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When the roses can be taken from the storage bag, Lin Yun has become quite nervous.

He is in his heart, and the look is extremely rare.

There are many dust swords, and Lin Yun is still remembering now. Where is the flowers, where did I come.

I have a dust and light, and I will take the mountain river!

What is arrogant!

At the beginning, this sword allowed Lin Yun directly across the realm and killed three old people in Yinyang.

There is no doubt that the joy will inevitably be more powerful, even far away from the thirteen swords.

Once the drawing is opened, Lin Yun doesn't know what will face, if it is a ditch, it is also very likely that swords and swords.

Big big may be empty, and you can't see the so-called happy sword law at all.

Because Lin Yun is accompanied by his spiritual grain, it is not as confident like his sword.

He became a holy quencher, and it was quite good to use the means. In the heart of Lin Yun, he had to work hard, one step, one footprint, steady and stabilized.

Do not take the success of harvest, don't be too serious, otherwise you will eat a big loss.

"Take a look, otherwise, go to Jianzong, I want to refine a lot of spirituality.

Lin Yun is soft.

Although this holy quasi is a lot of water, it can be harvested, but it is a real surprise.

The light is the soul radiation five hundred miles, it is enough to make many people envy.

If it can be further attained in spirit, even if there is no rose painting volume as a power, you can make your strength improve.

Lin Yun's mind is moving, and the painting of the painting is leisurely, the familiar white spot tiger, jumped.

Today, Lin Yun faces this white spot, still has urgent pressure.

He guess that this white spot tiger may be the sacred beast, or it is directly the beast, otherwise the gods cannot be scared.

God!

Lin Yun's eyebrow is in the dark, the deep eyebrows, the golden sword sea boiling, and the sword is released.

His body blooms golden swords, when the tiger will have to fade, to resist this prevail.

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The familiar picture has appeared again, a white palm appeared in the tiger.

The tiger eyes are slightly closed, the look is soft, sniffing the aroma of the palm of the rose bloom.

The flowers are filled, and Lin Yun standing outside, seems to have smell the aroma of the rose.

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The picture is constantly flashing, and the dust swords of the priests have been seen again, once again, before Lin Yun.

When the dust sword method is demonstrated, the paintings will crash, the sun and the mountains, the flowers and trees, the heavens and the earth, the number of unclear disabled, floating in front of Lin Yun, a sunshine is slowly accumulating.

coming!

Lin Yunxin is tight, and the sword is sensitive to a very dangerous breath.

"Day!

Just in Lin Yun Congwei, when he played 120,000 points, he suddenly sounded a voice.

Hey!

Lin Yun has a blood spit out, and the sword is sword, and immediately is shot, and the body is bleak.

"Place!

Hey!

Lin Yun spit a blood, and then retired three steps.

"Heaven and earth, the wind is ice!"

After waiting until all the top eight words were completed, Lin Yun retired later, and the knee poured down, and his face was pale.

Hurt!

it hurts!

Lin Yun's head, headache, face distortion, I can't send a sound.

Tiandi mystery, wind light thunder!

The Yu Yin is too shocking in his mind, invading into the palace, and shakes.

Lin Yun pain does not want to live, he can't wait to cut his head, and give him the voice.

At this moment, the swords of the gods, the branches of Cang Dragon, the sun and the moon, the initial sword, all kinds of means, is useless, and people crash to the extreme.

At the critical time, the mission in Lin Yun Xuanqi rescued him, and the golden black scorpion seems to live.

A shaft of Shengwei, Xu Xi.

After a moment, the invade to the Xuan Palace, and Lin Yun was tortured to the voice of the pain, and was slowly dissipated by this soul.

Lin Yun woke up, his double eyes became a little overlapping, and the four-party blurred picture was a little overlap, and then gradually became clear.

"See it!

Lin Yun's eyes were on, and hurriedly stood up.

He saw the original crushing picture, reorganized, just a complete change.

There is no number of holy graphics such as ink, integrated into new pictures, a little start.

"Happy nine swords, a total of nine swords, divided into Tianzi swords, mutual words swords, Xuan Zi swords, ridiculous swords ... Ice swordsman.

Then there was a sound from the painting, and the floating is far from the taste of virtual.

Tiandi mystery, wind light thunder.

Lin Yun has a mirroad number in his heart. It is obviously eight words, but he says that the nine sword, what is the ninth word, what is the ninth sword? "How much is there, 36!

It is not easy to think about it. On a ridiculous plain in the picture, the Tsing Yi Nan Emperor holds a sword and moved.

"Day!

"Tianshi!

"Tiantong!

"Tianshi!

... "Tian fifteen!

His rabbits have fallen, it is normally, and the sky is seamless, there is an unrecognizable rhyme.

Between, the Tsing Yi people every sword are like writing a pen, a pen, every sword contains great power.

"Day 36!

After the thirty-six sword was completed, the thirty-six swords of swords in the void were printed, and they were constantly overlapping, and they accumulated.

In an instant, the sky is out of color, and the sun and the moon are light.

An ancient weather appeared, after the green people, wait until this word fell, everything in the world seems to be convinced.

Lin Yun looked at the eyes and shocked, never thought of there was still such a sword.

"How much is there ..."

Turning the green people in the picture, the movements are getting faster and faster, and Lin Yun is unable to see the point with the gods of swords.

