In his estimate, no matter how ignorant Lin Yun was, he would at most cultivate the first three swords to a great success.

This is terrifying and extremely terrifying.

But compared with the twelve swords he masters, it is still not worth mentioning, and he will definitely lose.

Although Lin Yun practiced the third sword to the realm of transformation, which was beyond his expectations, if that's all, the winner of Xiahou Yun will be the one who won in the end.

The fourth sword, the sword rises deep in the clouds!

The fifth sword, the sky is vast!

The sixth sword, the heart of heaven is leisurely!

The Seventh Sword, above the White Cloud!

But the following scenes completely broke Xiahou Yun's fantasy. Lin Yun on the stage used his sword technique faster and faster.

It was so fast that it was dazzling and dazzling. All kinds of artistic conceptions were like prosperity and prosperity on him, stacking them up.

In just a few blinks, Lin Yun used the eleven swords in one breath.

And every sword is a realm of transformation!

"The twelfth sword, the water of the river comes from the sky!"

Lin Yun waved his sword in the middle of the lake, and instantly, a magnificent vision bloomed. In the bright moon in the sky, a figure also waved a dazzling sword light.

Wow!

Two figures overlap, two sword lights are connected, a river of heaven emerges from the sky, boundless and vast, with dazzling stars.

Lin Yun took a step back and stood the sword upright in front of his chest. This set of sword techniques was finally used.

But everyone was far from seeing enough and was still immersed in the wonderful artistic conception released by Lin Yun's sword technique.

"This is the Tianshui Sword Technique!"

"My God, Lin Yun is really amazing. He has practiced the Tianshui Sword Technique to the realm of transformation in just two days."

"I seem to see that a new legend of the Sword Sect has been born!"

"The Sword Sect has been silent for too long. After the sword was shocking, it has been too long since there was no legend."

"But... why has Lin Yun not ended yet?"

In the assessment square, there were endless exclamations.

But at this moment, Lin Yun, who had already put the sword in front of his chest, moved again.

Wow!

When he moved, twelve afterimages burst out from him.

Each afterimage produced a sword, and the Twelve Swords of Tianshui were displayed in this breath, so fast that it was completely unseen.

But it's not over yet!

The twelve afterimages separated again, turning into thirty-six afterimages, and using three completely different Tianshui sword techniques.

There were suddenly many strange phenomena in the world, and countless sword shadows, interspersed and dazzling.

Thirty-six artistic conceptions and thirty-six visions bloom almost at the same time.

boom!

When all the afterimages overlapped, the sword on Lin Yun's body swayed, and a light of the Holy Spirit bloomed on him.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon roared and the dragon's might was overwhelming.

A dragon shadow burst out from Lin Yun's body. It was the holy spirit of Tianshui Sword Technique, which was a flawless white divine dragon.

Blasted!

The atmosphere in the assessment square exploded instantly, and everyone felt numb from watching it, and they almost knelt down.

"Three hundred years! The water of the river comes from the sky, and there is no white dragon for three hundred years!"

The old man in gray-clothed in charge of the assessment had his eyes wet. No one had been able to sacrifice the Holy Spirit for three hundred years in Tianshui Sword Technique.

Lin Yun touched Bailong's head, and a smile appeared in his eyes. It seemed that his guess was correct.

Only by mastering the thirty-six artistic conceptions can one sacrifice the true holy spirit of Tianshui sword technique.

"really."

Ye Ziling and Zhao Yan looked at each other, and they were shocked from each other's eyes.

The two of them had long discovered that the sword technique was a bit strange and they couldn't figure out what the weirdness was, but now they finally understood it.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun put his sword back into the sheath, jumped off the stage, looked at Xiahou Yun and said, "Brother, start your performance."

Xiahou Yunrum woke up in shock, his face turned red and he was extremely embarrassed.

How to play this!

This is not a game at all. The two of them practiced the same swordsmanship. He is no longer different from the clown.

It's embarrassing to go up again, and I want to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Hahaha, Xiahou Yun goes up, don't be timid!"

"I heard it. You just said that you should make Lin Yun jump higher, and then slap him down again, don't be timid!"

"Xiahou Yun, come one!"

Suddenly, cheerful laughter sounded in the assessment square, and everyone started to tease.

Xiahou Yun's face turned red and he couldn't say a word at all. After a while, he stammered: "I... I have a stomachache, go to the cottage and come again."

puff!

The audience burst into laughter and wanted to escape, which was too embarrassing.

But let alone, seeing his face flushed and he felt extremely uncomfortable, maybe he really wanted that.
Chapter completed!