True Martial World

Pure Yang Jian Gong, not mentioning its inner layer, just outside the pure Yang Jian Palace, above the mountain, there are already many relics to be able to understand.

A seven-kill stone monument suspected of the master book of the pure Yang Jian Palace contains a powerful sword

"Let's kill the stone tablet, Mingwu's mind. Waiting for it, the heavens will collapse, the Qiankun will not exist, I will be the heaven and the earth, the life and death, the reincarnation, the soul of all beings, the casting of my sword, the blood of my invincible, the butcher Do the demon! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

One stone monument, murderous and arrogant, people dare not look straight, the fifty-six words on the stone tablet, each word, are artistic, if you can understand, it will be a shocking opportunity.

Lin Xinyi also used a sword. When she saw the seven stone tablets, she could not open her eyes.

However, her sword heart, her cultivation, can not stare at the seven kill stone for too long, because the sword on the stone, almost want to bruise her.

Just watching the time of more than ten interest, Lin Xinyi felt his eyes as acupuncture, and the pain was unbearable.

Before the Seven Stones, it was a black stone sculpture. This sculpture carved a middle-aged man with a tall and stalwart. Who is the person who carved the sculpture, Yi Yun is not known, he feels that it should be the owner of Chunyang Jiangong. However, the owner of the pure Yang Jian Palace that Yi Yun saw in the mood of the year seemed to be somewhat different from this person.

"Advanced, don't rush to enlighten."

Yi Yun said this, Lin Xinyi nodded, she followed Yi Yun to go to the pure Yang Jiangong, the ancient gate, experienced the passage of many years, but still contains a strong rhyme, it is scary .

Yi Yun and Lin Xinyi stood in front of the gate, flashed a stream of light and directly sucked them in.

Entering the first door of Chunyang Jiangong did not test the understanding of Kendo. At the beginning, Yiyun came in at once, and then he found the pure Yang broken sword in the hall inside the gate.

This sword, along with Yi Yun went to the present, I do not know how many times to help Yi Yun repel the strong enemy.

"Sword Spirit predecessors? Sword spirit predecessors?"

Yi Yun called in the hall. Ten years ago, Yi Yun entered the Pure Yang Jian Palace and awakened the sword spirit of the guardian hall. At that time, the sword spirit was already weak. It just hurriedly said a few words with Yi Yun, and once again I fell asleep, and it said that once it falls asleep, I don’t know when I will wake up again.

The hall is hollow, and the sword spirit has no echo.

Yi Yun called a few more words, and sighed softly. The sword spirit of the sword palace was probably too weak. He did not want to disturb the sleep of the sword spirit. He walked to the second gate in the hall.

It is this gate that sealed Yiyun’s way to the inner layer of the Pure Yang Jian Palace.

What is the inner layer of the Pure Yang Jian Palace, Yi Yun is not known.

In fact, when Yi Yun came to Chunyang Jiangong for the first time, in addition to getting a broken sword and understanding some swords from the sword marks outside the Jingyang sword palace, he did not get other opportunities. .

The owner of Chunyang Jiangong, as the most powerful person in the world that Yi Yun knows now, is far beyond the power of his understanding. In the cave house he left behind, the treasures he possessed must exceed the imagination of ordinary people.

Yi Yun stood in front of this mysterious gate, and the old gate seemed to seal another world.

Yi Yun did not know how to open this door. According to Sword Spirit, he entered the inner layer of the Pure Yang Jian Palace, and tested his own understanding of the sword.

But how do you measure the level of understanding of his sword? Can't you use the sword to smash this door?

Jian Ling has fallen asleep, Yi Yun has no way to ask, he can only find it himself.

"Heart, you go to the sword palace, and learn to kill the stone tablets and sword marks. I am here, looking for the way to the inner layer of the sword palace."

On the "The Emperor's Heart Sutra", Lin Xinyu's accomplishments are of course above Yiyun.

On the principles of pure yang and pure yin, the understanding of Yi Yun and Lin Xinyi should be comparable.

On the kendo, Yi Yun has to win over Lin Xinyi, Lin Xinyi was born in Lin Family, from small to large, she was restricted by inheritance and vision, and did not touch any deep kendo, and Yi Yun had pure Yang Jiangong, but completely Different.

If you all know how to penetrate the inner layer of Chunyang Jiangong, then Lin Lin’s heart is here, and Lin Xinyi certainly cannot realize it.

It is better to let Lin Xinyi go to the pure Yang Jian Palace, and to enlighten the seven killing stone tablets and sword marks, and help Lin Xinyi more.

"it is good."

Lin Xinyi withdrew from the Pure Yang Jian Palace, leaving Yi Yun standing in the hall.

Yi Yun was a little confused at the time. He didn't know where to start. He walked around the hall silently, and finally stopped at the second floor. He stood here and stood for a long time.

He looked at the door and slowly entered the gods.

