Tianxuan Sword Saint is so powerful that even his true face is revealed.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and calmly said, "Senior...you're joking."

"Yaoguang's lineage is not like this, dare to do it and not recognize it?" Tianxuan Sword Saint sneered.

Master, what have you done?

Lin Yun smiled bitterly in his heart, and said embarrassingly, "Uncle Shi, I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Still acting stupid?"

Sword Saint Tianxuan said coldly: "Did Jian Wuming teach you like this? If you don't admit it, this saint will kill you now!"

boom!

The majestic murderous aura fell, and Lin Yun's body was immediately hit by the imprint of the turtle god, and there was a tendency to collapse at any time.

"Then the uncle will kill me."

Lin Yun said in a deep voice.

Buzz!

Without warning, a holy sword broke through the air and landed at the tip of Lin Yun's eyes in just an instant.

Lin Yuncanglong's sword heart had already sensed it, but after all, he didn't hide, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

The cold light at the tip of the sword was only a tad away from his eyes, and it would have been foolish to be an ordinary person.

Time seemed to stand still, shuh, Sword Saint Tianxuan waved his hand, and the holy sword withdrew again.

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your mercy."

"This saint is not showing mercy, just confirming your identity."

Sword Saint Tianxuan said indifferently: "Ye Guhan and Ye Qingtian are indeed closely related. He also pleaded for Ye Qingtian that day, and this saint did not kill him."

"But this saint had seen him a year ago, and he did have a secret when he sneaked into the holy immortal pond."

Lin Yun's complexion changed, and Sword Saint Tianxuan actually knew this.

"A person's talent can be accumulated, his cultivation can soar out of thin air, and his swordsmanship can go a thousand miles in a day. Only one thing is hard to change. Do you know what it is?"

"I don't know."

"It's the desire for life. He is a person who survives. Ye Qingtian has a great concern in his heart. Even if he suffers a great humiliation, he will still survive in the world."

Sword Saint Tianxuan said: "You are not, there is no such person in Yaoguang's lineage. When you started writing yesterday, this sage guessed about your identity, and Qinghe did not dare to see this sage. You didn't dodge the sword just now, this saint is already determined in his heart."

Lin Yun's eyes changed, noncommittal.

"If you want to pretend, just keep pretending. This saint doesn't bother to dismantle you, just like he didn't want to dismantle Jian Wuming back then." In the cold expression of Tianxuan Sword Saint, there is a trace of cold edge, that is The character and arrogance that only swordsmen have.

"From now on, you will be with me cultivating your sword." Sword Saint Tianxuan pondered.

"How long does it take to practice?"

"Let's talk about learning the thirteenth sword first."

Sword Saint Tianxuan was bathed in holy light again, becoming unfathomable, misty and distant like clouds and mist, and high above.

She took out the inkstone and lowered her head to write.

With the formation of the brush and ink, every stroke, one point, one horizontal, there is boundless holy light condensed.

Swish swish!

Six ink figures flew out of the paper holding the holy sword and killed Lin Yun.

However, it is exactly the same as Yaoguang's method of apprenticeship, except that Sword Saint Tianxuan is more ruthless.

The six ink and wash figures are all fierce and fierce, and they all use the Firefly Divine Sword.

And the sword intent is without exception, all reach the realm of the galaxy, and the cultivation base is in the realm of nirvana.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun suddenly had no other thoughts and rose up from the sky, but after landing, he was still surrounded by figures.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but soon began to complain to himself.

Whoosh!

But for a moment, there was a sword wound left on his body, blood was flying, and the stars and sword fire continued to burn on the wound.

Even with the Ssangyong Sacred Body, Lin Yun grimaced in pain, which was really uncomfortable.

The Sword Saint Tianxuan ignored it and continued to write. The Ink Man Shadow Sword move changed again, and it was still the Firefly Divine Sword. The second sword, the third sword, and the fourth sword were displayed one after another.

Even with Canglong Jianxin's warning, Lin Yun was still struggling to cope, and his injuries continued to increase.

On the square in front of the dust-free palace, the sword light is vertical and horizontal, and there are many figures.

Lin Yun pushed the Divine Art of Daily Sun to the limit, moving between square inches, almost divided into six.

But still at a loss, and finally at the seventh sword, the funeral flower in his hand was directly shot and flew out.

rub rub!

Six ink figures, holding swords from all directions, blocked him, unable to move for a moment.

"Is this the level of Yaoguang's disciples?"

Sword Saint Tianxuan stopped writing and said slightly mockingly.

The expression in Lin Yun's eyes was extremely dissatisfied, and he deliberately sacrificed the Canglong Sword Heart and unfolded the Golden Crow Sacred Wings.

But the moment he raised his head, he just collided with the other party's eyes, and the other party's expression was quite playful.

It seems that again, don't you like to pretend, depending on when you pretend, wait for Lin Yun to take the initiative to reveal his identity.

I put it on!

Lin Yun's temper also came up, he stretched out his hand and flicked the holy sword in front of him, then took two swords hard, and finally the funeral flower flew to block the remaining four swords.

"Tianxuan's lineage, is that just the case?"

