Chapter 167

The white fox face, smiling like a demon.

Yue Weiwei, who had already left, had never gone far, and followed Lin Yun secretly.

The strength displayed is deeply shocking and shuddering.

In the Qingyang Realm, she was only afraid that she was deliberately suppressing her cultivation and was hurt by the ban in the tomb palace.

If Lin Yun was here, he might not be too surprised.

In the gloomy wind, he wondered how Yue Weiwei had the forbidden technique of swallowing the sky.

Guessing the true identity of this woman is definitely not easy.

But obviously, Lin Yun, who is in the helm of Mingguang Pavilion, will definitely not know what happened in this North Point Square.

three days.

He has been cultivating in the Mingguang Pavilion, practicing innate high-grade martial arts and thunder-tone swordsmanship.

According to Tong Hu, there are five types of swordsmanship, namely Gusty Wind, Falling Flowers, Flying Snow, Chasing the Moon and Shenxiao. The lethality is terrifying, and the comprehension requirements are quite high, making it difficult for anyone to practice it.

Even Lin Yun, for a long time, only mastered the first two styles, Gusty Wind and Falling Flowers.

The power of the two swords is not bad, the gust of wind, which has long been practiced to the point of pure green. In one breath, nine nine eighty-one swords can be swung out, and the sword wind oscillates, adding to each other, like the sound of thunder.

This sword move is brave, fierce and domineering, and its lethality is extremely terrifying.

It is enough to show the advantages of Lin Yun and Ziyuan Sword Art incisively and vividly.

Falling flower style is slightly restrained, different from the external domineering of Gufeng style, and it pursues artistic conception more. It seems poignant and soft, but in fact, once locked by the Qi machine, this move has almost no possibility of dodging.

In the moment of falling flowers and withering, either death or injury. It's better to use it as a slay.

In the first two styles, Lin Yun has mastered it proficiently, reaching the point where he can send and receive freely, and his sword can follow his heart.

The last three moves, Feixue, Chasing the Moon and Shenxiao, were the focus of Lin Yun's three-day attack.

The four moves in front of Leiyin Swordsmanship seem to be romantic, but they are quite elegant and not sharp. But in fact, Lin Yun already knew the true meaning of this sword technique.

Whether it's a roar of wind or thunder, or a moment of falling flowers, there is only one word for the true meaning.

Attacking it unprepared, it was so suffocating that people could only respond hastily, and in the end, it was very unwilling to be beheaded.

Flying Snow and Chasing the Moon, on the basis of the previous two styles, brought this true meaning to the extreme.

For the past three days, Lin Yun has been practicing the sword all the time.

No matter how strong the technique is, if there is no sword move, it is impossible to show its power.

The Mingguang Pavilion split the helm, and in a quiet training ground, Lin Yun was fighting with a puppet.

Lin Yun is no stranger to organ puppets.

There are many puppets in the office hall in Qingyunzong for the disciples to cultivate.

The organ puppet in front of him is not the same.

It is the rudder of the entire Mingguang Pavilion, the only puppet with a half-step porch cultivation level.

The entire body is made of special metal, which has been smashed and trained. Even if Lin Yun hit the peak, it would be difficult for him to leave fatal scars on the puppet.

In the past few days, if you persist for about half an hour, you will lose.

The puppet defense is too amazing, and it is inherently invincible.

According to Ming Ye, even if it is a half-step porch elder who split the helm, it is not easy to hold on for half an hour.

Blast!

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Yun's sword stance was condensed into an unmatched half-step sword intent. Ninety-nine-eighty-one sword lights were pierced, and a violent storm erupted, waiting for a moment when the sword shadows overlapped.

A thunderous sound resounded in this quiet training room.

Chi Chi!

Without stopping, he stabbed three swords in a row, and each sword contained eighty-one sword shadows. It looks like there are only three swords, but in fact, hundreds of sword lights overlap.

The burial foil sword with a heavy sword force stabbed at the organ puppet, making three loud noises.

clang clang!

The organ puppet, under this terrifying offensive, retreated more than ten steps in a row. On the surface of the body, the criss-crossing sword marks were added with several new marks.

boom!

But after the organ puppet stood firm, it launched a fierce counterattack, and the long spear in his hand rotated in a circle, and then picked it up fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, the cold and cold spear tip expanded infinitely in Lin Yun's field of vision.

clang!

Hengjian picked up, Lin Yun's wrist trembled slightly and avoided.

Whoosh whoosh!

The long spear was like a storm, and it stabbed in, and the heavy spear awn was killed in waves.

On the ring, there was a clanging sound of metal collisions, and Lin Yun was forced backwards step by step.

rustle!

At the door of the training room, a figure quietly appeared, it was Ming Ye, the young master of Mingguang Pavilion.

