Behind the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, there is a mighty mountain range called the Silent Mountain. ?network
This mountain range is well-known in Qintian County, not only High Heaven Sword Pavilion, but the other three sects are also built on the edge of this mountain range, but the orientation is different.
This annihilation mountain range monster is vertical and horizontal, stretches wide and stretches all the way, and even runs through several surrounding empires.
On weekdays, there will be many sect disciples who practice here. Fight monsters, practice martial arts, and accumulate bloodthirsty aura.
It's just that the metropolis chose the edge area. The depths of this mountain range are full of dangers, and at the core, even the elders of the various sects of the purple house are afraid to set foot easily.
The gray fog persists all year round, forming a poisonous miasma. From time to time, there will be vigorous animal roars, which make people palpitate.
The scorching sun hangs high, and the fierce sunlight falls on the gray poisonous miasma, reflecting the colorful colors. At first glance, the bright and colorful fascinated light, shrouded in the poisonous miasma, is extremely strange.
The terrifying poisonous miasma is one of the important reasons why sect disciples dare not go deep.
If the cultivation base is not good, or even unable to stay for a long time, the accumulation of miasma will form a deadly toxin in the body.
Amidst the poisonous fog, on a deserted hill, Lin Yun stood with his sword box on his back and his hands behind his back.
After saying goodbye to the Xinyan brothers and sisters, he did not rest, and went out with the blood dragon horse.
Seven days later, it will be Princess Fenghua's birthday banquet. She wants to improve the Shuiyue swordsmanship in such a short period of time.
Naturally, we can't follow common sense, we have to find a dangerous place to practice swordsmanship with actual combat.
The Silent Mountain was the place he had chosen.
Before he knew it, he stayed in the mountain range for three days, and Lin Yun practiced the Shuiyue swordsmanship almost all the time.
The power of the spirit-level swordsmanship is indeed powerful, and it shows amazing power just at the beginning.
But it is also the same as what Tang Tong said, it is indeed strong and weak, elusive and very strange.
If ordinary people encounter such troubles, they will definitely yell at them, and quickly find a way to choose another swordsmanship.
But Lin Yun didn't do this. He didn't eat or drink for three days and three nights. He had another insight in this vast mountain.
"Wind has no form, clouds are impermanent; mountains have power, but water has no form."
Vaguely, Lin Yun felt that the so-called Shuiyue swordsmanship was suddenly strong and weak. Not only is it not its disadvantage, but it is one of its advantages. The mountains are powerful, majestic and heavy, but the water is invisible, but it is ever-changing, accommodating all things and accommodating hundreds of rivers.
A visible mountain can only accommodate the green grass and trees in the mountain, and the invisible water is still in it, but it can accommodate all things in the world.
Which is higher or lower, let’s not talk about it for the time being, this Shuiyue swordsmanship must have another way, not what Tang Tong said.
He has cultivated this Shuiyue sword technique to the highest level, and the power is stable and cannot be changed. Compared with other sword techniques, it is far from the same. He must have practiced in the wrong direction.
Above the hill, Lin Yun's eyes fell on the gray poisonous mist thousands of meters away. In the fog, two ferocious and huge black shadows fought together, bursting out a harsh roar.
Occasionally, there were violent collisions, and there were loud noises, terrifying roars, and terrifying evil spirits.
Whoosh!
A monster figure broke through the poisonous fog, smashed dozens of ancient trees that supported the sky, and appeared in Lin Yun's field of vision.
The monster beast was covered with pitch-black fur, and the black fur was covered with blood-colored spots, making it look very ugly. Its body is huge, more than ten feet tall, with blood holes and fangs, and its purple pupils are as bright as crystals.
"Black blood demon wolf, the top six-level Xuanwu monster."
The breeze blew by, lifting up Lin Yun's forehead, dressed in a long gown, and making a sound of hunting.
Boom!
The ground shook suddenly, a beast several times bigger than the Black Blood Demon Wolf. Shaped like a leopard, his body was burning with raging fire, and he walked slowly, his eyes fixed on the black blood demon wolf.
call out!
Its gaze glanced at Lin Yun who was hundreds of meters away, with contempt in its eyes. There was a roar without warning, and the flame energy in the air, under its roar, continued to converge towards Lin Yun.
When it was about to be approached, it condensed into a dazzling fireball like a meteor, and crashed down.
Whoosh!
The huge pressure contained heat waves, and before it fell, a boundless gust of wind swayed on the hills.
A strange gleam flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, but it was a rare mutant magic-printed leopard, whose manipulation of the fire attribute was very subtle.
No wonder, the black blood demon wolf is not very attractive in front of it.
"But this fireball is threatening me?"
Lin Yun shook his head and said softly, "I didn't come here to collect fishermen."
The magic-printed leopard thought he was here to pick up a bargain, and deterred him in advance, wanting him not to disturb his eating.
He wants to practice swordsmanship and test his understanding of the Shuiyue swordsmanship in the past three days in actual combat.
break!
The real essence was surging, dragons roared and tigers roared. In the low mountain top, a shocking trend suddenly erupted and rushed into the sky.
Lin Yun clenched his fingers tightly, raised his hand, and blasted out a fist, shattering the fireball.
Click!
The sparks in the sky, like fireworks withered, fell in mid-air, but they burned up before they landed.
The two monsters who were about to fight were startled and turned their heads to look over.
On the top of the mountain, the youth in green clothes stood with his fists closed, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like shooting stars, and between his eyebrows, his edge was wanton.
Woohoo!
