At the foot of Lingmu Peak, Lin Yun accidentally encountered a person, Mo Ling.
"Sister, what a coincidence."
Lin Yun said softly.
"Unfortunately, I'm here to wait for you, see that girl Mu Xue?"
Mo Ling blinked and said softly.
Lin Yun nodded, but didn't answer, he looked up at the top of Lingmu Peak. This mountain rises from the ground, towering into the clouds, majestic and majestic, and he pondered after a while: "Senior sister, do you think this mountain is high?"
Mo Ling's beautiful eyes flashed with light, and said lightly: "A mountain is taller than a mountain."
"Then how thick is this day?"
"There are days outside the sky, and there are people outside people."
Lin Yun's eyes fell, and he said with a smile: "Yes, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the person. A mountain is higher than a mountain."
Who is the frog at the bottom of the well, time will prove it!
Mo Ling's mind was meticulous, and she knew the temper of that girl, Mu Xue, but she could guess what happened.
However, she has never been good at comforting people, and she doesn't like comforting people. What she wants to say has already been said just now, and she doesn't mean to break it.
"This is the fourth-grade spiritual pill refined for you by the dean, Qiankun Biyun Pill."
As Mo Ling spoke, he took out a small and exquisite mirror case and handed it over.
Lin Yun's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to take it, and said with a smile, "I almost forgot about this."
"I didn't forget it, so I've been waiting here. I promised to give you a spiritual treasure, and now I have chosen it for you."
Mo Ling's snow-white, jade-like hand patted the storage bag lightly, and nine peculiar daggers flew out.
The short sword has no handle, only the blade, which has a unique shape and can be combined at will. The nine short swords can be connected end to end to form a long snake-like spirit sword, or they can be interlaced two by two to form a cross-edged blade, and they can also overlap each other to form a round like a crescent moon scimitar, changing and dazzling.
There was a cold light on the blade, and the sword seemed to be engraved with a rather mysterious ice-attribute spirit pattern, and it seemed that there were snowflakes floating in the faint.
"In ancient times, there was a famous Lingbao called Xueyue Feihua. It consisted of sixteen moon blades and was famous. Originally, I couldn't find it. This is a replica of Xueyue Feihua. The silver flower iron tree fan in your hand is not too bad, what do you think?"
Mo Ling, who was controlling Xue Yue Fei Hua, explained to Lin Yun softly that the nine short swords were called Moon Blades. Flying up and down all over her, gathering and gathering together, it sets off her quite beautifully.
Lin Yun admired it for a moment, and said softly, "It's not an ordinary person, but I'm still used to using a sword, and a funeral flower is enough."
call out!
The nine-handled moon blades overlapped, and Mo Ling put them away, but did not force it, and said softly: "The battle between the five courtyards will officially begin in ten days. When that time comes, I will come to you."
Lin Yun nodded and watched the other party leave, thinking in his heart.
His cultivation has soared, from the great breakthrough of the Yin Profound Realm to the perfection of the Yin Profound Realm, it can be said that he has made rapid progress and accumulated a lot of money.
However, the progress in martial arts was stagnant, and there was no progress. It has already dragged down his own cultivation, it is like a horse running fast, and naturally it has to be equipped with a better saddle.
A good horse is matched with a good saddle, and a strong cultivation base is naturally matched with a more dazzling martial arts.
In ten days, with his savvy far beyond ordinary people, it was enough to improve the Seven Killing Fist and Tyrant Sword several times.
"Practice boxing first!"
Compared with the training difficulty of Ba Jian, mastering the Seven Killing Fist of the Seven Killing Seals, the threshold is not so big, and it is easier to get started.
Seven Killing Fist, a total of seven styles.
The first type, the common people are angry.
In the second world, blame God for being unkind.
The third type, a glass of wine is hard to finish.
The fourth type, who is with me.
The fifth style, God is not benevolent, life is not righteous!
The sixth form, the blood is not exhausted, the battle is endless!
The seventh form, kill without mercy, behead to extinction!
Each style has great power, especially the last three styles, each of which can be called a forbidden technique, with terrifying lethality. In the earth-level boxing method, there is absolutely no existence to compete with it, which is comparable to the heaven-level martial arts.
This Seven Killing Fist, if you can learn the first four styles, it is enough to be vertical and horizontal in the Purple Palace. If he can cultivate to the state of perfection, with just this punch, Lin Yun will be able to run rampant in the ancient South China region, and compete for the seat of his funeral playboy on the Dragon Cloud Ranking, which is full of stars.
Lin Yun put the jade slip of the Seven Killing Fist between his eyebrows, and after a long period of deliberation, he and the courtyard began to practice formally.
In the blink of an eye, five days passed.
In the vast martial arts field in the other courtyard, the young man dressed in Tsing Yi, punched like electricity, and the sound of the wind was terrifying.
Just as a lotus does not hold water, just like the sun and the moon do not hold in the sky.
The mind moved slightly, and the Buddha's Seven Killing Seals were placed in Lin Yun's hands, and they were instantly condensed and formed. Suddenly, the killing intent in the sky fell like a lofty mountain peak, thick as a deep abyss, and it was difficult to move the grass, trees, mountains and water in the depths.
That kind of murderous intent multiplied Lin Yun's own murderous aura sevenfold, reaching a level that the entire Yang Profound Realm would not dare to underestimate, it was extremely terrifying.
Boom!
With the blast of a fist, the terrifying power of the Seven Killing Seals erupted in an instant. For a time, the earth shook, the mountains swayed, and the sky and the earth changed color.
