"Haha, it seems we are almost successful."

"Jianmen planted a seed of Sword Emperor Grass in Luolongpo thirty years ago, and now it is finally about to emerge."

"Luolongpo, the strong man who fought the Yanlong back then was really terrifying. He died for thousands of years, but his sword intention is still immortal to this day."

"Young Master mainly refined this Sword Emperor Grass. I am afraid that the sword will at least reach the Great Perfection, and may even be promoted to the realm of Perfection! It will definitely shine at the dragon feast!"

"Maybe, this seed has been infected by that strong man's sword intention for ten years. Maybe it can break free from the shackles of the innate sword intention."

At this moment, several disciples of the Iron-Blooded Sword Sect passed by under the tree and talked casually.

Lin Yun restrained his breath, and after the group of people had gone away, he opened the branches and revealed himself.

Lin Yun looked up and looked at the source of the sword's fluctuations, thoughtfully. It turned out that the strong man who fought Yanlong back then was a peerless swordsman.

What kind of sword intent could actually last for thousands of years? Lin Yun was so curious that he couldn't control it at all.

Calculating the time, if you just take a quick look, you should still have time.

Lin Yun thought about it and made a decision.

Take a look!

Immediately, his body flashed, silently, and swept forward like lightning. As he walked, the pressure of the sword became stronger.

Ten minutes later, Lin Yun's eyes suddenly felt stinging.

When his vision recovered and he carefully opened his eyes, at the end of his sight, he saw a sword, hanging in the sky, lingering with immortal thunder.

The endless majestic sword intent, along with the blooming sword light, illuminated the whole world like the bright sun.

The nine heavens thundered, and the sword shone brightly!

Lin Yun's heart was shocked, he knew that it was not a real sword.
Chapter completed!