Lin Yun's mouth curled into a smile, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

But he soon stopped laughing, and Sword Saint Tianxuan didn't talk nonsense with him and kept writing.

Then write, and then dance the sword.

When the twelve swords were finished, Lin Yun was covered in sword wounds, dripping with blood, and knelt on one knee with the sword in hand.

"Is there another sword?"

Lin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and pondered, the Thirteen Swords of Yinghuo still had ten thousand swords left to use.

"Rest for half a stick of incense and continue."

Sword Saint Tianxuan did not answer, and only let him rest for half a column of incense.

Then cycle again!

When the sun sets, the firefly swordsmanship has been repeated nearly a hundred times, and each time there are no thirteen swords and ten thousand swords.

This made Lin Yun even a little suspicious that the Sword Saint Tianxuan did not come to teach him swordsmanship, but purely to take revenge.

If he is willing to teach, he should also teach him ten thousand swords to return to one, the first twelve swords Lin Yun has already learned.

"Continue tomorrow."

Sword Saint Tianxuan rose from the sky, and did not stay for a moment.

Lin Yun took a deep breath, and after all, he didn't question anything, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to heal.

He is not one to admit defeat so easily.

...

the next day.

Sword cultivators from all over the place rushed to the Jade Sun Palace in groups of three or five. Today is the day when the Sword Saint Tianxuan is scrutinizing everyone, and no one dares to delay.

In two days, the three words left by Sword Saint Tianxuan that day have gained a lot from each.

Wang Ziyue came to Chen Zhong and whispered, "Have you seen Ye Qingtian?"

"No."

Chen Zhong shook his head.

Ye Qingtian is very eye-catching, if it really appears, it is impossible not to notice.

"It's weird, where did this guy go?" Wang Ziyue asked suspiciously.

He originally planned to invite Lin Yun to go with him today, but he threw himself away, and he still didn't see the latter after he came to the dojo.

"Don't worry, that guy will definitely come." Chen Zhong said indifferently.

Wang Ziyue looked at Sifang Jianxiu and muttered, "I don't know Shishuzu, why did he suddenly pay attention to the naming sword conference, and he never cared about it in the past so many sessions."

Chen Zhong smiled and said: "In the past, the ranking of Tiandao Sect was extremely poor. After all, it is not based on swords to establish sect. Maybe the uncle can't see it."

"Maybe."

Wang Ziyue responded casually, and his eyes swept around again, but he still didn't see Lin Yun's figure.

Gradually, others also noticed that Lin Yun had not arrived.

"What about people?"

Arriving early, everyone in the Ye family, who was full of anger, also looked surprised.

In the end, after the arrival of Sword Saint Tianxuan, Lin Yun was still absent.

Everyone's hearts were filled with doubts. Two hours later, when Sword Saint Tianxuan left, everyone in the dojo couldn't hold back.

"Why didn't Ye Qingtian come?"

"Isn't this guy afraid? He slipped so fast yesterday, he must be afraid that Brother Qinghong would trouble him..."

"I think nine times out of ten, I was driven away by my uncle!"

"After all, you are disrespectful to Uncle Shi in public. If Uncle Shi doesn't say it on the face, he must have long disliked him in his heart."

"After all, it's just a slut | thief."

So, the news that Ye Qingtian was swept out by Sword Saint Tianxuan spread like wildfire.

These people didn't know that the Sword Saint Tianxuan, who fled away, landed on the square in front of the dust-free palace after a few breaths.

On the square, Lin Yun's figure was divided into six parts, and everyone used the same sword technique, without exception, the Firefly Divine Sword.

wrong!

Tianxuan Sword Saint's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately found clues. It turned out that the swordsmanship of the six afterimages was different.

Although they are all firefly swords, even the same sword, the sequence of each sword is different, and the artistic conception of each sword is also slightly different.

In the chaos, a sword was cast in the past, and the space overlapped.

The power of the swordsmanship soared out of thin air, and the changing colors of the wind and clouds were scattered in the space, which was extremely scary to watch.

Sword Saint Tianxuan was fascinated for a while, and he vaguely saw it, as if he saw the shadow of Yaoguang back then.

Time and space are confused, the man has sword eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. He looked back and smiled and said: "Ziyuan, how is my swordsmanship, I broke your swordsmanship yesterday, only between the hands."

"You... have been practicing swords all night? You just don't want to lose to me?"

"There's no such thing as breaking your sword, why spend a night."

"Your hair is frosted..."

"This is Jianshuang, not frozen, come on, let's try again, I'm not one to admit defeat easily."

Swish!

Lin Yun put the sword back into its sheath, and found that Sword Saint Tianxuan didn't know when to arrive, and said with a smile, "Master Uncle, how is my swordsmanship."

Sword Saint Tianxuan woke up, his face changed, and his voice was much softer: "You have been practicing swords all night?"

"Naturally, I'm not someone who easily admits defeat." Lin Yun said in a loud voice, his eyes showing sharp edges.

Who knew that after saying this, Sword Saint Tianxuan was furious and sneered: "Your Yaoguang lineage really hasn't changed at all, can't you afford to lose? Why not lose once!"

