The small lines of words were as thin as mosquitoes' feet, and they were covered by the breath of the sword marks, and it took Lin Jingyu a lot of soul power to finally identify it-Lin Yifan, Fu Yu Sword Technique.

This slender sword mark was left by his senior brother Lin Yifan with the Rain Sword Technique.

"Senior brother is really powerful, his comprehension of the sword surpasses all the predecessors and sages of my Fuyu Pavilion", Lin Jingyu praised from the bottom of his heart, in his heart, there has always been an illusion, although the cultivation realm of senior brother Lin Yifan, although it is only an immortal realm, but the aura it exudes is comparable to that of several masters and uncles of the Feather Realm, and even surpasses it.

Every time I look at him, I always feel like looking at the faint ink on a piece of paper, dusty and ethereal, like a fairy, without a trace of fireworks in the world, as if it will go away with the wind at any time and disappear between this world and the world.

It's hard to imagine that if it weren't for the incurable dark wound on Senior Brother's body, which caused his cultivation to stagnate, it was impossible to predict what level he would be able to reach now.

Thinking of this, Lin Jingyu twisted his head to the side violently, he couldn't bear to look at the sword mark anymore, since he was led into the Fuyu Pavilion by his master, he spent most of his time with Lin Yifan, whether it was practicing or teaching, he was almost always guided by his senior brother, so he had a particularly deep affection for Lin Yifan.

Once upon a time, he promised his senior brother that he must heal the dark wounds in his body, but now he has cultivated this point, once he walks out of the Fuyu Pavilion, I am afraid that it will not even be enough to protect himself, how can he help others.

Gritting his teeth, a touch of tenacity flashed in Lin Jingyu's eyes, and at this moment, he suddenly wanted to become stronger!

That's it, that's it! There will be a day! I just hope it's not too late, Lin Jingyu clenched his fists and stretched the corners of his frowning brows.

There was still the last sword mark left, Lin Jingyu looked at it intently, and suddenly, a heroic aura rushed straight to his chest, just for a moment, it made his blood boil, and he unconsciously straightened his clothes, this breath was also extremely extraordinary, like a humble gentleman, a righteous spirit.

It is the first person in the outer sect today, Mu Yunzheng, and he is also left by the Thousand Spirits Sword and Rain Technique.

For Mu Yunzheng, Lin Jingyu has heard more than once that in the mysterious cave of the sect, the two of them were very close to each other, and the master also gave him a very high evaluation that was not inferior to the first generation of apologetic elder Xiao Huangge, and now, he left sword marks on the top layer of the Blood Rain Cave Heaven, so it seems that it is really a dragon and a phoenix among people.

The eight sword marks were swept away one by one, it was really high and low, for more than 20,000 years, to this day, only nine people were able to climb to the top of the Blood Rain Cave Heaven, Lin Jingyu couldn't help but feel a little cold from a high place.

"Is this the eighth test!?" Lin Jingyu groaned, revealing a thoughtful look.

"And there are eight sword marks on the top layer, is this a coincidence?, or is it an inevitability?" he muttered to himself, "If I leave a sword mark here, it will be the ninth, and according to Senior Brother, this Blood Rain Cave Heaven has a total of nine layers."

"Is there some hidden mystery in this darkness?"

He didn't believe that there would be so many coincidences, but the strangeness of the Blood Rain Cave Heaven was everywhere, and although there were doubts and speculations in his heart, he still couldn't say anything wrong.

"Forget it, it's better not to think nonsense, since you have reached the top, you should focus on the sword."

The eight sword marks are all about ten zhang long, and the sides are as smooth as mirrors, even if a skilled craftsman comes to polish them, I am afraid that they will not be able to do it so neatly and consistently.

The strange and powerful aura that Lin Jingyu felt was the immortal sword intent condensed on these eight sword marks.

"I wonder what kind of state they were in when they left these sword marks?"

The shock in Lin Jingyu's heart could not be calmed down for a long time, these sword intents may not be felt at all for others, but for him, they are so clear.

Lin Jingyu suppressed the surging tide in his heart, sat down, and quietly felt the sword intent emanating from the valley, or rather, he was feeling the breath of the person who left this sword mark at the beginning, and tried to restore that sword in the sea of knowledge.

Invincible! Nothing is broken! The sword is out and unstoppable!

Lin Jingyu immediately understood why he felt that kind of aura was very strange, it was not only powerful, but also had a sense of closeness, because that was the heart that every real swordsman should share, the form and the sword are combined, the god and the sword are fused, and the human sword is one, and it is naturally invincible.

It is a sword that trusts oneself incomparably, just like trusting one's relatives and friends, believing that the sword in one's hand can break through everything in front of you.

In the face of this immortal sword intent, it is like peeping at a transcendent swordsman interpreting the supreme sword technique, if he can comprehend it, Lin Jingyu believes that his understanding of the sword will be able to go further.

He meditatively comprehended the sword intent contained in these eight sword marks, the eight sword intents were different, some were fierce, some were domineering, some were sharp, and what else?

Lin Jingyu patiently comprehended, peeled off the external cover little by little, and touched the essence of the sword marks.

"What?

Suddenly, the eight sword marks disappeared in his eyes incredibly, and when he looked again, where the sword marks were, there was nothingness, and it had merged with the mountain.

"To that extent?"

Lin Jingyu was shocked, he could feel that the eight people who used the sword technique at the beginning, with every move, mobilized the entire heaven and earth, and it was a sword that was issued, and it was a piece of heaven and earth that was involved, so it was so powerful.

