Cut them all down.

"Flowers rise from the palm of your hand!"

The man in Tsing Yi flipped his hand, and the flower-burial sword penetrated the ground in front of him, trembling incessantly. He spread out his backhand, and a flower bud slowly unfolded in his palm. The flower-burial sword was tightly attached to his right arm, and he only slowly moved his left hand.

Rising.

Boom!

During the rise, as the buds opened, the terrifying sword intent continued to surge in his body, making people unable to open their eyes. The sky and the earth were trembling violently under the sword intent.

"One thought consumes all the light..."

The flower buds bloomed suddenly in the palm of his hand. The man in green raised his brows, his eyes flashed with divine light, and he shouted in a cold voice: "Illuminate thousands of flowers in the mountains and rivers!"

Immediately, the flower in the palm of his hand burst out with light, and the man in green shrouded in this light, with his brilliant sword power, was like the sun illuminating the sky and the earth.

The heart of a sword is clear and bright. When the dust dissipates, the brilliance of the sun will shine through thousands of mountains and rivers.

The brilliance became brighter and brighter, stabbing Lin Yun to the point where he could not open his eyes. When the sword light that shone through thousands of mountains and rivers came towards his face, Lin Yun instantly felt a majestic force that forcefully knocked him to the ground.

Squeezed out.

Lin Yun staggered and looked up. The scroll hanging in the air in front of him shook with a sound and was about to fall down.

He quickly reached out and made a move, and the unfolded scroll instantly rolled up and was held tightly in his hand.

But Lin Yun was speechless for a long time, holding the scroll in his hand, lost in thought.

After a while, Lin Yun's face showed a look of loss, and the look in his eyes was still immersed in panic.

Where do flowers come from?

Where do I come from?

The empty mountains and rivers are long, and the wind and wind are blowing in the leaves.

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the silk rain is as thin as sorrow.

I have nothing in this world, so I give you white horse hooves.

I come from heaven!

Flowers rise from the palm of your hand!

A single thought emanates light from the dust, illuminating thousands of mountains and rivers!

…

The man in Tsing Yi broke through the painting with his sword, but it also gave Lin Yun the opportunity to enter the painting to take a closer look. However, he never expected that the full elegance of this sword would be so shocking.
Chapter completed!