"Yes, you're a real phoenix eye, go!" Lin Yun said with a smile.

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

The sea of ​​clouds is vast, with waves flowing thousands of acres, and walking in it is like Feng Xu's wind. It is floating, like an ascending immortal.

Beyond the green mountains and clouds, the blue stars are like such a beautiful scenery.

Xiao Bingfeng's face was full of smiles, but as she walked, she found something was wrong and her eyebrows were frowned.

Lin Yun just said what she was about? Why don’t you remember it?

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

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

"Hmph, I pressed a finger away back then." Xiao Bingfeng glanced at him and said disdainfully.

Lin Yun smiled, soared into the air, and landed on the green mountains.

After reaching the top of the mountain, I encountered the stone statue guarding the gate at the 11th level, and there was also a cliff behind it.

Countless sword marks intertwined, and the sharp and murderous aura rushed towards me, and I could hear the sound of a clanging sword in my ears.

"I'll get through the level."

Lin Yun said over the stone statue.

The stone statue said lightly: "There is a painting in the mountains, and breaking the painting means breaking the pass."

Lin Yun didn't say anything nonsense, looking for clues on the cliff. This cliff was obviously different from the previous one. The sword intent contained was even more powerful, and the sword marks were intertwined, and it was difficult to see through.

He urged the Tongtian sword intent to the limit, his eyes burst out with shimmer, his long hair was full of radiance, and his face was as serious as a crown of jade, and his whole face was extremely serious.

Very difficult!

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

Blood flowed out of his eyes, but Lin Yun turned a blind eye and only looked for a picture of the existence of this mountain.

Found it!

A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, and in his vision, a scroll unfolded. When the scroll was completely unfolded, a figure turned into light and instantly came to Lin Yun.

clang!

Lin Yun drew his sword and went up to meet him. The two figures fought like lightning, and soon they became blurred.

Only the sword lights intertwined and the true energy was stimulating.

This battle was quite tragic, and it was not until Lin Yun sacrificed the Zi Yuan Sword Formation that he barely won with the power of the sword formation.

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

Coincidentally, the name of this sword happened to be Biluo Xingchen!

Lin Yun opened his eyes, wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and smiled: "Sure enough!"

"Remember the scriptures quickly." Xiao Bingfeng saw Lin Yun giggling, pointed at the cliff and shouted hurriedly.

"receive."

Lin Yun smiled, sat cross-legged, and recorded the scriptures that emerged from the cliff.

After a long time, after he got up, the stone statue pondered: "This pass has passed!"
Chapter completed!