Lin Ji turned around first, Fu Ling hesitated, and also retreated.

Lin Ji did not settle down to follow, but carefully observed the sword in Fu Ling's hand, compared to most unpretentious swords, this sword seemed to have gone to the other extreme, fierce, gorgeous These words are not enough to describe the extraordinary appearance of this sword, just a simple appearance attracted all the eyes to the past.

Fu Ling retreated to the edge of this small oasis, one foot had already stepped into the desert before stopping, in such a vast space, Fu Ling's momentum seemed to swell up all of a sudden, compared to him in the inn, there was a world of difference.

Lin Ji landed at this time, not looking at the oasis and the yellow sand behind him, and asked, "You must kill me?"

Fu Ling's fingers were slightly forced, the sword in his hand bent out of an arc, the momentum on his body increased again, and he smiled slightly: "Give me a reason not to kill you, talk about it." ”

Fu Ling's cultivation realm is of course above Lin Ji, but Lin Ji does not give up, because there is always a big gap between desperate and martial arts, and he is very good at hard work.

"For example, you can't kill me. Lin Ji's eyes suddenly looked like a torch, and he didn't see any qi traction, Feng Xiao's sword burst out, and stabbed at Fu Ling's heart again, this blow was sinister enough, and the timing was seamless, and any cultivation master would probably be caught off guard.

Fu Ling seemed to have expected it, he just sighed lightly, stretched out his hands again, and after a few waves in the air, he left behind a stream of extremely pure essence, making Feng Xiao Jian unable to enter again.

Lin Ji's mood when the attack was blocked did not change, his clothes full of dirt fluttered in the wind, and the whole person was like a sword washed by the rain to an incomparably bright one.

Nangong Han once told him that no matter what kind of enemy you face, no matter how the enemy changes, all you need to do is to pull the sword out of its sheath and stab it into the opponent's body.

Therefore, Lin Ji calmly withdrew the Feng Xiao Sword, and then this time it turned into a straight stab at Fu Ling's body again, without any conspiracy.

Straight thorns, like sticks, like willows that no longer sway in time.

There is no sword intent, and there is no flying sword roaring through the air.

This is the simplest sword.

But it is the most powerful sword.

Such a simple sword poured all of Lin Ji's perception of cultivation, and it was also the fastest sword he could stab at this stage.

Then the air in front of the blade suddenly collapsed, avoiding all directions, and an absolute vacuum appeared.

The few green leaves fluttering in the air could not fall directly on the yellow sand, so they turned into powder.

The heaven and earth essence at the junction of the book oasis and the desert vibrated violently, condensing and pouring towards the sword body in his hand, and then seeping out from the blade of the sword, faintly becoming a wind and thunder, whistling.

In an instant, Lin Ji swept the distance between the two.

The tip of the sword carried the wind and thunder, and slammed directly towards Fu Ling's front door.

The people in the inn who were shocked by this momentum did not hide and flee for their lives everywhere, but gathered together to watch this duel that was rare in the cultivation world.

The wind and thunder at the tip of Lin Ji's sword shocked all the people watching the battle.

The exclamations of the people were still brewing in their throats, and there was a dead silence in the room.

How could such a simple sword condense such a powerful force. The latest and fastest update, this is one thing that ordinary people can't figure out no matter how they think about it.

The corners of Fu Ling's eyebrows were slightly raised, and then a hint of appreciation was revealed, because there are not many people in this world who know that absolute strength is to return to the basics, but it is obvious that Lin Ji understands.

Fu Ling brazenly chose a simpler move to defend, which was simpler and more primitive than Lin Ji's sword stab.

Swords are weapons that humans deliberately forged to salute or kill.

Fu Ling felt the heavy weight of the hilt of the sword and the subtle touch of the sword blade breaking through the air, and a firm and reliable feeling that he hadn't seen for a long time returned to his body.

It's really just defense.

Lin Ji stabbed out with a sword, his movements moved forward naturally, and with a flick of his wrist, the majestic essence in his body frantically poured into the sword body, and the high-speed trembling sword body burst out with a beam of dazzling silver light after a series of Weng Ming sounded.

