Heavy rain.

Ye Junlin stood quietly in the rain, his eyes were like torches, looking directly at the mountain sword cloud.

Shan Jianyun's body, like a light eagle vulture, jumped forward, stepped on the raindrops, and stopped in mid-air. In his hand, he held a wooden long sword tightly, and then his body slowly tilted, and finally his head and feet were reversed.

His arms stretched forward, and his whole body was like a sharp arrow, pouring straight down.

"Proud sword style, eagle strikes the sky!"

Shan Jianyun suddenly let out a loud roar, and then the whole person continued to spin.

Man and sword are one.

This is another unique situation of 'kendo'.

Man is the sword, and the sword is the man.

The rain curtain in the sky was completely dispersed at this moment. The dripping water grains, like pearls, shoot in all directions. The monstrous sword qi surged at this moment. They gathered together and condensed into an incomparably huge sword qi long sword, stabbing straight towards Ye Junlin.

Ye Junlin's face has changed greatly.

It was the most powerful attack he'd seen so far. The combat power contained in this blow is only afraid that it is already at the level of the 'Xuanling Level'.

Ye Junlin's brows furrowed slightly, and then countless colorful Xuan Qi surged up in his body.

"Netherworld Armor. ”

"Golden Dragon Shield Technique. ”

"Sword Qi Divine Skill. ”

Colorful armor, golden dragon shields, and heavy armor of sword qi surrounded Ye Junlin's body.

Ye Junlin clenched the Chiyan Sword, and then the sword qi of the waves also surged.

"Sword one, breaking the wind. ”

"Sword two, slash souls. ”

Ye Junlin swung out two swords, and the red thin Lang and the invisible sword qi surged out one after another.

When Shan Jianyun saw the red thin Lang, his expression changed slightly, but his speed still did not decrease at all.

Before the red thin lang, that invisible sword qi took the lead and quietly burrowed into the sea of consciousness of the mountain sword cloud. Shan Jianyun only felt that the sea was in chaos, and he could no longer grasp the direction of the attack.

The red thin Lang came in an instant, but in front of the huge sword qi of Shan Jianyun, it was like a chopsticks that were easy to break, and it was crushed in an instant.

Ye Junlin was slightly surprised, and then his body quickly changed positions.

Shan Jianyun's body was constantly spinning, like a huge whirlpool, gathering countless sword qi into it. This person's sword, like a huge blade, slammed into the ground.

"Boom!"

On the originally flat ground, a large crater suddenly appeared. The pit is more than ten meters deep, and it is extremely terrifying.

Ye Junlin gasped, if it weren't for the 'Soul Slaying Style' that messed up Shan Jianyun's sea of knowledge, I was afraid that this blow would stab him straight on his body.

With such a powerful attack, if it were swung on his body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

Thinking of this, Ye Junlin began to become angry.

His eyes turned blood-red, like an enraged beast.

"Jian Yi, Breaking the Wind!"

Ye Junlin shouted, the red flame sword in his hand swung out again and again, and countless crimson thin Lang condensed into an incomparably huge flame sword net, and shrouded it towards the big pit.

"Master Tai. Ling Ming exclaimed, he had long forgotten that he had no sword in his hand.

Ling Ming pounced, and the blood light in Ye Junlin's eyes suddenly burst into flames.

On the Chiyan Sword, countless flames rose up, instantly evaporating the raindrops that had time to fall in the future.

"Die!"

Ye Junlin swung out his heavy sword, and a fire dragon swallowed Ling Ming's body like a hungry glutton.

"Ahh

Ling Ming let out a miserable scream, and his whole person was enveloped in red flames.

The scene was bloody and tragic.

Song Jinghong and Yun Zhenyu watched silently from the side and did not make a move. They have no mercy for such people who come to their deaths.

Pity that Ling Ming, in the end, he was burned to ashes by the surging flames.

However, he said that after the sword net composed of countless 'wind-breaking style' fell under the huge pit, the mountain sword cloud did not make any sound. There were no screams, no moans, no spitting.

Ye Junlin was very curious, so he stretched out his head and glanced at the huge pit.

