There are more than a thousand sword styles, and the sword's intention is surging.

Now that the spiritual energy in Lin Yi's body is exhausted, he can only use his sword intention and sword posture to compete with the thunder calamity coming from the sky above his head.

These sword styles are the result of Jiuxuan Immortal Lord’s understanding of swords.

Each sword posture is like a sword dancer, with sword movements flowing in waves.

The sword is like a wild beast, full of ferocity.

There is a sword style that is like running water, trickling endlessly.

As one thousand four hundred and forty sword styles were completely spread out in the air, everyone under Hong Kong Island unconsciously felt a cold and sharp edge.

Rumang is in front.

It felt like a sword blade was slowly passing over their bodies.

It was clear that there was an extremely long distance, and there was clearly no sword in front of him, but the feeling was so real that other warriors subconsciously raised their strength and tried to resist.

The real masters hidden in various fields all had their eyes widened at this moment.

The fierce and surging sword intent is far more shocking than the terrifying and solid strength.

Lin Yi held Chenli's sword in his hand, and Lin Yi raised a few more sword flowers. The sword's blade streaked across the sky, and the sword became even more ferocious when worn.

This has gone beyond the definition of moves.

Without the slightest blessing of spiritual energy and strength, one thousand four hundred and forty nets of sword intent collided with the Heavenly Tribulation in an instant.

The will of the sword and the will of heaven strangled each other.

There were bursts of thunder.

The Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Light, which was already full of awe-inspiring atmosphere, was completely entangled by the sword intent after a roar.

Electric light flashes.

One hit is useless.

The eyes of the Heavenly Tribulation are full of rage.

It seems that he is angry that the young man in front of him dares to fight for his life!

Only in the later stage of foundation building.

Who gave you the courage!

The second lightning sword turned into a sword, condensing layer after layer of blue-colored swords in mid-air.

The long sword moved in time, and with a sword intent that was completely different from Lin Yizhi's sword intent, it instantly rushed into the sword net.

"The way of heaven."

Lin Yi snorted coldly and looked around.

The sword intent formed by more than a thousand sword intent and heavenly calamity strangled even more fiercely.

It's like two armies facing each other, with soldiers charging.

Lin Yi never stopped holding Chen Li in his hand, raising his sword in the air one after another.

In the front position, more than 300 sword intentions transformed from the Thunder Light Tribulation were pointed directly at the center of Lin Yi's eyebrows.

Lin Yi's face did not change, he looked at each other coldly, and took a step forward, as if his whole body had merged with Chenli.

The tip of Chenli's ancient sword moved forward. One sword was as powerful as a hundred swords. The lightning of the Heavenly Tribulation suddenly exploded at the tip of the sword. One after another, there was a crazy sword intent, carrying terrifying pressure and murderous intent. The tide

Generally flock to Lin Yi.

Zhao Liuli, who was in the Soul Sacrifice Scroll, looked at the scene in front of him with shock in his heart.

She looked at the chilly sky in front of her with a complicated expression.

The power of heavenly calamity.

But the figure of the young man holding the sword freely and freely is so bright and dazzling.

He was like the only light in this dark and silent world.

Misty rain, enlightenment, sudden clarity.

The three swords moved forward, intertwining with the sword intent of the Heavenly Tribulation. The battle became more fierce, and the fighting intent and sword intent seemed to have exploded.

It’s just that the three swords are mortal swords after all.

Every time they fight, there will be more broken gaps on the swords of the three swords.

Boom!

The power of the second heavenly tribulation reached its peak.

After a breath of stagnation.

The sword intent transformed by thousands of lightnings converged into one point.

At first glance, it was a short purple dagger no more than seven inches long floating in the sky above Lin Yi's head.

At this moment, the world experienced a brief moment of silence.

All the sounds of wind and thunder around him disappeared.

Between heaven and earth, only this sword should stand.

As if he felt the terrifying aura, between the Chenli in Lin Yi's hands and on the sword body, there were bursts of loud sword sounds.

In the sound of the sword, there is a fighting spirit that looks back on death, an indomitable domineering attitude, and the excitement of meeting on a narrow road.

Yanyu, Mingwu, Dunqing placed three swords above Lin Yi's head, forming a formation, with the sword points pointed directly at the long blue and purple sword above his head.

Lin Yi looked coldly and looked up at each other. The arm holding the Chenli Ancient Sword was already covered with wounds.

The offensive actions of sword intention and sword energy are different.

This competition is about the power of the Great Dao, the real strength of the Heavenly Dao. If you are slightly negligent, you will be in a situation that is beyond redemption.

Just like the *-word mantra that Lin Yi used before.

Purely using the sword style and sword intention requires very little spiritual energy, but puts a huge load on the body.

Lin Yi now is only in the late stage of foundation building and lacks spiritual energy, so he can only take this route.

Although it seemed that he had temporarily withstood the second catastrophe.

But Lin Yi's body had suffered great losses.

The pain in his body hit Lin Yi's nerves, as if his whole body was under thousands of swords, being sliced ​​open piece by piece.

Lin Yi didn't care about the severe pain in his body at all.

The so-called strong person is one who can endure the pain that ordinary people cannot bear, with a firm heart, always walk on the path that he thinks is right, with a attitude of facing death as if he is home, and with the determination to either reach the top or fall into hell.

A long breath.

Lin Yi looked cold and showed no signs of relaxing.

The final sword intent of the second heavenly tribulation is about to come.

One sword determines life or death.

The blue-purple lightsaber hung above his head.

Finally, after gathering all the lightning tribulations around him.

The long sword moved again without warning.

It stabbed towards Lin Yi at an extremely fast speed.

There are no waves around the old well.

When the sword came, there was no wind around, the clouds did not move, there was no flash of lightning, or the shock of the heaven and earth roaring together, there was only a quiet sword.

However, on this sword body full of silence, there is all the energy contained in the second heavenly tribulation!

bass!

The long sword of Yanyu rose up into the sky, carrying the sword intent, and collided with the sword.

However, there was a crisp sound.

The Yanyu sword, which had previously been able to defeat countless heavenly swords, without any surprise, the sword body shattered and fell from the sky.

Mingwu followed closely behind, and dozens of sword styles appeared on the sword body, turning one sword into a hundred swords.

There was still a crisp sound.

All sword styles disappeared.

Mingwu's long sword shattered and fell.

Dunqing let out a bright sound of the sword, and concentrated his sword intention on the sword body, leaning the sword tip against the sword tip, against the blue and purple sword.

A moment.

Pause and then stop.

Break three swords instantly.

The blue-purple sword pointed directly at Lin Yi with an unparalleled, terrifying and domineering meaning.

Three swords fell to the ground from Lin Yi's side.

Lin Yi looked at Chen Li in his hand: "Although I don't know where you come from, today may be the day when your sword is broken."

"But no matter what, I can tell you this: Where there is a man, the sword is there, but when the sword dies, the man dies."

Lin Yi spoke softly, with a cold tone.

As if feeling the courage of Lin Yi's words about living together and dying together, Gu Jianchen let out a long cry from his sword.

Lin Yi turned his head and looked at the blue and purple sword that had arrived in front of him in an instant.

Holding a sword.
Chapter completed!