The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 556: Jinghong breaks the day
Chapter 556
At the foot of Lingmu Peak, Lin Yun accidentally encountered a person, Mo Ling.
"Sister, what a coincidence."
Lin Yun said softly.
"Unfortunately, I was here to wait for you, did you see Mu Xue's girl?"
Mo Ling blinked and said softly.
Lin Yun nodded, but did not answer, he looked up at the top of Lingmu Peak. This mountain rises from the ground, towering into the clouds, majestic and majestic, and muttered for a while: "Sister, do you think this mountain is high?"
Mo Ling's beautiful eyes flashed with aura, and said faintly: "A mountain is higher than a mountain."
"How thick is the day then?"
"There is sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."
Lin Yun's eyes fell and smiled: "Yes, there is sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, and a mountain is higher than a mountain."
Who is the frog at the bottom of the well? Time will prove!
Mo Ling is very thoughtful, knowing the temper of Mu Xue's girl, but guessing what happened.
However, she has never been good at comforting people, and she doesn't like comforting people. Everything she wants to say has already been said just now, and there is no point in it.
"This is the fourth-grade spirit pill, Qiankun Biyun Pill, refined for you by the dean."
Mo Ling spoke, took out an exquisite and gorgeous small mirror box and handed it over.
Lin Yun's eyes lit up, reached out his hand to take it, and smiled: "I almost forgot about it."
"I haven't forgotten, so I have been waiting here. I promised to give you a spirit treasure before, but now I will pick it for you."
Mo Ling's thin hands, as white as jade, lightly tapped on the storage bag, and nine peculiar short swords flew out.
The short sword has no handle, only the blade. The blade has a unique shape and can be combined at will. Nine daggers can be connected end to end to form a serpent-like spirit sword, or they can be staggered in pairs to form a cross-blade, or they can overlap each other to form a round like a scimitar, changing and dazzling.
The cold light on the blade is lingering, and the body of the sword seems to be engraved with quite mysterious ice-attribute spirit patterns. It looks faintly, as if there are snowflakes floating.
"In ancient times, there was a famous Lingbao called Xueyue Feihua. It was made up of sixteen moon blades and was famous. It was originally not found. This piece is an imitation of Xueyue Feihua, and it is also extraordinary. It’s not much worse than the silver flower iron tree fan in my hand, what do you think?"
Mo Ling, who controls Xueyue Feihua, explained to Lin Yun in a soft voice that the nine short swords named Moonblade. Dancing around her, gathering and gathering together, it contrasts her very well.
Lin Yun appreciated it for a moment, and said softly: "It's indeed not a common product, but I'm still used to using a sword. It's enough to have funeral flowers."
Shoo!
The nine-handled moon blades overlapped, and Mo Ling put them away, but did not force them, and whispered softly: "After ten days, the battle for the front of the five houses will officially begin. Then, I will come to you."
Lin Yun nodded and watched the other party leave, feeling thoughtful in his heart.
His cultivation base has greatly increased, from the great breakthrough in the Yin Profound Realm to the consummation of the Yin Profound Realm. It can be said that he has made rapid progress, accumulating and accumulating.
But the progress in martial arts has stagnated, and there has been no progress. It's already a bit of a drag on one's own cultivation, it's like a horse running fast, naturally it deserves a better saddle.
A good horse is equipped with a good saddle, and a strong cultivation base is naturally matched with a more dazzling martial art.
Ten days, with his far beyond ordinary understanding, enough to improve Qishaquan and Tyrant Sword several times.
"Practice boxing first!"
Compared with the difficulty of training the Tyrant Sword, mastering the Seven Killing Punch of the Seven Killing Seal, the threshold is not as big, and it is easier to learn.
Seven kills boxing, there are seven styles.
In the first style, people are angry.
In the second life, blame the heavens for inhumanity.
The third style is hard to drink.
The fourth formula, who is with me.
The fifth style, unkind, unrighteous!
The sixth style, the blood is not exhausted, the battle is endless!
The seventh style, kill without mercy, beheaded!
Each style has great power, especially the last three styles, each of which can be called a forbidden technique, with terrifying lethality. In the ground-level boxing technique, there is no existence that can contend with it at all, and it is comparable to the heaven-level martial arts.
This seven-kill fist, if you can learn the first four styles, is enough to travel in the purple house. If he could fully cultivate to the Consummation Realm, with just this fist, Lin Yun would be able to run rampant in the ancient southern China region, and compete for the seat of his burial boy on the Long Yun list where the stars gathered.
Lin Yun put the jade slip of the Seven Kill Fist on the center of his eyebrows, and after a long time of brewing, he began to practice in the courtyard.
In the blink of an eye, five days passed.
In the vast martial arts field of the other courtyard, the young man is dressed in Tsing Yi.
Like a lotus flower that does not touch the water, it is like the sun and the moon do not touch the sky.
The mind moved slightly, and the Seven Swords of Buddhism were imprinted in Lin Yun's hands, instantly condensing and forming. Suddenly, the killing intent was overwhelming like a towering mountain falling down, thick as an abyss, and in the depths, it was difficult to move any grass, wood, mountain, and water.
That kind of killing intent, multiplying Lin Yun's own murderous aura seven times, reaching the point where the great Chengdu of the Yang Profound Realm would not dare to underestimate it, extremely terrifying.
Boom!
Along with a fist boom, the terrifying power of the seven kills seal broke out in an instant. For a time, the earth moved and the mountains shook, flying sand and rocks, the world changed color.
