The trace of sword intent that was separated from it fell into rain, one turned into three, the grains were translucent and crystalline, and the purple light was bright, and through the light curtain channel connecting the body and the primordial spirit, it fluttered down and merged into the clouds and mist on the surface of the body.

This shrouded in the vast qi around the body, is Lin Jingyu refining the heart and self-cultivation and has the rhyme of the avenue, when listening to the rain floor to comprehend the rain sword trick, the real condensation into a prototype, and then after several tempering, to now, reappeared, has been from the previous light as green smoke, advanced to the current thick like mist, it is the beginning of the general trend, just waiting for the final shape.

The moment the three-point sword intent melted in, it was like a withered seedling meeting rain, dry wood encountering a fierce fire, and being nourished, all of a sudden, no longer swaying, no longer fluttering, with vitality, with hope, although extremely small, but you can see the possibility of thriving.

As for the primordial spirit, the sword intent that still exists is like the fire of a broken candle, lit by stars, tenacious and inextinguishable.

In the topmost space of the Blood Rain Cave Heaven, the deities conjured by the eight sword intents have already sent out a shocking blow, and the end of the first round of training also means that the next round will be opened, which may be even bloodier and more cruel.

Sure enough, the sword intent left by the patriarch Yu Yu Zhenren of the Kai faction slashed again, cutting through the void, domineering to the extreme, there was a sword down, and ten thousand swords could not stop it.

The sword light is sharp, fast as lightning.

"Huh!"

The sword of the tyrant slashed, and as the sword shadow fell, in the blink of an eye, Lin Jingyu's primordial spirit was split in half.

It's just that he retreated faster, far faster than the sword, leaving behind an afterimage, allowing the sword of the tyrant to split.

It turned out that at the moment when the sword of the tyrant slashed down at great speed, the primordial spirit and the main body shook suddenly, and the light curtain channel connecting the two suddenly contracted, pulling the main body and the primordial spirit to become one in an instant.

"Boom!boom"

The sound of burning iron into the ice water came out, and in the process of fusion, the vast Dao Yun actually squeezed out the Yuan Shen and prevented it from entering, so the sparks were sparked, the glow burst out, and the divine light was blazing, drowning Lin Jingyu's whole person.

This is not rejection, this is another kind of refining! It can make the primordial spirit imprinted with the boundless momentum, so as to become more powerful.

Although the progress of the fusion was slightly blocked, it was only relatively speaking, in fact, it was faster than lightning, and with a flash of brilliance, the fusion of the main body and the primordial spirit was completed, and a powerful momentum soared into the sky.

At the same time, in that brief moment, the two separate sword intents were like ink dripping into clear water, dissolving in the vast clouds and mist, like a sunset, from the top of the head and feet, opening the divine curtain, turning into a faint body shield, with a sharp aura emanating out.

In an instant, the sword of the overlord slashed down, colliding violently with the body protection divine light, and suddenly, the qi wave rolled and swept around.

And the protective body light shield that was blended by sword intent and Dao rhyme, the divine light shrank for a while, and became dim, but it became more condensed, resisting the attack.

Subsequently, the eight sword intents took turns to slash, non-stop, there was a feeling of fast knife slashing, and even in the end, the fast ones couldn't be distinguished at all, one sword was slashed, and another sword intent followed.

In the face of such a high-intensity attack, the divine light shield guarding Lin Jingyu shrank again and again, and he was in an extremely disadvantageous position.

But if there are outsiders here, you will find clues if you look closely, when the vast Dao rhyme emerges from its body, the clouds and mist are stacked layer by layer, the top is sharp and the bottom is wide, forming a cone, moving with the wind, and it is not stable.

And when the three-point sword intent is integrated, this is like adding a scaffold, supporting the Dao rhyme, making it stable and not swinging, and then when the primordial spirit and the body are fused, the sword intent is divided and reunited, like adding a mold, completely making it condense but not disperse.

At this time, the combination of Dao Yun and sword intent has become a peerless thing, a piece of supreme divine iron, waiting for the ultimate casting of the casting master, and the eight sword intents that slash down are just the most suitable, like a natural hammer, constantly bombarding it.

After continuous tempering and tempering, the protective divine light continued to shrink and solidify, and the sword tire that was rammed into a sword, the Dao rhyme and the sword intent were perfectly fused together, and the momentum became more and more amazing.

Moreover, this was not the end, the strength of the Eight Dao Sword Intent bombardment became even more violent and unstoppable, and this space also became extremely chaotic, and the temperature rose sharply, igniting the air and turning into a sea of fire.

This is no longer just grinding, this is like forging, tempered in the flames!

Where Lin Jingyu was, he couldn't see his figure at all, there was only a sword, about a zhang long, the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, and the hilt of the sword went to the ground, competing with the sword intent that was chopped down, it had changed greatly, no longer shrinking, and shaking hard.

Fingertip quicksand, time flies, in the continuous ramming, the sword that was condensed by clouds and mist actually grew in reverse, and every time it collided, it became a lot bigger, and soon grew to more than ten zhang, which was comparable to the length of the eight sword intent that was cut off.

At that moment, the eight sword intents, all of a sudden, converged into the chasm of the Black Rock Mountain, and the entire space was only left with this sword intent condensed by Lin Jingyu, placed in the raging fire, like a fire god who came from ancient times, immovable, and let it be calcined in every way.

