The moment Jian Hui's hand held the sword, Lin Ye had already felt the indescribable sword intent in his body.

The sword intent that showed the edge was full of it, and the battle intent that had just risen burst out from Jian Hui's body.

The tens of thousands of long swords on the sword peak, feeling this sword intent, actually emitted bursts of humming sounds at the same time, as if they were expecting or jumping or surrendering?

There are no superfluous words to communicate, there is only eye contact, sword to sword.

At the moment of the battle, Lin Ye's mind suddenly recalled what the monk emperor had said to him that day.

I don't need to look for my opponent, the peerless swordsman I expect will come to my door one by one.

So now this sword wisdom is one of the peerless swordsmen predicted by the monk emperor?

Just thinking about it for a moment, then Lin Ye's heart had completely calmed down, and he didn't have to think about anything, and he didn't have to think about anything.

Whether it's in front of you, in your mind, or in your heart, there is only the sword. The sword in the hand, the sword in front of you, the sword in your heart.

The mutual theory of the sword, the duel of the sword.

"Drink!" With a light drink, Jian Hui took the lead with his sword, and the sword was so fast that it could not blink, and it stabbed towards Lin Ye.

Just ⊥⌒ The moment Jian Hui's sword stabbed out, Lin Ye's sword also swung out at the same time.

The swords did not clash, and the sword qi emitted by their blades had already intersected.

The sonorous sound of gold and iron resounded throughout the entire Sword Peak.

After the sword qi, there is the sword edge.

The staggering of the rapid changes of figures, in addition to internal force and moves, is also a confrontation of artistic conception.

Everywhere the two passed, there was a sound of swords.

This is the sword sound of ten thousand swords surrendering.

With the collision of swords and swords, it was already a hundred moves in a blink of an eye, whether it was Lin Ye or Jian Hui, they were all amazed by the other party's kendo attainments in their hearts.

At the same time, it is also the fighting spirit and expectation of the opponent.

"Attention." The blades of the swords intersected. Then the two separated, Jian Hui raised his sword and drank, raising his hand and pointing at it, but it was the sword sect's best move.

A shout fell, and the long sword in his hand was like a meteor sliding from the night sky, conjuring up thousands of sword shadows. Stabbed towards the forest leaves.

These tens of millions of sword shadow remnants, no matter which remnant felt in Lin Ye's heart, they were all full of sharp edges, all of them were like real swords.

The sword came out like a rainbow, approaching Lin Ye's throat three feet, and the extremely best sword moves reflected the entire sword peak into a world of silver light.

A sword is like a galaxy of thousands of miles, and no one can avoid it under such a dense afterimage of the sword.

This sword can only be confronted head-on, and it is absolutely impossible to dodge.

It's just that Jian Hui's divine will has already locked Lin Ye, so there is absolutely no way to dodge this sword.

The sword slammed into the air. The internal qi in Lin Ye's body was running, and at the same time, a cold light appeared, and the sword was like a fire in the plain, and it was like a cold frost and snow that came out in an instant.

The sword qi was staggered, the light and shadow were cold, and the two of them were each broken.

With expressionless faces, the two put away their swords and looked at each other.

Jian Hui's contemporary head of the Sword Sect is also one of the top swordsmen in this world.

Lin Ye still personally experienced the will of countless swordsmen and their kendo. I have also read such unpredictable exercises as the God of War Diagram.

"You remind me of someone." The two stood in place and confronted each other for a long time, and then Jian Hui suddenly exhaled and said to Lin Ye.

"What?"

"A natural swordsman. It is rumored that after he was born, the first word he spat out was sword! He can understand the sound of the sword, understand the joys and sorrows of the sword, understand the meaning of the sword, and make a divine weapon that has not recognized the Lord for hundreds of years. took the initiative to let it be the master, and even when he was learning the sword, he had already achieved it, and the mind was born at will, and the sword moved at will. ”

"When he was nine years old. Go to Luoyang to challenge the first swordsman in martial arts at that time, Zhongyuan Yijian Hong! ”

"He won." Without Jian Hui saying more, Lin Ye already knew what might happen next.

