The sword light was sharp, and it poured down, penetrating the bamboo leaves, however, the result was that the bamboo leaves were not broken, they were still intact, and they danced against the wind, floating towards Lin Jingyu leisurely, and were picked up by him in the palm of his hand.

Looking at the bamboo leaves in the palm of his hand without a trace of destruction, the corners of Lin Jingyu's mouth curved, revealing a brilliant smile.

"Senior brother, haha, I finally realized the sword intent of the Fuyu Sword Technique, kill, but slaughter the Moluo, soft, but does not hurt the thin leaves, it is really mysterious", Lin Jingyu was overjoyed, and a strong vast aura flowed around his body, making it difficult for people to approach.

"Senior brother, aren't you going to press the breath outside your body into your body?" Lin Yifan reminded.

"What breath?"

Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment, a little dazed, and then looked at his arm, but found that he was shrouded in a white mist, and then he understood what was going on, and then he sat directly on the ground and ran the "Zhongtian Purple Micro Sutra".

Pulled by the "Zhongtian Ziwei Sutra", the white mist surrounding the body suddenly rushed up like a long dragon, bursts of strange sounds, emitted from the surface of its body, as if the thunder was roaring, and the difference was that this sound seemed to follow a certain strange law in the dark, and every time it sounded, the vast qi around Lin Jingyu was reduced by one point.

When all the vast qi on his body was pressed into his body, he did not get up in a hurry, but according to what Lin Dutian once said, he guided this breath to integrate into the flesh and blood meridians to stimulate **, stimulate the potential of the physical body, and increase the strength of the physical body.

Suddenly, the crackling sound came from the inside out, and the condensation of the physical body seemed to have taken shape and laid a good foundation.

"Hey, hey"

Suddenly, the purple light around him flashed, and all the sounds stopped, at this time, Lin Jingyu's whole person became like copper cast iron, with a sense of beauty of strength, and it didn't take long for him to return to normalcy when the brilliance gradually dissipated.

The current Lin Jingyu, although he has lost his purple glow, his whole temperament seems to be elegant, quiet and distant, revealing an extraordinary atmosphere.

Lin Yifan, who had been watching him behind him, also showed an extremely satisfied look at this time, his cultivation and physical body were refined at the same time, this is the best, this junior brother does not need to be reminded, it is very rare that he can spontaneously use it to such a point.

"Senior brother, the first form of my Fuyu Sword Technique-Wind and Rain, how did you make it just now?" Lin Jingyu, who was very excited after standing up, ran to Lin Yifan and asked.

"It's not bad, junior brother, your biggest gain today is not in swordsmanship", Lin Yifan replied.

"It's not in the swordsmanship?, could it be the mist on the surface of the body that I pressed into my body", a trace of surprise and puzzlement flashed in Lin Jingyu's eyes, "After I pressed it into my body, it seemed to only enhance my physical body, and then it scattered in my body, I don't know where it went."

"It's indeed that fog, to be precise, it's Dao Yun, I don't know if you remember, I once said that you are more than 20,000 people in my Fuyu Pavilion, and the second person who has Dao Yun two days after entering the sect."

Lin Yifan paused, and then said, "At that time, you were just beginning to take shape, but now you are cultivating the rhyme of the Great Dao, which will have a crucial impact on your future practice and cultivation of the Divine Technique."

"The most common embodiment is that the reason why you feel that the master and I are like gods descending from heaven is because the master and I have already achieved the rhyme, and now that you have reached this level, others will feel that way towards you, do you understand?"

"Oh, it turns out, what about my sword technique?" Lin Jingyu continued to ask without giving up.

"To be at the peak of the Gathering Spirit Realm, you can barely use the first form of the Fuyu Sword Technique, you are the third person in my Fuyu Pavilion for more than 20,000 years."

"Is it only the third person? It's so hateful, who are the two people in front of you", Lin Jingyu asked in an accentuated voice, as if he hated the two people in front of him.

"Do you want to teach those two people a lesson now", Lin Yifan pretended to be mysterious.

"Are they still in the sect? If they are, when I cultivate to catch up, I will definitely try to compete with them, so that they can know that whoever understands first must be powerful", Lin Jingyu was frank and innocent in front of his senior brother, his mouth was open, and his child's heart was revealed.

"Yes, if those two people are the master and me."

"This?" Lin Jingyu patted his forehead, and the black line surged straight up, "The weather is good today, lightning and thunder, rain and sunny weather, what did I just say?"

"By the way, Senior Brother, why do you say that I just barely used the first form-the wind and rain, is there something I can't do well?" Lin Jingyu quickly changed the topic.

"You little ghost", Lin Yifan smiled faintly and said: "The wind and rain are rushing, as the name suggests, a sword comes out, the wind and rain come, and the wind and rain are stacked, and the power can be more powerful, and your sword is just gathering rain and no wind, and the power naturally drops by several levels."

Hearing this, Lin Jingyu carefully recalled his blow, although the sword intent was free, it seemed that the power was indeed not too strong.

Seeing that Lin Jingyu frowned and couldn't come up with a reason, Lin Yifan suddenly smiled weirdly, "If you don't believe it, we can learn a few tricks, I will suppress the cultivation to the middle stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm, if you can beat me, I will take you to Yulin Hall to steal wine, how about it?"

