The passage was wide enough to accommodate three horses galloping normally, and the sides were cut from hard bluestone and carved with some frescoes that Lynch couldn't read.

There was a rustling sound from behind, it should be that the pursuers were about to arrive, and the speed increased suddenly.

Although he is not afraid of the Nine Rank Martial Saints now, and more than ten people are besieging together, Lynch's chances of winning are still very low, and he can completely kill them in seconds one-on-one.

One against ten, the probability of winning is only forty percent, this probability is very high, but this passage is too narrow for Lynch to perform swordsmanship.

"He's in front, let's chase after him!"

Jiaolong was the first to come down, Lynch was the second, and the ghost hand butcher saw a figure not far in front of him, and greeted him, and everyone chased after him.

Compared with treasures, Lynch's life is more valuable, he has pseudo-heaven-level martial arts, and he has obtained an ancient sword spirit more than a foot long, which has long been coveted.

The passage in front of him widened suddenly, and a desert appeared in front of Lynch, which surprised him, as if he had entered another world.

The infinite sword qi cut the space to pieces, and it was a completely distorted desert.

"This is where Nangong Ze usually practices swords!"

Lynch made a judgment for the first time, and the sword qi was horizontal, as if it had suddenly been pulled to three thousand years ago, a generation of kendo geniuses, and they were here to show their swordsmanship.

Every sword mark, the law of time and space is completely preserved, and practicing swordsmanship here will definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort, and you can even comprehend Nangong Ze's swordsmanship.

Stepping into the desert is like entering a countercurrent space, Lynch's steps are vain, one foot deep and one foot shallow, the space here is extremely unstable, and it is cut apart by the sword qi.

The further he walked in, the stronger the sword intent became, and the torn Lynch's skin was faintly painful, this was a completely independent space, and there was no way ahead.

If Lynch didn't guess wrong, these four passages should all be connected, the south side is the place of cultivation, and the east side is most likely the rest place of Nangong Ze.

The west side may be a place to meet guests, and the north side is supposed to be a place to store treasures.

This is Lynch's conjecture, and from the layout point of view, it should be like this, the passage down is not a hub, as long as you find the central area here, you should be able to find the gateway to the four areas.

Continue to go deeper, while walking, while contemplating the sword qi here, every sword mark has imprinted Nangong Ze's life's hard work, and unconsciously, Lynch's sword art conception is rising rapidly.

The eighth move of the Nine Slashes of Extinguishing Emotions can be used to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and the ninth move reaches the level of the Martial God, and it should be able to be used with all its might.

This has a lot to do with Lynch's powerful physical body, the near-perfect primordial god, in his previous life, only when he reached the emperor realm could he perform the Nine Slashes of Extinguishing Feelings.

At this time, the power of the Nine Slashes is twice as powerful as in the previous life, and during the Martial Saint period, it can be fully displayed, experience is one thing, and the powerful physical body and the primordial god occupy most of the reasons.

The pace slowed down, and the ten Ghost Hand Butchers quickly caught up.

"He's there!"

Jiang Chong shouted loudly and took the lead in rushing into the desert, preparing to hunt Lynch, they are all kendo geniuses, and after entering, their strength will increase accordingly.

The Ghost Hand Butcher is not a master of swordsmanship, and in terms of swordsmanship, he can only be regarded as a small success, relying on the Nine Rank Martial Saint, before he gets a sword qi to come in.

Ignoring Jiang Chong's shouting, Lynch continued to walk, and with each step, his sword intent increased by one point, as if he was here, he was Nangong Ze.

The dragon slaying sword was raised, and the swordsmanship was slowly cast, every move and every style was extremely slow, and he practiced the sword here in front of ten people.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The Ghost Hand Butcher cursed and tried a look, and the other nine people quietly approached and surrounded Lynch.

Lynch was still indifferent, still performing swordsmanship, as if he was in a strange place, there was a white figure dancing with a sword, and he followed the white figure with the sword.

It's not that Lynch ignores them, it's that Lynch has no idea what's going on, and his consciousness enters another time and space, and there is still a desert around him.

In the desert, a man in white, holding a giant sword, with a contempt for the world, permeated the entire desert, Lynch was like facing the abyss, and was shocked by the powerful sword intent.

This is the Sword Emperor, only the Sword Emperor can achieve this artistic conception, the man in white moves slowly, and the long sword is sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Unconsciously, Lynch's body also moved together, and every move and sword of the man in white seemed to be engraved in Lynch's mind.

It seems to be an ordinary sword, but it gives people a sense of unfathomable mystery.

One move after another, Lynch soon found that something was wrong, there was only one move before and after, but it was just a change in artistic conception, but the move did not change.

It is unheard of that there is such a wonderful sword technique in the world.

Murderous intent shrouded, and swordsmanship became extremely powerful.

Warmth shrouds, and the sword rule is to become a defensive style.

The swordsmanship changes with the person's state of mind, when you want to kill, it becomes a sword of killing, and when you want to save people, it becomes a sword of saving people.

Ten people slowly approached, and a man couldn't help it, holding a long sword, slashing at Lynch, if he was hit, he would definitely cut it off.

