The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 887: Thunder cocoon, green lotus
Thunder Cocoon, Qinglian, Sun and Moon!
Cooperating with the vision of the purple kite blooming on the green sky tree, and Lin Yun's immortal sword intent to dominate, it is his own three swords.
Each of these three swords has the power that is comparable to, even surpassing the overlord level of martial arts, and with his sword intent promotion can go further.
The advanced martial arts sciences, even in that Fang Dashi, are extremely rare. In addition to super sects, if other forces want to find it, they need not only financial resources and resources, but also a chance.
On this road to heaven, perhaps only the existence of higher realms can possess advanced martial arts.
If Lin Yun remembers correctly, the threshold for advanced martial arts studies is extremely high, at least to the peak of the first stage of the heavenly soul, or even the second stage of the heavenly soul, before he has no worries.
Otherwise, if you practice rashly, you will go crazy, and you will give up before you hurt yourself.
For example, on the green sky tree, the vision of purple iris blooming, he can clearly feel the majestic power contained in it. But he didn't dare to vent all of them. Before he reached his realm, he couldn't use the power that didn't belong to him, otherwise he would definitely burst his body.
"For the seven-day appointment, there are two days left, which is enough."
Lin Yun collected the jade slips and talked to himself softly.
As a top quality swordsmanship of good fortune, in common sense, you will definitely not be able to practice in two days. The qualifications are slightly worse, and it is possible for a few months or even half a year.
For Lin Yun, he has been comprehending for a long time, and he can do it at any time if he wants to be small or even great. It's just that I haven't been able to realize the true meaning of it, and now I not only understand the true meaning of it, but also integrate my own perception.
When you practice, you will definitely be handy.
Ten years of hard work and an epiphany is similar.
Lin Yun first practices Thunder Cocoon. This is the tenth sword of Qingxiao Thirteen Swords. It needs to condense the wind and thunder sword into mist, and then condense into silk. It takes extremely powerful sword intent to have such delicate control.
With his peak and perfect psychic sword intent, it is naturally more than enough and does not require much effort.
After several attempts, the vast sword intent contained in the depths of Lin Yun's eyes was misty. His clear and bright eyes, shrouded in the mist, resembled the blurred stars in the night, dazzling, looking very close, but separated by an endless distance.
"Sword!"
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and grabbed the burial flower out of the sheath tightly in his palm.
The Qingxiao sacred tree with only trunks in the Purple Mansion, one third of the 108 branches were broken, and the broken branches were urged by the two swords. It melted into a vast expanse of wind and thunder sword energy in an instant, and when it was poured into the body of the flower burial sword, the light suddenly became brilliant.
The dazzling thunder light dazzled this underground martial arts field, and there was dazzling thunder light everywhere.
The sword in his hand is like a round of thunder, which makes people afraid to look directly at it.
Feeling the majestic power contained in the sword, Lin Yun looked calm and unhurried, and said softly: "Wind."
The wind sword aura in the wind thunder sword aura instantly exploded, tearing the thunder power to shatters, and at the same time, Lin Yun's immortal sword intent came out. Let this shattered thunder light be broken but not scattered, and further condense it with sword intent.
Boom!
When he swung a sword, the wind and thunder sword gas turned into a heavy fog, and a breathing room filled all the space of the underground martial arts field.
"Sword spirit is like silk!"
At the most critical step, Lin Yun's expression became more dignified than ever before, his immortal sword intent, maddening. The fog was continuously compressed and condensed, and quickly condensed into a bunch of thunder light with the thickness of the fingertips. When the sword intent reached the psychic power, it condensed into a strand of thunder light sword silk that is hundreds of meters long.
Purple sword wire, as thin as long hair, almost transparent. Only when the light flickers, does it appear, like a phantom.
Om!
The sword thread moved slightly, and the thread strummed like a string, and there was a lot of dust burst in the air immediately, and its sharpness could even cut off the tiny dust invisible to the naked eye.
