Thousands of crystal water droplets flowed with the mountain wind and were blown slenderly before they landed on the ground, like crystal small swords.

The crystal-clear sword hit the banana forest not far away, crackling, and it was the sound of wind and rain.

There is a small bamboo building in the banana forest, which is empty at this moment.

There was originally a female swordsman living there, but she had not returned after leaving Bashan three years ago. However, this time Gu Liren said she wanted to accept disciples. I heard that her female disciple Yan Xinlan had also been ordered to come back.

I wonder how she felt after hearing that Gu Liren had already found a disciple, and that her female disciple would have been in vain after she came back.

However, if you say you are happy and free, it seems that there are not many people in this world who can compare to your junior brother.

Thinking of having such a monster junior brother, he couldn't help but sigh and became a little proud again.

The sound of wind and rain in the small town outside the Bashan Sword Field is also fierce.

Countless sword shadows rushed from all directions to Lin Zhuojiu's body along with the violent sound of the wind.

More and more people are coming.

Some people are aloof, some people originally did not like to move around in many places, and some people did not like to reveal their own hiding, but after Mr. Ling Si set out his sword, all of these people merged into this town.

Most people's eyes are full of shock. Some arrogant young people did not think they would be worse than those famous people, but now their eyes are full of depression.

The Fourth Young Master Ling was very calm in his sword drawing. He seemed to be just walking, but his sword formed all directions of storm.

The sword shadows of the storm completely wrapped Lin Zhuojiu's figure.

From the beginning of his sword to now, he seems to have only used the same sword move.

But the power of this sword move is constantly increasing in his hands. The sword intent, which was originally considered perfect by many people, is constantly becoming more perfect.

Ye Xinhe frowned.

He had looked down on those pretentious young men before, but this Si Young Master Ling should be his strong rival.

On the contrary, Yan Xinlan next to him always had a calm face.

Lin Zhuojiu, wrapped in the wind and rain, seemed to be a little difficult to deal with.

He had at least changed dozens of exquisite sword moves in the Six or Seven Sword Sutras, but he still could not break through such storms.

However, suddenly, the wind and rain stopped suddenly, and Mr. Ling Si stopped.

It was not until this time that many people saw the sword in his hand.

It was a somewhat peculiar broadsword, with a sword body twice as wide as an ordinary sword, but the length was one foot shorter than an ordinary sword.

The blue sword has many irregular notches, and the light of water is faintly flashing.

Lin Zhuojiu looked at him in confusion, and then couldn't help but look at his sword.

"Xiaoxiao Fengyu Sword."

Mr. Ling Si raised his sword and let Lin Zhuojiu see clearly, "But I have many swords, and this is just one of them. If you can defeat me, it doesn't matter if I give you this sword."

"Royal!"

Lin Zhuojiu couldn't help but exclaim, but then he couldn't help asking, "Why stop?"

"Just confirm something."

Young Master Ling looked at Lin Zhuojiu calmly, his chest did not even have a trace of ups and downs. The sword that had just begun was not very intense for him, "Are you seriously injured?"

Lin Zhuojiu nodded, "It should be quite heavy."

"That is to regard us as a means of grinding on your way to practice swordsmanship." Mr. Ling Si looked up slightly, his face slightly cold. "Any swordsmanship is a valuable experience passed down by practitioners of all generations. Any sword comparison should be a solemn and solemn thing. Since you are injured, you dare to challenge everyone here, I must defeat you."

"Your principle is a bit difficult to understand."

Lin Zhuojiu was stunned and laughed, "But such an attitude towards Jian and Bijian should be good, but you really don't think you can beat me today."

"oh?"

Mr. Ling Si was a little surprised, but was not angry, "Why?"

"Because I didn't beat me even if I used so many swords. I used some messy sword moves. You shouldn't see my sword path and the habit of using swords, but I already know you very well."

Lin Zhuojiu smiled and said, "Next, you should not be of much use whether you use this kind of sword move or change moves."

