The Dao clothes on Li Yin's body were burned into a sieve by the star sand, but fortunately, even if it was the Dao clothes of the outer disciples, the material of the clothes was not too bad, although the star sand could burn through the Dao clothes, but it did not ignite. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info but a grain of star sand burns through the clothes and sticks to the skin, burning the skin like a drop of boiling water.

"How does it feel?" The young man surnamed Cai was extremely proud when he saw that Liyin's body was burned with thousands of holes.

Li Yin hurriedly patted off the star sand on his body and said: "You used one drop of spirit yuan to sacrifice the 'Xuan-level spirit rune', used three drops of spirit yuan to sacrifice the 'red fish bone spur', used one drop of spirit yuan to sacrifice the 'sound thunder nucleus', and now there is a drop of spirit yuan to sacrifice this 'star sand', adding up, you used a total of six drops of spirit yuan, I don't know how many drops of spirit yuan are available in your body?"

The young man surnamed Cai had a slightly gloomy face: "You deliberately didn't attack me, just passively evaded, just waiting for me to consume Lingyuan?"

"You have a core disciple to rely on, and you have countless magic weapons on your body, but unfortunately, you, like me, are just a turn of the spiritual vein. The spirit veins are extremely rare, but only a few drops. A few drops of spirit yuan can be called gold, you use six drops of spirit yuan, even if your spirit vein talent is stronger than others, you can only condense two or three drops in your body at most, which is already the limit. ”

What Li Yin thought of just now was that there were only a few drops of the spirit element in his body, and after more than a month of tempering, there was only one drop more. The young man surnamed Cai is the same spiritual vein as himself, and the spirit yuan in his body will definitely not exceed ten drops, he has already used six drops, and there are four drops left at most.

"Spiritual elements are needed for magic weapon sacrifices, and without spiritual elements, even if you have more magic weapons on your body, they are useless. ”

Li Yin clenched the sword in his hand, and stared at the young man surnamed Cai in front of him, he lived for more than thirty years, and his mind was naturally more flexible and clear than that of the young man surnamed Cai.

"Even if you don't have a magic weapon, you can't help me. The boy surnamed Cai was not flustered.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Li Yin grabbed the sword in his hand and stepped out, his steps were like the wind through the forest, quickly shortening the distance between himself and the young man surnamed Cai, and the 'Lei Yin Sword' was immediately out.

He also sacrificed a drop of Lingyuan, and the Lingyuan was introduced into the 'Thunder Sound Sword', and the 'Thunder Sound Sword' thunder mang beats.

The 'Thunder Sound Sword' stabbed at the 'ball of light' conjured up by the Xuan-level spirit rune, and the ball of light shrank out a concave mark, blocking the sword.

Whew!

Liyin's arm is like a bee flapping its wings, and in the time of a breath, he waves his arm dozens of times, and stabs dozens of swords in a row.

One by one, the sword shadows were stacked on top of each other, as if dozens of swords were conjured up at the same time.

Dozens of indents appeared on the surface of the 'ball of light' at almost the same time, but the ball of light was like a ball on the surface of the sea, no matter how many times it was pierced, the ball of light would only concave a mark, and then quickly return to its original state.

The young man surnamed Cai hid in the ball of light, staring at Li Yin and stabbing the sword in his hand at lightning speed, like stabbing out a dazzling sword flower, but no matter how hard the sword light was, it still couldn't hurt him. He grinned and sneered: "You can't break this ball of light, this is a Xuan-level spirit rune, and your spirit-level lower-level spirit sword is garbage." ”

"Really?" Li Yin sneered in his heart, a sharp smile flashing in his eyes.

His right hand maintained a high speed to stab the sword, blocking the gaze of the young man surnamed Cai, and at the same time, a small flag had quietly appeared in his left hand.

It was the 'Sword Intent Small Flag' that he got from Senior Brother Xun, according to Senior Brother Xun, the 'Sword Intent Small Flag' was also a Xuan-level magic weapon, and what was stored here was the 'Sword Intent'.