Lin Yun sucked in a cold breath, and his back felt cold, if the enemy had such a means.
Even if he has a sword-inspired body, he is a little overwhelmed, and if he is careless, he will be cut into several pieces.
Horrible.
Shoo!
The mist dissipated, and the hundred-zhang sword wire continuously rotated and finally condensed into a small nail-sized thunder cocoon.
Like a firefly, Lei Cocoon exudes a faint purple light, which is extremely beautiful.
Sword wire.
Thunder Cocoon.
This formula is finally completed, Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
Boom!
But for this moment of distraction, the thunder cocoon was out of control, exploded, and the thunder light was fleeting.
Puff!
Lin Yun didn't even have time to dodge. He didn't understand what was going on, so he was knocked out by the aftermath in an instant, spitting out blood.
When he got up, his head was still buzzing and his ribs ached.
"How many times is it?"
Lin Yun smiled bitterly, but his eyes were full of ecstasy.
He has always disliked the old ways of his predecessors in practicing swordsmanship, at least he has to understand the true meaning of it, and there will always be unexpected situations.
For example, the explosion of the thunder cocoon in front of him caught him off guard. If his body is weak, he may be killed directly.
"Jiansi, Thunder Cocoon... so it is."
Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and he understood the real threat of this trick. The sword wire was thinner than the hair. But it was sharp and terrifying. It might penetrate into the opponent's body without even the slightest pain.
But when it's inside the opponent's body and condenses into a thunder cocoon, the gods cannot survive.
"I used about 30% of my strength. I could only condense one strand of sword wire, and only a hundred zhang. If I did my best, and after the vision of the basic dual sword art, I should be able to condense four or five strands. One strand can reach about three hundred feet."
Lin Yun's thoughts are like electricity, and he quickly calculates in his heart.
Three hundred zhang is one kilometer, within a kilometer, just plant a thunder cocoon for the opponent. Even the leader of the first stage of the Heavenly Soul will die instantly. If the opponent is strong enough, all five thunder cocoons will be planted in it.
If you want to avoid me, you will either directly crush me or be faster than my sword.
The sword wire is too thin and too sharp to block or directly destroy people, I'm afraid it will not be far from crushing me.
If you want to crush me, you have to at least have the dual realm of the Heavenly Soul, and the two Seven Seas simultaneously urge. Just because of the pressure, I had difficulty even drawing the sword.
But this is the road to heaven, and the most indispensable is genius. It is difficult for those higher realms to guarantee that there will be no evil spirits.
"You have to work hard. The Three Slashing Swords must be fully practiced."
Lin Yun settled down, took back his thoughts, and began to practice the second sword of the Three Swords, Qinglian.
Green lotus, wind and thunder like rain, sword air like a lake, leaves falling into lotus.
If Thunder Cocoon is delicate to the extreme and makes people shudder, then this green lotus is a kind of grandeur. What I pursue is a kind of ethereal but magnificent image, with flowing water and flowers, eternal in an instant.
"Senior Jian Wuya, what kind of existence is there?"
Lin Yun carefully savored the imagery of this move. With a startled glance, this senior found such an amazing sword technique. He deeply felt his own insignificance.
Practicing into a thunder cocoon, Lin Yun will come to cultivate this green lotus again, it feels somewhat natural, not so obscure.
After half a day.
In this huge martial arts field, it suddenly rained, and the rain quickly accumulated into a lake. Every drop of rain and dew contains the ultimate wind, thunder and sword aura, transparent and colorless, and this abbots-hundred-zhang lake is all made up of rain and dew, it seems clear as a mirror, and it is peaceful.
"Bai Zhang..."
Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and whispered: "Hundreds of feet should be my limit. This trick is too costly and requires a lot of state of mind. If I can't be state of mind, this Fang contains the vast lake of sword energy, it will swallow me first."
