"Thank you, senior."

Lin Yun sat cross-legged, with his hands clasped together, his expression extremely respectful, and he bent down to salute solemnly.

After getting up, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and sensed it in the air. All the sword patterns had disappeared. Apart from the cold and cold weather, this place was just an ordinary bamboo forest.

"Kill you to death, chop you to death!"

There was a sound of kicking and hissing in his ears. Lin Yun turned around and saw that Li Wuyou was as tired as a dog.

Holding the sword in both hands, he swung it wildly at the air, his face full of anger, and his mouth muttering something.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Yun frowned slightly and cautiously stepped forward to ask.

"Brother, I want to avenge you. There are so many bamboos. Wait until I finish cutting them. Don't let me know which bastard planted them. I have to kill him!"

Li Wuyou answered casually, his face still full of murderous intent, and he was chopping bamboo in the air.

Lin Yun's middle finger on his right hand was bent, and his thumb pressed heavily on the nail. He did not flick his finger to the divine sword, but just made a false finger.

Clang!

With one finger popping out, the complete sword intention suddenly lingered, and a clear and translucent sword chant burst out.

When the strong wind rises, the entire bamboo forest sways with it, and the sound of swaying wind chimes plays a double chorus.

Li Wuyou felt a buzz in his mind and suddenly woke up.

"What am I doing?"

After waking up with a start, he sighed: "My wrist is so sore..."

How can I not feel sour? I swung thousands of swords with all my strength into the air. It would be weird if I didn't feel sour.

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

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

"Brother, are you not dead?"

Li Wuyou suddenly felt like a dream, looked at Lin Yun and said in surprise: "Haha, brother, I saved you! The moment you were swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood, I came in and cut off all the unknown green bamboos. I didn't expect the yin and yang."

You made a mistake, I really saved my brother."

Lin Yun rolled his eyes, pointed in all directions and said, "Just take a look for yourself, I don't want to talk to you."

"What's going on..."

Only then did Li Wuyou notice something strange. There was not a single broken bamboo on the ground. Could it be all an illusion?

In the huge Sword Burial Forest, there were not even half of the green bamboos he had chopped, let alone one.

The blood dragon horse took a step forward, snorted, looked at Li Wuyou with contempt, and walked towards Lin Yun.

Li Wuyou covered his face with his hands and was about to cry without tears. His reputation was completely ruined. What shameful thing did he do? Even the blood dragon horse despised him...

rustle!

Stepping on the bamboo leaves on the ground, Lin Yun led the blood dragon horse and walked towards the depths.

There are many secrets in this place.

The winding path leads to a quiet place, and the road is long and long. After half a stick of incense, Lin Yun saw an ancient bamboo building.

The bamboo building is built next to the water, with a cold pool on one side, filled with mist, making the cold person tremble slightly.

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

Lin Yun thought thoughtfully, the cold air in this place was somewhat similar to the Yinfeng Stream he had stayed in. It was not as violent as Yinfeng Stream, but the cold air was cold, and the staying power was continuous, making it even better.

"What the hell is this place? It's so cold."

Li Wuyou's voice sounded from behind, and Lin Yun turned around to look.
Chapter completed!