call!
Lin Yun closed his fists and stood up, exhaling a long mouthful of turbid air.
Qi is like a long snake, soft and winding away, but like a sword, sharp and not scattered.
Unconsciously, when Lin Yunxiu practiced Dragon Tiger Fist, he also gained a lot of depth.
"Seeing emptiness is not emptiness, but heart emptiness is emptiness, breaking the void seal, breaking the dragon and tiger in my heart, breaking the power of my heart!"
Looking at the clean bamboo forest in all directions, Lin Yun showed a satisfied look on his face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The four seals of the dragon and tiger fist are the seal of the immortal diamond, the seal of breaking the sky, the seal of subduing demons, and the seal of the heavens.
The two seals have been completed, and only the Demon Demon Seal and the All-Heaven Seal are left. Once the cultivation is successful, this Dragon Tiger Fist can be regarded as a true achievement!
The four seals can be used alone as martial arts, or they can be added to boxing techniques, or they can be superimposed on each other to form different combinations.
For example, the Immortal Demon Seal and the Vajra Imprint are superimposed to form the Vajra Immortal Immortal Imprint, and it can also be superimposed with the All-Heaven Imprint to evolve into the Vajra All-Heaven Imprint!
Even three seals and four seals can be superimposed at the same time, as long as the physical body can bear it.
"The leaders of the Xuantian Sect always practice the four seals first, and then practice boxing. I used to put the cart before the horse."
After Lin Yun mastered the two seals, there was a feeling of clearing the clouds and seeing the sun.
"It seems that there are only four seals, but in fact, there are many changes. When combined with the nine-style boxing, it is almost ever-changing. There is a Buddhist saying that a flower is a world, and a leaf is a bodhi. It looks like a flower, but it is actually a world, and it looks like a boxing method. In fact, it’s like a sea of smoke…”
After realizing something in his heart, his heart suddenly opened, and Lin Yun's fists continued to shine.
Bang bang bang!
He punches like electricity, sometimes like a dragon going out to sea, sometimes like a tiger jumping over mountains and seas. The sword intent that pervaded the four directions, under his fierce fist, was like rivers and lakes.
Because his fists contain sharp sword beams and the sword intent that he realized between life and death.
He is a combination of fist and sword, using the fist as the sword and the sword as the fist.
Gradually, his dragon-tiger fist with flowing water and turbulent waves, and walking in the courtyard like Young Master Liu Shang changed a little.
The boxing is dragon and tiger boxing, but the core is Lin Yun, the swordsman Lin Yun!
Not waving a fist, but throwing a sword, punching like a sword, sharp martial arts.
Mysterious and unpredictable, the Buried Sword Forest covered with deep spiritual patterns, under his fists, bloomed with a crystal clear streamer.
"The seal of subduing the demons! It is necessary to use the eminent Buddhist monks to be powerful and powerful to deter the demons. The mighty Buddha is so powerful that the demons are naturally afraid. I don't have the power of the Buddha, and I don't understand the principles of Buddhism. There is a sword that has gone through life and death, and has been tempered for thousands of years, but it is just right. Once this sword is out, it is like the rising sun, like the scorching sun, like the raging flames, like my heart, and it will go forward without fear of life and death!"
Lin Yun abandoned Buddhism and used his own reckless sword intent to derive the sound of subduing demons.
Whoa!
Behind him, the golden light and endless sword intent transformed into a radiant long sword.
I am not a Buddha, but I have a sword. I am not afraid of life and death, and I am not afraid of demons. I use my sword to subdue demons and destroy demons!
The sword is out, and the demon is printed.
Lin Yun looked solemn, his hands condensed into seals, and he shouted. The might of the Demon-fighting Sword behind him condensed into a hundred-foot giant sword in the palm of his hand, dazzling and mighty like the sky.
clang clang!
With the remaining power of the Demon Demon Seal lingering, Lin Yun clenched his hands with five fingers and threw a punch. The fist like a sharp sword, the long howl is endless, and the whole body is full of violent true essence, which evolves into the might of the sword that conquers the devil, and goes forward, whoever it is.
