Chapter 887

Thunder Cocoon, Qinglian, Sun and Moon!

With the vision of the purple iris blooming on the Qingxiao tree, and the immortal sword intent of Lin Yun, it is his own three swords.

Each of these three swords is comparable to, or even surpasses, the power of overlord-level fortune-telling martial arts, and with the promotion of his sword intent, he can go further.

Advanced martial arts of good fortune, even in the great world, are extremely rare existences. In addition to the super sect, other forces want to find, not only need financial resources and resources, but also need a chance.

In this road to the sky, perhaps only the existence of the higher realm has the advanced martial arts of good fortune.

If Lin Yun remembered correctly, the threshold for advanced fortune-telling martial arts was extremely high, at least when he reached the peak of the first level of Heavenly Soul, or even the second level of Heavenly Soul, before he could have nothing to worry about.

Otherwise, if you practice rashly, you will go crazy, and you will be abandoned before you hurt yourself.

For example, on the Qingxiao tree, the vision of the purple iris blooming, he could clearly feel the majestic power contained in it. But he didn't dare to vent it all out, the realm was not reached, and he couldn't use the power that didn't belong to him, otherwise he would definitely burst his body.

"A seven-day appointment, there are still two days left, but it's enough."

Lin Yun put away the jade slip and whispered to himself.

As a top-grade good-fortune-level swordsmanship, it is common sense that it cannot be practiced in two days. The qualifications are slightly poor, and it is very possible for a few months or even half a year.

But for Lin Yun, he has been enlightened for a long time, and he can do whatever he wants at any time. It's just that I haven't been able to realize the true meaning of it, and now I not only understand the true meaning of it, but also integrate my own insights.

When you practice, you must be handy.

Ten years of ascetic cultivation, and an epiphany, is a similar truth.

Lin Yun practiced Lei Cocoon first, which is the tenth sword of Qingxiao's thirteen swords. It is necessary to condense the wind and thunder sword intent into mist, and then condense it into silk. It takes a very powerful sword intent to have such delicate control.

With his perfect psychic sword intent, it is naturally more than enough, and does not require much effort.

After several attempts, the vast sword intent in Lin Yun's eyes formed a mist of water. His clear and bright eyes, shrouded in the mist, are like blurred stars in the night, dazzling and dazzling, looking very close, but they are separated by an endless distance.

"sword!"

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and grabbed the funeral flower from its sheath, which was tightly held in his palm.

There was only the Qingxiao Divine Tree with its trunk in the Zifu. One-third of its 108 branches were broken, and the broken branches were driven by two sword techniques. In an instant, it melted into a vast incomparable wind and thunder sword energy, and when it was poured into the body of the burial flower sword, it was instantly brilliant.

The dazzling thunder light made this underground performance field shine brightly, and there were dazzling thunder lights everywhere.

The sword in his hand is like a thunderous sun, which makes people dare not look directly.

Feeling the majestic power contained in the sword, Lin Yun's face was calm and calm, and he said softly, "Wind."

The sword qi of the wind in the wind and thunder sword qi exploded in an instant, tearing the thunder power to pieces. At the same time, Lin Yun's immortal sword intent was sacrificed. Let this shattered thunder light shatter but not scatter, and further condense it with sword intent.

boom!

When he swung his sword out, the wind and thunder sword gas turned into a thick fog, filling all the space of the entire underground martial arts field in one breath.

"The sword is like silk!"

At the most critical step, Lin Yun's expression became more solemn than ever before, his immortal sword intent continued to rage. The mist was continuously compressed and condensed, and soon it was condensed into a bunch of thunder light with the thickness of a finger. When the sword intent reached the psychic mastery, it was condensed into a strand of lightning sword silk with a length of one hundred meters.

Purple sword silk, as thin as long hair, almost transparent. Only when the light flickers, does it appear like a phantom.

hum!

The sword silk moved slightly, the silk thread played like a string, and a lot of dust burst in the air immediately. Its sharpness could even cut off the fine dust invisible to the naked eye.