The scene was extremely quiet, the sound of Lin Jingyu's breathing could be heard clearly, as the chaos stopped, the temperature of the air gradually decreased, and with it, the momentum of the fire became smaller and smaller, until finally, it was extinguished.

A sword, standing up to the sky, and having a sense of reality, no opening edge, restrained breath, the sword body has a faint purple flower, such as water lines, one after another, showing its extraordinary.

This space is still full of eight sword intents, and it has not changed because of Lin Jingyu's addition, because he still has one last step that has not been completed, that is, the sword that does not open the front, it is a blunt sword, and it is not threatening.

Suddenly, there was a sound of loose rocks, as if something had awakened from its dormant and was breaking through the ground.

It was also a sword, revealing the tip of the sword, breaking free from the sword marks left by Lin Yifan, circling in the air several times, clanging and ringing, and then a figure seemed to penetrate the endless void, projecting in from the outside world, the figure was extremely faint, a little ethereal, as if it would dissipate at any time.

The visitor looked at Lin Jingyu's condensed sword intent and kept nodding, obviously this had won his approval.

I saw him finger a little, Lin Jingyu, who was shrouded by sword intent, suddenly flashed light on his chest, and a mysterious catalogue floated out and came to the top of the mysterious person's head, and then, the catalogue spontaneously decomposed into a burst of spiritual light and integrated into the body of the person who came.

This catalogue seems to contain strange power, after absorbing the spiritual light, the phantom of the person who came suddenly condensed a lot, and then it was revealed, it turned out to be Lin Yifan, and that catalogue was the carrier of the Heavenly Sumeru Great Array, before Lin Jingyu entered the Blood Rain Cave Heaven to sharpen, it was beaten into his body, just in case.

Now the power carried in the catalogue was absorbed by the phantom projected by Lin Yifan, and then he grabbed the coiled flying sword, and slowly slid his two fingers on the sword body until the tip of the sword, and then stopped.

"How long has it been since I really used my sword? Ten years? Or a hundred years? Time flies so fast, someone should be about to leave, right? I don't know who will come out again to cause trouble in the world", Lin Yifan looked at the sword shadow condensed by his sword intent in his hand, and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, his eyes suddenly raised, staring at Lin Jingyu's huge sword intent, the essence flashed, his toes touched the ground lightly, his figure flashed out, came to the air, and a sword swung down, and the sharp sword flew out of his body.

"Woohoo!"

The sword cut off on one of the edges of Lin Jing and the sword intent, from top to bottom, all the way to the hilt of the sword, and then, Lin Yifan swung out three more swords, cutting them on the remaining three edges, and the cut marks were shiny with cold light, like a natural one, which was to open the front for him.

The moment the four swords were completed, a vast and majestic momentum was scattered from the sword body, extremely vast, and there was a kind of tragedy hidden in it, there was a faint sadness in the atmosphere, with the world in mind, sad for the common people, and the sadness was just right.

Feeling this charm, Lin Yifan was stunned for a moment, and then calmly, "It seems that the junior brother has also seen that ancient scene, good!

Forcibly sent out four swords, opening the front for Lin Jingyu's sword intent, the afterimage projected by Lin Yifan was extremely weak, as light as air, and the spiritual power was obviously exhausted, and immediately, the afterimage slowly merged into his sword intent, and with the sword intent reclassified into the slender sword marks.

The sword intent opened, the last step of refining was completed, and this space suddenly became nine immortal sword intents coexisting, Lin Jingyu's was not weaker than any of them, and he resisted the courtesy, and under the eight obstacles, the breakthrough was successful.

Then in the back mountain, Lin Yifan, who was sitting cross-legged, had a sweet throat, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale instantly, and his breath suddenly withered, and when he fell, a palm was against his back, and the soft spiritual power passed into his body along the palm, nourishing his depleted qi and blood.

With Lin Yifan's current cultivation, breaking the ban and entering the Blood Rain Cave Heaven is extremely costly.

After a long time, his face gradually improved, and there was a hint of ruddyness.

"Why do you bother, kid?" a sigh stretched for a long time, with a strong sense of protection and regret, as well as a deep helplessness, helplessness to do anything.

"The junior brother needs to be strong as soon as possible, and there is not much time left for the world to be stable"

The person behind Lin Yifan is his master Lin Dutian, since Lin Jingyu entered the Blood Rain Cave Heaven, it has been a full ten years, he often comes over, and every time he wants to replace this big disciple, he is politely refused.

Although he didn't say the reason, but he knew that the disciple was better than the teacher, Lin Dutian still guessed, maybe this disciple could sense the situation in the Blood Rain Cave, and what he saw today confirmed his conjecture, but if you don't say it, I won't ask, for this big disciple, Lin Dutian is always very relieved.

"Your junior brother should be out of the customs soon?"

"Well, in ten days at most, the junior brother should be able to break through, he has made great progress, beyond my imagination."

"Master, has there been a lot of things going on in the world recently?" Lin Yifan asked, although he was trying his best to hide it, the subtle fluctuation in his heart was still noticed by Lin Dutian, who had taught him for several years.

"Yes, a lot has happened," he muttered to himself.

"Oh, Master, then I won't wait here for Senior Brother Hou to come out, it's been ten years!

"Go!" Lin Dutian waved his hand, looked at the uncertain sea of clouds below, and whispered: The clouds are misty, and there is no trace of illusion, just like the destiny of a person, unpredictable, Yifan, where will your destiny be? .