The swordsmanship was extremely fast, and the other nine people showed a sinister smile, but they didn't expect Lynch to go crazy when he entered here, and he used his swordsmanship indiscriminately, and he must have been disturbed by the sword intent.

The long sword was getting closer and closer, but Lynch remained indifferent, he lost his sense of the outside world, and fell silent into swordsmanship.

The man in white is still dancing the sword, and he still uses this trick over and over again, but his artistic conception has changed in no less than a hundred ways, and there are only so many artistic conceptions that Lynch can remember.

The swordsmanship can be imitated, but the artistic conception needs to be understood by oneself, and some things cannot be passed on, so you can only rely on your own talent to slowly comprehend the artistic conception of the sword.

The more you comprehend, the more perfect and mature your future swordsmanship will be.

The moment the sneak attack of the long sword was only a few inches away from Lynch, the entire desert suddenly shook, as if it had been earthquaked.

The distorted space around him became more distorted, and the long sword in Lynch's hand made an unbelievable angle, drawing a ninety-degree arc.

"Boom!"

The sneak attack of the long sword was actually blocked, and Lynch was completely unaware, still silent in the swordsmanship of the man in white, and continued to comprehend.

The swordsmanship rises, the killing intent is shrouded, the artistic conception contained in this move is to kill, the long sword continues to change, and the seemingly powerless sword, but it easily cuts through the distorted law and appears in front of the sneak attack man.

"Whew!"

The skull flew up, bright red blood, spurting more than three meters high, and the nine people standing on the side were completely stunned, not knowing what was going on.

"It's weird!"

Jiang Chong was the first to find out, and let out an exclamation, such a bland sword, but it gave people a sense of invulnerability, and he couldn't even judge how to dissolve this sword.

This is what the avenue is simple, to save one, to condense all the essence of the sword into one move, this is the pinnacle of a sword.

The remaining nine people looked shocked and took a step back, but Lynch was still unaware, and he was still frequently performing this move, and the entire desert space was changing with his swordsmanship.

The wind and clouds surged, and a magnificent picture appeared, the desert turned into a sea of swords, and countless flying swords were arranged in order, forming a sword formation, trapping the nine people in place.

"It's not good, this is the Ancient Sword Formation, break it immediately, let's rush out!"

Jiang Chong let out a loud shout, realized that something was wrong, and guessed that this place used to be a place where a certain kendo god cultivated.

Unless you understand the artistic conception of the great god of swordsmanship, if not, you don't want to leave alive.

The nine of them were in a mess and wanted to retreat outside the passage, but unfortunately it was too late.

The sharp sword qi made a roaring sound, and the sword array was like a warrior in armor, making a rattling sound, and approaching step by step with neat footwork.

"Rush, open a gap!"

The Ghost Hand Butcher let out a loud shout, asking everyone to find a spot, so that the chances of rushing out were greatly increased.

Impacted three times, all of them were forced back by the sword array, Lynch was still dancing the sword, it was still the usual sword, but it contained countless changes.

His state of mind is changing, and his swordsmanship is naturally changing.

Endless killing intent suddenly enveloped the entire desert, and Lynch's consciousness gradually returned, and he had already seen nine people.

The sword array was arranged, instantly separating the nine people, fighting separately, and their strength was greatly reduced.

In the face of a Nine-Rank Martial Saint, Lynch has a great chance of winning, reaching the Seventh-Rank Martial Saint, and as long as the number of Nine-Rank Martial Saints is not too large, he can be killed.

His eyes opened suddenly, like a sharp sword, piercing everyone's hearts, and even the ghost hand butcher was shocked, as if he was being targeted by some mysterious monster, making his hair stand upside down.

This feeling is very bad, and there is no way to avoid it, so you can only compete with the sword array for time.

"Whoever kills will be killed!"

Lynch comprehended the profound sword intent, and the momentum and sword momentum of the whole person were greatly sublimated.

The cold sound made the nine people feel like they were falling into an ice cave, and the strength of the sword formation was gradually revealed, making a sound of cutting the air.

The originally distorted space has become fragmented, and even walking is a problem, and the body is staggering.

It was still a bland sword, Lynch broke through the sword formation, and the sword qi went straight to the front of the ghost hand butcher, and he was the first to choose to kill him.

Killing the first person is passive, and now that he has mastered the artistic conception of the sword, his consciousness has returned, and the dragon-slaying sword is like a dragon, flying in space, and the sword intent can change its form at will.

This is the benefit of the sword spirit, so that the sword intent has spiritual intelligence, and it doesn't even need Lynch to deliberately manipulate it too much, there is only one purpose.

"Kill!"

The ghost hand butcher was heartbroken, and the whole person was completely stunned in place, and the ruthless sword intent made him unable to resist the idea.

It seems that in this world, Lynch is the master, he is the sky, and he controls all life.

And the nine of them are no different from ants in the sky, a slight thunderbolt is enough to wipe them out, sadness and anger, make the ghost hand butcher let out a roar.

He was unwilling, how could things be like this, the ten of them were united, and they were still not Lynch's opponents, which made him feel a trace of remorse.

The sword intent emitted a faint brilliance, forming a layer of brilliance along the distorted space, wrapping the ghost hand butcher, this gentle and cruel killing method made the other nine people tremble like chaff.