At this moment, in the huge pit, a bright light suddenly flourished. The light was dazzling, and it illuminated this side of the world in an instant.

"It's not good, Shan Jianyun blew himself up!"

Song Jinghong was shocked and hurriedly went to pull Ye Junlin. However, it was too late.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion that shook the earth. Reverberates throughout the canyon and endures.

Song Jinghong was shocked by the shock wave generated by the explosion, and flew dozens of meters away, and he was half-sitting on the ground, looking nervous.

"King's Landing, King's Landing, you're alright. Song Jinghong's expression was extremely anxious, he hurriedly got up and ran towards the position where Ye Junlin was originally standing.

The self-detonation of the 'Semi-Xuan Spirit' is equivalent to the simultaneous explosion of fifty 'Heavenly Thunder Seeds'. Such power, I am afraid

The rain curtain continued to be majestic, and the smoke and dust stirred up by the explosion instantly dissipated into the drizzle.

At the end of the smoke, Ye Junlin's figure appeared.

His clothes were in tatters, and he had wounds large and small from the explosion. Blood flowed down from his body, and gradually dyed the earth red as the drizzle washed away.

However, Ye Junlin's injuries are not serious.

Because when Shan Jianyun had just exploded, Ye Junlin immediately used the 'Ice Technique'. The 'Ice Space' took some damage, and the 'Sword Qi Divine Skill' and other defensive mystical skills took some damage.

In the end, only a very small part of what was applied to Ye Junlin's body remained. But even this very small part still blew him all over his body.

"Thank goodness. Song Jinghong looked at Ye Junlin, who was almost dyed with blood, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In Ye Junlin's eyes, the blood-red light gradually dissipated. He sat cross-legged on the ground, green light lingering around him.

He was using 'Hui Yuan' to heal his wounds

Time passed minute by minute.

Ye Junlin was healing his injuries, and he didn't care about everything in the outside world.

The wind ceased, the thunder ceased, and the rain ceased.

The clouds drifted away, and the sun rose high above the sky again. Thunderstorms in the mountains come and go quickly.

Ye Junlin's wound, under the action of Hui Yuan, slowly healed: the wound stopped bleeding, and then scarred, the scar fell off, and the intact skin grew back.

And all this only took an hour.

Ye Junlin's eyes opened and slowly stood up.

Yun Feng looked at him, and then stretched out his thumb: "You kid is really good." Such a powerful self-detonation only caused you some skin trauma. ”

"Haha, it's a prize. Ye Junlin said with a smile.

Song Jinghong stood beside Ye Junlin, holding a space ring in his hand.

After Shan Jianyun blew himself up, the only thing left was this spatial ring.

Ye Junlin took the space ring from Song Jinghong's hand, and his expression was a little excited. Song Jinghong seemed to see through Ye Junlin's thoughts, and only heard him say slowly: "Don't worry, what you want is inside." ”

Ye Junlin's divine thoughts condensed into the space ring, and then a mysterious technique with an orange cover appeared on his hand.

"Proud Sword Technique", an incomparably powerful mystical technique used by Fang Cai Mountain Jianyun.

Ye Junlin couldn't wait to open it, but regrettably found that this book of mystical skills was not complete.

"Proud Sword Jue", "Xuanjie Zhongpin" Xuanji, is divided into two types. And the fragment in Ye Junlin's hand only has the first type. Although there is only one formula, it has also reached the level of 'Xuanjie lower grade'.

Ye Junlin flipped through it intently, like a hungry child, pounced on the fragrant rice. In the battle, he had already seen the power of this mystical technique, so he secretly told himself that he must learn this mystical technique.

Song Jinghong patted Ye Junlin's shoulder very inappropriately, and said with a smile: "Look at it on the road, let's hurry first." ”

Ye Junlin put away the "Proud Sword Technique" and nodded lightly.

After the 'Mountain Sword Cloud Storm', more than 100 horsemen and horses embarked on the journey again.

What they didn't know was that in front of them, in the narrow valley, another group of people were quietly waiting for them