So many exquisite sword moves were just messy sword moves in his mouth?

"Aren't you kidding?" Mr. Ling Si was speechless.

Lin Zhuojiu shook his head and said seriously: "Of course not."

Mr. Ling Si was silent for a moment and said, "Then let me see your real sword."

Lin Zhuojiu looked at him seriously and said, "You must be careful."

Mr. Ling Si looked at his eyes and understood what he meant.

The other party had experienced some cruel killings. Even if he returned to such a quiet town, he would be in peace and needed to rely on two bowls of hot noodle soup to exchange for a moment of peace in his heart.

His truly powerful sword must have been so strong that it is unimaginable that he will not be able to control himself after he draws the sword.

"If he accidentally hurts me seriously, or kills me accidentally, tell my family that he will not be allowed to take revenge."

Young Master Ling turned around slowly and said to the long-legged woman.

The long-legged woman followed him for a long time and didn't say much. She just bowed solemnly and signaled that she understood.

"Swords are killing weapons, and they can kill animals when they move, so I have always regarded sword comparison as the most solemn and solemn thing. Since you have to look at your real sword, don't hold back." Mr. Ling Si did not look at her, but looked at Lin Zhuojiu and said seriously, "I will also use the strongest sword I can as much as possible."

Faced with such a dignified opponent, Lin Zhuojiu was a little uncomfortable.

All the enemies he encountered before were extremely vicious, and any means that could kill the other party would be used. Although he was not used to it, it was naturally such an opponent that could make him respect him.

So he bowed carefully and bowed slightly.

"I've taken action."

He continued.

This is the reminder that Mr. Ling Si should have.

When his voice sounded, everyone suddenly felt an inexplicable cold.

The breath of Lin Zhuijiu suddenly changed in everyone's perception.

He seemed to be integrated with the real darkness, not distinguishing from each other, and the monstrous murderous intent emanating from him was like a breath that only the underworld beast that could have could have.

There were suddenly some strange and harsh roars in the air between him and Mr. Ling Si, just like a dozen crows sniffing the breath of death suddenly appeared.

The fourth young master Ling's face was slightly pale. This murderous aura and sword intent made him feel uncomfortable and unable to breathe, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

In the entire Chu realm, he had never seen such a powerful practitioner of his peers, and even the famous teachers who taught him before had never seen such a powerful sword intent.

He slashed a sword at the aura ahead that made him very uncomfortable.

A straight wave of air appeared in front of the sword, and a violent sound of wind sounded from the sword.

The wind sounds to the extreme, and when there is no more loud wind sound in the world than this, it turns into thunder.

The straight air wave was originally invisible, but when the thunder sounded, a golden light appeared on the edge of the air wave, like a layer of gold edges.

Many clay pots used as pickles on both sides of the street cracked the moment the thunder sounded, and the banana trees above the eaves broke one after another, and some horrifying screams sounded. Those practitioners who were closer had no time to dodge, and many cracks appeared on their clothes, and blood oozed out from them.

Some new wounds appeared on Lin Zhuojiu's body, but the aura on his body and the sword intent released were like countless thin lines wrapped around the golden sword light.

This golden sword light passed through the violent murderous intent, gradually dissipated and became slender. But in the end it seemed that it was not completely eliminated, and turned into a slender sword light that stabbed Lin Zhuojiu's chest.

Lin Zhuojiu didn't care about this sword light. The sword in his hand had already handed it to Mr. Ling Si before the dark murderous intent spread.

The thin sword light fell on Lin Zhuojiu's body. What was puzzling was that it did not leave any scars. However, at the same time, Mr. Ling's body retreated several feet back.

A blood line appeared in his eyebrows, and a drop of crystal blood beads oozed out along the upper edge of the blood line and rolled down the tip of his nose.

A scream rang out.

The bloodline was slowly cracking, as if an eye was opening.
Chapter completed!