Sinking, degenerating, and finally losing the spirit of enterprising.

But after seeing Ye Lin's sword, their original state of mind unexpectedly set off a trace of waves.

Ye Lin's sword contains the perception of swordsmanship, which contains his fundamental concept of standing for himself and establishing his life for the people.

It is a spirit of ignorance and fearlessness, it is a spirit that is not afraid of gods and demons, and it is not afraid of everything......

In the sword qi, it is like a wave of air, and it is like a mountain, the sword is rippling, and the sword is tearing through the void.

Wu Qi Zhenjun lifted the sword in his hand, his eyes were full of fighting spirit at this moment, and the swordsmanship in his hand was getting stronger and stronger.

He wants to show Ye Lin what little will he has left, and he wants to prove it all to himself.

Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambitions are thousands of miles.

Even though now they are just an unyielding mass of will, but so what.

The sword light gushed out, and the sword qi became faster and faster.

A sword came out, and in the space on the twelfth floor, there was an endless shock.

The sword constantly pierced the void, and between the two, the battle was endless.

The swords in their hands suddenly condensed, and suddenly opened and closed.

One after another, swords surrounded their bodies and stabbed towards each other.

The sword light wrapped around their bodies, shuttling rapidly, like two long rainbow lightning lights, fleeting.

Every collision is extremely intense.

The sword light flickered, like a dazzling light, shining in all directions.

The ground was swept across by sword qi.

One after another, sword qi shot into the ground, setting off layers of qi waves.

But the fierce collision of the battles is much more than that.

"Sword Domain!"

Ye Lin snorted lightly, and the realm of the sword unfolded.

In the realm of swords, he has a near-invincible body and an increase in strength.

The momentum of the two also climbed to the extreme at this moment.

Imminent!

The sword stabbed out, the body of the sword clanged, and the hilt trembled.

The swords of the two collided again.

With this sword, neither of them retreated, and the sword and sword collided fiercely.

It is a kind of refusal to admit defeat, a heroic momentum that competes with heaven and earth.

For Ye Lin, this battle was hearty.

But for Wuqi Zhenjun, this feeling has not appeared for a long time.

He should have followed the Lost Temple, but their unyielding will after death vowed to protect the Lost Temple.

It was tens of thousands of years of silent perseverance, tens of thousands of years of hard work, although they were extremely strict with the interlopers, but in their hearts, they didn't want to be able to elect an existence that surpassed the Lord of the Lost Palace.

And now, all this has been woken up.

At this moment, Wuqi Zhenjun is bound to fight for every move.

He is a figure tens of thousands of years ago, representing the power of the old era, and he wants to use this way to tell Ye Lin that the old era is not stale.

However, Ye Lin represents the power of the new era, and Ye Lin's sword path is fundamentally derived from the Zhongtian Revolution.

The way of the sword derived from the transformation of the Middle Heaven is a power to change.

In order to change the same, this is a duel between the old and the new.

Therefore, they are fighting for every move, and neither wants to lose to the other.

Under such a duel of powers, everything seems to be no longer ordinary.

In the void, every move and style carried Ye Lin's cognition of the way of the sword, and in the realm of the sword, Ye Lin's sword qi became more and more violent.

Wuqi True Monarch, as a strong man tens of thousands of years ago, his strength should not be underestimated.

Although he was in Ye Lin's sword realm, his sword was merciless.

At this time, he seems to have forgotten whether he is falling behind, and he has also forgotten that Ye Lin is a junior.

In the face of Ye Lin's aggressive swordsmanship, he could only do his best to show his swordsmanship and reduce the oppression of Ye Lin's swordsmanship.

Ye Lin held the Void Sword in his hand, as calm as ever, his state of mind was still unwavering, and he was not disturbed by everything.

Ye Lin held his sword and rushed towards Wuqi Zhenjun again,

"Boom!"

In the realm of swords, Ye Lin's sword momentum had been superimposed to the thirtieth layer.

This style of sword was used, and the flying sword in Wuqi Zhenjun's hand was thrown far away, and his limbs suddenly weakened, and his body suddenly fell to the ground, trying to get up, but found that he had fallen down again.

You can't get up, Ye Lin put away his sword and glanced at Wuqi Zhenjun coldly.

Wuqi Zhenjun reluctantly got up, he glanced at Ye Lin proudly, and said, "Without a sword, I can fight again." ”

What are you going to do to fight again, Ye Lin glanced at Wuqi Zhenjun with some mockery, and then he added: "This crippled body. ”

I still have an unyielding will, I still have a full of blood, Wuqi Zhenjun coughed violently.

Ye Lin shook his head and said, "Your blood is long gone, do you think it's still an era of ruin?"

This era does not belong to you, and you pinning your hopes on dreams, isn't it a fool's dream.

Can you save the Lost Temple?" Wuqi Zhenjun said dejectedly.

No, Ye Lin said with a firm gaze.

If you can't save it, then the Lost Temple should really fall into the long river of history.

Immediately, he glanced at Ye Lin lightly and said, "Your swordsmanship is good, is that move called Sword Fourteen?"

