"Five swords and five swords, but an appetizer, the next six swords and six swords, please." Song Que looked at Lin Ye and said with a smile.

Hearing Song Que's words, Lin Ye's face became very solemn, and he knew in his heart that the next four swords were Song Que's real ability.

And these four knives are just like what Song Que said before, if one is inadvertent, he may die under Song Que's knife.

Although he has infinite confidence in himself, Lin Ye also has to be cautious.

No matter who you are, you have to go all out, this is what Lin Ye has learned.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable aura between heaven and earth, thick and cold.

This is Song Que's unparalleled heavenly sword, the knife flashed in Song Que's hand, and every part of the knife in Song Que's hand turned into a tool to defeat the enemy, and with the knife intent, it attacked Lin Ye in a way that no one could imagine.

One qiē and one qiē became knives in Song Que's hands.

The realm of no sword, the realm of forgetting the knife, everything in the world can be used as a knife to attack, just because Song Que has already incarnated himself into a knife.

Lin Ye's gaze froze, and he turned into a knife as if it was in the past, but Song Que was stronger than Feng Qingyang, just because Song Que understood the characteristics of the knife in his hand, and he understood what kind of knife should be used to play.

Whether it is a qiē Song Que, it can be mastered perfectly.

The knife swung in Song Que's hand, and launched a dense melee attack on Lin Ye like a shower, a gapless, and mercury-like melee attack.

Lin Ye had forgotten a moment at this moment, and his mind was clear, and the sword in his hand was just a subconscious wave.

The sword moves at will.

The two sides made strange moves, fast to fast, during which there was no half-dead delay, and the offensive and defensive sides. They are all attacking and defending as they like; It is compact and intense and implies the meaning of leisurely and elegant, so brilliant that it is difficult for any language to make the shape imply the meaning of leisurely and elegant, and it is so wonderful that it is difficult to describe it in any language.

Swords and knives collide again.

'Ding! After a clear sound sounded, the two returned to their previous state of confrontation from a distance, as if they had never moved their hands.

"Song admires that there are infinite changes in my knife. But you can break through my thousand changes with a single sword, which is really admirable to Song someone. Song Que stood with a knife, looked at Lin Ye with both eyes and smiled.

Hearing what Song Que said, Lin Ye also showed a smile and said: "I also opened my eyes, forgetting the knife after getting the knife, and forgetting the law after getting the law." Therefore, the heaviest knife is to use a knife. But if there is an intention, it will only fall into the trace; If it is unintentional, it is lost. The most important thing is whether it is intentional or unintentional, and you understand this artistic conception is to understand. If you don't understand, you don't understand. ”

After hearing this, Song Que suddenly laughed, his eyes were full of joy, and he looked at Lin Ye and said, "Yes, yes, you really understand." That's all I have for this heavenly sword. Next the seventh knife! ”

'Zheng! Song Que actually put the knife in his hand into the scabbard, his face drooped, and he naturally gave birth to a huge and incomparable momentum in front of Lin Ye. Shroud in forest foliage.

Holding the sword and concentrating, Lin Ye knew in his heart. When Song Que comes out of the sheath next, it will inevitably be an indestructible and earth-shattering terrifying knife.

Quiet, quiet makes people's hearts swoon.

There was not the slightest sound, except for the almost synchronized breathing of the two of them, and there was no other sound of heartbeat.

I don't know what happened in the sky, and there was a black cloud. Cover the moon.

The moonlight vanished, and it was pitch black, with no light left except for the dim and dim light in the sharpening room.

There was a sound of rapid breathing, and I don't know how long it was, and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed. The moonlight reflected on Song Que's knife, and the cold light of the knife reflected in Lin Ye's eyes.

'Zheng! With a loud bang, the heavenly knife came out of its sheath.

One qiē can only be described in one quick word, and Song Que's knife is already difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

When he heard the sound of the knife, the knife in Song Que's hand had already been slashed out of the sheath, and the long knife turned into a lightning-like flying rainbow and slashed towards Lin Ye, cutting through the two-zhang void like a meteor in the air, carrying an incomparably amazing momentum and slashing towards Lin Ye.

The moment this knife was slashed, Lin Ye only felt that all the air currents and anger around him seemed to be sucked by Song Que's earth-shattering knife, and all the vitality was exhausted, and the heaven and earth were full of dead silence, only the terrifying meaning of death and slaughter.

This knife is like a knife of death, and there is no longer a trace of life in it.

Feeling Song Que's sword, the sword in Lin Ye's hand slashed a mysterious trace in the air.

The sword of death is also the artistic conception of death.

Lin Ye's sword was also like a sword technique in hell, the moment it stabbed out, there was only death left in the heaven and earth, and there was nothing else but death.

The huge locust tree next to Lin Ye and Song Que suddenly began to turn yellow and dry up at the same time.

The vegetation in the distance, as if they had been stripped of all their vitality, was no longer green, but was replaced by yellow.

Song Que's knife is an undefeated and victorious sword technique realized in a hundred battles, and the murderous aura carried by one knife will wipe out all vitality.

But this sword of Lin Ye is a symbol of death, the sword of death, and the way of death.

