In front of the villa, Lin Changfeng's figure flickered, the long sword in his hand waved, and the rapid speed drove the remnants of the Dao, and the sound of the sword blade cutting through the air was endless.

Each swing of the sword can drive a large number of sword winds, and the sword wind is like ink and rainbow, although it has no substance, it can cause substantial damage.

Even Jin Shiyu, who was in the middle of foundation building, could only keep dodging and choosing to avoid its edge.

Just as he was trying his best to avoid Lin Changfeng's stormy sword rain, the corner of his eye unexpectedly found that the sword domain under Lin Changfeng's feet was shrinking little by little.

This kid's power is regressing...... Thinking of this in his heart, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and a mocking smile appeared on his old face: "It seems that the aura of this sword is declining, how long can you hold on?" ”

Looking at the other party's old face, Lin Changfeng frowned slightly, and said coldly: "In the face of my sword, you dare to be distracted!" ”

As the words fell, a sword light slashed dangerously across Jin Shiyu's neck, and the sword wind cut through the folded skin of his neck, and a trace of red blood flowed down.

Feeling the pain, the expression on Jin Shiyu's face changed, and just as he was about to delay time, a palm kept enlarging in front of his eyes.

The oncoming palm was immense, and the spiritual power contained in it made him even more frightened.

With a blank look at him, he snorted coldly.

A cold aura suddenly erupted, and at the same time, a thin layer of frost appeared on the surface of the palm.

Psychic Skill: Chill Palm!

Just when the two palms were about to meet, he suddenly found that Lin Changfeng's palm shrank, and he quickly changed his gesture and turned into a sword finger.

"Ignorance!"

There was a burst of ridicule in his heart, Jin Shiyu understood the power of Luo Han's palm, and Lin Changfeng wanted to use his sword to make a hard connection, which was undoubtedly looking for death.

Moreover, the most terrifying thing about the Falling Cold Palm is not only the power in it, but also the cold poison.

The sword finger and the palm of the hand were on the top, Lin Changfeng's sword finger was like an indestructible blade, easily piercing Jin Shiyu's palm, and when the pain had not completely surged into the other party's heart, he swiped lightly.

The tearing pain rushed into his brain like a flood, and Jin Shiyu quickly retreated, looking at his palm that was almost cut off, and his heart was shocked.

"You don't seem to know about swords, even if my cultivation is weak, but as long as I want, any part of my body can become a sharp blade."

Shaking his hand to shake off the blood stains on his fingertips, Lin Changfeng didn't give the other party any respite, and waved the long sword in his hand, stabbing out with a sword, straight to Jin Shiyu's chest.

The sword light was enlarged little by little in his pupils, such a shocking sword made Jin Shiyu's scalp explode, he didn't expect Lin Changfeng to be so terrifying.

But there is finally unwillingness in his heart, how willing he is to end like this!

At the moment when the long sword was about to fall, Jin Shiyu seemed to have made up his mind, and he said angrily:

"Get out!"

The powerful power of the divine soul burst out from his body, and then drilled into Jin Shiyu's body, and the originally old and rickety waist became stiff little by little.

On top of his bony body, his muscles swelled instantly, his gray hair became black and bright, and his originally loose and wrinkled skin seemed to have been reborn and began to become firm and rosy.

A mighty and majestic spiritual power burst out from his body, staring at the oncoming sword, he didn't dodge or dodge, but raised his hand to hold the long sword.

"The soul burns."

Lin Changfeng was slightly surprised, and then the tip of the sword twisted, lightly touched the ground, and the whole person galloped backwards.

Burning the soul is the last resort for monks to break the net, and the light is to destroy the cultivation, and the worst is to die.

But Jin Shiyu is old and like this, and when he chooses to burn his soul, he is ready to die.

Seeing Lin Changfeng retreat suddenly, a sneer appeared on the corner of Jin Shiyu's mouth, "Want to escape?" ”

He naturally knew that there was not much time left for him, and if Lin Changfeng was allowed to fight a delaying battle, then all his efforts would be in vain.

Now that the aura in Lin Changfeng's spirit sword was exhausted, the sword spirit fell into a deep sleep, and the aura on his body was also retreating, he knew that his opportunity had come.

"It's my turn!"

With a roar, he bowed slightly, the bluestone floor tiles under his feet were cracked, and the whole person disappeared in place like an afterimage.

Lin Changfeng, who had just retreated, sensed a terrifying spiritual power coming towards him, raised his hand and waved a sword, and the sword light surged.

However...... didn't stop the other party's footsteps, Jin Shiyu rushed towards him desperately, even if there was a deep wound on his chest that could be seen, he didn't stop at all.

Seeing this, Lin Changfeng frowned slightly, and was just about to swing his sword to block, but found that Jin Shiyu had come closer, and directly held the sword body with one hand and blasted out with a punch.

The eyebrows were tightly locked, Lin Changfeng flipped his palm, raised his sword upward, and directly cut off Jin Shiyu's palm.

However, Jin Shiyu, who was crazy at this time, was like a bull in heat, regardless of the injuries on his body, he also had to hit Lin Changfeng hard.

It was too late to withdraw the long sword to block, and Jin Shiyu's tyrannical punch landed directly on Lin Changfeng's chest.

The spiritual power exploded in an instant, as if tearing the air, and the ground in front of Jin Shiyu exploded, creating an extra pit with a radius of more than ten meters.

A figure flew out like a broken paper kite, Lin Changfeng drew a perfect arc in the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned pale in an instant.

When he landed, he flipped and leaped in the air, the tip of his sword slammed into the ground, and after discharging a large part of his strength, he stared at Jin Shiyu with heavy eyes.

The corners of Jin Shiyu's mouth grinned, revealing a fierce smile, and said slowly: "Oh, it's not dead yet, then one more punch!" ”

This way of exchanging life for injury made Lin Changfeng a little unbearable.

Jin Shiyu obviously knew his ending, and chose to act desperately, and after his soul burned, his strength reached the level of the late stage of foundation building.

Even when facing Jin Wei, Lin Changfeng had never been so embarrassed.

Standing up straight a little, Lin Changfeng wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth unhurriedly, and sneered: "Ridiculous." ”

Lin Changfeng didn't choose to talk nonsense, Jin Shiyu's current state would not give him a chance to delay time at all, this was destined to be a battle to the death.

Ignoring Lin Changfeng's nonsense, Jin Shiyu once again used all the strength of his body, the fierce light in his eyes surged, and he said angrily:

"I'll let you know that Kim is not to be disgraced!"

The ground under his feet shattered instantly, and Jin Shiyu turned into a rainbow light and disappeared in place, this time the attack was more fierce than the previous punch.

But Lin Changfeng stood there without any movement, and immediately, he slowly closed his eyes and said coldly:

"Then I also want you to know that the deity should not be humiliated!"

His eyes suddenly opened, and the sword light in Lin Changfeng's pupils surged, and then he raised the long sword in his hand, and a drop of crystal liquid wrapped in sword intent fell into the long sword silently.

In an instant, the sword light rose into the sky, splitting the rain and splitting the sky.

"How weak your soul is!"