Lin Yun sucked in a breath of cold air, his back felt cold, if the enemy had such means.

Even if he has a sword intent body protection, he is a little hard to guard against, and he will be cut into several pieces if he is not careful.

horrible.

call out!

The misty fog dissipated, and the hundred-zhang sword silk, spinning continuously, finally condensed into a thunder cocoon the size of a small fingernail.

The thunder cocoon is like a firefly, emitting a faint purple light, which is very beautiful.

Sword silk.

Thunder cocoon.

This formula was finally completed, and Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

Bang!

But at this moment of distraction, the thunder cocoon was out of control and exploded, and the lightning flashed away.

Pfft!

Lin Yun didn't even have time to dodge, and before he understood what was going on, he was instantly hit by the aftermath and spit out a mouthful of blood.

When he got up, his head was still buzzing, and his ribs were aching.

"How many times?"

Lin Yun smiled bitterly, but his eyes were filled with ecstasy.

He has never liked to follow the old path of his predecessors when practicing swordsmanship, at least he has to understand the true meaning of it, and there will always be some unexpected situations.

For example, the explosion of the thunder cocoon in front of him caught him off guard. If his physical body was slightly weak, he would be directly killed.

"Jiansi, Lei Cocoon... So it is."

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and he understood where the real threat of this move was. The sword silk was thinner than the hair. But it is terrifyingly sharp, and it may penetrate into the opponent's body without even the slightest pain.

But when it is in the opponent's body and condensed into a thunder cocoon, the immortals can't survive.

"I used about 30% of my strength, and I can only condense one strand of sword silk, and it is only a hundred feet. If I do my best, and after the vision of the basic double sword art, I should be able to condense four or five strands. Each strand is about It can reach three hundred feet."

Lin Yun's thoughts were like electricity, and he quickly calculated in his heart.

Three hundred feet is one thousand meters, and within one thousand meters, you only need to plant a thunder cocoon for your opponent. Even the leader of the first level of Heaven Soul will die in an instant. If the opponent is strong enough, then all five thunder cocoons will be planted in it.

If you want to avoid my move, you must either crush me directly, or be faster than my sword.

The sword silk is too thin and too sharp, and it can block or directly destroy the person, I am afraid that it is not far from crushing me.

But if you want to crush me, you must at least have the second level of Heavenly Soul, and the two great seven seas will be activated at the same time. The pressure alone made it difficult for me to even draw a sword.

However, this is the road to the sky, and the most important thing is genius. It is difficult for those high realms to guarantee that there will be no monsters against the sky.

"You still have to work hard, the three swords of slashing the sky must be practiced as much as possible."

Lin Yun calmed down, retracted his thoughts, and began to practice the second sword of the three swords, Qinglian.

Qinglian, the wind and thunder are like rain, the sword energy is like a lake, and the leaves fall into lotus.

If the thunder cocoon is so delicate that it makes people shudder, then this green lotus is a kind of grand spirit. The pursuit is a kind of ethereal but grand image, the water blooms, and the moment is eternal.

"Senior Jian Wuya, what kind of existence is he?"

Lin Yun savoured the image of this move carefully, and with a glimpse of this senior, he broke through such an amazing sword technique, and he deeply felt his own insignificance.

After practicing Thunder Cocoon, Lin Yun came to practice this Qinglian again, and it felt a little more natural, not so obscure.

After half a day.

In this huge martial arts field, it suddenly started to rain, and the rain quickly accumulated into a lake. Every drop of rain and dew contains the ultimate wind and thunder sword energy, which is transparent and colorless, and this 100-zhang lake is all piled up by rain and dew, and it looks as clear as a mirror and peaceful.

"Baizhang..."

Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and said softly, "One hundred zhang should be my limit. This move consumes too much real energy, and requires a lot of mood. If I can't be happy, this means that The vast lake of sword energy will devour me first."

