Of course, Ye Lin hadn't yet encountered a powerful powerhouse in the space gods, and these were only what he learned from Ze Luo.

From Ye Lin's inner world, a wooden branch was broken from the peach tree, and Ye Lin replaced the sword with a wooden branch!

He clenched the wooden branch and pointed at Zhao Teng!

Today, I will use the wooden branch in my hand as a sword to defeat you, Ye Lin said solemnly.

Zhao Teng's eyes froze, he looked at the peach branch in Ye Lin's hand, and couldn't help but let out a sneer, and said, "You sealed your own power in order to maintain the balance of the power of the dust space, so that the dust space cannot absorb your power." ”

I understand this and think you're smart.

But you took out this peachwood branch, pointed it at me, and told me that you would beat me with it, and I only thought it was foolish.

The wooden branch does not have any power, you use the wooden branch, you are already weak, you seal the power, although the dust is not devouring you, but I can easily pinch you to death, it is easier than pinching an ant to death.

Who said that Muzhi has no strength, I said yes, Ye Lin replied firmly.

Zhao Teng sneered, it seems that you are not only very weak, but also a little stupid.

Ye Lin shook his head, not arguing, and said coldly: "Let's make a move!"

Zhao Teng didn't say much anymore, his big hand condensed into a fist, and suddenly blasted towards Ye Lin.

Feeling the fist intent in Zhao Teng's fist, Ye Lin didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly waved the wooden branch and stabbed towards Zhao Teng.

In his body, he is not using strength, not even the slightest bit of strength does not dare to use it.

The tricks of his wooden branch are also very simple, only picking and stabbing, and there are no complicated moves to speak of.

One pick and two stabs, stabbing Zhao Teng's heart, and picking his fist.

The fist and the wooden branch collided together, and Ye Lin's whole person was lifted out dozens of meters away.

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and his breath suddenly languished.

The peach branch also showed a crack at this moment.

It's just a wooden branch, you really dare to hold it up, use a wooden branch instead of a sword, and fight a life-and-death battle with me, Zhao Teng sneered, and the attack came as promised.

Feeling a crack on the wooden branch, Ye Lin's complexion did not change at all, he wiped the blood from his mouth, supported himself with the wooden branch, and then continued to stab towards Zhao Teng.

His mind was constantly meditating on what he had learned in the way of the sword, from the initial exercises to the way of the way, his way of the sword had been condensed into twelve ways, and the twelve ways of the sword were his strongest attacks so far.

The way of the sword is transformed from twelve great swords into one, that is, the twelve swords, and the twelve swords are used, and they can always exert a strange effect every time.

But because Sword Twelve is too strong, it is too difficult for Ye Lin to break through on the basis of Sword Twelve.

He tried many ways to find a breakthrough on Sword Twelve, but every time it was always much worse, as if something was always missing.

But today, on a whim, he suddenly felt that maybe above the sword twelve, there was no need to use a sword.

Just like Zhao Teng in front of him, his strength is very strong, what he needs to rely on is his own will, and use his will to defeat the invincible enemy.

The peach branch in his hand is where his will lies, and this path of the sword, like his practice, is full of ups and downs, not a bright road.

But even though the road ahead is full of thorns and bumps, Ye Lin will only move forward bravely.

As soon as he thought of this, the peach branch in his hand quickly stabbed towards the huge figure.

His attack came in an instant, and the peach wood branch had already come to Zhao Teng's face in an instant.

Zhao Teng stretched out a finger, and with a slight touch, the peach wood branch gradually bent.

Ye Lin's body grabbed, and with the help of force, he stepped back, and the peach wood branch was immediately withdrawn.

His face was extremely gloomy, and he looked at Zhao Teng with burning eyes.

Ye Lin naturally understood in his heart that with the peach wood branch in his hand alone, it would be difficult to defeat Zhao Teng.

What exactly does this Sword Dao Thirteen refer to, his brows couldn't help frowning, and there was a look of thought in his eyes.

Sword Twelve, if he wants to break through Sword Twelve and reach Sword Twelve, Ye Lin always feels that there is something in the middle of this process.

His strength, his sword twelve, is not weaker than others in the ranks.

But it is also because Sword Twelve is not weak, so it restricts Ye Lin, and it is even more difficult for him to improve on the basis of this Sword Twelve.

Whenever he felt this way, he always felt that Sword Twelve was missing something.

This feeling has been haunting Ye Lin's heart and cannot be shaken away.

If you give up at this time, it will be a failure, and Ye Lin's face showed a trace of unwillingness.

He immediately touched the wine gourd on his waist, and looked at the wine gourd with burning eyes.

Could it be that I need to use the wine path to control the sword way, and only through the wine path can I spy on the trajectory of the sword thirteen.

He glanced at the wine gourd with some hesitation, and then there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Maybe if you have wine and a sword, you can use a sword to travel the world, Ye Lin said secretly in his heart.

He immediately opened the wine gourd without hesitation and took a sip of the spirits.

When the wine entered his stomach, Ye Lin only felt sweet and sour, and all kinds of sadness came to his heart.

This wine, as if it is his decades of adventure, is bitter and sweet.

At this moment, there was a look of confusion in his eyes, and his mind kept recalling the past, which was the first time that the way of wine and the way of the sword were intertwined.

