The suppressed sword intent is still in flux, and as long as there is a hint of slackness, it can break the ban at any time.

Lin Jingyu was shaken violently, still gritting his teeth and insisting, his eyes were resolute, and he was unwilling to give up, otherwise, if the spiritual power was baoluan again, it would be out of control, and it was not at all that his current injured body could be calmed down.

The surroundings were silent, and the Black Rock Mountains lasted forever, only Lin Jingyu, who was sitting in the center, silently tried various methods to completely refine the sword intent.

"The sword intent is conceived in my body, but it is not under my control, and it is actually conscious, could it be that something has a fork out of nowhere?"

Lin Jingyu was so helpless that he had to review the scene of the condensation of the sword heart in his mind over and over again, trying to find out what was different from the records in the sect's classics.

"Huh?"

In a flash of inspiration, he found the anomaly at once.

This sword intent suddenly appeared in his body, and it was not like the mystery of the sword intent that he comprehended was conceived by time as recorded in the classics, and there was no process in the middle, and it was directly condensed.

What's even more bizarre is that the process of transforming the sword intent into shape does not absorb the gold and iron qi contained in his body, but absorbs the gold and iron qi precipitated in the eight sword marks and uses it to condense the form.

"No, it's not my sword intent! it already exists here", Lin Jingyu was extremely sure.

Because what happened in one's own body was contrary to what was recorded in the scriptures, and there was no correspondence in the slightest.

Generally speaking, once the sword intent is conceived, it is first integrated into a trace of the soul, nourished and controlled by the spiritual power of the body, and with the process of forming, it will continue to be imprinted with the rules and mysteries of the kendo that it has comprehended.

Therefore, since ancient times, there have been many rumors that some people who have been lucky enough to be in the world have obtained the inheritance of the ancient sages, in fact, they are the condensed things or cultivation experiences, codexes, etc., left behind after obtaining the comprehension of the predecessors and sages, and the sword intent is one of them.

"I want to see what this sword intent is all about!" Lin Jingyu's eyes flashed fiercely and calmed down.

Gather a trace of divine soul thoughts, form a needle, and slowly move closer to the sword intent, wanting to spy on the mysteries.

"Not good!" exclaimed, and the thought came back to him.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Jingyu's Yuan Shen trembled, and as soon as his condensed thoughts came into contact with the sword intent, they were wiped out by the chaotic power contained in it.

And with this try, he also noticed a hint of signs.

"No wonder it will cause confusion in spiritual power, it turns out that this sword intent itself is extremely chaotic," Lin Jingyu said.

"In the chaos, I felt the breath of the master, could it be said that this sword intent was spontaneously conceived by the combination of this heaven and earth and these eight sword intents."

The train of thought was opened, and Lin Jingyu instantly figured out the reason for the generation of the sword intent, his arrival was just a fuse, because he tried to comprehend and synthesize these eight sword intents, and resonated with them, so it led to the formation of the sword intent in his body.

This already chaotic sword intent has a very low degree of integration with oneself, which in turn causes chaos in the spiritual power in the body.

"I see!"

Although he figured it out, Lin Jingyu was faced with a more difficult problem, there were two paths in front of him, one was to comprehend the eight kinds of sword intent, which could naturally fit this sword intent, and the other was to use these eight sword intents as a reference, go out of his own way, temper the sword intent he comprehended, take his strengths, make up for his shortcomings, and go to the worst.

Obviously, the second road is too difficult, one is not good, the sword intent is broken, and the luck is paid with the flowing water, this is only secondary, you know, this sword intent is spontaneously conceived by heaven and earth, it is inherently stronger, and the growth space is infinite, if it is really broken, it is a great loss.

"What should I do?" Lin Jingyu hesitated.

Comprehending these eight sword intents is a shortcut that can become stronger at a faster speed, but one's future is fixed by the framework.

As for the other one, it is not only more difficult, but also full of unpredictable and unknown variables.

"The path that others have walked is not necessarily wrong, but it must not be the most suitable for me, and taking shortcuts is not in line with my original intention."

"What I want is just to refer to these eight sword intents, I don't want to imitate, copy, and absorb them all, I just take this to step out of my own way."

At this moment, Lin Jingyu made a decision to go his own way, and he only participated in the eight peerless sword intents in front of him.

Then, Lin Jingyu directly closed his eyes, and the Yuan Shen walked out, detached from the body, and observed the eight sword intents.

All things have spirits, the soul is the essence, with the original spirit to observe, what you see is completely different from what you see in the physical form, only to see where the eight sword marks are, the sword intent flows, condensed into a human.

"This is the form of their deity when this sword was issued?" Lin Jingyu's Yuan Shen watched all this in surprise and concentration.

The first person, the patriarch of the Kaipai Yuyu Zhenren, is faintly visible, when he left this sword, he was a middle-aged man about thirty years old, holding a wide sword in his hand, and the rain sword trick was made by him.

The second person, the first generation of Guardian Elder Xiao Huange, a young man dressed in black, has an outstanding temperament, and the most basic Thousand Spirits Sword Rain Trick of Fuyu Pavilion is in his hands, returning to simplicity, natural and independent, and there are some faint wounds, and the sword intent is ethereal and left behind.