"Is this the realm of selflessness?"

Lin Jingyu couldn't help frowning, all along, in his heart, the highest realm of using a sword is to melt heaven and earth, and even after comprehending it, he was once overjoyed, but when he came here, the sword intent he exuded obviously surpassed that of melting heaven and earth, and his thinking was subverted again, because what he saw in front of him was the supreme realm of using a sword.

After all, the merging of heaven and earth, after all, still exists, is for being, and the name is the mother of all things, and the mother, the foundation, and the foundation is also; the nothing, the nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth, the beginning, and the source is also, which is the highest state of thousands of avenues.

Unconsciously, Lin Jingyu's state of mind jumped again, reaching a height that ordinary people could not reach at all, I have to say that his understanding is too rebellious, so young, it has only been more than ten years since he stepped into the door of cultivation, and he has this classic comprehension.

The essence of the Eight Dao Sword Intents shows that the few people who sent out their respective blows, when the sword was issued, seemed to have forgotten their existence at all, as if all their qi and blood, spiritual power, divine soul, and soul power were all fused into it, and they all sent out with a single blow of the sword.

There seems to be no one in heaven and earth who casts that sword trick at all, only the sword that slashes down.

Obviously, these eight people's comprehension of the sword has indeed reached the supreme realm of selflessness.

But since there is no self, how can we unleash this invincible sword?

Lin Jingyu was full of doubts and couldn't find any clues, but when he saw the sides and extensions of the chasm, without the slightest twist and turn, straight lines, his heart suddenly opened up, and he suddenly understood.

No! It is not limited to the realm of personal cultivation, but faces the original heart, and a sword is issued, without any scheming, without any twists and turns, without the slightest hesitation, and the sword is out!

There is no other, just for single-mindedness! All kinds of things are one!

"Is this related to the desire of the heart, that is, the desire of the heart, and the meaning of single-mindedness?"

In a word, like a boulder thrown into still water, it set off a monstrous ** in Lin Jingyu's heart, and he instantly had a feeling of breaking the barrier of knowledge.

"It turns out that this supreme sword intent is connected with the state of mind, so in this way, the cultivation of the mind is the same as the cultivation of the sword, and the emphasis is on selflessness and unity."

Thinking of all this, Lin Jingyu once again looked at the eight sword marks, this time, the sword marks were invisible, and they were imprinted in his heart very clearly.

Unconsciously, at the top of the Blood Rain Cave, Lin Jingyu experienced the life mentality of three different periods one by one, first looking at the mountain is a mountain, the sword marks are in the eyes, and then the mountain is not a mountain, and the sword marks are nothing, until the end, appreciate the ultimate realm, understand the sword intent, and then look at the mountain or the mountain, the sword marks are still the same, and they have not changed.

At the moment of comprehension, there was a throbbing in the void in his body, and a point of light that emitted a golden and iron aura formed, resonating with the eight sword marks on the Black Rock Mountain.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

Without any warning, a trace of golden mist escaped from the eight sword marks, converged towards Lin Jingyu, and then merged into the point of light.

With the continuous integration of the golden mist, this point of light gradually condensed and formed, like a dagger, this is the prototype of the sword, like glass, bright and crystalline, shining in Lin Jingyu's body, extremely dazzling.

This is sword intent, and it is actually materializing!

After absorbing enough golden mist, the golden and iron qi of the sword intent became more and more intense, and it suddenly flowed rapidly in the body, rushing into the vast sea of spiritual power with a violent attitude.

The sword intent has just been condensed, it has not yet been finalized, and it needs to be refined, otherwise, it will be extremely easy to break.

Lin Jingyu's divine sense looked inward, and he didn't let go of any slight changes in his body, at this moment, he suddenly froze, "What's going on?

He knew about the sudden condensation of the sword intent in his body, and it was because he knew that he was deeply shocked, and the substantiation of the sword intent was the sword intent that a swordsman comprehended.

Thousands of monks who have escaped the mortal realm or even the Jindan realm, even if the comprehension of the sword intent reaches an extremely high attainment, there may not be one person who makes it substantial, because this not only requires strength, but also fate, which can be seen that Lin Jingyu's luck is so against the sky, it is just a mere detachment from the mortal realm, and it has been achieved to this extent.

Just when he couldn't help but vent the joy in his heart, the sword intent was actually conscious, and spontaneously rushed into the sea of spiritual power, rushing left and right in the sea of spiritual power, like a dragon in the sky, turning the world upside down.

The spiritual power became more and more chaotic, and the angry waves swept through the entire body, and the spiritual power stored in the thousands of acupoints was affected and became unstable, and where the spiritual power passed, not only the meridians were shattered, but even the qi and blood were dispersed and spontaneously depleted.

"Damn!How can this be?", Lin Jingyu's face changed drastically, this was very different from expectations, completely reversed.

He tried to calm himself down, closed his eyes again, and tried to calm Baoluan.

In the next moment, in his body, silence and chaos were alternated, and the control of his divine consciousness and the sword intent constantly collided with each other, bursting out with great destructive power.

Time passed, and a long time passed in a flash, and among them, the divine consciousness finally took the initiative and suppressed Baoluan.

However, once the divine consciousness was withdrawn, Kenshin was immediately out of control.

"What is the reason for this?How can the sword intent conceived in his body be uncontrolled?", Lin Jingyu's breath was unstable, and he suppressed Baoluan, obviously consuming a lot of his qi and blood.