He slowly got up, and the ethereal lake with a view of a hundred meters was fleeting. This kind of lake, even Lin Yun, can only last for such a moment, and it will be drained by him after a long time.

In other words, I want to swing my sword out of the sheath at this moment, so that the water blooms, and the moment is eternal.

And I can't be in a hurry, I have to have an ethereal heart and wait for the leaves to turn into lotus. But the water in this lake can only last for a moment, and the speed of leaves falling must be very slow. The two are relatively contradictory.

If he just cultivates to a small success, it is very simple, and it is enough to keep the water in the lake only ten feet long. But obviously, Xiaocheng's Qinglian couldn't understand the imagery, and couldn't reach the spirit of Senior Jian Wuya.

Among the jade slips, Senior Jian Wuya was a thousand-zhang green lake back then, with leaves falling into lotus. The flowing water blooms, and the moment is eternity. The sword light of that sword is brighter than the stars in the sky, and it has not dissipated for a long time.

"Senior Jian Wuya, you are really difficult for a strong man."

Lin Yun's face was calm, and he didn't mean much bitterness. On the contrary, he liked this kind of challenge very much.

He is also convinced that he can do it, these three swords are no longer Qingxiao's thirteen swords, but his own three swords of Zhantian.

On the Qingxiao tree, purple irises bloom.

Lin Yun closed his eyes, and behind him was the Qingxiao Divine Tree, with purple petals dotted on the branches like fallen leaves. With this sword Qinglian, what he will drop will not be the leaves of Qingxiao, but the petals of the purple kite, hundreds of petals condensed from the thirteen-folded purple kite sword art.

The wind and thunder are like rain, and the sword energy is like a lake!

Almost a breath of time, a lake with a radius of 100 meters appeared under Lin Yun's feet, clear and transparent, as smooth as a mirror.

The God of Qingxiao was erected in the center of the lake, above the branches of the tree, and the purple petals showed a slight chill, which was not enchanting.

Lin Yun under the tree, dressed in a green shirt, eyes closed, long hair floating with the breeze. There is no killing intent on his body, let alone an edge, just like an immortal who has fallen into the world, washed out of lead and splendor, simple and unpretentious.

But his smooth, jade-like, white palms were finally held on the hilt of the sword.

Sword Name Funeral Flower!

Half a lifetime of duckweed dies with water, and a famous flower is buried in the cold rain overnight. The soul is Liu Mian blowing and breaking, you go and I stay, two autumns.

Lin Yun opened his eyes, his eyes were misty, and for a moment, the wind came silently.

The lake water flows, and the petals on the trees are scattered like fallen leaves. I don't know when they have fallen on the lake surface, turning into lotus flowers and blooming, just like the catkins that turn into duckweeds when they enter the water.

The wind and thunder sword qi fell again like raindrops, and in the strong wind and rain, the leaves on the trees kept falling.

Like withering, like rebirth, at the moment of death, it turns into a lotus blossom.

In the ethereal and grand vision, Lin Yun held the funeral flower in his hand and swung out with a sword.

Boom!

The entire underground space shook violently, and the ancient restrictions in the stone wall suffered a huge impact, countless rocks peeled off, and cracks spread.

In an instant, the impact spread, and the entire colossus square in Thunderfire City vibrated violently.

One after another, the stone buildings and palaces collapsed in an instant in this violent fluctuation, and immediately set off a shocking wave.

The ancient prohibition blocked the bursting sword power, but the sword light penetrated through the ground.

Whoa!

The light bursting from the ground illuminated every piece of rubble brilliantly in the night, and the ancient and magnificent giant statue of the dragon was even more covered with a dazzling layer of divine light, which set off the entire sky of Thunder Fire City. .

"My God, what the hell is going on?"

"Is the dragon colossus alive?"

"Could it be that there is a strange treasure going to be born in the underground of this Dragon City?" At this moment, the entire Thunder Fire City was shocked, and countless figures rose up in the sky, all stunned. He was shocked by this terrifying vision.