Perhaps it was because Lin Yun mastered the complete sword intent and was recognized by the Sword Burial Forest.
The formation that contained great murderous intent and sword intent disappeared quietly, and this place was like an ordinary bamboo forest.
However, to go to the bamboo building in front of you, it is still not careless.
"Be careful."
"Hey, just wait for this sentence."
Li Wuyou was agile and hung on the green bamboo a hundred feet high, and swung a few times with force. Like a spirit ape, after a few ups and downs, it floated into the small courtyard of the bamboo building with incomparable lightness.
Holding the blood dragon horse and looking at the surroundings, Lin Yun walked slowly towards the small courtyard.
The yard was empty, except for the simple two stone platforms, there was only a bamboo building built with water.
"It's cold enough here."
Li Wuyou walked around, shook his body, and sighed softly.
His eyes lit up and he searched everywhere.
Not to mention the treasures of heaven and earth, there are not even a few weeds in this place, let alone any monuments.
"Brother, I'll go take a look at this house."
Li Wuyou rolled his eyes, looked at Lin Yun who was touching the stone platform, and asked softly.
"Are you sure? No one is allowed to live in this place, maybe the owner hasn't gone far."
"Impossible, this ghost place is terribly cold, who would live here for a long time. At most, I will experience it occasionally. I'll go in. Don't blame me for some of the treasures I find."
Li Wuyou was carefree and rushed directly into the bamboo building.
He only hoped that this place once lived in some seniors and masters, and if he left anything casually, it would be considered a great bargain.
Lin Yun retracted his gaze and landed on the stone platform again.
The surface of the stone platform is painted with messy textures, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is natural or blessed by later generations.
In this small courtyard, after looking around, Lin Yun came to the lake.
The cold lake was shrouded in mist, and only the tip of the iceberg could be seen, and it was all shrouded in mist.
"It's a bit like a maze on the edge. I'm afraid I can't go deep into this cold lake, but I can be sure that there is a ghost in this place!"
The icy chill that pierced through the bones made Lin Yun believe that there must be a yin evil.
However, unlike the Yin Sha at the bottom of the abyss in the Yin Wind Stream, the Yin Sha in this place is completely sealed.
There is no flaw, unlike the seal of Yinfengjian, which is too damaged.
As a result, Yinfengjian became a Jedi, with turbulent currents and turbulent currents, and it was also a nine-death life when it fell into the Xuanwu realm.
After thinking about it, Lin Yun returned to the two stone platforms again and observed it carefully for a moment.
After a while, the slight gap between the two stone platforms was captured by him keenly.
"This one is obviously used a lot, and the surface is much smoother..."
It seems that there are indeed people here, using Yin Sha to cultivate.
Frost attribute exercises can use Yin Sha, which has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.
The available efficiency is far less than the swallowing technique he cultivated.
That is the power of devouring, directly swallowing the power of Yin Sha, how much.
"I don't have a hair at all. I don't know which old ghost lives in this place. I can really be poor..."
Li Wuyou, who was full of joy, walked out with a gloomy face, greatly disappointed.
Lin Yun said with a faint smile: "This bamboo forest is a treasure land. Although the formation is temporarily suspended, the sword intent contained in the green bamboo is still there. If you practice swordsmanship here, you will definitely improve rapidly."
"It makes sense, but how do we two get out?"
Li Wuyou looked at the hazy mist on the cold lake and frowned softly.
"Not urgent."
Lin Yun is really not in a hurry. He has just mastered the complete sword intent, and he still needs to stabilize it.
"Does anyone live here?"
Li Wuyou asked with some guilty conscience.
Lin Yun didn't answer him, and went straight to the bamboo forest, without saying a word, and started cultivating directly.
Such a treasure, how can you waste time.
After he came out of Qingyunzong, he had never suffered such a big blow, and he was forced to go to heaven and earth, and he had nowhere to go.
Even bullying in public, under the attention of countless eyes, made him rush to the cold indifference in his heart.
Whether it's for himself, for the blood dragon horse, or for Li Wuyou, he can't swallow this breath!
Wang Ning, Huangfu Jingxuan, Feng Haoyu, Mo Qingyun, Han Mo and Han Feng… all of them could not be spared.
Strength, which he urgently needs now, to enhance his own strength.
clang!
He placed the sword box behind him heavily on the ground, stretched out his hand, and held the burial foil in his hand.
Thunder sound swordsmanship, strong wind!
With a flick of the wrist, the dense sword shadows suddenly erupted like a hurricane. Under the blessing of complete sword intent, Lin Yun stabbed out ninety-nine-eighty-one swords in one breath.
When the sword shadows overlap, the piercing thunder sound oscillates in all directions.
On Lin Yun, the wind was strong, the smoke and dust billowed, and the floating clouds were surging.
not enough!
The light in his eyes flickered, Lin Yun let out a long roar, and in one breath, stabbed nine swords in a row.
rub rub!
He pushed the Ziyuan Sword Art to the extreme, and the sword intent was all over his body, like a giant dragon overturning the river and the sea, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains.
Boom!
Burying the foil sword in his hand makes people dizzy quickly, and his vision cannot be captured at all.
Nine thunder sounds resounded at the same time, forming one continuous line.
The ground rumbled and swayed, and the green bamboo swayed, swaying from side to side, and the magnitude was staggering.
"Oh my God… "
In the courtyard, Li Wuyou was stunned and stunned. The complete sword intent was so terrifying.
Let Lin Yun's swordsmanship, a kind of high mountain, completely unable to match the frustration.
The most terrifying thing is that the nine thunder sounds condensed, and Li Wuyou's mind hummed and exploded.