In the black blood demon wolf's amethyst-like eyes, a flash of fear flashed, and he told it intuitively. The young man in front of him is even more terrifying than the magic-printed leopard. If he is not careful, he will be killed by him.
Before the event, the demon-printed leopard, who was obviously disdainful, had clearly become cautious in his eyes.
The two monsters looked at each other and seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.
Whoosh!
The magic-printed leopard's flames skyrocketed, and with a scorching and violent aura, it flew up on the ground. Its huge body did not affect its speed at all, just like a stream of flames, it rushed straight away.
rub!
The black blood demon wolf was also not idle, roared a few times, sprinted on all fours, and killed it like lightning.
"Good come."
Reaching out a hand, the burial foil jumped out of the box, and Lin Yun grabbed it out. The sword was unsheathed, and the cold light overflowed, its momentum was like a cloud, erratic, its momentum was like water, and its spiritual transformation was smooth, and it hit the huge body of the magic-printed leopard.
The magic-printed leopard's entire body was swept away by the cold light, and the chi chi made a sound, and the huge body was shaken back under this sword.
Boom!
Under the shock of this blow, the mountain peaks at the bottom of the foot exploded, the black blood demon wolf flashed a ferocious look, and dozens of claw blades came like a storm.
Lin Yun swayed slightly, stepping on the gravel in the air, like a walk in the void. The figure is light, as agile as the wind, and the sword qi is like a huge wave stirred up in the rivers and lakes, smashing the claw blade storm.
kill!
At the moment when the storm shattered, with the blessing of the Seven Profound Steps, he fell straight down like lightning.
Raising his hand is a sword, like a violent tsunami, slashing down. The black blood wolf, completely unexpected, Lin Yun's swordsmanship was so powerful, he hurriedly retreated.
Pfft!
He missed the key point, but this sword still pulled a ferocious wound on the black blood demon wolf, and the blood bloomed like flowers in the air.
Swish swish!
When the forest clouds landed, the leaves in the forest were scattered, fluttering with the wind, ups and downs.
boom!
The majestic heat wave rose, and the magic-printed leopard, with monstrous efforts, galloped and killed again. The scorching temperature seemed to burn the air out, suffocating.
With long sleeves like clouds, Lin Yun turned around and swung his sword, bringing up the sound of the wind, but it was about to stab out. This stern sword, the breath changes sharply, if the sword that smashed the black blood demon wolf is a huge wave, this sword is a trickle, and it is not the same.
come yet
Lin Yunchu was not surprised. The injuries on his body in the past few days were all caused by the sudden strength and weakness of the Shuiyue swordsmanship, and he was caught in the battle.
After three days of ascetic cultivation, he was already used to it, and now, he just came to try what he thought.
Bang!
The sword landed on the magic-printed leopard, and Lin Yun was smashed into the air as soon as it was touched.
The look in the eyes of the magic leopard was uncertain, the might of this sword was obviously different from the previous one, and it was suspected to be deceitful.
Since it is a trickle, it goes with the flow
rub rub!
Before the magic leopard could react, Lin Yun turned around and killed it again. The body is like a small stream, the water is flowing, the sword is like falling flowers, undulating with the waves.
Although Jianwei is small, he is erratic, dancing up and down, and the sword beams fall on him without a trace.
At the beginning, it was continuous, but after dozens of strokes, the sword energy left in its body, like a hundred rivers converging, the moment they converged, there was a sword light that broke a bowl mouth from the inside to the outside in its huge body.
The magic-printed leopard wailed and fell to the ground, rolling incessantly, dying in pain.
Roar!
The violent aura came, but it was the unyielding black blood demon wolf, which had been gaining momentum for a long time and came violently.
"The sound of leaves falling all over the sky is like rain, and the moon and clouds in the water are coming into the sword!"
The body of the sword trembled, and Lin Yun waved out a terrifying sword energy, and the cold light condensed.
This sword, like the clouds and the moon reflected in the lake, rolled in with shocking waves. Compared with the trickle, it is extremely domineering, arrogant, and contains terrifying explosive power.
Bang bang bang!
The sword qi and the claw-blade storm pulled out by the black blood demon wolf's claws collided fiercely, and the loud noise was heard incessantly.
The black claws, like the real nature, were all broken, but Lin Yun's sword did not lose its edge and slashed straight down.
In the blood flying, the huge body of the demon wolf was cut in half.
The magic-printed leopard, who was struggling to get up from the ground, glanced at the body of the magic wolf on the ground, looked horrified, and ran away without looking back.
Its defense is amazing, it is extremely tyrannical, and ordinary sword energy can't hurt it at all. But Lin Yun's strange sword energy was like a spring rain, moistening things silently, and when he woke up, irreparable injuries had accumulated in his body.
This kind of strange swordsmanship is unheard of, and now that the Black Blood Demon Wolf has died tragically, how can he dare to fight.
"I didn't say let you go, the water is full of mountains and rivers!"
rub rub!
Between the flat ground, Lin Yun ran wildly with his sword, and the ground trembled during his sprint. The sword force is like an endless stream of water, overlapping and overlapping, constantly attacking, and wherever it passes, all the ancient trees that support the sky are crushed.
A sword stabbed out, turned around, and put the sword back into its sheath.
Clang!
The moment the burial flower was sheathed, the mutated magic-printed leopard, whose forehead burst into the sky behind him, was annihilated by the flood-like sword intent before it could scream.
[A lot of book friends who read the comments before are questioning that the protagonist uses too many punches, which is indeed a bit. Fist to the flesh, although the blood is hot, it is not my original intention to write this book. After this chapter, I will use the sword as much as possible. 】