Chapter 765

Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, the top of the lonely peak.

Lin Yun, who was at the top of the mountain, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, and the burial sword was erected on the rock a hundred meters away.

The feast is coming, there is not much time left, and Lin Yun will stabilize the body of Tengyun Jue. I don't deliberately practice penance, come here to watch the clouds, watch the fog, listen to the wind, and admire the moon, so as to cultivate my heart and cultivate my sword heart.

He is a swordsman after all, no matter how strong Canglong Jiu becomes, no matter how terrifying the Forbidden Fist Seven Killing Fist is, or how rebellious Tengyun Jue is.

If you want to shine at the dragon feast and win the ranking you want, you still have to rely on the sword in your hand after all.

After seeing Yan Longzi's demeanor, Lin Yun deeply realized the gap between himself and the Three Kings and Qiying. If you want to compete with these people, the biggest reliance is still your own psychic sword intent, if you can take the sword heart one step further and cultivate the psychic sword intent to the realm of Xiaocheng, the chances of winning will undoubtedly be greater.

In front of him, there was an endless sea of clouds, white and vast.

At a certain moment, when the morning sun broke through, countless golden lights fell on the sea of clouds. The vast sea of clouds suddenly dazzled and dazzling, paving a layer of golden brilliance, like a dreamy fairyland.

"Sword!"

When the light covered the entire sea of clouds, there seemed to be a light blooming in the depths of Lin Yun's eyes, and the burial flower sword came out of its sheath and was grabbed by one of them.

The majestic sword intent is domineering, and the sword contains the edge of cutting all things, moving forward and destroying the heavens and the earth.

Click!

Lin Yun swung out with a sword, and a sea of clouds with endless sword light was spread in front of him, and a smooth gap appeared, which continued to spread out.

Hiss!

The endless sea of clouds was torn like cloth, and the gap was torn for a full three thousand meters before it came to an abrupt end.

The cracked gap only existed for a moment, and the vast sea of clouds quickly closed, and the sword intent could not last forever.

"It's still three thousand meters...... This psychic sword intent wants to be promoted to Xiaocheng, it's really difficult. ”

Lin Yun threw it casually, and the end of the burial sword fell into the scabbard a hundred meters away, and there was starlight like snow above his head, which kept falling.

Shaking his head, Lin Yun sat down again, watching the clouds and listening to the wind.

Let time pass, the sun rises and sets, Lin Yun is on the top of this lonely mountain, motionless.

In the blink of an eye, another five days passed.

Another round of morning sun broke out of the dawn, shining with golden light in the vast sea of white clouds. In Lin Yun's eyes, the process of golden light being sprinkled was broken down into sets of slow movements, and those golden rays of light were beating in the sea of clouds like grains of rice in his eyes.

Suddenly, Lin Yun's heart moved, and he suddenly realized.

The sword intent is psychic, invisible and spiritual. But after the intangible thing is psychic, it can be easily cut off like cutting melons and vegetables. Whether it is a mountain, or an earth, or a great river, the sword intent can be destroyed and cut off.

But the vast sea of clouds is essentially intangible.

"I see, I was wrong before. How can I succeed in cutting off the sea of clouds by cutting off the tangible? I was wrong from the beginning......

Lin Yun instantly realized, and immediately raised his hand with a move, and his five fingers held the flying funeral flower.

Without any fancy, Lin Yun swung out a sword, and this sword did not use the true yuan, nor did he use his strength. There is only pure sword intent, which looks ordinary and unremarkable, but the moment it is stabbed, it gives people the feeling that the sky is annihilated, and the sky is split out of a hideous crack.

Thundered!

However, the power of this sword was unimaginable, and it gathered all the endless starlight that fell from the sky to form a huge Star Swirl.

There was a bright sword light inside Star Swirl, and in all directions, hundreds of majestic starlight kept rotating around the sword light, and Star Swirl erupted in terrifying power between the rotations, and Lin Yun's sword power reached an unprecedented terrifying level at this moment.

The next moment, the sea of clouds in front of him was directly shattered into nothingness by this sword.

Wow!

The majestic Star Swirl above Lin Yun's head, unobstructed by a sea of clouds, erupted from the top of this drum mountain, shining with golden light from the mountains and forests below, like an endless morning glow that still broke out of dawn.

Psychic sword intent, promoted to Xiaocheng!

Lin Yun breathed a long sigh of relief, and on the top of this lonely mountain, he practiced the sword with Xiaocheng's psychic sword intent.

Thunder and lightning!

Breaking the sun!

The stars are exploding!

The morning dawns!

Hengduan Tai!

Blood Town, Mountains and Rivers!

The six-style overlord sword is like a god and ghost in his hands, stirring up the world. For a time, the sky was dark, lightning and thunder roared, and the top of this lonely mountain was like the end of the world, and ghosts and gods would come out.

In the end, Lin Yun slashed the world with a sword, perfectly integrating these six killing moves.

"Happy!"

Lin Yun put his sword back into the sheath and burst into a shout, like the sound of thunder, and the mountains trembled.

With this Xiaocheng's psychic sword intent, the overlord sword, which was originally as difficult to tame as a beast, was like an arm in Lin Yun's hands, and it was easy and easy.

Combining the six major killing moves, no one can know how terrifying this sword move is except Lin Yun. In addition to this dominating the world, he also has an even more terrifying hole card, that is, the sword that has reached the transformation realm to break the mountains and rivers.

Whether it is the Dust Light Sword Technique, or the sword left by the nameless sword, it is enough to crown the Southern Regions.