Ye Lin nodded and said, "That move is the foundation of enlightenment in the law change. ”

Why are you asking this, Ye Lin looked at Wuqi Zhenjun suspiciously.

Wuqi Zhenjun glanced at Ye Lin lightly and said, "The current Lost Hall is yours, and I am willing to follow you." ”

But I'm still a little unconvinced, I just thought about it, I want to learn kendo with you, and one move will determine the winner.

His gaze sparkled, as if he had not had the same gloom as before.

Ye Lin hesitated: "You are seriously injured. ”

You don't have to worry so much, I just want to compete with you again.

Of course, I won't ask you for anything for this trick, whether you win or lose, I'm just a little dissatisfied with you.

Ye Lin nodded and said, "Then let's try a sword." ”

Wuqi Zhenjun reluctantly picked up the sword that was a little notched, and he looked at Ye Lin with burning eyes just like an old man in his old age.

A smile appeared on Ye Lin's face, his feet kicked, and the sword qi swept towards Wuqi Zhenjun.

This style is simple, but it contains his strongest blow in the way of the sword.

Wuqi Zhenjun's eyes gradually had a light in his eyes, and he had been defeated by Ye Lin's move before.

At this moment, his body suddenly moved.

In the void, the two fought again, and the two figures kept colliding.

Under this blow, Wuqi Zhenjun was even more seriously injured, he coughed violently, and vomited blood in his mouth.

Soon, he was on his knees on the ground, having to use the strength he had to brac.

Ye Lin put away his sword, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

With this move, Ye Lin glanced at Wuqi Zhenjun with some confusion.

Wuqi Zhenjun showed a bleak smile on his face and said, "I just learned it." ”

Ye Lin exhaled deeply and said, "You keep your hands behind, otherwise I should be hurt even more." ”

You're keeping your hands behind, aren't you?" Wuqi Zhenjun asked rhetorically.

Ye Lin smiled indifferently and said, "How did you learn this trick." ”

You forgot about the top-level simulation ecology, and Wuqi Zhenjun was a little embarrassed to comb his messy hair.

So that's the case, Ye Lin showed a look of relief.

has a top-level simulation ecology, which indeed makes Wuqi Zhenjun's perception of swordsmanship to a higher level.

After a while, most of the injuries on Wuqi Zhenjun's body had recovered.

Ye Lin also stood up and looked at Wuqi Zhenjun with burning eyes.

Wuqi Zhenjun glanced at Ye Lin and said, "Now you are the master of the Lost Palace." ”

If you don't see the blame, you will call me Wuqi in the future, after all, the Wuqi True Monarch of the old era is dead.

Ye Lin glanced at Wuqi Zhenjun, nodded immediately, and said, "It seems that it is not easy for you to come out and change at such an age." ”

In the dream, everything is beautiful, but after all, it is a dream, and although everything is empty when you wake up, you have finally taken the first step.

My surname is Ye Minglin, Ye Lin said calmly.

Wu Qi smiled indifferently and said, "No matter what your surname is, I will call you the hall master." ”

Come, I'll take you to see what the old hall master left for you, a smile appeared on Wu Qi's face.

It can be seen that he has come out of the previous state.

The mood has changed, this is what he is now, an old man with warmth, Ye Lin said with emotion in his heart.

The two of them walked dozens of steps forward, Wu Qi stopped his steps, waved his hands, and not far from him, a small altar suddenly appeared in all directions.

Such an altar can accommodate approximately three people walking side by side.

Ascending to the altar, Wu Qi pointed to the three boxes on the altar, which are what the old hall master left for you.

Ye Lin's gaze fell on the three small boxes, and his divine sense gradually penetrated into the boxes, but he found that no matter how he penetrated, he couldn't see what was in the boxes.

Hall Master, there is no need to waste divine sense to scan, if this box is not special and impossible, it will not be able to unlock.

Ye Lin felt a pang in his heart, and asked suspiciously: "Then what is the way to open this box?" ”

Wu Qi smiled indifferently and said, "Hall Master, borrow your blood for a while." ”

How much is needed, Ye Lin looked at Wu Qi.

One drop is enough, and if you want to open three boxes, you have to have three drops.

After Ye Lin heard this, he immediately bit his index finger without hesitation, and three drops of blood dripped into Wu Qi's hand.

Wu Qi carefully put two drops of blood into the net bottle.

What are you doing here, Ye Lin glanced at Wu Qi suspiciously.

Wu Qi said indifferently: "I can't open the three boxes at once, I can only borrow a drop of blood to cast a spell to open one at a time." ”

Ye Lin's face showed a look of relief, and said, "I see." ”

Let's open the first box, and when the Lord has got the contents of the box, we will open the second box.

Ye Lin's gaze fell on the three unpretentious boxes, and there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes, obviously, he also had some expectations for what kind of things were hidden in the three boxes.

Wu Qi snorted softly, and Ye Lin's blood gradually floated in the void.

His gaze suddenly became sharp, and two wisps of energy burst out from his eyes, shooting straight at that drop of blood.

A drop of blood turned into four small drops under the cutting of those two wisps of energy.

What is this, Ye Lin glanced at the few wisps of blood with some confusion.