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The 579th chapter is stopped in front of Lin Yun, a little bit, slowly launched.

After a while, the tiger that was greatly impacted to Lin Yun, is now the shape.

Wait until the painting is fully expanded, the thick look, the tiger occupies the entire picture, do not carefully see the existence of Tsing Yi people.

Accurately, more people are unable to withstand such a hierarchy, after the instant, it is scared to lose the draw.

In his eyes, there is only the king of the king, which seems to be a huge tiger against the mountains.

Those who really pay for this layer of tigers will be suddenly changed, and the Wang Wik is able to go to the world, and the blink of the sun and the moon becomes aid.

Becoming peaceful, close, sniffing, s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s

The flowers are filled, and the right hand holds the sword to the left hand, and the Tsing Yi people who ball the rose flowers are showing the true face of Lushan.

At the moment, this is the picture seen by Lin Yun, and he has seen this picture countless times.

He knows very quickly, the flower of the palm will rise up, the Tsing Yi will become an absolute protagonist in the painting, but the picture will be more and more blurred.

If there is no spiritual grain, it will not be able to see it.

Sure enough, but for a moment, the scene in the painting is a little fog, and the clouds can only see a green shadow.

Lin Yun Digest, which is the same as the mission in the mission of the palace, and the light is flourishing.

A touch of wedding fluctuations, from him, slowly exudes it.

Where is the flower!

See it!

In front of the scene, there is a blurry, and the sword is muttered, and the palm of the palm is gently falling, and the right hand is holding the sword.

The flowers of the swords and the bloom.

At this moment, it is free to calm, such as a quiet Tsing Yi.

His body suddenly broke out endless swords, more than the river, and the tiger of the Jianli River can be so much more times.

The glory of the sword, shining the mountain river.

The sword tip rose blooms, millions of rays, one heavens and the earth, the flow of light is born, and it can be thrown with the sun and the moon.

As if this is, the next sword falls, the Wanli Mountain River will tremble under this sword.

When she took him, the group flooded, and it was purple, and it was strong.

Suddenly, the Tsing Yi people returned to smile, and a smile hundred flowers lost color.

His line of sight passed through the paintings of Shanglin Yun, the eyes were like a sword, and the time, penetrated the space barriers, so that Lin Yunxin was inexplicably.

coming!

It is this sword, just a sword that will be broken, every time, Lin Yun can't resist.

Let him unable to explore, this set of swordsman's true charm, is always unknown, what is this flowers from? Plute!

Lin Yun's heart jumped, at this moment, he was extremely nervous, his face was unprecedented.

On the forehead, even the sweat of beans, a drop of dripping.

, unable to cover up.

No way, this is the same, from Lin Yunxin.

How many times, a sword that is broken by this is scared, and it is really unclear.

This time, he got a lot of opportunities in the embrace of the halfway.

Whether it is a spiritual grain, or yourself, you have a top floor.

He has been in the past, and if it is still unable to block, all efforts will abandon it.

The failure and heavy frustration will be severely hit by his confidence.

Many things, Lin Yun is not careless, but as long as he really cares.

His victory, his stubbornness and pride, no one can compare with him.

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The sound of the cracked cracks appeared, the Tsing Yi people smiled, the sword came out, and the empty jumped.

Time, the rain, the endless mountain river, and the sword is broken.

Lin Yunyu fierce, when the picture is completely broken, this side seems to have a silk crack, such as glass, and countless small pieces.

Time is solidified, the world is stationary.

Lin Yun's thoughts were completely paused. He had slightly lips, and he couldn't open, and wanted to close.

The heartbeat, is abrupt.

Can't move!

can not breath!

Endless fear comes from the four parties, in Lin Yunweil, there is a dark and dark, his world is smashing.

Between the blink, the darkness of the vast, just swallowed with the silent hell.

Do you want to die? Be evil!

Lin Yunnan did not expect it, even if it is self-reliant, it is still so stunned when it is in this sword.

In the eyes of this situation, I really have some desirable, and the inner depth is deeply unsuccessful.

Can't die, can not die, can not die ... but this silent shout, completely useless, and wait for the darkness to swallow him.

The whole world is still still, Lin Yun has no perception. He can only feel his consciousness, and go down at a certain abyss.

On the moment of his soul, it will be swallowed by a sword, and the Fengfeng Summit in the Xuanqi is suddenly burning golden flames.

In the light, the flame of the liter, emit a variety of patterns.

Boom!

Along with the flame rising, the endless darkness is removed by the mite, and Lin Yun's vision suddenly restores the Qingming.

In the eye, a vast film came, and Lin Yun's heart was shocked. It didn't come to the response by the other party to catch the wrist, and the back is pulled.

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Lin Yunfin did not move, but he felt that the other party pulled it, but it seems that he all relieved his soul.

Just a slightly confused, when you got the quarter environment, you caught two people, a man and a woman.

The male is a green dress, holding a burial flower, a pair of deep eyes, blue sky is washed.

Exquisite five-official, perfect, can't pick any flaws, like beauty jade, Feng Shen, Zhong Lingxi, Zhong Lingxiu, all beautiful words in the world, there seem to be in his body, there seems to have some of his style.

