Chapter 1204

Rumble!

On the Feiyun Palace, just when everyone thought that Lin Yun was about to leave the mountain.

In the direction where the Holy Sword Mountain was located, a dazzling blue light burst out, and another green luan soared into the sky.

The Feiyun Palace, which was originally noisy, immediately fell silent, and countless people widened their eyes and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Eleven levels, Lin Yun passed the eleventh level!

"How is this possible?"

Ye Ziling was shocked, and her cold face showed a thick look of astonishment.

After the ten levels of the Holy Sword Mountain, there is no way out.

Since there is no way, there is no way to talk about breaking through the level, so no one can break through this level.

But around the Holy Sword Mountain, there are indeed eleven Qingluans soaring, each of which exudes a sacred aura, shining brightly and attracting people's attention.

"It's terrible, how did Senior Brother Yun do it? Senior Sister, what's going on......

If Yuruo is this girl, it is also thrilling at the moment, and it is unimaginable.

Ye Ziling frowned slightly, and muttered: "I don't know, this is really incredible, his kendo talent is really so terrifying?"

Xiao Yuruo suddenly smiled and said, "Senior sister, haven't you always wanted to cultivate the last three swords of the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds, if Senior Brother Yun has mastered it, you can just ask him for advice." ”

Ye Ziling's eyes lit up, but she remembered that the other party was looking at her at that time, and it immediately dimmed.

This guy is a prodigal son, and if he really climbs to the top of the mountain, he may not know how to make it difficult for her.

She is a cultivator of the Galaxy Realm, she has comprehended the sword intent of Tongtian, and her strength is much stronger than Lin Yun at the moment. Let Ye Ziling go and consult with Lin Yun, with her cold and arrogant nature, this is even more uncomfortable than killing her.

"He hasn't reached the top yet, so he has one more sword than me. Ye Ziling's cold and arrogant face flashed with a stubborn look, and he didn't want to admit defeat.

"Eleventh level, Lin Yun seems to have broken the record of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect. The highest record of the sect's disciples before was only ten levels, which was seven hundred years ago. ”

Someone whispered a word, which caused a boundless shock in everyone's hearts.

700 years!

The Floating Cloud Sword Sect was broken by an outsider who had just entered the sect in one day.

This is really a little uncomfortable, and many of the disciples are bitter in their hearts, and their faces are helpless.

Not only the disciples on the Feiyun Palace, but also the sect elders standing between the peaks, and the Floating Cloud Palm Sect that suppressed the sword momentum were also taken aback.

"How the hell did this kid do that?"

There was a look of surprise in the eyes of the Floating Cloud Palm Sect, he had also been up to the Holy Sword Peak, but he couldn't continue to walk when he reached the tenth level.

It was a Jedi, and if he dared to jump, the powerhouse of the Dragon Vein Realm would also die.

Two hours later, another earth-shattering sword chant resounded in all directions, and there was one more Qingluan in the Holy Sword Mountain.

Twelve levels!

Lin Yun broke through another level, and he was only one last level away from reaching the top, and now the entire Feiyun Hall was completely boiling.

"My God, this Lin Yun is about to reach the top?"

"It's horrible...... A record that hasn't been broken for thousands of years won't really be broken by Lin Yun, right?"

"First of all, seven steps into a sword, let me wait for nothing to say, and now I am going to reach the top strongly, this Lin Yun is really going to the sky. ”

"It's not alive, how can this compare...... He's just a genius!"

Lin Yun broke through another level, and he was only one last level away from reaching the top, and now the entire Feiyun Hall was completely boiling.

Only Ye Ziling's face was quite ugly, but she made a bet with Lin Yun. If the other party reached the top, she would have to agree to any request from Lin Yun.

In the boundless sea of clouds, Lin Yun, who had just finished challenging the twelve levels, walked towards the last green mountain with Xiaoice Feng.

Both of them had excitement on their faces, and they were only one level away, and they were only one level away from successfully reaching the top.

Woo!

Suddenly, there was the sound of a flute on the green hill ahead. Its voice whined, such as resentment, such as admiration, such as crying, such as complaining, and the aftermath of the owl is endless.

The sound of the flute permeated this world, and Lin Yun looked carefully, and there was a figure on the top of the mountain.

Standing with the flute, the sword light surging around him.

"With the sword!"

Xiaoice Feng's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said in a deep voice: "Lin Yun be careful, I'm afraid this level is not very easy." ”

As she spoke, she flashed again and burrowed into the purple kite's sword box.

Lin Yun's face was solemn, I am afraid that this level is really bad, and Xiaoice Feng did not avoid the previous two levels.

Sou!

On the top of the green mountain, after a few ups and downs, Lin Yun came to the top of the mountain and stood in front of the man in green clothes.

Lin Yun looked carefully and found that this person was quite similar to the person in the previous painting, and couldn't help but say: "The sea hangs in the long wind." ”

"A good day with a jade flute. ”

The man in Tsing Yi put down the jade flute and smiled slightly.

Lin Yun hurriedly said, "Is the predecessor the master of this mountain?"

The man in Tsing Yi shook his head and smiled: "I'm not, I'm just a mountain guard, and that mountain is my master." ”

Lin Yun was shocked in his heart, what is the origin of this mountain.

"After me, you'll be able to reach the top...... The last scripture of the Floating Cloud Sword Technique, the last sword of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds, you can get it. The man in Tsing Yi looked at Lin Yun and said softly.

"How do I get through?"

Lin Yun asked.

"Under my Xiao Yin, it's okay to stick to half a pillar of incense for a while. The man in Tsing Yi said lightly.

