The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 1104: Yi Xiao Yu Jian
Chapter 1,204
Boom!
Feiyun Temple, just when everyone felt that Lin Yun was about to leave the mountain.
In the direction where the Holy Sword Mountain is, another dazzling glaucoma burst out, and another blue luan soars into the sky.
Feiyun Temple, which was originally noisy and noisy, immediately quieted down, and countless people stared at the scene in disbelief.
eleven levels, Lin Yun passed the eleven levels!
"How is this possible?"
Ye Ziling was shocked, her face as cold as frost revealed a thick color of astonishment.
After ten passes of the Holy Sword Mountain, there is no way to go.
Since there is no way, there is no way to talk about going through the level, so no one can go through this level.
Around the Sacred Sword Mountain, there are indeed eleven Qingluan flying, each of which exudes a sacred atmosphere, shining brightly, attracting attention.
"It's terrible, how did Brother Yun do it? Sister, what's going on..."
Yuruo, this girl, is also thrilling at this moment, unimaginable.
Ye Ziling frowned slightly, and said in deep thought: "I don't know, this is really incredible, his kendo talent is really so terrifying?"
Xiao Yuruo suddenly smiled and said: "Senior Sister, you have always wanted to practice the last three swords of the Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords. If Brother Yun masters it, you can just ask him for advice."
Ye Ziling's eyes lit up, but when he remembered the other person's eyes looking at her, he immediately dimmed.
This guy is the prodigal son of the prodigal son, and if he really climbs to the top of the mountain later, he may still make trouble for her.
She is the cultivation base of the Galaxy Realm. She understands the sword intent to reach the sky, and she is much stronger than Lin Yun in terms of strength. Let Ye Ziling go and ask Lin Yun for advice. With her cold and arrogant temperament, it was even more uncomfortable than killing her.
"He hasn't reached the summit yet, so he has one more sword than me." Ye Ziling's cold and proud face flashed with a stubborn look, not wanting to give in.
"In eleven levels, Lin Yun seems to have broken the record of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect. The highest record before the sect disciple was only ten levels. It was seven hundred years ago."
Someone whispered, which caused a tremendous shock in everyone's hearts.
Seven hundred years!
Floating Cloud Sword Sect, an outsider who had just entered the sect broke the record in one day.
This is really uncomfortable, and many of the direct disciples are bitter and helpless.
is not only the disciple of Feiyun Temple, but also the elders of the sect standing among the peaks, as well as the Master Fuyun who suppressed the sword.
"How did this kid do it?"
Floating Cloud Palm Teacher's eyes showed a thick look of surprise. He had also been up to the Holy Sword Peak, but he couldn't continue walking until the tenth level.
That is the Jedi, if you dare to jump down, the powerhouse of the Dragon Vein Realm will have to die.
Two hours later, the screaming sword reverberated in all directions, and there was another Qingluan on the Holy Sword Mountain.
Twelve levels!
Lin Yun broke through another level, only the last level before reaching the top, the whole Feiyun Hall was completely boiling.
"My God, is Lin Yun going to the summit?"
"It's terrible... The record that hasn't been broken for thousands of years, won't it be broken by Lin Yun?"
"First it was seven steps into the sword, leaving me with nothing to say, now I am going to climb to the top again, this Lin Yun is really going to heaven."
"I'm not alive anymore, how can this be compared... He's just a celestial soul!"
Lin Yun broke through another level, only the last level before reaching the top, the whole Feiyun Hall was completely boiling.
Only Ye Ziling's face was quite ugly, she had bet Lin Yun. If the other party reaches the top, she must agree to any request from Lin Yun.
In the boundless sea of clouds, Lin Yun, who had just challenged the twelve levels, walked towards the last green mountain with Xiao Bingfeng.
Both faces were filled with excitement, only one level away, and only the last level to reach the top.
woo! Woo! Woo!
Suddenly, a flute sounded on the green hill ahead. The sound is woof, like resentment like admiration, like weeping like complaining, and the sound of the sound is endless.
Xiao and sound are all in this world, Lin Yun took a closer look, and there was a figure on the top of the mountain.
stood holding the flute, the sword light surging around him.
"Using Xiao Yu Jian!"
A strange color flashed in Xiao Bingfeng’s eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Lin Yun be careful, this is probably not a good time."
As she spoke, she flashed again and got into the purple kite box.
Lin Yun's face is solemn. I am afraid that this level will be really difficult. Little Bingfeng has not avoided the previous two levels.
嗖!
On the green hill, after a few ups and downs, Lin Yun came to the top of the hill and stood in front of the man in Tsing Yi.
Lin Yun took a closer look and found that this person was quite similar to the person in the previous painting, and he couldn't help but say: "The sea is full of wind."
"Good time with Yuxiao."
The man in Tsing Yi put down Yu Xiao and smiled slightly.
Lin Yun hurriedly said: "Is Senior the master of this mountain?"
The man in Tsing Yi shook his head and smiled: "I am not, I am just a mountain guardian. That mountain is my master."
Lin Yun was shocked, what is the origin of this mountain?
"After passing my level, you will be able to reach the top...The last scripture of the Floating Cloud Sword Art, the last sword of the Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords, you can get it." The man in Tsing Yi looked at Lin Yun and said softly Tao.
"How to pass?"
Lin Yun asked.
"Under my Xiaoyin, just stick to a half-zhu incense time." Tsing Yi said lightly.