This door is not made of any kind of material. It is like gold and gold, like stone and stone. On the surface of the door, it is not smooth, but there is a trace of texture, like water.

As Yiyun's mental power is more and more focused, these water lines are becoming more and more obvious. They are slowly, as if they spread in all directions, and they will be swallowed up by Yi Yun.

When the light flashed, Yi Yun felt the scene around him change instantly. He looked around and found that he was no longer in the hall of Chunyang Jiangong, but came to a world of whiteness.

The world is blank, like a swaying light and shadow, and among these light and shadow, there is a rolling white shadow. Yi Yun looks at it, this white shadow is like a white dragon!

White dragon?

Yi Yun slightly glimpsed, he did not have time to see the appearance of this white dragon, it has shrunk into a group, light and shadow condensed, this white dragon turned into a white boy.

The white boy is holding a white light sword. His body is similar to Yi Yun. He is handsome and handsome, but when he looks closely, he seems to be unable to see his appearance.

"you are……"

Yi Yun held his breath, and from the white-shouldered boy, he felt a bit murderous.

The white boy did not say a word, he suddenly shot.

He holds a white lightsaber and throws out a sword. The sword light of this sword is like a big river, directly paving the sky, pouring from the sky to Yiyun!

Yi Yun was shocked. He had already mentioned a 12-point alert and shot it instantly!

In the hands of pure Yang broken swords, after the Yi Yun body, Jin Wufa phase totem whistling.

If the sword of a white boy is like a star river falling from the sky, then this sword of Yi Yun is a golden rush, burning the sky!

boom!

Two swords light collided, Haoyu stirred up, and Qiankun vibrated. The sword light from the young boy holding the sword was too strong. Yiwu’s sword was thrown out in the galaxy, but it could not reach the end. The endless sword light will continue to kill Yiyun's sword!

Yi Yun’s heart is stunned, he strongly mentions a piece of strength, the sword front is horizontal, and the second sword is out!

"Oh!"

Jianguang is like a practice, splitting the sword from the river!

The powerful swordsmanship of the white boy, like a river, pours down from Yiyun and hits the ground.

Ground tremors also hit the body of Yi Yun's body, and the powerful energy made Yi Yun's body protection a crack.

However, when Yi Yun’s protective body began to shatter, the sword gas was also exhausted and finally stopped.

Yi Yun grew a sigh of relief, he looked at the white boy again, the other party still stood with the sword, Jianfeng pointed to the ground, as if it had not been moved.

A strong sword!

Yi Yun’s heart is shocked, he can tell, in fact, the energy contained in this white boy’s sword is not necessarily strong, even weaker than his own sword.

What he really is strong is the sword meaning. The sword he issued has the momentum of immortality. Even if the sword he has pulled out is stronger, he is slowly being worn away.

The white boy looked at Yi Yun. Suddenly, he spoke up: "Go back, you are not qualified."

His voice, indifferent and proud, with an unquestionable tone.

Yi Yun heard the heart sinking, not qualified?

There is no doubt that the white boy’s sword is a test of his own, that is, the sword spirit said that if he can have enough understanding of the kendo, he can enter the inner layer of the pure Yang Jiangong. Otherwise, he can only be rejected. Outside the door.

More than a decade ago, Yi Yun was rejected. After more than a decade, Yi Yun learned a lot of kendo rules, and after the realm was greatly improved, he returned to Chunyang Sword Palace. The answer to the first pass was... not qualified!

Yi Yun spit out a sigh of relief. It is impossible to say that he is not depressed. But he is not discouraged. He came to this world. At the beginning, in the cloudlessness of poverty and backwardness, he is not the same, he has nothing to do with his hands.

But slowly, he step by step out of the cloud, with today's achievements.

He said to the white boy: "I will come again. My understanding of Kendo is not enough now, but one day, I will be qualified to set foot here."

The white boy looked at Yi Yun with a cold look. Without a trace of emotion, he said: "You don't have a special fit for the sword. The effort is futile. You probably don't know, your age is going to be over. Go back, you can't pass. Assessment is not suitable for this!"

The white boy is not at all human, his coldness is also a kind of pride.

And he does have a proud capital.

Yi Yun brows a glimpse. This white boy, in a sentence, predicts his future achievements, how can he be convinced.

His future martial arts road is of course dominated by himself. But at this moment, he is not an opponent of the white boy. The other person said that he is not qualified, and he has no choice.

He took a deep breath and was about to quit the world. At this moment, a weak and old voice sounded.

"Wait a minute, let him stay..."

"Ok?"

The white boy frowned, and he looked at the void not far away.

There, there was a water pattern in the space out of thin air. These water lines gradually condensed and became a virtual shadow of the old man.

The old man was dressed in a gray coat and seemed to be in the woods. He seemed to be weak. He looked at the white boy and said again: "Let him stay."

This voice, Yi Yun is very familiar, he knows that this gray old man is the pure Yang Jiangong sword spirit he met in the pure Yang Jiangong more than ten years ago.

(To be continued.)