"Yes, he won, although his internal strength is a shortcoming, although his age is not high, but for the meaning of swordsmanship, it is by no means comparable to the so-called first swordsman in martial arts, the so-called first swordsman in martial arts, although he has some skills, but if he talks about kendo, how dare he be called the first." Jian Hui nodded lightly and continued: "After he defeated the so-called number one swordsman, he was even more known as the number one sword in the world in the rivers and lakes, and there was an endless stream of masters who challenged him afterwards, but no one defeated him. I had seen him from afar, and I had already determined that he would be the opponent I was expecting, the Sage of the Sword. ”

Hearing Jian Hui's words, Lin Ye's face couldn't help but move slightly, and after a short intersection, Lin Ye also had an understanding of Jian Hui's ability.

But it was a surprising thing that that person was able to become a sword saint by Jian Hui.

"Who the hell is that man?" The right hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened Lin Ye looked at Jian Hui and asked.

"Peerless City Lord: Dugu Sword!" Jian Hui said.

"Dugu Sword, Sword Master!" Lin Ye read lightly in his mouth, keeping this name firmly in his heart.

If what Jian Hui said was not false in the slightest, then Dugu Jian was indeed a saint who was truly born for the sword.

But because of this, this made Lin Ye look forward to it even more, looking forward to being able to fight with the sage in that sword.

At this moment, suddenly, in the far east, a sword light shot straight into the sky.

The sword light turned into a thread, linking the heavens.

At the same time as seeing that line of sword light, Lin Ye and Jian Hui's bodies shook at the same time, and their faces showed an incredible look.

"Who is it? Who is it that actually created such a sword technique that changes the color of heaven and earth. Jian Hui muttered to himself with a shocked look in his eyes.

"Heaven and earth are also disgraced by the sword." Hearing Jian Hui's words, Lin Ye suddenly thought of the sword technique of the reincarnation of life and death that he had used, that sword made life and death reversed, the reincarnation of yin and yang, whether it was also a sword technique that made heaven and earth lose color, but it was just a vision that did not appear in this world at that time.

"The unity of meaning and law, in the Dao entry style, such a sword technique is enough to cause changes in heaven and earth. In a hundred years, there is no kendo, and there are only a few visions in the whole world, and every time it appears, there will be a strong person who will appear, who is it this time? Hearing Lin Ye's words, Jian Hui nodded lightly and said.

"Whoever it is, he's never nameless. These things will naturally be seen in the future, but for now, let's continue the unfinished sword fight. Lin Ye looked at Jian Hui and said.

"Please!" Jian Hui's face turned solemn, and he nodded slightly, and the sword drooped slightly.

The two stood motionless in place, accompanied by the sound of the wind, and the two of them confronted each other motionlessly in front of the two heroic swords, on the sword peak where ten thousand swords were buried.

With the passage of time, the sword intent that they originally had on their bodies suddenly disappeared.

All the qiē seemed to be still, this sword peak was full of dead silence, and all the snakes, insects, rats and ants fled from the sword peak because they couldn't bear this dead silence.

If there are onlookers, they will definitely be able to see that the countless snakes, insects, rats and ants under this sword peak are fleeing in all directions like ghosts, there is no fixed goal, only one point, that is, Yuanli Sword Peak.

Lin Ye and Jian Hui stood in place like stone statues, motionless.

This is a contest of the sword of the heart.

The heart is me, I am the sword, so the heart is the sword, the sword is the heart, and comparing the heart with the sword is tantamount to comparing the sword with the sword.

This is the confrontation of the Divine Dao, and now although the two are motionless, every look on both sides is actually a meeting of earth-shattering moves.

Just because the sword practitioner has practiced to a certain level, it is meaningless whether to hold the sword or not; It's just because the Divine Way of the Mind is already able to let the other party see it clearly without using a sword.

This is the realm of no sword. (To be continued......)