The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 190: Swordsman, when there is a sharp edge

Green bamboo stands in the cold, all the way forward, killing the secret cloth.

But Lin Yun, he can no longer look back, there is still a ray of life going forward; if you look back, you will definitely die.

Unless you master the intent of the sword, you will not be able to decipher the texture of this place. Let's call it sword texture for the time being.

Different from the lines in the Heart Sutra of Years and Years, every line of the place here contains great murderous intent and infinite sword intent.

It's not an exaggeration to call it a sword pattern.

The most frightening thing is that a series of sword patterns, layered on top of each other, follow a certain rhyme, and form a whole sword formation.

Buried sword forest, buried sword forest...

Lin Yun also understood why this place is called the Burying Sword Forest.

The swordman, the place where the bones are buried.

Wang Ning didn't dare to come forward without waiting for a reason, even Huangfu Jingxuan.

Like Lin Yun, he has the sword intent, but he doesn't understand the lines, so he must die.

Only those who are like Lin Yun, who master half-step sword intent, and have a little clear lines, can get a glimmer of life.

You can walk step by step, also walking on thin ice, not daring to be presumptuous.

The infinite killing intent accumulated behind him has made him afraid to think about it, so he can only bite the bullet and go forward.

Lin Yun didn't say a word, feeling the surging sword intent around him, and kept condensing his half-step sword intent.

Crack, click!

In the body, there are nine chains with broken swords and martial arts, appearing and shaking violently.

He can clearly feel that as his half-step sword intent grows, the nine ancient chains are loosening little by little.

Half-step sword intent, constantly increasing, but always a little closer to full sword intent.

Just so close, it seems that you can reach out and touch.

After reaching out, he got a little closer, still a little bit closer.

Lin Yun could only bite the bullet and walk forward constantly, relying on the huge sword intent in the burial sword forest to continue training.

Outside the forest of buried swords, Li Wuyou with a solemn expression is more nervous than Lin Yun.

Unlike Lin Yun, he can clearly see how amazing the sword intent and murderous intentions accumulated behind Lin Yun have reached.

The majestic murderous intent has turned into a vast sea of ​​blood, which churned and condensed various visions.

It seems that the next moment, this boundless sea of ​​blood will engulf Lin Yun.

Above the sea of ​​blood, thousands of long swords are surging, all formed by the condensing of sword intent, one touch will die, there is no possibility of survival.

The lightly swaying bamboo forest makes a sluggish sound, like a sword chant, like a babbling, and like someone singing.

Li Wuyou doesn't know how long Lin Yun can endure such terrible pressure.

Buying Jianlin, whether Lin Yun's sword will be buried is really hard to say.

"Almost, why is it always near?"

Lin Yun, who walked on thin ice, frowned, and seemed to have entered a dead end.

It was a little bit before, obviously only half a step away. I took a step, and obviously felt some progress, but it was still a quarter of a step short, and I continued to walk, another eighth step, a sixteenth step away...

The distance between him and the complete sword intent is infinitely reduced, but it seems infinitely far away.

The murderous intent and sword intent behind the mountains and seas made him feel confused and his confidence wavered.

Crack!

A slight wave of sway will make the mind's flaws expand infinitely.

Take another step. As soon as he settled, Lin Yun knew he was bad, and the sword pattern suddenly burst.

Huh!

A sharp break through the air sounded, and a row of sharp green bamboos, like long spears, carrying unparalleled sword intent, rushed towards him.

It's over, it's backlashed by the formation...

Lin Yun's heart tightened. In this forest of burial swords, he moved with his steps, unable to move at all.

Behind is the sky of murderous intent, the left and right are infinite sword intent, the front is the killing arrow, there is no place for him in the sky and the ground.

The terrible loneliness, a panic that was rejected by the world, filled my heart.

Buying Jianlin is repelling him!

Buying Jianlin wants to bury him!

Damn...what's the difference?

Lin Yun was at a loss. He felt that the strength of his half-step sword intent was no less than the full sword intent.

It's just a little bit, just a little bit!

At the juncture of life and death, Lin Yun closed his eyes, and the man in Tsing Yi in the rose scroll appeared in his mind.

Looking back, in every detail of the people in Tsing Yi waving their swords and dancing, what is lacking in him compared with the other party?

The picture is changing, and the figure of the Sword Saint of Purple Kite appears in his mind, and the other party uses the remnant soul to suppress the monstrous Demon Sea.

Both are swordsmen who make him look up, both of them...

Lin Yun suddenly opened his eyes. He found the common ground between the Purple Kite Sword Saint and the Tsing Yi Man. He finally knew what he was missing.

At the first thought, Lin Yun turned around suddenly.

She was full of sword power, bursting into the air, facing upright, ignoring the murderous intent and endless sword intent.

Even if you have the power to break the mountains and the sea, you can break the stars and the sun and the moon, but if you don't have the heart of a swordsman, you are a swordsman.

Swordsman, there must be an edge!

What I am missing is this sharpness. Since I was born for the sword, then I, Lin Yun, should not be afraid to die for the sword!

The heart is getting more and more transparent, and the sword power on Lin Yun's body is just like substance, crystal clear.

He has slightly confused eyes. At this moment, he is full of sharpness and fearlessness.

Can't turn around? I turn my head!

The heart of the swordsman, never advances, let me be the other!

