The sword intent storm tore through the air, the Feng Ling sword roared, Lin Yu stepped on the sword intent storm, held the Feng Ling sword, stood in the air, and pointed at Zhao Xingyu.

The swords on the bodies of everyone in the audience came out of their sheaths one after another and flew behind Lin Yu.

"My sword."

Before many people could react, only the scabbard was left on their swords.

Dozens of long swords were volleyed in the air, erected behind Lin Yu, Jin Ge's sword roared, and the cold light was dazzling.

"What's that?"

Not only in the training ground, but even in the academy, countless eyes were also attracted by the dozens of long swords erected in the air.

In the inner door, dozens of figures flashed out, looking into the air with horror on their faces.

"What's wrong?"

Even many elders were shocked by this movement, their eyes looked at the white-clothed figure in the middle through the heavy sword shadows, their faces showed a solemn color, that sword intent, even they felt a trace of threat.

"Can't you stop, little guy?"

In the depths of the inner door, Li Changqing's gaze crossed a distance of several miles and fell on Lin Yu's body, with a wry smile on his face and shaking his head.

Zhao Xingyu looked at Lin Yu in mid-air, in addition to being dignified, there was also shock on his face, he couldn't have imagined that a person with a seven-fold spiritual vein realm could be so strong in strength, and that sword intent actually made the half-step perfect sword momentum in his body daunting.

"No matter how strong you are, I will still be the winner of this competition."

Zhao Xingyu gritted his teeth and said.

"White Pole Jade."

Infinite spiritual power gushed out from his body, the cold was pressing, and feeling the horror of the chill, everyone in the audience retreated dozens of meters one after another.

The spiritual power converged, forming a three-meter-thick white jade-like spiritual power barrier in front of him.

"Go."

In mid-air, in Lin Yu's hand, the Feng Ling Sword Sword Peak pointed directly at Zhao Xingyu, and on dozens of long swords, the cold light flickered, wrapped in that terrifying sword intent, like a meteor piercing the sky, stabbing at Li Xingyu.

Bang bang bang!

The long sword struck the jade, and the endless chill erupted, freezing all the first few long swords that burst over.

However, there were still a lot of long swords inserted deep into the jade, but the jade was still strong and not broken.

"Haha, I must win in the end." Zhao Xingyu laughed arrogantly.

"Haha, block it, Zhao Jiaoxi will definitely win."

The disciples of the second group cheered, looking at the four groups of disciples defiantly.

"Hmph, being beaten like a shrunken turtle, what is there to be proud of."

The disciples of the fourth group snorted coldly.

Lin Yu's expression was indifferent, and a cold voice sounded, "It's too early for you to be happy." ”

Under his feet, the sword intent storm slowly converged towards the Feng Ling Sword, and in the sword intent storm, purple thunder flickered.

"Kill."

The cold killer slowly spit out from Lin Yu's mouth.

A huge storm of sword intent descended from the sky and landed on the white jade barrier.

The white jade barrier broke with a touch, and the spiritual power that turned into white dissipated in the air.

Zhao Xingyu looked at the broken white jade barrier a little sluggishly, it was the defensive technique he was most proud of, and it was broken like this.

"Splitting Shadow Sword."

However, Zhao Xingyu was a genius after all, and after a short period of stunned, he immediately reacted.

Lin Yu's pupils shrank, he didn't expect Zhao Xingyu to also cultivate the Splitting Shadow Sword.

"Waste, die." Zhao Xingyu roared angrily.

In an instant, there were two more Zhao Xingyu in front of Lin Yu, performing the same swordsmanship, which was no different from the double sword.

Boom.

Lin Yu's eyes froze, and the Feng Ling Sword in his right hand fought towards the two figures in front of him, and the physical power of his left hand exploded, and he punched at the figure behind him.

Bang.

His movements were swift, as fast as lightning, and a sword slashed out, and the two figures in front of him were instantly shattered by his sword against the sky, but the first two were Zhao Xingyu's phantoms.

The figure that slowly appeared behind him was Zhao Xingyu's true body, and Lin Yu's fist collided with it instantly, and the fist light collided with the sword, a shocking collision.

Poof......

In the moment when the sword qi collided, Lin Yu's fist suddenly broke through Zhao Xingyu's sword momentum, which made the latter's face change greatly in an instant, and before retreating, his chest was still hit by a fist, and blood gushed out.

Zhao Xingyu's body was knocked out more than ten meters away, fell to the ground, looking at the blood flowing from his chest, the crowd was shocked, Zhao Xingyu was injured, how could this be?

Even Zhao Xingyu himself couldn't believe that he was injured?

Or was injured by a person whose cultivation was lower than his own.

Lin Yu withdrew his fist, and there was a deep scar on his fist, and blood continued to flow from the wound.

Fortunately, his star treasure body has reached the realm of Xiaocheng, and these are only skin injuries, not bones, so there is nothing serious.

What he performed was one of the most powerful swordsmanship in Liuyun Academy, the Splitting Light Shadow Sword, he had spent four months, day and night of penance, to have achieved it now, he asked himself that no one of his peers and below could block him with a phantom sword, but Lin Yu not only blocked it but also broke it and injured him, what he didn't know was that Lin Yu had also cultivated the Split Light Glimpse Sword, although it was a remnant, and the later order did not choose to continue to cultivate, but Lin Yu still knew a lot about the Split Light Glimpse Sword, so he could easily break it.

"Lin Yu seems to be exercising physical strength." Someone in the crowd said that the energy that burst out with the punch just now was not spiritual power at all, and although no one in the crowd had cultivated the physical body, there were still people who had come into contact with the physical body cultivator and recognized it.

In the depths of the inner courtyard, Li Changqing's eyes were shocked, Liu Xing was indeed a physical skill, and Lin Yu's body refining realm was extremely powerful, not weaker than his spiritual power realm at all.

"How many secrets are hidden in this kid."

He smiled helplessly.

"Use your all-in, or you won't stand a chance." Lin Yu's faint gaze fell on him.

"You don't deserve my full strength to defeat me." Zhao Xingyu raised his head and narrowed his eyes slowly, and immediately he moved, and dozens of figures around him held the Xuanbing Sword towards Lin Yu.

The crowd was taken aback, Lin Yu was surrounded by these dozens of figures, the breath on these dozens of figures was exactly the same as Zhao Xingyu's body, and it seemed to be real for a moment, and it was impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

"What a high illusion, is this the second weight of the Splitting Shadow Sword?" Lin Yu's face changed slightly, but the next moment he sneered.

Since he can't tell the truth from the fake, then he will break it all with one sword, and the belief in his heart is to break the game with one sword.

His eyes were not necessarily, and he didn't pay attention to the figures around him.

"Lin Jiaoxi, what's wrong? Going to give up? The disciples of the second group gritted their teeth, although they had not been in contact with Lin Yu for a long time, but in their minds, Lin Yu was not a person who would give up easily.

"The eighth form of the Silent Sword Technique, all things return to ruins."

Lin Yu's eyes suddenly opened, a black light flashed in his clear eyes, and a majestic aura of destruction slowly spread out from his body.

On the hard ground of the ring, cracks appeared, and sand and stones flew up, silent in mid-air.