It is no longer like a sword move that can be displayed in the innate realm.
Shaking his head, Li Wuyou said: "Someone said before that Bai Lixuan killed the disciples of the Xuanwu realm with the innate Qiqiao realm. I still don't believe it..."
Now that I can see the swordsmanship that Lin Yun is using, I can't believe it.
The complete sword intent is so terrifying!
Thunder sound swordsmanship, falling flowers!
Lin Yun, whose sword intent was surging like a river, suddenly froze, and the gust of wind stopped abruptly.
When Li Wuyou felt that Lin Yun was going to rest for a while.
His sword moved again.
Falling flowers are for a moment, falling flowers are only for a moment, and they are born to death. Lin Yun, who came out of the sword, was like a fallen flower that withered, living toward death, just for this moment of peerless poignant beauty.
This time, not only the sword, but also Lin Yun, who was holding the sword, was almost invisible.
"It will be soon again."
Li Wuyou raised his brows, keenly aware that with the deepening of swordsmanship, Lin Yun's sword and the person holding the sword became faster and faster.
Thunder sound swordsmanship, flying snow!
Like clouds rising, snow flying, clouds rising and snow flying.
In the bamboo forest, the chill dropped suddenly, and Lin Yun's sword intent spread out, like a surging white cloud, changing constantly. The scattered sword awns danced with sword energy like snowflakes.
The sword in his hand rolled away with the sword glow like snow fluttering.
There is both the agility of snow and the vastness of the sea of clouds. In the fast, there is a little more spirituality.
With a sword, the hundred-zhang green bamboos in front of them all bent down.
When Lin Yun retracted it a little, the green bamboo, which was full of toughness and contained majestic sword intent, bounced back violently.
Bang!
Hundreds of green bamboos swayed at the same time, continuous sword intent, swept towards Lin Yun.
"Chasing the moon!"
Lin Yun smiled slightly, and the fourth move of Leiyin swordsmanship was displayed in his hands.
Fast to the peak, chasing stars and months!
Under the blessing of Sword Intent, Lin Yun's figure slammed and disappeared. It was as if the stars and the moon had been left behind by him, waiting until they appeared again.
The sword intent of the green bamboo has been broken and appeared a hundred meters away.
"It just broke like this..."
Li Wuyou touched his chin, feeling incredible, the sword intent gathered by hundreds of green bamboos, with Lin Yun's strength, was definitely impossible to follow.
But at an unbelievable speed, he rushed over and opened a gap.
God Xiao!
The final style of the Thunder Sound Sword Technique, the divine sound is like thunder, shattering the sky!
After a complete set of Thunder Shadow Swordsmanship was used, the blade of the burial foil kept vibrating, and the four styles of wind, flower, snow, and moon came down, and the blade vibrated, reaching an unprecedented level.
Lin Yun waved it smoothly, like a crane spreading its wings and an antelope hanging its horns, seemingly relaxed and freehand.
But when he swung it out, the trembling sword body erupted with a loud noise that was completely comparable to thunder. It was like a blast of thunder, not in the sky, but in his hands, rising out of thin air.
boom!
The terrifying thunder sound, with a lot of sword intent, exploded. Suddenly, the sound resounded in all directions, and the green bamboos exploded inch by inch.
After Lin Yun retracted his sword, not a single green bamboo stood in a radius of 1000 meters, and all of them collapsed.
The sword intent contained in the green bamboo is agitating everywhere. A trace of ancient rhyme lines flickered on the ground, swallowing these terrifying sword intents silently.
Otherwise, the sword will slash wildly, and the entire bamboo forest will be destroyed.
"The sound of the gods is like thunder, shattering the sky, and the swordsmanship of thunder sound is finally complete."
Looking at the broken bamboo on the ground, Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
He had already understood the true meaning of the last style. It can be understood and understood, if there is no complete sword intent to suppress the trembling sword body, the thunder-like sound of the gods, it is not Yunxiao that shatters, but Lin Yunben.
Li Wuyou came over with surprise, looking around, full of shock.
After a long time, he smiled bitterly: "The complete sword intent is really terrifying. If I don't reach the Xuanwu realm, I won't dare to go to you even if I shoot a horse."
"not enough."
Putting the sword back into its sheath, Lin Yun said something calmly.
not enough
Li Wuyou scratched his head, why wasn't it enough, he was obviously already a little terrifying.
He didn't know that Lin Yun already had the will to kill Wang Ning in his heart at this moment.
There were also Huangfu Jingxuan, Feng Haoyu, Han Mo and Han Feng, and he didn't want to let any of them go.
"someone is coming!"
"where?"
Li Wuyou was startled, looked up, and saw misty water. A fishing boat, carrying an old man, came ashore through the vast mist.
"Go over, you have to figure out what's going on in this place."
Lin Yun stepped forward quickly and walked towards the old man's Zhulou courtyard.
Li Wuyou looked embarrassed, gritted his teeth, and followed.
The old man strolled over with a fish basket on his back. He took off his hat and hung it on a bamboo pole, revealing a weather-beaten face.
Black and white hair, a shaggy beard, and an old scarf tied around his forehead.
Seeing Lin Yun and Li Wuyou, their expressions were unwavering and unchanged. He glanced at Lin Yun lightly, looked at the mark between his eyebrows, and said with a self-deprecating smile, "It's actually a sword slave who stepped into my sword burial forest."
When the voice fell, he ignored the two and walked directly to the bamboo building.
It's over...
In the bottom of Li Wuyou's heart, there was a sudden wailing, and he didn't dare to look at it.