The heart is thumping, and it keeps beating. Lin Yun's expression was stern, and his whole body was boiling with energy and blood. Looking at the boundless sea of ​​blood, endless murderous intent, spreading his sword power, Lin Yun stepped out.

In an instant, Lin Yun was swallowed by this sea of ​​blood, and was buried by the endless sword intent.

"No!"

Li Wuyou saw this scene, he couldn't help but yelled, and yelled: "Fuck your mother, what dog built the sword burial forest, I've abolished you!"

Wow!

I saw him, the sky bursting with stars, his eyes filled with endless anger.

Crack, click!

Seeing that he was crazy, he rushed into the sword burial forest, drew his sword and chopped wildly, and he kept cutting off every green bamboo.

But the green bamboo seems to live forever, endlessly, and endlessly cut.

Boom!

At the time when the sea of ​​blood and the majestic sword intent were about to swallow Lin Yun completely. His body suddenly bloomed, and the colored glaze was shining, crystal clear and brilliant. Like a beautiful jade, it is not stained with dust, rain and dew.

Immediately afterwards, pure and condensed sword intent, burst out from him with endless sharpness.

Ding jingle!

This sword intent made the entire bamboo forest sway for it. The green bamboos collide, and the crisp sound like a wind chime blooms, a series of strings, endless, endless.

The sky is full of blood, and the majestic sword intent, in the sound of this swaying wind chime, disappears with the wind, and disappears with the wind.

Crack!

The chain of a certain chain that was sealing the Broken Sword Martial Spirit came to an abrupt halt and broke.

A roar from ancient times came from inside, like a pair of gazes, staring at him from a distance without anger.

"Is this... my martial soul?"

Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked around. The wind and waves were calm, neither murderous nor full of sword intent.

Only the melodious sound of wind chimes, like lights, swaying in various forms, is intoxicating.

The Burial Sword Forest seems to be a test place left by a certain senior.

Before, I never realized the true meaning of sword intent, and my confidence was shaken, and I was immediately denied recognition. When he understands the complete sword intent and knows himself, the only difference is that sharpness and the monstrous blood, which will not hurt him.

"Thank you, senior."

Lin Yun sits cross-legged, hands clasped, looks very respectful, and bows to salute solemnly.

Getting up, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and felt it in the air. All the sword patterns have disappeared. Except for the coldness, this place is now an ordinary bamboo forest.

"Kill you, hack you!"

There was a sound of angrily kicking in his ears, and Lin Yun looked back and saw that Li Wuyou was tired like a dog.

Holding the sword in both hands, facing the air, he waved wildly, his face was full of anger, and he was muttering words.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Yun frowned slightly, and asked cautiously.

"Brother, I will avenge you. There are so many bamboos. Wait until I finish cutting them. Don't let me know which **** breeds it. You must kill him!"

Li Wuyou replied casually, still looking murderous, cutting the bamboo against the air.

Lin Yun's right **** was bent, and his thumb was heavily pressed on his nails. He did not flick the sword, but flicked a finger.

Chang!

A finger popped out, and there was a complete sword intent lingering, and a clear and translucent sword chant came out.

The strong wind blows, and the whole bamboo forest swings along with it. The sound of swaying wind chimes plays two overlapping singing.

Li Wuyou only felt that there was a buzz in his mind, suddenly awakened.

"What am I doing?"

After waking up, he sighed: "My wrist is so sour..."

Can it not be sour? I swung thousands of swords into the air with all my strength. It's not so sour.

"I also want to know, what are you doing."

Lin Yun smiled slightly, looked at Li Wuyou, and said softly.

"Brother, are you not dead?"

Li Wuyou was in a dream, and looked at Lin Yun in surprise and said: "Haha, brother, I saved you! The moment you were swallowed by the sea of ​​blood, I rushed in. I didn’t know the green bamboo after all Thinking of things wrong, I really saved my brother."

Lin Yun rolled his eyes, pointed his finger in the four directions and said: "Let's see for yourself, I don't want to talk to you."

"What's going on..."

Li Wuyou only found out that there was no broken bamboo on the ground. Is it all an illusion?

In the huge sword burial forest, there are no green bamboos he chopped off, let alone one, not half of them.

The blood dragon horse strode forward, snapped his nose, looked at Li Wuyou with contempt, and walked towards Lin Yun.

Li Wuyou covered his face with his hands, he wanted to cry without tears, and his fame was ruined. What shame did he do, even the blood dragon horse despise him...

Sha Sha!

Stepping on the bamboo leaves on the ground, Lin Yun led the blood dragon horse and walked towards the depths~IndoMTL.com~ There are many secrets in this place.

The winding path is quiet and long, and after a half-pillar fragrance, Lin Yun saw an ancient bamboo building.

The bamboo building was built with water, and the cold pool was covered with mist, and the cold people trembled slightly.

"The cold air of Burial Sword Forest comes from here."

Lin Yun thoughtfully, the coldness of this place is somewhat similar to the stream of wind and wind he has been in. Not as irritable as Yin Fengjian, but cold and cold, the stamina is continuous and even better.

"What the **** is this place, it's cold and scary."

Li Wuyou's voice sounded from behind, and Lin Yun looked back.

Looking at Lin Yun's caring eyes for mentally retarded, Li Wuyou felt embarrassed for a while, and chuckled: "Brother, go in and see."

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