The moment Jianhui held the sword in his hand, Lin Ye had already felt the indescribable sword intent on him.

The sword intent that showed its sharpness, and the newly rising fighting spirit burst out from Jian Hui's body.

The millions of long swords on the sword peak felt the sword intent, and it made a buzzing sound at the same time, as if they were expecting, thrilling or surrendering?

There is no unnecessary communication of words, only eye confrontation and sword talk.

At the moment of fighting, Lin Ye suddenly recalled what the monk said to him that day.

You don’t need to find your opponent, and the peerless swordsmen you are looking forward to will come to you one by one.

Now Jian Huike is one of the peerless swordsmen predicted by the monk?

Just thinking about it for a moment, Lin Ye's heart was completely calmed down, and he didn't think about anything, and he didn't have to think about anything.

There is only a sword in front of you, in your mind, or in your heart. The sword in your hand, the sword in front of you, and the sword in your heart.

The mutual discussion of kendo and the showdown of swords.

"Drink!" With a light shout, Jianhui took the lead with the sword, and the sword was so fast that it could not blink, and stabbed Lin Ye.

Just as Jian Hui's sword was stabbed out, Lin Ye's sword was swung out at the same time.

Before the sword confronted, the sword energy emitted by its blade had already intersected.

The sound of gold and iron resounded across the entire sword peak.

After the sword energy comes, it is the sword edge.

The rapid interweaving of figures is not only the internal force and moves, but also the confrontation of artistic conception.

Wherever the two passed, there was a sound of swords.

This is Jian Ming, who surrendered to the sword.

With the collision between swords, there were already hundreds of moves in a blink of an eye. Whether it was Lin Ye or Jian Hui, they were all amazed at the other party's achievements in swordsmanship.

At the same time, it is also the fighting spirit and expectation of the opponent.

"Please pay attention." Jianfeng intersected. Then the two separated. Jianhui raised his sword and shouted, raised his hands and pointed, but it was the sword sect's ultimate move.

A shout fell, and the long sword in his hand turned into millions of sword shadows, like a meteor sliding in the night sky. It stinged towards Lin Ye.

These millions of sword shadows, no matter which afterimage is in Lin Ye's heart, are full of sharp sharpness, all like real swords.

The sword emerged from Ruhong, reaching Lin Ye’s throat three feet long. The extreme sword moves reflected the entire sword peak into a world of silver light.

A sword is like a million Milky Ways, and no one can avoid such a dense shadow of sword light.

Only by confronting this sword head-on, it is absolutely impossible to avoid it.

Just because Jian Hui's divine will has already locked Lin Ye, there is absolutely no way to avoid this sword.

The sword was pulled from the air. The energy inside Lin Ye's body was circulating, and at the same time, the cold light appeared. The sword was like a prairie fire, or a flash of ice, frost and snow.

The sword energy intertwined, the light and shadow were cold, and the two of them were each broken.

With expressionless expression on his face, the two of them looked at each other with their swords.

Jianhui's contemporary head of the Sword Sect is also one of the top swordsmen in the world.

Lin Ye has also personally experienced the will of countless swordsmen and their swordsmanship. He has also read unpredictable techniques such as the God of War Picture.

"You reminded me of one person." The two stood there for a long time, and then Jian Hui suddenly breathed and said to Lin Ye.

"What?"

"A natural swordsman. It is rumored that after he was born, the first word he uttered was the sword! He could understand the sound of the sword, the joys, the sorrows of the sword, and the meaning of the sword. It also made a divine weapon that had not recognized the master for hundreds of years. He took the initiative to let it be the main point. Even when he was learning the sword, he had already achieved the state of being able to be born with his will and the sword moved at will."

"When he was nine years old, he went to Luoyang to challenge Zhongyuan Yijianhong, the first martial arts swordsman at that time!"

"He won." Without Jian Hui's words, Lin Ye already knew what might happen next.

"It's true that he won. Although his internal strength is a shortcoming. Although he is not old, his intentions for swordsmanship are not comparable to those of the so-called No. 1 swordsmanship in the martial arts world. Although he has some skills, how dare he be the number one if he talks about swordsmanship." Jian Hui nodded slightly and continued, "After he defeated the so-called No. 1 swordsmanship, he was even called the No. 1 sword in the world in the world. After that, he challenged him in a constant stream, but no one could beat him. I saw him from afar, and I had already concluded that he would be the opponent I expected, the saint in the sword."

Hearing Jianhui's words, Lin Ye's face couldn't help but move slightly. With a short intercourse, Lin Ye also had an understanding of Jianhui's abilities.

But it was really surprising that that person was able to become the saint of the sword by Jianhui.

"Who is that person?" Lin Ye asked, holding the hilt of the sword, holding the sword's hilt.

"The Lord of Wushuang City: Dugu Jian!" Jian Hui said.

"Dugu Sword, Sword Saint!" Lin Ye said lightly, keeping the name firmly in his heart.

Ruo Jianhui's statement was not false at all, and Dugu Jian was indeed a saint born for the sword.

But because of this, Lin Ye is even more looking forward to fighting against the saint in the sword.

At this moment, suddenly, in the distant east, a sword light rushed straight into the sky.

The sword light turned into a thread, connecting to the sky.

When they saw the sword light, Lin Ye and Jian Hui's bodies were shocked at the same time, and an incredible look appeared on their faces.

"Who is it? Who is it, who has created such a sword technique that changes color to heaven and earth." Jian Hui said to herself with a shocked look in her eyes.

"The sword technique that heaven and earth are also lost." After hearing Jian Hui's words, Lin Ye suddenly thought of the sword technique that he had used for the cycle of life and death. The sword technique that made the cycle of life and death reverse, and the cycle of yin and yang is also the sword technique that made heaven and earth look lost, but it was just that the strange phenomenon that did not appear in this world at that time.

"In the unity of mind and method, in the Taoist stance, such sword technique is enough to trigger changes in the world. In the past century, there have been only a few strange phenomena in the whole world. Every time there are a powerful man, there will be a time when it appears. Who is this time?" Jian Hui nodded slightly and said.

"No matter who it is, he will never be in the name of Wuming. These things will naturally be known in the future, but for now, let's continue the unfinished sword fight." Lin Ye said as he looked at Jianhui.

"Please!" Jian Hui's face turned solemn, and she nodded gently, Jian slightly sheds the willows.

The two stood there motionless. With the sound of the wind blowing, they stood motionlessly on the sword peak where Wan Jian buried them.

As time moved, the sword intent that they had originally had suddenly disappeared.

Everything seemed to be still, the sword peak was filled with a dead breath, and all the snakes, insects, rats and ants escaped from the sword peak because they could not bear this dead breath.

If someone else watches, you will definitely see the countless snakes, insects, rats and ants under this sword peak, fleeing around like ghosts, without a fixed target, just one point, that is Yuanli Jian Peak.

Lin Ye and Jian Hui stood there like stone figures, motionless.

This is a competition of the "Heart" sword.

The heart is me, I am a sword, so the heart is a sword, and the sword is the heart. Comparing the sword with the heart is tantamount to comparing the sword with the sword.

This is a confrontation between the Idiom and God. Although the two of them are still moving, every look on both sides is actually a shocking move.

Just because a sword practitioner has reached a certain level, it is meaningless to compete for whether to hold a sword; it is just because the mind god can already give the other party a clear view without using a sword.

This is the realm of no swords. (To be continued...)

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