"It doesn't seem to be difficult."
Lin Yun thought for a while and smiled.
"Then I have to have seen it before I know it. Let's start."
Qingyiren didn't talk nonsense with Lin Yun, he put the flute on his lips, his hair was flying, and a sharp edge surged from his eyebrows.
锵!
Before Lin Yun could react, Xiaoyin suddenly rose, and then a sword sound storm surged towards Lin Yun.
Lin Yun's face changed slightly, the burial flower was out of its sheath, and his figure flashed in the mountains. As the sword was swung, clanging sounds were made from time to time, and the sword light flashed, and the burial flower seemed to collide with various sharp swords in the void.
Suddenly, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, becoming low and resentful, like weeping.
Lin Yun's internal organs exploded into the cracks, and the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen. Not long after, there were many more sword marks on his body, which was dripping with blood.
He was just about to think about a countermeasure, when a very high-pitched long sound sounded, Lin Yun seemed to be swept by the dragon.
嘭!
A mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth, his face was pale, and he backed a few steps before standing still.
Within less than a cup of tea, Lin Yun was defeated, far from Banzhuxiang.
"Do you want to continue?"
The man in Tsing Yi put down the flute and laughed softly.
Lin Yun gave a wry smile. He had never seen these methods before, and he had no idea how to deal with it.
Before he could develop his strength, he was directly defeated. It was the opponent's subordinates who had shown mercy. This level is really not easy. If you want to persist for half an hour, it's like reaching the sky.
"Yes!"
Lin Yun dried the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and said in deep thought: "Wait for me."
"I can't wait too long, it's a long time, this mountain, this cloud, this beautiful day is gone." The man in Tsing Yi laughed softly.
"One hour, one hour!"
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and said.
"Good."
Tsing Yi people thought for a while, and smiled: "It's not easy to wait for someone to come. It's better to let you give up. I will wait for you for an hour."
"Thank you."
Lin Yun turned to leave, stopped when he reached the mountainside, and called out the little ice phoenix.
"I won an hour, do you really have a way to make me stick to a half-scented incense?" Little Bingfeng asked him to say what Lin Yun just said, and the other party definitely said that giving her an hour will let Lin Yun pass it. This pass.
"What look in your eyes, you look down on this emperor and take out the jade flute given by your little lover." The little ice phoenix was like a bamboo on his chest, and said like a country.
Lin Yun was surprised: "You don't want to teach me how to use the flute and the sword? I don't even know the most basic fingering."
"Of course!"
Xiao Bingfeng gave him a white look and snorted coldly: "Otherwise, what else can you do? With your current methods, it is impossible to hold on to Banzhuxiang. He and you are both heavenly sword intent, but His sword intent is not lacking, and your sword intent is lacking. Fortunately, he supports and persists for half an hour. If you really fight against each other, you can't even hold on to a face-to-face."
"Really?" Lin Yun still didn't believe it.
Xiao Bingfeng smiled and said: "Of course not with you, but with the purple jade **** bamboo flute given by your little lover, with the guidance of the emperor. It is impossible to win, but just insist on a half-scented incense. It is still possible."
Purple Jade God Bamboo Flute!
Lin Yun suddenly, the cave flute given to him by Yue Weiwei is of extraordinary origin.
"I will teach you **** first, and the method of luck, this is simple."
Xiao Bingfeng took the Ziyu Shen bamboo flute and explained it carefully. Time is running out. She speaks very fast, and then handed the flute over and said with a smile: "Try it."
Lin Yun took the flute in her hand, put the flute under her lips, moved her fingers lightly, and in a short while, there was a clear and elegant spirit, and the empty and tall flute sound came out.
"I will try again."
Lin Yun took off the flute, if thoughtful, and then played it again. I didn't deliberately play any tunes, just played it casually based on my feelings.
Little Ice Phoenix was initially disdainful, but gradually became a little moved, and it was not bad.
"It seems really simple." Lin Yun put down Yuxiao~IndoMTL.com~ and laughed softly.
Xiao Bingfeng's heart was shaken, she just casually said that she had learned the basic **** in such a short time, which was a bit surprising.
"That's good for the emperor."
It's definitely impossible for her to praise Linyun, she can only praise herself by the way.
Lin Yun smiled and did not argue with her.
At this moment, there were waves of flute sounds from the top of the mountain. The flute sound was rushing, like a ten thousand horse jumping, galloping on the battlefield, making people boil with blood, and then quickly stopped.
What a brilliant technique!
Lin Yun praised in his heart, but immediately realized that the other party was showing off his skills.
Sure enough, Xiao Bingfeng's face was a little hard to look.
"Little brother, if you want to learn flute, I can teach you, but in an hour, you want to pass this level with flute sound. It's too naive." Qingyi people laughed from the top of the mountain.
"This guy! So so good, he dare to look down upon Ben Emperor."
The little ice phoenix was so angry that he dragged Lin Yun down the mountain and said: "Let’s go far and not let him hear it. Later, he will have to make it hard to see. Purple jade **** bamboo flute, only on the material. It's comparable to an artifact, so proud of it."
Lin Yun couldn't laugh or cry, but the little tempered ice phoenix pulled him towards the foot of the mountain. However, in his heart, he was indeed quite unconvinced, half a stick of incense, he didn't believe it was really impossible to persist.
[Two chapters are delivered, and chapter three is here tomorrow morning. Don’t wait. Everyone gave me support, I will definitely try my best to write. 】