"Yes, you are a genuine phoenix eye, let's go!" Lin Yun said with a smile.

Two figures, one big and one small, walked in the vast sea of ​​clouds ahead.

The sea of ​​clouds is vast, the waves are vast, and it is vast. Walking in it is like Feng Xu riding the wind. It is as if it is an immortal who has emerged and ascended.

Beyond the green mountains and clouds, the stars are falling, it’s such a beautiful scene.

Xiao Bingfeng had a bright smile on her face, but as she walked, she noticed something was wrong and her eyebrows knitted together.

What did Lin Yun say about her just now? Why don't you remember?

"Stinky Lin Yun, did you say something about me just now? You seemed to imply that I look very old..." Xiao Bingfeng said dissatisfied.

Lin Yun smiled and said: "No way, look at this mountain, it's so high!"

"Hmph, I was able to press one finger back then and lose it." Xiao Bingfeng glanced at it and said disdainfully.

Lin Yun smiled, rose into the sky, and landed on the green mountain.

After reaching the top of the mountain, we encountered the stone statue guarding the eleventh level. There was also a cliff behind it.

Countless sword marks crisscrossed each other, a sharp and murderous aura rushed towards his face, and it seemed as if he could hear the sound of clanging swords in his ears.

"I'll break through."

Lin Yunchong said to the stone statue.

The stone statue said calmly: "There are paintings in the mountains. If you destroy the paintings, you will break the barrier."

Lin Yun didn't waste any time and searched for clues on the cliff. This cliff was obviously different from the previous one. The sword intent contained therein was more powerful. The sword marks were intertwined and misty, making it difficult to see through.

He pushed the Sky Sword Intent to the limit, his eyes shimmered with light, his long hair spread out, his face was like a crown of jade, and his whole face was serious to the extreme.

So difficult!

Time passed, and half an hour later, Xiao Bingfeng suddenly said: "Lin Yun, your eyes are bleeding."

Blood flowed from his eyes, but Lin Yun turned a deaf ear and only looked for pictures of the existence of this mountain.

Found it!

A smile appeared on Lin Yun's lips. In his field of vision, a picture scroll unfolded. When the picture scroll was completely unfolded, a figure turned into light and rushed to Lin Yun in an instant.

Clang!

Lin Yun drew his sword and rushed forward. The two figures clashed with each other like lightning, and soon became blurred.

Only the swords and lights intersected, and the true energy surged.

This battle was quite brutal, until Lin Yun used the Purple Kite Sword Formation and used the power of the sword formation to barely win.

The light spot in the scroll entered the center of his eyebrows, and a stream of information poured into his mind. It was the eleventh sword of the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds.

It's a coincidence that the name of this sword happens to be Biluo Xingchen!

Lin Yun opened his eyes, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Sure enough!"

"Scripture, write it down quickly." Xiao Bingfeng saw Lin Yun smirking and pointed at the cliff, shouting hurriedly.

"receive."

Lin Yun smiled, sat cross-legged, and wrote down the scriptures that emerged from the cliff one by one.

After a long time, when he stood up, the stone statue muttered: "This level has been passed!"
Chapter completed!