"Happy! This is the dragon and tiger fist that belongs to me, Lin Yun. This sword is powerful, not afraid of demons and evil, and will sacrifice my life. As long as the enemy's momentum is slightly flawed, it will fall apart in an instant, collapsing like a mountain torrent, and it cannot be controlled by oneself."
Lin Yun couldn't hide the joy on his face. It was quite smooth to comprehend this Demon Seal.
It's just a little different from Young Master Liushang's Demon Suppression Seal, but to Lin Yun, it's only strong and not weak, and it suits him the most.
rub rub!
He was blessed with the Demon Seal, and his fists continued to flow, and the fight was extremely happy.
The sun rises and sets, and time goes by in the sword burial forest, but Lin Yun ignores him and is completely immersed in the practice of Dragon Tiger Fist.
He discovered some little secrets, and he didn't know it was the reason why the Sword Burial Forest was full of spirit patterns and the sword intent was like a sea.
It is still his true essence. He has experienced the continuous refinement of the power of the years, and closely relies on the training of dragon and tiger boxing, and his cultivation has improved a lot.
It sounds rather weird.
The reason for this is that we can only ask Thirteen Masters after the incident.
"The seal of the heavens, this last seal is really mysterious. It is always incomprehensible..."
Unknowingly, seven days passed, and Lin Yun had all completed the Vajra Seal, the Void Seal, and the Demon Demon Seal. Do whatever you want, retract it freely, raise your hands and feet, you can easily seal.
Only the seal of the heavens, under the silk and cocoon, no silkworm chrysalis, but a mess, the deeper the circle.
In fact, Lin Yun was a little stunned...
Xuan Tianzong said that to practice dragon and tiger boxing, you must first cultivate the four seals, and you only need to practice one seal well, and then you can practice the nine-style ultimate move of dragon and tiger boxing.
Just like him, within a few days, he realized the mystery of the three seals, which can be said to be unique.
Even a genius like Liu Shan took a lot of time to develop the three seals. The last seal is even more painstaking. After escaping into Buddhism, he has to see the door, and after the completion of the four seals, he can achieve the illustrious name of Young Master Liu Shan.
Three days later, the Vajra Seal, the Void Seal, and the Demon Demon Seal, Lin Yun had already cultivated, reached the pinnacle of perfection, and was almost complete.
Only the seal of the heavens, still puzzled, had no choice but to give up.
He will not give up some persistence easily, but he is not pedantic. If you can't figure it out for the time being, don't worry about it, if you're stuck in it, resting on your laurels, the trouble will be big.
"Relying on the three seals of the dragon and tiger fist, plus the combination of the fist and the sword, I will be promoted to the second level of Xuanwu. I must have the capital to fight Ye Liuyun, and the odds of winning will be at least 70%!"
Lin Yun has a deep understanding of the power of the Three Seals, adding the true essence that has been refined by the power of the years.
He has absolute confidence and will not lose to Ye Liuyun.
"Is 70% enough?"
Not enough, absolutely not enough!
He promised Senior Sister Xinyan that he would kill Ye Liuyun, then Ye Liuyun would have to die, so he had to be 100% sure.
You have to practice the tyrannical sword, which hurts people even more.
In the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, how many people practiced this sword technique because of this, and suffered the backlash from the cultivation technique. It can be said that they are either dead or disabled.
That day, the elders of the pavilion prevented him from choosing this sword technique, just because he didn't want him to go astray.
Don't want him to die for it.
Putting the Bajian jade slip between his eyebrows, Lin Yun immediately opened a picture in his mind.
The picture is vast and boundless, the mountains and rivers in the painting are beautiful, the rivers are thousands of miles, there are cities, there are princes, there are empires, there are dynasties, and there are kings in the world. Dynasties collapsed, beacon fires continued, wars continued, princes fought for hegemony, and empires collided.