Meng Mang Quan Meng released his own profound cultivation of the Yin and Profound Realm, and his temperament changed drastically.
Others here will definitely have illusions.
The middle-aged man seemed to climb to the top, looking at the small mountains. The lonely and arrogant temperament looks very close, but it seems that it is only looming in the sea of clouds through the overlapping mountains.
His fist, for a while, seemed like a thousand troops and horses collapsed, and the shouts of anger condensed and shook the earth. For a while, it seemed that there was endless blood and sorrow, and it was hard to let go. The extremely suppressed pride, like blood stained residual blood, was so desolate.
The boy's cold eyes were like electricity, and his passion and blood gathered into a murderous intent, making him sweat profusely, and his slightly thin body seemed unbearable.
It's hard to drink, who will share with me!
As soon as I heard a shout, the fist blasted out like a big day, and the martial arts field with the persistence of the third stage spirit formation burst into pieces.
The cracks spreading like a spider web, domineering and violent, energetic, ruthless, and awe-inspiring.
Closing his fists and standing still, Lin Yun whispered to himself, thoughtfully: "The sky is angry, resenting the sky, and the glass is hard to drink. Who is with me? These four punches seem to be punched with enthusiasm and heartily. Domineering and violent. But in fact, the accumulated killing intent and anger have already reached an astonishing level. The last three killer moves are gathered momentum and once released, they are forbidden techniques comparable to the heavenly martial skills! "
It's a pity...
Lin Yun can feel that the killing intent of the four punches in front is already shocking enough. His physical body, his cultivation base, had actually reached the limit that he could bear.
If you rashly use the last four tricks, I'm afraid there will be quite terrifying consequences. If it doesn't, the flesh will burst directly.
In just five days, Lin Yun has cultivated a boxing technique that no one has practiced in this Tianfu Academy for hundreds of years to the point where no one can match it.
Among them, he also discovered some mysteries. This boxing score is not complete, it is incomplete. There are still a few things missing. The seniors of Tianfu Academy didn't realize this loophole when they deduced the ancient fragments. Otherwise, the break will not be passed down.
Others in the academy can't practice, except that they can't resist the accident, I'm afraid there is this reason he thinks.
Fortunately, what it met was Lin Yun. It chose Lin Yun. It really did not choose the wrong person.
In five days, Lin Yun painstakingly studied and not only successfully cultivated him, but also realized some artistic conceptions that Qi Sha Quan did not have.
In the next day, the cultivation base will rise, the physical body will be great, the peak of the seven kills fist, the reproduction of the Southern Territory is not just a delusion like the moon in the mirror in the water.
"Seven kills fist can't be diligent in a short time, and being able to reach this level is enough for the disciples from the overlord-level forces to see the world well."
Looking at the already messy martial arts field, a chill flashed in Lin Yun's eyes.
If an outsider is there, you will be shuddered when you see his look like this.
"It's time to practice sword."
Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and the flower funeral sword that popped out of the purple kite sword box was held tightly by him. The moment the five fingers gripped the hilt, the feeling of blood connection suddenly came into being.
The cold arrogance and sharpness from the burial foil are perfectly integrated with their own temperament.
Under the young boy's long and flowing hair, the cold color in his eyes is not known whether it is because of the burial of the foil, or it was born especially from the heart. Or perhaps it is that they complement each other and depend on each other to reveal such deep binoculars that people dare not look directly at.
Wow!
The sword came out like a sheath of autumn water, and sprinkled on the sword through the gentle moonlight falling from the clouds, like a jingle ringing~IndoMTL.com~buzz! Hum!
He is holding the burial sword, as if hearing the sound of the moonfall, his hand is slowly raised, his eyes are level with the sword. At the end of the field of vision, the point of the sword seemed to stand on the top of a mountain, looking down on the vast land.
Boom!
Lin Yun held the sword's right hand, and suddenly swept it away, and the sound of reminders echoed. The moonlight splashed out of the sword, little by little, was like fireflies, densely scattered, scattered in all directions, and fluttered.
I am a flower burial person, and I am a flower burial person.
I love this sword, I don’t change my daughter.
I love this sword, and I won’t change it for thousands of miles.
My sword, the glory is forever!
Lin Yun's eyes suddenly flashed a little bit of cold light, and the cold light continued to enlarge, like a flame, burning in his eyes.
Ba Sword, the first type of running through thunder and cutting electricity!
The thunderclouds in the sky condensed and poured into Lin Yun's body with a dragon-shaped silhouette. The bright sword body, the next violent electric light, condensed into a fierce dragon-shaped beast, which was instantly culled.
It was a messy martial arts field, and a huge crater suddenly appeared. In the dust, the lightning flashed like a thunderbolt.
Lin Yun didn't wait for the momentum to dissipate, and Lin Yun made another sword.
Ba Sword, the second style shocks the world!
The boundless domineering converged into a hundred-foot-long horror, which was fleeting in the blink of an eye, and cracks appeared in the towering and thick courtyard, and it continued to spread.
Compared with Ben Lei and Slash Electricity, the characteristic of this sword is fast.
The sword glow is like a horror, its power is magnificent, and it can break the bright sun.
But right now, it seems that the power is not as terrible as imagined.
Lin Yun shook his head slightly, and whispered to himself: "This shocking weather is more than a little bit more than a little bit. It is too reluctant to break the sun, so you have to understand the true meaning. The so-called Jinghong, except Besides being fast, what else is there?"
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