Boundless Fist Might unleashed all his profound cultivation of the Yin Profound Realm, and the temperament of his whole person changed drastically.
Others here will be misunderstood.
The middle-aged boy seemed to have reached the summit, and he could see all the mountains. The arrogant and arrogant temperament looks very close, but it seems to be separated by overlapping mountains, only looming in the sea of clouds.
His fists, for a while, seemed like thousands of troops were collapsing, and the screams of anger condensed, shaking the world. For a while, it seemed that there was endless blood and sorrow, and it was difficult to let go. The extremely suppressed pride, like the residual blood stained with blood, was so desolate.
The boy's cold eyes were like lightning, and his passion and blood gathered into the sky with killing intent, which made him sweat profusely, and his slightly thin body seemed to be unable to bear it.
A glass of wine is hard, who will share with me!
As soon as I heard a shout, the fist slammed out like a big sun, and the martial arts field with the insistence of the third-rank spirit formation suddenly shattered.
The cracks spread like a spider's web, domineering and violent, energetic, ruthless, and awe-inspiring.
Withdrawing his fists and standing still, Lin Yun whispered to himself, thoughtfully: "There is anger in the sky, there is anger in the sky, there is anger in the sky, there is no end to a glass of wine, who is with me, these four punches seem to be punching vigorously, heartily, domineering and violent. But in fact, the accumulation of killing intent and anger has already reached an astonishing level. The final three-style killing move is poised to launch, and once released, it is a forbidden technique comparable to the heaven-level martial arts!"
pity…
Lin Yun could feel that the killing intent of the four punches in front was terrifying enough. His physical body, his cultivation base, has actually reached the limit that he can bear.
If you rashly use the last four moves, I am afraid that there will be quite terrifying consequences.
In just five days, Lin Yun has cultivated the boxing technique that no one has practiced in this Tianfu Academy for hundreds of years, to the point where it is close to the master. It can be said that no one can match it.
Among them, he also discovered some mysteries. This boxing manual is not complete, and it is incomplete in itself. There are still some things missing. The seniors of Tianfu Academy were not aware of this loophole when they deduced the ancient remnants. Otherwise, it will not be passed down.
Others in the academy couldn't cultivate, except that they couldn't resist the killing accident, maybe there was a reason he thought.
Fortunately, it met Lin Yun, and it chose Lin Yun, and indeed did not choose the wrong person.
Within five days, Lin Yun worked hard and not only successfully cultivated it, but also realized a little artistic conception that Seven Killing Fist did not have.
His daily cultivation level has risen, his physical body has been completed, and the peak of the seven-kill fist, the reproduction of the southern region is not just a delusion like the moon in the water mirror.
"Seven Killing Fist can't improve in a short period of time, and being able to get to this point is enough for the disciples from the overlord-level forces to see the world well."
Looking at the already messed up martial arts field, Lin Yun flashed a chill in his eyes.
If outsiders were present, they would shudder when they saw his expression.
"It's time to practice swords."
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and held the burial foil sword that popped out of the purple kite. The moment the five fingers held the hilt of the sword, the feeling of blood connection suddenly occurred.
The arrogance and edge from the burial foil perfectly blend with its own temperament.
Under the youth's flowing long hair, the cold color in his eyes, I don't know if it was because of the burial of the foil sword, or because of the original heart. Or, it was because they complemented each other and depended on each other to reveal such deep eyes that were too daring to look directly at.
Whoa!
The sword came out of its scabbard like autumn water, and the gentle moonlight falling through the clouds sprinkled on the sword, as if a jingle sounded.
hum! hum!
He held the burial foil sword, as if he heard the sound of the moon falling, slowly raised his hand, and his eyes were level with the sword. At the end of the field of vision, the point of the sword, like the top of a mountain, stands between the clouds and overlooks the vast land.
boom!
Lin Yun's right hand holding the sword suddenly swept away, and the sound of warning echoed incessantly. The moonlight that splashed out from the sword, little by little, was like a firefly, densely packed, scattered in all directions, flying in pieces.
I originally buried flowers, and buried flowers also buried people.
I love this sword, a thousand dollars will never be exchanged.
I love this sword, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers will not change.
My sword, glory forever!
A cold light suddenly flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and the cold light continued to enlarge, like a flame, burning in his eyes.
Tyrant Sword, the first type of lightning strike!
The thunderclouds in the sky condensed and a dragon-shaped outline poured into Lin Yun's body. The dazzling sword body, and the next moment, its terrifying electric light condensed into a ferocious dragon-shaped beast, which was instantly slaughtered.
It was originally a messy martial arts arena, but a huge pit suddenly appeared, the dust was flying, and the electric light flashed like a thunderbolt.
Before the momentum dissipated, Lin Yun made another sword.
Bajian, the second style is shocking!
Boundless domineering gathered into a hundred-zhang-long Jinghong, which was fleeting in the blink of an eye, and the towering and thick courtyard walls suddenly appeared with slight cracks, and then continued to spread.
Compared with the lightning strike, the characteristic of this sword is that it is fast.
The sword glow is like a shock, its momentum is magnificent and boundless, and it can break through the glorious sun.
But right now, it seems that the power is not as terrible as imagined.
Lin Yun shook his head slightly, and said softly to himself, "This shocking fire is still more than a star and a half. It is too reluctant to break the sun, and you have to understand the true meaning of it. The so-called shocking is nothing but fast. , what's the mystery?"