But Lin Yun went one step further, and among these two major sword techniques, he created two sword moves that only belonged to him, and he would definitely usher in his own glory in the dragon feast.

......

The feast of the dragons is getting closer and closer, and the entire Nanhua Ancient Domain is surging with undercurrents.

In addition to Lin Yun, the others were also practicing penance without sleep and food, in order to shine in the feast.

In the remote place of the Tianling Mountain Range of Mu Sword City, the Blood Death Pavilion is in the dark sky, sitting on a rock at will.

Rumble!

There was a blood-colored air flow in the air rippling like water waves, permeating Wu Xiaotian's body, and in front of him there were two king demon pills contaminated with demonic energy, which were constantly refining.

The demonic and demonic qi that had been refined countless times in the demon pill were constantly injected into his body like lightning, and the blood and qi that swirled around him became more and more intense, bright and dripping, as strange as demon blood.

After the two demon pills were all refined, the blood qi that permeated his body suddenly converged and turned into a majestic blood ball.

Rumble!

The next moment, the blood ball burned strangely and turned into a raging blood flame. The blood flame was very strange, it looked like a liquid, but it was full of fire, and the valley was bright red, and everything was covered with a hazy blood-colored fire.

"The Blood Flame Demon Duel is finally a twelve-fold consummation. ”

Wu Xiaotian exhaled turbid air, and the expression on his face was not shocked, and he couldn't see the slightest excitement.

It seemed that the Blood Flame Demon Duel that no one had cultivated to the consummation realm in this Blood Death Pavilion was just an ordinary trivial matter to him, and it was not worth mentioning.

In the beast tide that was rare in a thousand years, Wu Xiaotian won two king-level demon pills in that extremely fierce competition. When the beast tide ended, he simply stayed and retreated and refined in this Tianling Mountain Range.

Finally, before the dragon feast came, the two demon pills were refined, and the Blood Flame Demon Duel was cultivated to the twelvefold perfection realm.

If the sect elders of the Blood Death Pavilion knew about this, they would definitely be overjoyed.

Blood Flame Demon Duel, except for the ancestor of the sect, no one can cultivate to the realm of perfection, and after the tenth level, they are all crazy.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaotian remembered Lin Yun, this kid suddenly left before the final battle of the beast tide, which really shocked him for a long time.

But for a moment, Wu Xiaotian didn't think about it, that person chose the most difficult path, and he was destined to fail.

On the contrary, after he left, many rookies emerged from the thousand-year-old beast tide, and one by one they were strong against the sky, and even he felt a little pressure.

"This year's dragon feast, I'm afraid it will be quite exciting, Jiang Ziye, don't let me down too much!"

A stunningly cold face appeared in his mind, and the look in Wu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly became cold. The blood flame behind him squirmed wildly, and then suddenly exploded, and within ten miles, everything was frozen, and the vitality was annihilated, and it withered in an instant.

......

In the bitter cold land of the extreme north of the Nanhua Ancient Domain, there is endless ice, and among the thousands of snowy peaks, a mountain villa stands on the top of the mountains.

This is Beixue Mountain Resort!

Ranked among the top three of the nine overlords of the Northern Snow Mountain Villa, the sect's heritage is unfathomable, and compared to the strongest overlord Purple Moon Cave Heaven, it is only a fraction of a second.

Inside the villa, a middle-aged man dressed in blue sat on a throne.

This person is the owner of Beixue Mountain Villa.

Behind the throne were swords one after another, and the light of the swords was cold, as if it was much colder than the snow.

In front of the middle-aged man in blue, there were many sect disciples standing straight in the wind and snow like swords. In front of them, a young man knelt before the throne, his expression respectful and solemn.

The young man looked quite young, but he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, but his cultivation was powerful and terrifying, and he had clearly reached the realm of half-step heavenly spirit.

In addition, what is even more terrifying is that the sword intent on his body is as thick as the ocean, and as sharp as a snow peak, making people dare not wipe its edge.

"Mu Han, you are the most talented in kendo among the juniors of my Northern Snow Mountain Villa, and I haven't let you out for eighteen years. It is raising a sword, the sword is not out of the sheath, once it is out of the sheath, it must make the entire southern region tremble, and my Northern Snow Mountain Villa is by no means a waste of fame. ”

The middle-aged man in blue said coldly: "This dragon feast, you have to kill at least fifteen." ”

"Fifteen, my goal is to be in the top ten, and if I don't make it to the top ten, everything is meaningless. ”

The young man kneeling on the ground had a terrifying cold face, and his words were even colder, making people unquestionable.

Shout!

At this moment, a sword light flew through the vast snow-capped mountains in the snow, and kept falling towards the mountain villa.

Wherever the sword light passed, all the agile flying snow in mid-air stopped, as if time had stood still. Even though the sword light was far away, the snow still didn't move where it walked.

"Senior brother!"

"Senior brother is back!"

When the disciples of the entire Beixue Mountain Villa saw this sword light, their eyes were full of excitement, and even Mu Han, who was kneeling on the ground, had a solemn look in his eyes.

The middle-aged man in blue with a solemn expression also showed a faint smile at this time.

The person who can make the disciples of the entire Beixue Mountain Villa call him a senior brother, except for Nangong Wanyu, naturally there is no one else.

The feast is coming, and the names on the Long Yun list that are thunderous have appeared one after another and returned to their respective sects.

In the undercurrent, the appearance of the Three Kings and Seven Ying Nangong Wanyu is destined to be only a beginning.