Between the heavens and the earth, water is the most abundant.

The same is true of the Minjiang River, although there is no heroic rolling Yangtze River east passing water, but it is also the infinite blue of the lotus leaves, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

The river flows, day after day, year after year, whether it is the diversion of the river or natural and man-made disasters, it is just a passer-by on the Minjiang River.

But at this moment, the Min River is a strange river flowing backwards.

Such a majestic and magnificent scene, which can be called a strange scene, just came from Ye Wuwu's sword.

Whether it is the people of Xishu on Yulei Mountain, or the great Chu Wufu next door, or the people watching along the river, thousands of people from the Xishu rivers and lakes have a touch of shock and incomprehension on their faces at this moment.

Even if it was Ye Yin, there was a trace of shock in his eyes.

His gaze looked at Ye Wuwu at this moment, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Those two sword qis, he had no idea how the other party used them.

It was as if it appeared out of thin air, suddenly appearing between heaven and earth.

And the sword intent contained in it, even Ye Yin was moved.

That sword intent does not belong to Ye Wuwu, nor to Lu Caiwei, nor to Dugu Xuan.

Not one of the people he'd ever met.

The sword qi dissipated, but the huge sword intent still remained between heaven and earth.

Sword intent is the essence of a swordsman's life.

A person who makes a sword can have no internal force, no true qi, no realm and rules.

But the sword intent is common to everyone, even if it is weak, even if it is not visible at all, but it still exists, it is there, and it will not leave.

The ascension of sword intent is often more difficult than the realm.

Ye Yin's eyes showed a trace of surprise for no reason at this moment.

He reached out and slowly pulled out an ancient longsword from behind him.

is different from the past, before Ye Yin went out empty-handed, never wearing a sword.

Because there is really no one in Xishu who can let him fight the enemy with a sword, this is the case on the surface.

But this time, he took the sword.

Unlike any other Tibetan Sword disciple, he only brought a sword.

A light sword.

The light sword was in his hand, as if all his breath had been curtailed, and he couldn't see anything extraordinary at all.

Ye Yin's eyes bloomed, and there were actually two rays of light shooting out, like two sword rays.

He swung his sword.

The remaining sword qi that wandered on the banks of the mountains and forests, hovering above the river, and swirling between heaven and earth, suddenly converged at this moment.

All of them converged in Ye Yin's hands, gathered on this simple light sword in his hand.

The light sword slashed downward, and there was nothing flashy, just a light wave.

A brilliant sword qi that was not inferior to Fang Cai at all resurfaced at this moment, slashing towards the surface of the river.

The roaring sound is endless at this moment, and the Minjiang River is exploding again at this moment.

Ye Wuwu rolled his eyes at this moment, and sighed in his heart.

After such a devastation, the swimming fish in the Minjiang River do not know how much life is left at the moment......

Look, there are a lot of fish on the river that have turned their bellies, but they are backswimming. 、

But there was a hint of emotion in his eyes at this moment, and he looked at Lu Caiwei.

At this moment, this girl is looking intently at the river with her eyes.

These two sword qis, to be honest, contain a lot of things.

Those sword intents are even more treasures of swordsmen, better than any exercise pills.

Right now, the big head was robbed by Ye Yin, I don't know how much Lu Caiwei can understand?

However, at this moment, with Ye Yin's sword falling, the entire Minjiang River has resumed its original operation again at this moment, and it is no longer countercurrent.

Ye Yin's face showed a chuckle at this moment.

Although from the outside, Ye Yin's qi has not changed much, but only he knows that he has taken another step forward on the road to the peak.

Every step at the top of the mountain is better than a million steps up the mountain.

One step, the scenery you see is even better.

He suddenly turned around and looked back, looked at Ye Wuwu, and smiled slightly.

"Boy, this time I have inherited a favor from you, your Linyuan sword, the old man can consider helping you cast it and become a famous sword."

Ye Wuwu hurriedly waved his hand at this moment, and said with a smile that didn't care.

"Don't don't, Master Ye Zhuang, who are the two of us, the kid also inherited a lot of kindness from you, the opportunity on the Sword Mountain last time was also given by the owner, from now on, your business is the thing, your sword is my sword, there is no need for the two of us to see each other like this."

What Ye Wuwu said is called a righteous statement, righteous and awe-inspiring.

But Ye Yin was so weird how strange it sounded, she was stunned for a long time, and then turned her head away and stopped talking to Ye Wuwu.

He vaguely felt that if he continued to talk, it seemed that he was going to be pitted.

But then, he beckoned to Ye Wuwu again, signaling Ye Wuwu to stand at the front.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were a little dazed, his performance was over, what did he call himself to do.

But he still walked to the top of the cliff, stood in the position of Fang Cai, and looked into the distance.

It was still the same scene as Fang Cai, but at this moment, Ye Wuwu's eyes were slightly stunned.

I don't know why, it's obviously the same scene, but when I look at it at the moment, it's a little different, but I can't tell where the strangeness is.

Ye Yin held the sword in one hand and chuckled.

"Boy, how rare it is for a martial artist to want to condense his momentum, your master has traveled all over Xishu and Chu, and only then has he condensed such an invincible momentum, and now your two swords have slightly condensed some momentum.

In that case, why not strike while the iron is hot? Such a grand martial arts competition is really less than one time, maybe it won't be again next time. ”

Although Ye Yin said with a smile, there was some meaning in his words.

Ye Wuwu looked stunned, but he suddenly came to his senses.

He didn't say anything, but stood on top of the cliff, his eyes calmly looking at the opposite cliff.

Fourteen figures, one less than that.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the river soup soup, the sun is reflected on the river, the blue waves are bursting, the golden scales are swirling, but because it is late autumn, it does not feel hot at all, but it makes people feel refreshed.

In the sky, birds wandered by, galloping happily.

Looking at this scene, Ye Wuwu thought of a good sentence that was already in the past for no reason.

Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

The only fly in the ointment is that it is the sun at the moment, not the sunset, but it is not against the harmony at all.

A long-lost heroic aura emerged from Ye Wuwu's heart at this moment, like a newborn ranger who had just stepped into the rivers and lakes, with countless heroism and expectations in his chest.

A smile suddenly appeared on Ye Wuwu's face at this moment, and then he walked towards the opposite cliff, stirring out with his majestic true qi, and said loudly.

"Taibai Sword Sect Ye Wuwu is here, seeking to fight."

Concise.

But on the opposite cliff, there was silence at the moment, and no one answered.

(End of chapter)