He got up slowly, and the ethereal lake with a hundred feet of sight was fleeting. These lakes, even Lin Yun, can only last for such a short time, and he will **** them up after a long time.
In other words, at this moment, I will swing my sword out of its sheath, so that the water will bloom, and it will be eternal in an instant.
And I can't be anxious yet, I have to have an ethereal heart, waiting for the leaves to become lotus. But this lake can only last for a moment, and the speed of the leaves falling is bound to be very slow, and the two themselves are relatively contradictory.
He wants to only cultivate to a small degree, but it's very simple. It is enough to keep this lake water only ten meters of urine. But obviously, Xiaocheng's Qinglian couldn't understand the imagery, and couldn't reach the spirit of Senior Jian Wuya.
In the jade slips, Senior Jian Wuya was a long time ago in the Qinghu Lake, and the leaves became lotus. The flowing water blooms, and the moment is eternal, the sword light of that sword is brighter than the stars in the sky, and it has not been scattered for a long time.
"Senior Jian Wuya, you are really hard for a strong man."
Lin Yun's complexion was calm, without any bitter meaning, on the contrary, he liked the challenge very much.
I am also sure that I can do it. These three swords are no longer Qingxiao 13 swords, but his own three swords.
On the Qingxiao tree, purple irises bloom.
Lin Yun closed his eyes. Behind him, the sacred tree of Qingxiao appeared. The purple petals on the branches of the tree are like fallen leaves. With this sword Qinglian, what he will drop will not be the leaves of Qingxiao, but the petals of the purple kite, hundreds of petals condensed by thirteen layers of purple kite sword art.
The wind and thunder are like rain, and the sword is like a lake!
It was almost a breathing time, and a lake with a radius of one hundred meters appeared under Lin Yun's feet, clear and transparent, as smooth as a mirror.
The **** Qingxiao stands in the middle of the lake, above the branches, the purple petals are chilly, not enchanting.
Under the tree, Lin Yun, dressed in a green shirt, his eyes closed tightly, and his long hair floating in the breeze. He didn't have the slightest killing intent on his body, not to mention the sharpness, just like an immortal who fell into the mortal world, washed out of lead, simple and unpretentious.
But he was as smooth as jade, and his white palm was finally held on the hilt.
Sword name buried flower!
The duckweed for half a lifetime will die with the water, and the famous flowers will be buried in a cold rain overnight. The soul is Liu Mian blowing to pieces, you go and I stay, two autumns.
Lin Yun opened his eyes, misty in his eyes, and for an instant, the wind came silently.
The lake water flows, and the petals on the trees are floating like fallen leaves. I don't know when they have fallen on the lake surface, turning into lotus blossoms, just like catkins that will turn into duckweed after entering the water.
The wind, thunder and sword aura fell again like raindrops, and in the squally wind and heavy rain, the leaves on the trees kept falling.
Like withering and rebirth, at the moment of death, it turns into a lotus bloom.
In the ethereal and grand vision, Lin Yun held the funeral flower in his hand and swung his sword out.
Boom!
The entire underground space shook violently, and the ancient prohibition in the stone wall suffered a huge impact. Countless rocks peeled off and cracks spread. ~ IndoMTL.com~ The impact spread instantly. , The entire surrounding of the Colossus Square in Thunderfire City shook violently.
Buildings of stone buildings and palaces, in this violent fluctuation, collapsed in an instant, and immediately caused a shocking wave.
The ancient prohibition blocked the bursting sword power, but the sword light penetrated through the ground.
Wow!
The light bursting out from the ground, shining every piece of rubble in the night, the ancient magnificent dragon statue, is covered with a dazzling sacred light, reflecting the entire sky of Thunderfire City A piece of brilliance.
"My God, what the **** is going on?"
"The dragon colossus is alive?"
"Could it be possible that there is a strange treasure under the Dragon City that will be born?"
At this moment, the entire Thunderfire City was shocked, and countless figures rose from the sky, all stunned. I was shocked by this terrifying vision.