Swish swish!

The Sword Saint Tianxuan started to write and ink again, and the figure of ink and wash came to kill again with a sword, but this time it was not the figure of Six Paths.

But there are eighteen figures in total!

Compared with yesterday, the difficulty has tripled, and the confident Lin Yun is directly taught to be a man.

The next time, every day.

Lin Yun said he was practicing swordsmanship, but he was actually being beaten, whenever Lin Yun felt he could handle it.

The Heavenly Jade Sword Saint immediately increased the difficulty and did not give him any chance to win.

In just seven days, the number of ink figures fighting against Lin Yun increased from six to seventy-two.

Invisibly, Lin Yun could feel that his Firefly Divine Sword was improving every day.

Even the daily divine art has skyrocketed a lot, and every time the limit is broken, the strength is advancing by leaps and bounds.

It's just that this inhuman teaching method brings not only physical exhaustion, but also mental frustration.

Several times Lin Yun couldn't hold it anymore, thinking about sacrificing the Canglong Sword Heart, sacrificing the Golden Crow Sacred Wing, sacrificing the Burial Astrology, and sacrificing the Supreme Dragon Seal.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and insisted abruptly.

It has to be said that such perseverance pays huge dividends.

In such a short time, his Firefly Divine Sword has all reached the realm of subtlety.

With his understanding of the Firefly Excalibur, Lin Yun had a lot of his own understanding, and he suddenly understood why he couldn't master the ten thousand swords.

The real essence of Wanjian Guiyi is not to change the many sword moves in front of them, to unite them all, and then to explode directly.

As a result, the power of sword moves has reached an unprecedented improvement.

The real meaning of it lies in the word "return to one". If you want to return to one, you must first return to zero.

Forget all the previous twelve swords, one sword and one sword, and then return to the first sword, the light of firefly.

like a circle!

After a circle, it seems to have returned to the original point, but in fact, after the circle is drawn, the firefly light that is pierced again is already completely different.

On the morning of the eighth day, Sword Saint Tianxuan stood in the air, watching that Lin Yun, who was practicing swords below, did not fall.

On the square in front of the palace.

rub rub!

Lin Yun walked twelve steps in a row, leaving an afterimage behind each step, and each afterimage struck a sword.

The afterimage was condensed, and from a distance, it looked like a firefly had walked out of its short life.

From the light of the firefly, to the snow of the Tianshan Mountains, to the blood of silver, to the silver light of the bright moon...

Many afterimages surround, just forming a circle.

In the thirteenth step, Lin Yun stepped back to the origin, many afterimages overlapped, and the myriad visions turned into the light of firefly again, and waited until a sword pierced out.

boom!

This sword seems to have life, it cannot be destroyed, the brilliance is bright, and the entire Wuchen Hall trembles under this sword.

"All swords come together, it's done."

Lin Yun was ecstatic, only feeling that the hard work was finally worth it.

The sword just stabbed out, and the void trembled, as if a door had been pushed open by him.

With a single sword, all methods became empty, but the real door slammed open, like a sudden enlightenment.

Sure enough, there is one more volume of Firefly Swordsmanship.

Going around in circles, the entire Yinghuo Thirteen Swords is just a key, used to open the real door of the Firefly Excalibur.

He couldn't wait for the arrival of Sword Saint Tianxuan, and when he looked up, he just saw the other party.

"Uncle Shi, Wan Jian returns to one, I will."

Lin Yun said quickly.

"It will take seven days. Yaoguang really taught a stupid apprentice."

Sword Saint Tianxuan was shocked. It took Bai Shuying a whole month to figure it out, but he did it in seven days.

It was another bowl of cold water. Lin Yun had already gotten used to it during this time, and said with a smile, "Master Uncle, what advice do you have today."

"Ye Qingtian, this sage asks you, how many words did this sage write in these seven days?"

Sword Saint Tianxuan stood in the air, answering the question.

"This……"

Lin Yun frowned slightly, he really didn't pay attention.

"I don't even remember how many words I wrote. Although Jian Wuming is as stupid as a pig, he won't be so distracted."

Sword Saint Tianxuan said coldly: "Remember, this sage wrote a total of 36 words, rotten wood is hard to carve, this sage punishes you for three days!"

Swish!

She turned her hands in the air, and the paper she had written on before unfolded like a picture.

Thirty-six picture scrolls and thirty-six ancient characters, like a cage of heaven and earth, imprisoned Lin Yun in them.

Each picture scroll releases a majestic splendor, and the handwriting contains the rhythm of the supreme Dao, the ancient meaning is vast, making people seem extremely small.

"Master Uncle..."

Lin Yun's head suddenly became big, and when he looked up, Tianxuan Jianshengli ignored him and floated away.

[The story of Tiandao Sect will take some time to write. Don't be impatient, everyone. There are actually a lot of content involved. There is Yaoguang's past, and there is also the foreshadowing of the main line, and there is the interaction between Lin Yun and Bai Shuying and Xinyan. In addition, everything the Sword Saint Tianxuan does today also has her purpose. When she first appeared, I buried a small hole. 】