With a gentle wrist in his right hand, Lin Yun held the hilt of the sword in the back hand, making the entire sword body press against his arm, his eyes were extremely sharp!

Time flies, it's

Three days passed.

Day and night, Lin Yun was nervously comprehensively pursuing Lei Yin sword technique and did not dare to slack off.

Thunder Shadow Sword Technique, Fierce Wind Style!

Lin Yun shouted lightly, and swish swish swish swish, nine swords were released. The moment when the nine sword shadows overlapped, a shocking wind burst out.

"Not enough, come again!"

The young man looked sharp and roared angrily. The sword came out, and the wind blew, and in one breath, eighteen swords were released.

When the eighteen sword shadows overlap, the sound of the wind blew the trees in the courtyard, as if they were about to be uprooted.

"It's still not enough!"

Lin Yun looked crazy and kept practicing, always practicing.

He realized the true meaning of the Qianfeng style and made rapid progress and the mystery of the Leiyin sword technique were constantly absorbed and refined by him.

Three days later, Lin Yun swung his sword and scattered ninety-eighty-one sword shadows. The moment the sword shadows overlapped, a thunder sounded in the courtyard.

Bang!

The four connected rooms fell apart in an instant, and turned into dust under this sword.

"The wind roars like thunder, and finally did it!"

Lin Yun, who was ecstatic, did not withdraw his sword. He took advantage of the thunderous sword momentum and then used another sword.

Thunder Shadow Sword Technique, the second style, fallen flowers!

In Lin Yun's world, the world was pitch black, and a desolate rose slowly fell, waiting for the moment when the fallen flowers overlapped with the big trees in the courtyard.

The sword in his hand stabbed out at the same time.

Click!

The fallen flowers instantly passed, and the rose flowers were cut in half by this sword. The ancient trees in the courtyard were broken into two pieces at the same time, and the gap was as smooth as a mirror.

Lin Yun Changsu breathed a sigh, looked at the gap in the broken tree, and sighed softly: "This should be considered as me, I have comprehended the longest sword technique. After all, it took eight days to barely practice two moves."

I can't delay any longer, I have to search for the heart of lava.

Let’s understand the next three postures on the way. If you miss the time when the Qingyang Realm Seal is opened, it will be troublesome.

After packing up and preparing, Lin Yun put on his sword box, tied his cloak, and went to Wanbao Pavilion to say goodbye to Tong Hu.

"Hehe, how did you understand the sword technique?"

When Tong Hu met, he asked about Lei Yin sword technique. He was quite confident about the power of this sword technique.

As for Lin Yun, it is hard to say whether he can practice it.

Lin Yun thought about it and told him truthfully: "It's not very smooth."

"Don't be discouraged, this is a sword technique comparable to super innate martial arts. If you can practice one move before the Qingyang Realm seal is opened, you will be considered a swordsman in thousands!"

Tong Hu comforted her with a smile, but he thought to himself that it would be right if it didn't go well.

Lin Yun brought a hat and thrust his mouth, but still said nothing, and said with a smile: "Goodbye."

"Brother Lin, the journey is smooth!"

Tong Hu bowed his hand and watched the other party leave, laughed softly, "Little guy, it's a bit interesting. He makes me a big profit every time!"

"Boss, boss, it's not good."

Just at this moment, a servant walked over in a panic, looking nervous.

Tong Hu frowned and cursed: "What are you panic? Just say anything."

"The villa where Mr. Lin lived is gone... it is gone!" the servant said hesitantly and said with great difficulty.

Tong Hu showed a strange look on his face and waved, "Take me to see."

After a while, Tong Hu understood what the servant meant. The four guest rooms in the other courtyard, together with the ancient wooden furniture, turned into a pile of dust.

His expression was strange, and he came to the broken tree and felt thoughtful.

He reached out and gently stroked the gap in the broken tree, the gap as smooth as a mirror, and went all the way to the end.

There is no dust on your fingertips.

Looking at the clean fingers, Tong Hu's face was ashen and smiled self-deprecatingly: "This is also called the understanding that it is not going well. Are you playing tricks on me?"

With his eyesight, it was obvious at a glance that Lin Yun had mastered at least two moves.

The wind roars like thunder, and the flowers fall for a moment!

Wan Feng's thoughts appeared on Tong Hu that day, which made him feel that it was a bit too cheap Lin Yun.

Tong Hu, who has always come from Xu and never does business at a loss.
Chapter completed!