at it, his eyes were fixed on the cyan giant sword, and the look in his eyes was shocked.

The true sword spirit of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Cloud was really a bit unexpected to him, not only powerful but also extremely weird. Those flying swords were not only intimidated by its majesty, but also devoured by it.