A sword, a sword, great ingenuity, do not see any complicated changes, but the ever-changing has been in it, just like the infinity of heaven and earth, the universe is endless.

The blades collided sharply, and there was a loud 'boom', and the energy rolled horizontally, and then the two retreated like an electric shock.

After the separation, there was a dead silence, Song Que lowered his head and looked at the knife in his hand, and then suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of strange looks, staring at Lin Ye tightly and laughing: "Good, good, good." You're the first one to defeat someone Song. ”

The sword of undefeated victory in a hundred battles faced Lin Ye's sword of death, but it was the first time to taste defeat.

Hearing Song Que's words, Lin Ye didn't speak, Fang Cai's move was really dangerous, and it was really lucky to win.

Fang Cai's sword, the sword intent of death, the sword intent of life and death of reincarnation, was already Lin Ye's eight-point ability.

And this is only the seventh knife, so what about the next two knives?

Is it more powerful than Fang Cai's knife?

However, Lin Ye had no fear in his heart, only expectation. Just excited.

Watching Lin Ye raise the knife and swing it again, Song Que didn't wait for a fraction, the knife in his hand swung out again, and Song Que's knife under the starry sky was like an invisible air net, like a silkworm spinning silk towards Lin Ye.

The moment the knife slashed out. There is only my belief, and time seems to stand still with a knife, Lin Ye stands still in place, and the wind is still at the same time.

Song Que smiled awe-inspiringly, and the whole person jumped up, the heavenly knife in his hand pointed straight to the sky above his head, and then changed to holding the knife with both hands and slashing towards Lin Ye like lightning.

With a tread in his eyes, the sword in Lin Ye's hand suddenly raised his finger, and the blue crystal brilliance bloomed from the long sword in Lin Ye's hand. Like the dazzling sun, it shines brightly.

The blade collided with the blade, and there was a sonorous sound, no one could describe the brilliance, and no one could forget the brilliance of this moment.

Lin Ye only felt a great force coming from the hilt of his sword, and at the same time, he involuntarily retreated seven steps, leaving a footprint a few feet deep with each step.

Without leaving Lin Ye the slightest chance to breathe, Song Que suddenly let out a long howl. The blade shot straight out, quickly closing the distance between himself and Lin Ye. The sword qi completely enveloped Lin Ye in it.

The sword intent filled the entire hall, and suddenly a loud sound like thunder exploded in the sky out of thin air, and Song Que's knife had already been chopped down.

What kind of knife?

No, this can no longer be called a knife, but should be the Tao.

In the perception of Lin Ye, Song Que in front of him seemed to have incarnated into the Heavenly Dao. The knife in his hand seemed to have become the ruling of the Heavenly Dao.

Although this knife has not yet been chopped, Lin Ye knows that he will definitely lose under this knife, and there is no chance of winning by half a point.

A loud bang, a burst of sparks.

Suddenly retreated. Hematemesis.

Lin Ye only felt a huge shock in his five internal organs, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of bright red blood sprayed out.

"One knife and two ways, the heavenly sword is not the way." I don't know how long it took, the true qi in his body was restored, Lin Ye suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of essence, and he looked at Song Que and said in a condensed voice.

Heavenly Sword, Heavenly Dao, this is the real Heavenly Sword.

Heavenly Knife? Heaven? The Tao is very good, and it is very good. Heavenly sword is not the way.

Exploring the extreme of the Dao of the Dao, from the knife of Song Que, Lin Ye could feel Song Que's belief.

"Yes." Hearing Lin Ye's words, Song Que's knife had already been sheathed, and he stood still.

"Why did you put away the knife?" Looking at Song Que, a glimmer of light flashed in Lin Ye's eyes, and he said in a condensed voice.

"In your current state, you will definitely not be able to take my ninth sword, so I will give you a chance, and you will come to ask for my ninth knife in the future." Song Que looked at Lin Ye and said slowly.

At this moment, although Lin Ye's face was the same as usual, Song Que clearly knew that it was just Lin Ye who forcibly pressed down the injury with his profound skills.

If Song Que still slashed the ninth knife, then Song Que was confident that the only way waiting for Lin Ye was death.

For Lin Ye's short-term contact, Song Que was very appreciative, and what Song Que was sure of was that as long as Lin Ye was given a little time, then he would definitely become a more powerful swordsman than himself.

As a swordsman, but also as a martial artist, there is no one more powerful than a challenge, breaking through a higher realm, and being able to come is more exciting and exciting.

So no matter what, Song Que would not make this ninth sword, and Song Que didn't want Lin Ye to fall here, just like that, in his hands.

And only with enough pressure can people continue to work towards a higher level, and can people not only be satisfied with the current state.

Song Que needs an opponent, and this opponent Song Que has also been found, that is, Lin Ye.

Hearing Song Que's words, Lin Ye didn't speak, and he didn't have to speak.

The sword in his hand slowly raised, and an incomparably powerful sword intent suddenly burst out from Lin Ye's body.

Feeling this sword intent on Lin Ye's body, Song Que's eyes couldn't help but show a trace of solemnity.

Unyielding sword intent, undefeated faith.

"You let me watch your heavenly sword, and I should let you see my sword." Looking at Song Que, Lin Ye slowly spoke. (To be continued......)