Looking at Lin Yun on the stage, Ming Ye smiled. In the past few days, Lin Yun would challenge this puppet if he made a little progress every day.

From the beginning, ten moves were defeated, and now he has been able to persist for half an hour.

But if you want to go further, you can't do it.

Seeing that Lin Yun was about to lose, Ming Ye smiled slightly and walked forward, preparing to tell the other party some news.

boom!

But at this moment, the aura of Lin Yun on the ring suddenly changed.

The fierce offensive of the organ puppet was obviously a bit of a pause, and it became a little stiff.

"It's so cold, is it snowing?"

In the huge training room, the coldness dropped sharply, and the swords floating on the arena in the dimness were like white clouds rolling and surging in the sky, constantly changing. The scattered sword glow, along with the sword in Lin Yun's hand, flew like snowflakes.

Like clouds rising, snow flying, clouds rising and snow flying.

Thunder Sound Swordsmanship, the third style, Feixue!

Boom!

The sword in Lin Yun's hand was wrapped in a sword glow like snow, rolling away like a sea of ​​clouds in the sky. The sharp sword move, both the agility of snow, and the vastness of the sea of ​​clouds, forced the puppet, retreating again and again.

"what?"

Ming Ye let out a sigh, his pupils widened, and the puppet was forced to retreat from the ring.

Could it be that Lin Yun could officially shoot down this puppet in just three days?

Thunder sound swordsmanship, chasing the moon, the peak of fast, chasing the stars and the moon!

Feixue forced the puppet back, Lin Yun let out a soft drink, and swung the long sword in his hand. People are like cranes, a sword is flying into the sky, and it is close to Ming Ye's eyes, unable to catch it.

The vision still stayed at the place where Lin Yun was standing, his real body, with the sword in his hand, killed the organ puppet.

It was as if the stars and the bright moon had been left behind by him.

With a swaying sound, a deep sword mark was left on the body of the organ puppet, which was shaken off the ground by the sword.

Bang!

After it fell, it was like a heavy mountain, smashing the arena to the brink.

Lin Yun looked around, only to see a puppet, and he was about to step down from the ring.

He couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile, jumped lightly, and landed on the ground.

In three days, I finally mastered the two styles of Flying Snow and Chasing the Moon.

Only the last form, Shenxiao, will be complete.

Shenxiao, the sword is in the cloudy sky, the divine voice is like thunder... Lin Yun felt that he was still a little warmer.

In a short time, I am afraid it is difficult to grasp.

The mastery he expects is not simply to display, but to be able to send and receive at will, which can be used in actual combat.

"Congratulations Brother Lin, this Thunder Sound Sword Technique has gone a step further."

When Lin Yun wiped his sweat, Ming Ye stepped forward and smiled.

"You're welcome, if you didn't have this puppet, Brother Ming, you wouldn't be able to make progress so fast." Lin Yun put his sword back into its sheath and responded with a smile.

"Don't bury me, it has nothing to do with me as a puppet."

Ming Ye laughed and scolded, and said solemnly, "I'm here to tell you something."

"Has the blood dragon horse fully recovered?"

"It's still a few days away, so I'm here for something else, which even disturbed my father in this sect."

"Oh?"

Lin Yun raised his brows, Ming Ye's father, the pavilion master of Mingguang Pavilion.

It can be regarded as Qingyang County, there are several big people, and even the other party is disturbed by anything.

Ming Ye said sternly: "Jin Yanzong and Xueyunmen two Xuanwu-level elders came to inquire about the truth, but they all died in the North Point Square. Among them, there is also your great enemy, Yan, who issued a blood-colored killing order to you. Teng."

Hearing this, Lin Yun's expression changed slightly.

"Isn't it yours?"

"No, with the strength of Mingguang Pavilion, unless my father takes action personally. Otherwise, it is very difficult to really kill Yan Teng. If the strength is not much higher, the opponent will be desperate to escape, and it will not be able to be caught."

"so what?"

"My father wonders if someone is secretly protecting you."

Lin Yun shook his head and said, "No, I am alone in Qingyang County, and I have never made such a powerful helper."

In his mind, the girl with charming eyes like crescent crescents has already emerged.

He was quite surprised, if someone secretly shot, he could only think of Yue Weiwei.

However, when it comes to this woman, it's better not to show it in front of Ming Ye.

"This is strange, hehe, but it's always a good thing. The two sects each killed a Xuanwu-level elder, and if you want to counterattack, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult."

Ming Ye didn't delve into it, a smile appeared on his face again.

"By the way, this is for you."

Thinking of something, Ming Ye smiled and handed Lin Yun a heavy storage bag.

Lin Yun took it over curiously, checked it a little, and saw that it was densely packed with Xiantian Pills! The number is huge, and it is difficult to count in the blink of an eye.