There will always be one person, and there will always be a sword, swaying the mountains and seas of thousands of miles, filled with domineering and unruly domineering that makes the world tremble.
Click!
This sword broke out of the picture, Lin Yun opened his eyes, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
His face paled, and he said softly to himself: "It's terrible... I haven't officially cultivated, so I can't stand the domineering lingering in the jade slip. I'm afraid the power of this sword is only in the beginning. You can defeat Ye Liuyun with one-half of the power!"
Closing his eyes, Lin Yun continued to comprehend while holding the jade slip of the exercises.
Dominant Sword, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, taboo martial arts, terrifying power, and unparalleled dominance. But there is only one trick...
No, it's a sword.
Thinking of the deacon on the third floor, he specifically explained that the tyrannical sword is not a move, but a sword.
What's the difference between a move and a sword
Could it be really meaningful...
As time passed, in the Sword Buried Forest, Lin Yun closed his eyes and comprehended, watching the battle of life and death approaching day by day.
But he was indifferent, comprehending this High Heavens Sword Pavilion, a tyrannical sword that has been cultivated by few people for thousands of years.
Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes suddenly opened.
"It is indeed a sword, not a move, but this sword is too long."
With a flash of light in his eyes, Lin Yun slowly got up, he broke a sword bamboo, used the green bamboo as a sword, and gestured casually.
The so-called one move, there is only one move, no matter how it changes, it is one move.
But a sword is not just one move.
A sword sweeping away is a sword; a sword sweeping the eight wastes is still a sword; a sword reaching the nine heavens is also a sword; a sword slashing the clouds is still a sword.
The green bamboo in his hand is getting slower and slower.
But as he slowly moved, the dense spiritual patterns in the depths of the Sword Burial Forest actually shuddered.
Suddenly, the ground shook continuously.
He leveled the world and shattered the eight wastes. Wei Ling was in the nine days and cut off the clouds. It seemed like a year had passed, and it seemed like a lifetime had passed.
But in Lin Yunzhong, it was just a moment, just a sword.
Suddenly, endless domineering burst out from his body, and the purple irises in his dantian are as thick as a mountain, and the light is as blazing as the sun.
Click!
He stabbed out with a sword, and the green bamboo in his hand exploded on the spot. In the sword burial forest, countless sword bamboos were cut off on the spot, like a sinner kneeling and breaking his feet.
This long sword, this domineering sword, the Eight Wildernesses, the Nine Heavens of Floating Clouds!
In front of the main building, a gust of wind swept past.
The long gray-white hair on the forehead of the Thirteenth Master swayed slightly. He opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Bajian? The little guy, it seems that he has started... However, this is not enough."
Boom!
His voice fell, and the gust of wind swept over the cold lake. The cold lake was like a mirror, and it shattered into traces, followed by a horrific wave.
The tree wants to be still, and the wind does not stop.
But after the wind stopped, the turbulent storm above the cold lake would not calm down easily either.
Just like Wang Ning's death, a month has passed, but the hatred in Wang Yan's heart has intensified.
The inner city of the imperial capital, the Wang clan.
On the martial arts field, Ye Liuyun was wearing a green shirt and an ancient sword, with a stern expression, he was fighting three against one!
The three of them are all descendants of the Wang family, and without exception, they have the triple Xuanwu cultivation.
But under Ye Liuyun's sword, he was in a state of embarrassment, extremely dangerous, and had no power to backhand.
Bang bang bang!
The sword is like a bright sun, dazzling. With a sword, the light exploded, as if the stars were broken, simulating a terrifying scene like a star explosion.
The martial arts field shattered, and the three elite leaders of the Wang clan spat out a mouthful of blood.
He passed out on the spot, the power of a sword can shatter the stars!
"It turned out to be a big success, this Ye Liuyun is indeed a rare talent, it is worth my money to spend a huge amount of resources on him. The broken star swordsmanship, the power of this broken star, can break the internal organs, enough to ignore the strength of the physical body. Lin Yun, no matter how strong your physical body is. , is in vain!"
A cold light flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.