"It doesn't seem to be very difficult. ”

Lin Yun thought about it and said with a smile.

"Then you have to see it to know that it begins. ”

The man in Tsing Yi didn't talk nonsense with Lin Yun, he put the hole flute to his lips, his long hair flew, and a sharp edge surged from between his eyebrows.

Boom!

Before Lin Yun could react, the sound of the flute suddenly rose, and then a storm of sword sounds surged towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun's face changed slightly, the burial flower was unsheathed, and his figure flashed among the mountains. Between the swing of the sword body, there was a sonorous sound from time to time, and the sword light burst out, and the funeral flower seemed to collide with various swords in the void.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, becoming low and resentful, like crying and complaining.

Lin Yun's internal organs exploded cracks, and the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen, and after a while, there were many more sword marks on his body, and he was drenched in blood.

He was just about to think about countermeasures, when a high-pitched long voice sounded, and Lin Yun seemed to be swept away by a dragon.

Boom!

A mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth, his face turned pale, and he took several steps backwards to stand firm.

In less than a cup of tea, Lin Yun was defeated, and he was far from half a pillar of incense.

"Do you want to continue?"

The man in Tsing Yi put down the hole flute and laughed softly.

Lin Yun smiled bitterly, he had never seen such a method, and he didn't know how to deal with it at all.

Before his strength could be developed, he was directly defeated, and this was still the mercy of the opponent's subordinates. This level is really not simple, and if you want to hold on for half an hour, it's like climbing to the sky.

"Yes!"

Lin Yun wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and groaned, "You wait for me." ”

"I can't wait too long, it's been a long time, this mountain, this cloud, this beautiful scenery is gone. The man in Tsing Yi chuckled softly.

"An hour, an hour!"

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and said.

"Good. ”

The man in Tsing Yi thought for a while and said with a smile: "It's not easy to wait for someone, it's better to let you die, I'll wait for you for an hour." ”

"Thank you. ”

Lin Yun turned around and left, and when he reached the mountainside, he stopped and called Xiaoice Feng out.

"An hour has been won, do you really have a way to let me hold on to half a pillar of incense?" Lin Yunfangcai's words were Xiaoice Feng who asked him to say it, and the other party firmly said that giving her an hour would allow Lin Yun to pass this level.

"What kind of eyes do you have, you actually look down on this emperor, and take out the jade flute that your little lover sent. Xiaoice Feng Chengzhu said in his chest, pointing to the rivers and mountains.

Lin Yun was surprised: "You don't want to teach me how to use the sword, do you? I don't even know the most basic fingering." ”

"Of course!"

Xiaoice Feng glanced at him and snorted coldly: "Otherwise, what else can you do, with your current means, it is impossible to insist on half a pillar of incense." He and you are both sword intent, but his sword intent is flawless, your sword intent is flawed, and fortunately, he supports and persists for half an hour. If you actually fight, you can't even hold on to a face. ”

"Really?" Lin Yun still didn't believe it.

Xiaoice Feng said with a smile: "Of course you can't, but with the purple jade god bamboo flute sent by your little lover, it is accompanied by the guidance of the emperor." It's impossible to win, but it's still possible to just stick to half a pillar of incense. ”

Purple Jade God Bamboo Flute!

Lin Yun suddenly realized that the cave flute that Yue Weiwei gave him was itself of extraordinary origin.

"I'll teach you fingering first, and the method of luck, it's simple. ”

Xiaoice Feng took the Purple Jade God Bamboo Flute, explained carefully, time was pressing, she spoke very quickly, and then handed the Flute over, and said with a smile: "You try." ”

Lin Yun took it in his hand, put the flute under his lips, and moved his fingers lightly, and after a while, there was a clear and elegant, empty and high flute sound came out.

"I'll try again. ”

Lin Yun took off the hole flute, thought about it, and then played it again. I didn't deliberately play any tunes, I just played them casually based on my feelings.

Xiaoice Feng was disdainful at first, but gradually a little moved, it was actually not bad.

"It seems to be quite simple. Lin Yun put down the jade flute and laughed softly.

Xiaoice Feng's heart was shaken, she just said casually, it was really surprising that she had learned the basic fingering in such a short time.

"That's the good of the Benedict Sect. ”

But it is definitely impossible for her to go to Quarin Yun, so she can only praise herself by the way.

Lin Yun smiled and didn't argue with her.

At this moment, the sound of the flute sounded on the top of the mountain, and the sound of the flute was urgent, like ten thousand horses jumping, galloping on the battlefield, making people's blood boil, and then quickly stopped.

What a clever skill!

Lin Yun praised in his heart, but he immediately woke up to the fact that the other party was showing off his skills.

Sure enough, Xiaoice Feng's face was a little difficult to look at.

"Little brother, if you want to learn the flute, I can teach you, but in an hour, it would be too naïve to want to pass this level with the sound of the flute. The laughter of the people in Tsing Yi came from the top of the mountain.

"This guy is so good that he dares to underestimate Bendi. ”

Xiaoice Feng was angry, pulled Lin Yun down the mountain, and said, "Let's go farther, don't let him hear, we have to let him look good later." The purple jade god bamboo flute, the material alone is comparable to an artifact, what is it proud of. ”

Lin Yun couldn't cry or laugh, and Bingfeng, who was brought up by a little temper, walked towards the foot of the mountain. However, in his heart, he was indeed quite unconvinced, and he didn't believe that he really couldn't hold on to half a pillar of incense.

[Two chapters are delivered, and the third chapter is coming tomorrow morning, don't wait. Everyone has given me support, and I will definitely try my best to write it. 】