The grass in the oasis seemed to be spotless, but at this time, the finest ash between the cracks under the grass was all shaken out by Lin Ji's sword momentum, diffusing in all directions!

The people watching the battle couldn't see what was going on in the field at all, and the picture in their eyes was still stuck in Lin Ji's wind and thunder sword about to stab Fu Ling's face, and the sword in Fu Ling's hand was about to cut out.

Only a cultivator with a high realm can clearly feel that there is a majestic aura of heaven and earth, which is constantly flying around the sword in Fu Ling's hand, and the quantity and purity of this aura of heaven and earth are even more huge and terrifying than the essence of heaven and earth absorbed by Lin Ji's sword of wind and thunder!

Those green leaves in the air that were crushed into powder by Lin Ji's sword intent turned into invisible when they touched the sword wind.

The grass centered on Lin Ji and Fu Ling dissolved in an instant.

Fu Ling's sword and Lin Ji's sword finally met.

The sword was majestic, so suppressed that the wind and thunder on the tip of the Feng Xiao Sword in Lin Ji's hand kept shaking, trembling and uneasy, as if it was like a residual candle in the strong wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Lin Ji was shocked, and then calmed down.

What was shocked was the momentum and cultivation that this Daoling senior disciple showed that was completely inconsistent with just now, and the calm thing was that even so, he still believed that he could not die.

So he wasn't ready to retreat, he wasn't ready to stop his sword, and the sword in his hand was still unstoppable.

And at this moment, countless white rays of light erupted from the gorgeous sword, like a sun jumping out of the sea of clouds, and like a burning cloud in the twilight.

Then these rays of light suddenly rushed out and pounced on Lin Ji's head.

Lin Ji had nowhere to avoid, so he simply didn't avoid it.

Instead, he rushed to the light.

The burning sword was so heavy that it was cut down, and countless sparks were splashed with the air, and the light that fell on Lin Ji's body suddenly burst open, turning into an extremely terrifying aura of heaven and earth, hitting Lin Ji's body!

The wind is blowing.

Lin Ji's already tattered clothes were instantly crumbled.

In this extremely violent aura of heaven and earth, Lin Ji's body was unstable and was about to be rolled up.

Feng Xiao Sword stopped in front of the sword in Fu Ling's hand.

And just between this lightning and flint, Feng Xiaojian was decisively given up by Lin Ji.

Throwing away the sword, his right hand, which was not bound by the hilt, slammed into his left arm.

The extremely small scream of "poof......" sounded, but it was quickly drowned out in this terrifying loud sound.

And Lin Ji, who had completed the last action, held Feng Xiaojian tightly in his hand and lost his balance, like a sandbag in a hurricane, flying up diagonally lightly. Falling heavily on the hard ground, he rolled over a dozen times in a row until he hit a peach tree under the hillside.

I could only hear a click, and I didn't know if the branch was broken or his bones were broken.

Lin Ji gasped and laboriously touched his ribs with his hand. Then he snorted in pain.

Lin Ji supported Qingshu with his trembling right hand and stood up with difficulty.

His clothes were torn at this time, and the blood on his body was dripping, stained with dust, and it was unbearable to see, and the already green leaves were falling and falling on him, and the color was even more tragic than blood.

And at the end of the desert, those flying thick sand fell, revealing a human figure in the thick sand.

The figure was still dashing, and the robe was still snow-white, except for a small hole in his chest.

The hole was so small that you wouldn't even notice it if you weren't paying attention, but even that small hole still existed.

Countless crimson blood gradually gushed out from the small hole, sprinkled on his snow-white robes, and sprinkled in the desert, which was particularly shocking.

Fu Ling suddenly felt the pain in his chest, then felt the loss of temperature in his body, then saw the blood stains on the robe, then lowered his head and saw the blood hole in his chest.

His legs seemed to lose all strength at this moment. Blankly kneeling to the ground.

The tearing pain spread through his body in an instant, and then he reached out in fear and pressed his chest to stop the trickling blood. But it still didn't help.