The third person, the fifth generation of the head of the sect, an outstanding disciple of the Yuanyang Peak lineage, slashed down with a sword, Jiuyang Yaotian, the sword intent is fierce!

The fourth person, the seventh generation disciple, the first Puhua real person of Xuanqing Peak, uses the sword to resist thunder, thunder for nine days, and the sword intent is violent!

The next person is his master Lin Dutian, at that time his black hair was shoulder-length, rich as jade, white clothes were better than snow, and the same envoy Fu Yu sword trick, but it was completely different from the ancestor, he was in mid-air, the sword trick came at hand, he couldn't see the trajectory clearly, and he was impermanent, but it contained a sense of everything, and the sword meant nothingness.

The sixth person, Liu Yutian, the first seat of today's Mingcui Peak, is just a sword, clouds gather, covering the world and the earth, without any tricks, the sword is out, the stamina is surging, and the sword intent is plain and strong.

"This?"

"Uncle Liu didn't use my Fuyu Pavilion magic technique, otherwise how could there be a kind of opposing aura", Lin Jingyu was a little puzzled, that kind of aura triggered the confrontation of the spiritual power in his body, as if he had met an old enemy.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what kind of magical power it has", Lin Jingyu calmed down the fluctuations in his heart and continued to comprehend the next sword intent.

"Huh, how can Senior Brother's sword intent not be elusive?" he muttered to himself.

It was a figure without fireworks in the world, the sword moved in the wind, and the dance was extremely slow, but the afterimages were endless, flowing clouds and water, elegant and extraordinary, and in the end, countless sword shadows were around, condensed into a lotus, spotless.

"Is Senior Brother's sword intent elegant?" Lin Jingyu was a little unsure, it was a feeling that could be understood and indescribable, as if he understood it or not, and it was subtle.

The last person, Mu Yunzheng, a disciple of the outer door, stands upright, the light wind and the moon, there is a feeling of spring breeze, the sword is out, mighty and upright, the mighty spirit is rippling thousands of miles, the sword intent is haoran, for righteousness!

Eight figures, constantly changing and interpreting in front of Lin Jingyu, evolving supreme sword intent, for his reference, this is like a mirror, through comparison, you can see your own shortcomings and shortcomings, you can magnify your strengths and strengths, and even indicate the path you should take.

Lin Jingyu's Yuan Shen Jing comprehended, and unconsciously, he gathered qi into a blade at his fingertips, and deduced the most familiar rain sword trick with his heart.

At the beginning, his sword posture was disorderly and chaotic, but with continuous reference and improvement, his sword posture gradually had rhythm and rhyme, becoming more and more fluent.

Although, in the middle, he would occasionally stop to compare and think, and quietly observe the evolution of the eight sword intents in front of him, as if he wanted to understand the difficult points, but the more such pauses went, the less they became.

Gradually, his sword momentum began to take shape, and his sword intent was also newly condensed, which was extremely different from before, and there was a vast and vast momentum.

The newly condensed sword intent is very different from the eight paths on the Black Rock Mountain, this is the basis for referring to the predecessors, and walking out of his own way, Lin Jingyu did it.

He is still performing constantly, and there is still a bit of stagnation in it, which must be eliminated so that it can be perfected.

Lin Jingyu's movements are becoming more and more stretched and natural, just right, the proportions are very accurate, every move, even if it is as small as the twisting arc of the body, there is a hidden sense of kendo, and the dance is very forgetful, as if drunk and obsessed.

In the end, Lin Jingyu let out a long roar, and a nameless qi machine lifted his Yuan Shen body, flying in the air, circling non-stop, a faint purple light was like a streamer, and with the tip of his sword flying, he was about to reach the realm of sword intent leaving the body.

Lin Jingyu's sword intent was still growing, but it was very vast, like a mass of qi, at this time, his sword intent had friction with the already existing eight sword intents, and it was suppressed, as if the newly generated sword intent had broken the balance between them, encroached on their territory, and confronted Lin Jingyu separately.

They came in turn and engaged in car battles.

"This?"

After a short period of distraction, Lin Jingyu reacted instantly, this was a tempering!

The sword of tyrant, the ethereal sword, and the sword of the flame have several sword intents.

The eighth path, the sword of Haoran, slashed down with a sword, and the azure sky collapsed, blasting towards Lin Jingyu's primordial spirit, he swore not to flinch, because he firmly believed that how much blow he could withstand now, how high he could reach in the future, and the suffering he suffered must be proportional to the harvest.

The sword intent was bombarded, Lin Jingyu's primordial spirit was like being struck by lightning, and his breath suddenly became extremely sluggish, and it would dissipate at any time, as for the sword intent, it was even more from the void to nothing, like a candle swaying in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

Now the degree of condensation of his sword intent was not enough to compete with any of them, and just when he was about to extinguish, his body suddenly flashed, and a vast cloud and mist poured out from his body, layer by layer, from top to bottom, as if bathed in a sea of clouds.

Suddenly, a humanoid light curtain was reflected from the body, connecting with the primordial spirit, and the two trembled and resonated.

The sword intent, which was already infinitely close to extinguishing, was divided into half, feathered into rain, sprinkled on the body, absorbed by the body, and then deduced on the body.