"Really, have you suppressed to the middle stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm, then is this bullying you too much", Lin Jingyu grinned, although he said so, but there was a deep fear and strong fighting spirit on his face, on the one hand, because his senior brother Lin Yifan put too much pressure on him, the gods descended from the sky, absolutely extraordinary, and on the other hand, he could learn from the gods in his heart, and he couldn't ask for it.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, when they really learn from Lin Yifan, Lin Jingyu can be said to have suffered enough, although his strength has been suppressed to the middle stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm, and his cultivation is one level lower than Lin Jingyu, but his combat awareness, combat experience, and ** strength are far more than those of the Gathering Spirit Realm, because these cannot be suppressed at all.

In this unequal duel, there was no suspense at all in the result, Lin Jingyu was abused and had no skin, and his body was blue and purple, so far Lin Jingyu even suspected that his senior brother deliberately retaliated against him for saying the wrong thing before.

In the end, the two reached an agreement, Lin Yifan was blindfolded and not allowed to let go of his divine sense, so the so-called advantage of combat experience was gone.

In the bamboo forest outside the Listening Rain Building, two white clothes each hold a bamboo sword.

Lin Jingyu has been at the peak of the Gathering Spirit Realm for nearly a year, after such a long period of precipitation, he only needs a small lead, and he can break through to the Extraordinary Realm at any time, and the majesty and condensation of his spiritual power are no longer comparable to the past.

The soles of his feet kicked violently on the ground, and a wave centered on Lin Jingyu, spreading like ripples to all around, and when it reached Lin Yifan, it was difficult to move an inch.

Then the bamboo leaves accumulated in the bamboo forest for many years rose one after another, the bamboo sword in Lin Jingyu's hand was churning, the purple blossom was shining, and the sword drew one circle of light after another in front of him, like a vortex appeared, and the thousands of bamboo leaves that flew up seemed to be pulled by the force, surging towards the aperture, turning faster and faster, forming a tornado that transmitted a fierce breath, and then the bamboo sword in his hand was sent forward, and the fierce tornado, carrying the momentum of thunder, attacked Lin Yifan.

On the opposite side, Lin Yifan, with static braking, the white spiritual power of the bamboo sword in his hand was entangled, and a sword pierced into the center of the tornado, like cutting into the water, cracking the tornado smoothly and neatly, and then, thousands of bamboo leaves drifted away.

"This is the time!"

It turned out that Lin Jingyu had already calculated the time, the bamboo leaves were flying, and the chaotic sound would interfere with Lin Yifan's judgment, and at this time, Lin Jingyu's thin figure was like a cheetah, swept out, and only a vague afterimage was left in the fast body, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to Lin Yifan's body, and the purple spiritual power silently covered the bamboo sword, and with a wave, it rubbed against the air to produce a piercing roar, and slashed at Lin Yifan mercilessly.

"Huh?"

Lin Yifan's left ear moved, he turned his head violently, his flowing hair rose back, and the spiritual power of his right hand exploded, and he suddenly swung out a sword, colliding with Lin Jingyu's bamboo sword.

The violent waves of qi dispersed, directly pushing Lin Yifan back five or six steps, but on the other hand, Lin Jingyu's body didn't even tremble, and the advantage of spiritual power was undoubtedly revealed.

Lin Jingyu smiled slightly and reminded in a low voice: "Senior brother, you are careful."

A sentence suddenly leaked Lin Jingyu's position, only to see Lin Yifan's figure bully up like a wind, holding a sword in his right hand to block Lin Jingyu's attack, and with a palm, spiritual power gushed out, imprinted on Lin Jingyu's chest.

"Bang!"

The thin figure, as if struck by lightning, suddenly shot out backwards and fell to the ground.

"Senior brother, do you still want to fight?" Lin Yifan asked with some reluctance.

"Fight! I almost won you just now", Lin Jingyu said, unconvinced.

"If we fight like this, you won't be able to see the real gap between your rain sword technique, it's better for us to use the first form in the last battle - the wind and rain, how to decide the outcome with one move."

"Good!"

Lin Jingyu nodded, took a deep breath, the essence in his eyes flashed, he clenched the bamboo sword with both hands, his body soared into the air, and the purple spiritual power surged, just like before, with the tip of the sword as the highest point, a cone-shaped light curtain sprinkled down, covering a radius of several meters, and the place under the light curtain shrouded in the place, the slightest water vapor was pumped out and condensed into a rapid, the difference was that thousands of bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest also flew into the air with it, gathering on both sides of the bamboo sword in Lin Jingyu's hand.

As the opponent, Lin Yifan, his clothes were hunting, his thick and black hair was raised without wind, the bamboo sword in his hand, and he pointed at the ground obliquely, but behind him there were dark clouds, the wind roared, and then thunder and lightning flashed, and the torrential rain poured in, and in a small world behind the bamboo sword, it was like the real world.

At this time, the two brothers looked at each other and shouted in unison, "The wind and rain are rushing!"

Lin Jingyu slashed down vertically with a sword, and the purple mangs flashed, and the water column on the Juhe bamboo sword exploded, turning into a Dao light sword, like an arrow, overwhelmingly facing Lin Yifan.

And in the small world behind Lin Yifan's bamboo sword, the bamboo leaves were wrapped in the water, neatly arranged in rows, trembling by the wind, as if accumulating strength, and then, the bamboo sword in Lin Yifan's hand swung upwards diagonally.

Thousands of transparent small swords, conscious, with a burst of extremely fierce and violent wind, roared with the wind, rushed straight out, with supreme divine might, to meet Lin Jingyu's blow.

This scene was extremely shocking, it can be described as devastating, Lin Jingyu's blow was destroyed in an instant, and thousands of sword rain tore his arrows and shot out.

"Boom!".

The remaining remnants still pierced through the countless bamboos behind him.

Lin Jingyu turned around and looked at the messy bamboo forest behind him, his eyes full of incredulity.