Lin Yun can't see it, anything can't see, and it is blurred in the eyes.

Even the sounds from the paintings are all intermittent, and the etherence is too empty.

It can only be seen in vain, and the mystery of the sky, the eight characters of the wind, the ice, the artistic conception of the words, and the Tsing Yi people are urging the ultimate.

If you have God, if there is Tianwei, every sword is broken down.

The sword is transheng, eight ancient characters, the sun, the sun and the moon reverses, the rule is reversed, the space is distorted, and the quartz fiftere.

Eight words, each word contains a happy mood, every mood is magnificent, but it is lightweight.

Is this a happy eight? Lin Yun is soft, and it is the color of admiration, and this sword method is really amazing.

No, this sword method seems to be a happy nine sword!

Lin Yun remembered very clearly. The first thing I heard is a joy, then there should be a sword.

Just on the occasion of Lin Yun, the rose roll was suddenly passed on the endless and sad voice, an angry, torn the sky.

Ten thousand kinds of villages and scattered.

"There is nothing in the world, you will be happy!"

Lin Yun's face is slightly changed, and this sudden transformation, let him not find it.

Moreover, the swords of the picture grew more and more horrible, so that he is frightened, do not wait until the Qingyi people, and quickly reach a trick.

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The rose painted volume instantly rolled up, flashed, falling in his hand.

"so close.

Lin Yun looked touched, only felt that the first sword was made out.

Feeling the artistic conception of the South Emperor in the painting, only this sword is enough to be directly calmed by him.

The eight words in front, clearly written the wind, and the artistic conception of the two words is urged to the unimaginable limit.

He is happy, all between this eight-word sword.

The last sword is actually a broken, endless sadness, endless sadness, endless darkness, and it is difficult to afford.

"There is nothing in the world, and you will be unhappy."

Lin Yun muttered, after reading a few times, it seems to understand what.

In the same time, he also knows that when you feel that this painting is open.

The intuition from swords is not wrong. If it is not a holy grade of Xuanong, he has opened the drawing in this year.

Fortunately, there is no impulse, a little luck.

Lin Yun closed the paintings, sitting and closing the graphs, and digest the information just sent.

Happy nine swords, or nine swords, can actually be simple than nine swords so simple.

The light is a flavor sword, there is a lot of thirty-six swords, and the power of every sword is big, and each sword is different.

It can be related to the sky, related to Xiaoyao, happy in the sky, get away from the sword, happy.

A little bit a bit is unfortunately, Lin Yun's eyes are still too bad, this is not complete.

"Step by step, first practice the flavor sword."

After Lin Yun opened his eyes, his look was a lot, and there was a decision in his heart.

Lin Yun recalls the picture seen in the painting, and runs the starry dollar, and the martial arts that the martial arts is turned in the meridian in accordance with the resulting sword.

It is difficult to find difficulties when you see the Tsing Yi people. When Lin Yun himself is cultivated, it will find difficulties.

Just just the flavor sword, the mood is also a smog sea, stepped into it, and must not be collected, can't be truly entitled.

Lin Yun spent seven days, and reluctantly cultivating this day character, cultivation to Xiao Cheng.

Thirty-six swords learned the 18th sword, and it can be written out of a day, and it is not a small distance.

Lin Yun's mood is unprecedented.

After he mastered the fierce sword, the ordinary Holy Spiritual sword method was almost seen.

Slightly and more complex, it may also be closed to the time of half a tea, and it is necessary to collect all the time.

But this is a happy and nine sword, but it is extraordinary, and even the swords of the gods cannot be completely seen.

In seven days, Lin Yun will be the sword of the heavens, cultivated to the twenty-third sword, and then was forced to stop.

Xiao Bingfeng rode a blood dragon horse, and the wind is in the wind.

"Lin Yun, should go to see the patterns.

Xiao Bingfeng wrinkled with a brow, some angry: "You are a sword to practice stupid, and I will forget the emperor.

Lin Yun closed the funeral sword, laughed, and he was in the sky before and the sword.

The other party will open the ban on Holy Sword today, just practice this day, the word sword is too entered, it is really a bit forgotten.

Lin Yun is open-minded: "You are just right, just ask you.

"What?"

Xiao Bingfeng looks calm, not much interest, she is only interested in the supreme gods now.

"Qin Cang's golden keel, how to dispose?"

Lin Yun digs the other's keel, how can it be used, but it is a big problem.

This thing is definitely can't give people, no one dares to use it. Once they are known by Qin, it is the trouble of Tianda.

It is not used by himself. If the other keel is ok, this keel is too large to the Cang Dragon.

And it contains Qin Cang's breath, it is difficult to completely digest, and Lin Yun's Canglong Holy Body is definitely not fit.

"Hey, do you want to eat it, it is still a long body.

You are not going to kitak, just cook a pot of golden dragon soup!

The holy medicine you sent this emperor is still useless, just cooked a pot, definitely delicious!

Xiao Bingfeng is more exciting, and the two eyes are light.

Lin Yunfei squatted down, this Qin Guo wants to know, it is still not alive.

[Finally, I feel a bit, I have been annoying these days.

Happy nine swords, supreme gods, and some of the altar that may be buried in the gods, some pits of the clouds, still very interesting.

Also thanked Xiaoween's 100,000 vertical coins to reward, very touched, I have a little forgotten ... I have a three anniversary.