It is him ... Lin Yunxin muttered, this is his tanner who has seen countless times in painting.

Just I didn't expect that this person is so happy, like a fairy.

Compared with him, the woman next to it is to let Lin Yun more movement.

That is a kind of beauty that is independent, simple and no, look at it, there is no sense of stunning, but you can get an eye, just immersed in which it is not self-extricted.

Two people have a fairy, one, but they can have wind, do not lose each other.

On the occasion of Lin Yun, the Tsing Yi pulled the woman's arm and walked over to him quickly.

"It turned out, just pulled it is not my hand ... not good, I am coming to me.

When Lin Yun did not know, the two were trailing, and he wore him in the past.

Lin Yun's heart is inexplicably, suddenly realizes, he has in painting.

The people in this painting are just a long history, not a real person.

When he turned and see, the Tsing Yi people had danced, and the woman looked quietly, her face with a faint smile, she loudly: "Where is the flower?"

Lin Yun, heard her voice, suddenly be surprised, this sound was like Qingquan water, the water was hit, and he recited.

Tsing Yi people have smiled, swords, the floral flowers on the ground, sprouts.

Only one rose is not imagined, falling above the sword.

When the rose falls on the tip of the sword, the rose is blooming, making the world hundred flowers, it is eclipsed.

The sword pointed, accompanied by the rays of this rose, and reached the point where the heartbeat, as if the mountain river can be punctured by him.

"Where did I come?"

The smile on the woman's face became gradually, and it was loudly.

Tsing Yi people sword, body shape, time, this side of the world, I can't see any traces of Tsing Yi people.

Only that flower, only the rose on the tip of the sword, crackled, scattered into a number of petals, derived into a storm.

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The storm of petals, between rotation, burst into the sky, swept the world.

"Empty mountain water is long, woody winds!

Waiting for the disparation of the storm, sword light reproduce, Lin Yun, knowing that Tsing Yi people have always been, just hiding themselves in the sword.

This will reproduce the sword light, and the bright sword is bloom, and the sword is in the hands of the Qingyi people, such as the rivers and lakes, surrounded by empty mountains, lingering.

The breeze passed, didn't see the empty mountain, only a piece of leaves, moved with the wind.

The world, this laury is small, but the falling leaves are flusted in the wind, Lin Yun is bright, this sword is big to small, there is quiet to move, the conversion of artistic movement is really amazing.

"Flying flowers look like dreams, silky rain is like!

The woman's red lips is close, the empty voice, if the bird is flying.

The sword is turning, the sword is like a zero petal, and the light dance is flying; with the silk rain, the sword is getting upright, dense, hit it on the raindrops, send a jade, Inefered.

"There is nothing in the world, giving a kingbai horse-hoof!

The voice of the woman, at this moment, can have a tenderness in this firm, but it can be independent.

Tsing Yi people flying silky swordsmanship with this moment, suddenly high, and frankly, domineering.

"I come from the sky!

Just angry, domineering and boundless, the swordsman who have always been fashionable before, and suddenly appeared.

In the sound of enthusiasm, he fell from the sky, and the sword waved, and the Wan Ma Qianjun, the endless mountain river, all chopped.

"Flowers from your palm!

Tsing Yi people turned over, the funeral sword is in front of the ground, and the trembling is not limited.

The backhand is spread, there is a flower bud that is in his palm, and the funeral sword is stuck on the right arm, he only raises his left hand slowly.

Bang!

Among the rise, accompanied by the opening of the flower bud, the horrible swords are constantly skyrocketing, and the people who are forced are open.

This day, the earth, all under this sword, dramatically trembled.

"One show the dust ..."

The palm of the palm buds, bloom, Tsing Yi people pick one, and the gods are surging, cold voice: "Through the mountain river!

Time, the flower of the palm of the palm of the palm, the green people under the light of the light, Huang Huang Jianwei, the big day of the sky is lightened.

A sword heart is transparent, so that the dust is exhausted, it is a light bloving day, and there are thousands of mountains.

Waiting for the light, getting brighter, open the Lin Yunzhen.

Waiting for the sword light that is hovering the mountain river, I came, Lin Yun felt a strong vigorously, and crused his hard.

Lin Yun's foot step, looked up, the painted picture, swaying, swaying, looking down.

I quickly reached a trick, and the launched picture was instantly rolled up and was tightly held in the hands.

Can Lin Yun spent a long time, holding the painting, and squatting.

Half sound, Lin Yun's face is revealed, the look, the look, still immersed in it.

Where is the flower? Where did I come? Empty mountain water is long, and the wooden winds.

Flying flowers look like a dream, silky rain is delicious.

There is nothing in the world, giving a king white horseshoe.

I am coming from the sky!

Flowers from your palm!

One year, there is a lot of light, and you will be a mountain river!

...... Tsing Yi people, swords, but also give Lin Yun into the opportunity, just that all did not expect, the full appreciation of this sword, so shocking people.

After a long time, Lin Yun's eyes were not in the eyes, turned to the essence, and the gods were so unparalleled: "This sword method, I must learn!"