The sword, for the 'Sword Warrior', is undoubtedly a second life.

If the sword is broken, then the life of the warrior will also become precarious.

Ling Ming looked at the red thin Lang who flew straight away, his face was expressionless, he was already defeated, but he might not die.

Because, Shan Jianyun will inevitably make a move.

Ye Junlin was secretly on guard while looking at the crimson thin Lang, he faintly felt that Shan Jianyun and Ling Ming had no intention of going back alive at all when they came this time.

Shan Jianyun's strength, no matter how strong it is, is not enough to kill everyone here.

But Shan Jianyun still moved, and a glimmer of light shone on his hand.

In the next instant, a brown shield blocked in front of Ling Ming.

"Bang. ”

The red thin Lang bombarded the brown shield, and the sound of metal colliding spread in all directions.

Shan Jianyun jumped down from the Earth-splitting Giant Elephant, and he stood in front of Ling Ming, not afraid.

"Senior Mountain, if you kill any of us here, the 'Purple Cloud Sea' is afraid that it will fight with the 'Sword Forging Villa' and never die. On the side, Song Jinghong watched quietly and reminded cautiously.

"Haha" Shan Jianyun stroked his beard and laughed: "The old man has already severed his relationship with the 'Sword Casting Villa', and this incident is only the work of the old man and Ling Ming, and it has nothing to do with the 'Sword Casting Villa'. ”

Shan Jianyun's words, the words were sonorous, like the power of thunder, and smashed heavily on everyone's hearts.

"Senior, why are you doing this?" Ye Junlin held his sword to his chest and sighed softly.

"You won't understand. Shan Jianyun sighed, and then said slowly: "The 'Sword Casting Villa' where the old man lives, has been in the 'Chixiao Mortal Domain' for hundreds of years, and seeing that it has declined, the old man is unwilling. Therefore, the old man wants to use his own blood to awaken the gang of the 'Sword Casting Villa'!"

Ye Junlin looked at Shan Jianyun and didn't know what to do. He really couldn't understand how chaotic Shan Jianyun's logic was.

If you can't understand each other, then you can't communicate, and if you can't communicate, then you can only fight.

Ye Junlin admired this old man very much, so he decided to use all his strength to send this old man on his last journey.

"Old-timers, please. ”

Ye Junlin held the Chiyan Sword tightly, and there was a trace of blood flashing in his eyes.

"Good. ”

Shan Jianyun replied softly, the space ring on his hand flashed with a faint light, and then a simple sword appeared on his hand.

This sword is very peculiar, there is no 'spirit array', no ink lines, no runes, not even a metallic luster.

That's a wooden sword!

Shan Jianyun caressed the wooden sword with a calm expression.

It seems that in his hands, he is the Purple Electric Green Frost Longquan cadre, which is a sharp weapon in the world.

Ye Junlin looked at the wooden sword, and his heart did not relax at all, the more people who don't care about the blade, the more truly strong they are.

"Then I'll draw my sword. ”

Shan Jianyun said, the wooden sword in his hand waved slightly.

In an instant, the earth shook violently. Several turbules, like flying arrows, pierced straight towards Ye Junlin.

Ye Junlin watched quietly, as if he had an understanding.

The 'earth attribute' aura contained in the turbulent stone instantly poured into Ye Junlin's sea of knowledge.

However, Ye Junlin didn't have time to comprehend, because the threat of the stone was coming in an instant.

Ye Junlin jumped straight up, and the long sword was like a dragon going out to sea, waving like the wind.

The wind gusted, wrapped in endless sword intent, and scattered in all directions.

Like a sharp blade, cutting endlessly, the flying tortoise was cut into dust as soon as it touched the blade.

The dust kicked up and captivated everyone's eyes.

However, Ye Junlin saw it very clearly.

Because in his eyes, there are only mountains and clouds.

If a master makes a move, life and death are often only in an instant.

Therefore, when fighting, there is no room for the slightest distraction.

The purple mist surged all over Ye Junlin's body, and his figure dissipated suddenly.

Shan Jianyun watched quietly, his expression was as usual, but the wooden sword in his hand was held tighter.

The originally calm sky suddenly drifted in a large dark cloud. Dark clouds obscured the sky, and the original gentle sun disappeared in an instant.