Although this small flag can only be used twice, Senior Brother Xun also reminded him not to use it as a last resort.

But now it's a fire that burns the eyebrows, and it's a last resort. If he couldn't kill the boy surnamed Cai, it would be difficult for him and Beimenlou to survive in the North Wind Dao in the future, and the anger and strength of the core disciples would be enough to burn them to death.

I don't know how powerful the Sword Intent Banner is?

Li Yin secretly condensed a drop of spirit yuan and poured into the small flag.

A drop of spirit yuan poured into the small flag.

Xiaoqi didn't react at all.

"What's going on?" The sword intent in the small banner of sword intent did not react.

"Could it be that the Sword Intent Flag is fake. Am I being scammed?"

Li Yin broke out in a cold sweat, this was the only way he could defeat the boy surnamed Cai, if the 'Sword Intent Xiaoqi' was a fake, he would most likely not be able to deal with the boy surnamed Cai today, and in the days to come, he would face the oppression of a core disciple with three turns of the spiritual vein, and his survival in the sect would definitely be difficult.

"It shouldn't be fake, there is indeed a very small sword intent in this sword intent flag. ”

Li Yin quickly calmed down, and once again gathered a drop of spirit yuan and poured into the sword intent small flag.

The 'Sword Intent Banner' reacted slightly, and the light stains on the surface were a little brighter, but that's all.

However, this change in the small flag made Li Yin's heart reassured, it seems that the 'Sword Intent Small Banner' is not a fake, but it takes a lot of spiritual yuan to sacrifice the 'Sword Intent Small Banner'.

Drop by drop, Lingyuan continued to drip into the 'Sword Intent Small Flag' from Liyin's fingertips.

Just like a drop of water falling into the sand, the sand quickly sucked the water dry, and Xiaoqi continued to absorb the spirit element from Liyin's fingertips, and as the more spirit yuan was sucked, the light stains on the surface of Xiaoqi became brighter and brighter.

Until the sixth drop of Lingyuan dripped out.

The surface of the 'Sword Intent Small Flag' was suddenly plated, and the formation on the surface of the small flag immediately moved, and the flag arrays were intertwined, and the sword intent in the flag was like a group of piranhas that smelled blood, and the originally quiet 'Little Flag' suddenly flourished again, and in the glorious light, a fine stream of sand like crystal sand poured out from the 'Little Flag'.

The 'Sword Intent Banner' immediately lightened by a third.

These 'sand streams' are like countless fine grains of sand.

However, the individual size of these grains of sand is extremely small, ten times smaller than a grain of river sand, like smoke grains.

But these smoke particles are not ordinary smoke and dust, these smoke particles are crystal clear and sharper.

Each grain was condensed by fine sword intent.

He had been practicing the sword intent for a few days, but he was only holding the sword intent and studying, and he couldn't carefully observe the true body of the sword intent.

In these sword intents as thin as smoke and dust, Li Yin sensed wisps of spiritual power. These spiritual powers were very weak, but they were like thick pulp, gathering countless sword intents into a bowl of thick porridge.

If you don't use the sword intent flag, Li Yin can't see what the sword intent in the flag is.

Now that he looked closely, he finally had a clear overview of the sword intent.

But now was not the time for him to sit down and study the sword intent carefully.

The smoke particles gushing out of the sword intent quickly converged into a blue light sword more than a foot long.

The essence of the lightsaber sword is like light plating, as thin as cicada wings, and the edge is compelling.

The lightsaber just floated in front of Li Yin, and Li Yin could feel that the lightsaber was sharp and cut through steel like mud, cutting bones and flesh.

These sword intents seemed to be filled with incomparable blood-devouring power.

It was like 10,000 galloping horses being caught in their hands and trying to break free.

There was no way to control the sword intent sword in his hand at all.

It's like an arrow that has been stretched out and drawn, and it has reached its strength.

Liyin didn't dare to hesitate any longer.

"Go!"