A sword in a sword, a sword in a sword!

This is......

Ye Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, and he vaguely saw the trajectory of the sword, and the trajectory of the sword path flashed like a meteor.

Ye Lin held the peach wood branch, and also let out a buzz at this moment, this buzz was like the sound of a sword.

Feeling the faint strength of the peach wood branch trembling slightly, Ye Lin's face showed a hint of joy.

He said slowly: "It's difficult, this sword thirteen is the resonance of the sword." ”

Without waiting for Ye Lin to think too much, Zhao Teng's attack was already coming.

Ye Lin's body retreated again.

He was retreating, but Zhao Teng's momentum skyrocketed again and again, until Ye Lin.

Ye Lin clapped his hands, the peach branches in his hands trembled, and he said coldly: "If you are deceiving people too much, don't blame me for making a move." ”

When Zhao Teng heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "With the peach branch in your hand?"

Ye Lin frowned, not speaking, his mind kept meditating on his past wine.

Suddenly, his figure paused. Then the peach branch in his hand waved, and on the peach branch, two sword lights rose into the sky, the sword lights intertwined with each other, and finally converged into a sword light, bombarding towards Zhao Teng.

Feeling this power, Zhao Teng didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when that power approached, his complexion changed slightly.

The sword light is magnificent, and the sword light is like a swimming dragon, cutting off the dust of that road, and the sword light moves up and down, which is extremely weird.

After Zhao Teng's dust was broken, he immediately mobilized the power of his whole body and injected other Dao into this dust space to replenish the lost power and maintain the immortality of the dust space.

After Ye Lin swung this sword, his face showed a trace of dazedness, and he felt the sword path light emitted by the peach wood branch in his hand, and he couldn't help but be moved.

Could it be said that the thirteenth sword is to abandon all the trajectory of the sword path, abandon the sword and abandon the way, starting from the law of space power, there is a sword in the heart, and there is a sword in the move.

He immediately put away the peach branch in his hand, and tried to forget the trajectory of all sword moves.

Boy, you are looking for death, Zhao Teng let out a loud shout, and the attack in his hand came suddenly like a storm.

If there is a sword in his heart, then everything is in the way of the sword, Ye Lin muttered silently in his heart.

Suddenly, he pointed at Zhao Teng, and a sword suddenly blasted towards Zhao Teng's position.

Zhao Teng was surprised when he saw the sword light bursting out of Ye Lin's fingertips.

His figure rushed forward, his steps were a little messy, and his figure suddenly dodged left and right, erratic.

Ye Lin glanced at his hands in a bit of a daze, his face suddenly showed a hint of joy, and he said with some excitement: "Could it be that this is Sword Thirteen!"

Sword Thirteen, who has been pursuing hard, always feels that there is a lack of feeling, and Ye Lin now understands that this feeling is not to drink some wine, but to forget the way of the sword.

Only by forgetting that you are in the way of the sword, forgetting all the exercises and moves, even the trajectory of the sword, then the new condensed moves are your own.

Sword 12 is to summarize all sword moves, so it can emit the power of swordsmanship.

But Sword Thirteen can't learn from all the sword moves, Sword Thirteen is his own perception of kendo and feels his own kendo trajectory.

This is a process of re-understanding kendo, and if you don't know enough about kendo, you won't be able to use Kenju.

Forgetting the roots of all kendo and finding your own kendo trajectory is the thirteenth of the sword.

At this moment, a ray of light burst out in Ye Lin's eyes, he looked at Zhao Teng lightly, and said slowly: "Zhao Teng, if you remove the dust space now, maybe I can give you a chance to live." ”

When Zhao Teng heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Boy, you are too crazy, if I don't kill you today, I can't be at peace in my heart." ”

For Ye Lin's words, Zhao Teng was at a loss, his sleeves fluttered, his hands churned, and the dust blasted towards Ye Lin.

These dust are his ways, and all his power can evolve through them.

He urged the dust, and he urged the power of the Dao rule in his body, and used his realm to compete with Ye Lin.

Ye Lin couldn't help but admire slightly in his heart, if he hadn't comprehended Sword Thirteen, he was afraid that he would not be Zhao Teng's opponent at all.

His strength is indeed extraordinary, and he is even a relatively strong existence among the people Ye Lin has encountered.

But this realization, he broke through Sword Twelve, making him feel thoroughly when he saw any move.

There is really a feeling that you will be at the top of the mountain and see the mountains at a glance.

Between his two fingers, two sword rays burst out, and the sword rays burst out and immediately cut towards Zhao Teng.

Zhao Teng burst out, the majestic power in his body continued to erupt, and he punched out, this punch was like an axe to open the mountain, opening and closing.

The power of his Dao rules is close to the immortal law, and every move and style is full of simplicity.

His moves are extremely clear, seemingly simple attacks, and there is not even a change, but the power of his explosion is extremely terrifying.

Ye Lin's sword thirteen was close to Zhao Teng's body, and it would always be dissolved by his simple moves.

Seeing this, Ye Lin couldn't help but smile and said indifferently: "At least so far, he and Zhao Teng have not been one-sided, but evenly matched. ”

I have a chance, Zhao Teng also has a chance, we are at the same starting point, Ye Lin said secretly in his heart.