Ye Junlin's figure appeared beside Shan Jianyun.

The Red Flame Sword, which shone with flames, slammed towards the waist of the mountain sword cloud.

The mountain sword cloud swung his sword to block, and the original simple wooden sword actually flickered, and layers of brown ghostly light flickered. The ghostly light wrapped the wooden sword tightly.

It's like, plated with a layer of brown metal.

"Bang. ”

"Bang. ”

In the blink of an eye, the old and the young exchanged several moves.

Ye Junlin's brows furrowed slightly, because he felt the pressure coming from the mountain sword and the cloud wood sword.

A gust of wind blew, and the branches and leaves of the trees on the canyon shook like a million ambush soldiers.

Shan Jianyun swung out with a sword, knocking Ye Junlin back.

Ye Junlin's arms and tiger mouth were tingling. Unexpectedly, the old man reached this age, and his arms were still so strong.

"Ice Trick!"

Ye Junlin shouted, and a small square space was deduced by him, and he walked towards the mountain sword cloud.

The temperature around you drops suddenly. The surrounding 'Flying Bear Army' was unnaturally wrapped in clothes and armor.

Shan Jianyun's old eyes finally showed a trace of solemnity, because he faintly felt that this move was by no means an ordinary mystical skill.

The brown light shone faintly on his sword, and then changed from faint to grand.

The wooden sword waved gently, but it seemed to have the power of ten thousand pounds.

The brown ball of light, in the process of flying towards the cold space, suddenly became larger, and it was actually a small mountain.

The hill weighed heavily on the icy space, shaking the surrounding land for a while.

The icy space was flattened by the hill, and the icy aura escaped everywhere.

The wind blew up, and in the sky, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed, illuminating the whole world. Thunder rumbled, like a cannon.

In this continuous roar, Ye Junlin took out his sword.

The sword qi in the sky surged. The sharp blade of the sword even tore through the howling wind.

On the wooden sword in Shan Jianyun's hand, there was also sword qi shining. He looked at Ye Junlin and showed an excited battle intent.

Let's fight.

One old and one young, the two 'sword warriors' collided together, and the sound of metal roaring was endless.

In the sky, a drop of cool rain fell on Ye Junlin's head, and then on his face, chest, arms, hands, and sword

The rain kept dripping, from dots to threads, and from threads to curtains.

In the rain curtain, Shan Jianyun and Ye Junlin chased each other, like two children playing, frolicking in this majestic rain.

If there is no terrifying killing intent.

The fine rain curtain was cut into sections by the monstrous sword qi, one after another, stretching continuously, like a Lang flower repeatedly, and like a high and low mountain cliff.

Ye Junlin and Shan Jianyun were in it, fighting in it, and even enjoying it and revulding in it.

The battle of life and death has now turned into a competition between an old man and a young man, two 'sword warriors'. Such a sudden change is really amazing.

Onlookers may think so, but Ye Junlin, as the person concerned, knows better than anyone else.

He was fighting fiercely with Shan Jianyun, and it was a war of attrition.

Fortunately, Ye Junlin has never been afraid of a war of attrition.

Because he has the Sword God Formula.

Under the supplement of "Sword God Technique", the mysterious qi in his dantian is like a vast sea, endless.

In the dense rain curtain, the more the mountain sword cloud fought, the more terrifying it became.

As a powerhouse who had stepped into the 'Xuanling Level' with half a foot, he knew the gap between himself and the 'low-level Xuanshi' in front of him, so he chose the 'War of Atrition'.

Shan Jianyun's strategy itself is correct. But the mistake is that the person he met was Ye Junlin.

How can a person like Ye Junlin be judged by common sense.

The rain was heavy, like a pour.

However, the bodies of the two 'sword warriors' were not wet in the slightest.

The surging sword qi is like a sharp blade of heaven and earth, breaking the sky, the earth, the river, and the river, and naturally it can also break the rain.

Time passed minute by minute, and Shan Jianyun became more and more powerless the more he fought, and he already faintly felt that if it dragged on like this, it would not be Ye Junlin who would be exhausted, but him.

"Then let's fight. Shan Jianyun let out a low sigh, and above his body, the brown light was like a rising sun, shining in the heavens and the earth