Chen Lin looked around vigilantly, only to see the river wind running, the waves flowing, even the most violent water column just now, the splashing water splash in the sky, at this time, has already recovered calm, continue to flow.

This is the way of water, unless it is completely steamed, otherwise, no matter how great the destructive power is, it will not be able to cut it off, and it is more powerful than any master.

Chen Lin stepped on the water waves, like walking on the ground, letting the flowing water surge, and I stood still.

He was not idle, and the unusually majestic true qi in his body had already been released, and the wind blew across the river like a remnant cloud, swept up, and reached the clouds, completely enveloping the radius of more than ten miles, and the true qi was pervasive.

Unfortunately, we were not able to catch the traces of the wind.

"Poof..."

When the waves came, Chen Lin suddenly lowered his head and looked towards the bottom of the water, the water rippled, the tide came and went suddenly, and all kinds of incredible shapes were conjured, which were extremely fast-changing, more complex and unpredictable than any swordsmanship.

There are also countless fish, shuttling back and forth along the water, some red, some black, some purple, gorgeous and colorful, dazzling for a while.

I can't see the endless wind...

Chen Lin's brows furrowed: "Where did this person go?"

Not only was he searching, but everyone on the Seven Treasure Ships of the Akiyama Country and the Hundred Swords Pavilion Ship were also holding their breath and looking around.

The atmosphere was quiet, but everyone clearly felt the terrifying smell of the approaching storm.

"Little junior brother, don't you have any questions?" Mo Chuan was on the deck, holding a soft sword, ready to attack at any time...... As long as she can catch the figure of Feng Wuxi...

The wind is clear and frosty, Xu Yin, and Yu Yuan's elders are beside Mo Chuan, and they all look worried.

And behind them, the many masters of the Feng family, all armed with sharp swords, were eyeing them there.

If it weren't for the divine golden light protection of the Jade Order, the Lord of the Autumn Mountain, the masters of the Feng family would have rushed up and started to kill.

It can be said that today, the face of the Feng family has been lost, and it must be washed away with the blood and lives of the people of the Ancient Sword Mansion...

Time passed little by little, in fact, it was only a few breaths, but because the atmosphere was so tense and solidified, everyone present had the illusion that time had passed for a long time.

Chen Lin also gradually felt the pressure, and it took more energy than when he was fighting with Feng Wuxiu just now.

After all, the unknown is always more frightening.

Chen Lin suddenly relaxed and decided not to let Feng Wuxiu lead his nose.

In the battle just now, he had already roughly figured out the endless sword technique, and his power was no stronger than that of other ninth-order great sword masters.

Even if Feng Wuxiu is among all the ninth-order great sword masters, he is extremely strong.

When it comes to real combat power, this person is definitely stronger than the old man who sharpens the sword and the five poison swordsmen of the day.

But after all, Feng Wuxiu has not broken through, has not reached the realm of the sword soul, no matter how powerful it is, it is still in the category of the Great Sword Master, and it is not invincible.

Chen Lin is confident that he will have a good fight with the wind.

However, Feng Wuxiu is the son of the Feng family, practicing the swordsmanship of a mantra kendo, the Seven Mantras of the Wind and Wild, and reaching the realm of the fifth mantra.

The biggest advantage is that it is fast...

It's too fast...

Chen Lingang fell into deep thought...... Behind a reef dozens of miles away, there was a sound of rock crumbling, extremely subtle, but the strength of the shock was extremely terrifying, the reef collapsed, spread to the surface of the water, and directly tore into dozens of hundreds of vacuum cracks.

The water surged wildly and annihilated, but no sound came out.

Chen Lin's true qi was also torn apart, which made him immediately startled, and he swung his sword to slash it away without thinking about it, he didn't have a brain at all, it was completely a subconscious instinct.

"The Sword of Instinct..."

Therefore, his sword speed was also extremely fast, and he also had an incomparably powerful burst of power, which was enough to kill a sixth- and seventh-order great sword master lightly.

However, what he was facing now was the near-consummation of the ninth-order Great Sword Master realm.

A moment ago, it was dozens of miles away.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Wuxiu was already approaching in front of Chen Lin, and the Yuan Sword in his hand was even more invincible, about to penetrate Chen Lin's body.

"Bang..."

Between life and death, the True Gu Yuan Sword in Chen Lin's hand seemed to have eyes, accurately holding the Yuan Sword in Feng Wuxiu's hand.

The two Yuan swords collided viciously together, the sword qi was agitated, washing each other, annihilating each other, and no one could help anyone.

However, after all, Feng Wuxiu had been planning for a long time and was prepared, and Chen Lin just responded in a hurry, and his strength was much worse.

Rumble...

Chen Lin was hit hard and forcibly repelled dozens of zhang, his face was flushed, and he almost bled blood.

Rao is like this, he also exerted the power of the True Gu Yuan Sword to the extreme, and the concussion slashed out nine sword qi ripples, one after another, constantly superimposed, like a stormy wave, just blocking the endless pursuit of the wind.

Seeing that there was nothing to take advantage of, Feng Wuxiu took the initiative to retreat, looked at Chen Lin, sneered, and suddenly rose into the sky, comparable to a Dapeng bird, and disappeared straight into the clouds.

This qiē happened too quickly, and it was already over in the middle of the lightning.

The vast majority of people didn't see it clearly, and it wasn't until Chen Lin couldn't bear to cough violently and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood that people realized what was happening in a trance.

"Little junior brother..."Mo Chuan's eyes were red, tears welled up in his eyes, and he was about to rush out.

Feng Qingshuang immediately made a move, grabbed Mo Chuan's arm, and said with tears in his eyes: "I promised Brother Chen Lin that I would never let you go out and die..."

"Let it go, otherwise don't blame me for turning my face..."Mo Chuan drank vigorously, he couldn't listen to it at all, and he was extremely emotional.

Elder Yu Yuan, who had always looked like a good man, suddenly shouted angrily: "Mo Chuan, your impulsiveness will only kill Chen Lin, calm me down..."

The people nearby looked at it a few times, then withdrew their gaze and didn't care.

"Feng Jia, it's really extraordinary... Feng Wuxiu took out his sword, and in terms of speed, it was one-third of that of an ordinary first-order sword soul powerhouse, or even a little more. ”

In the eyes of the Flame Sword Marquis, there was a ghostly fire, and he exclaimed.

"However, what is even more shocking is still the young man of the Ancient Sword Mansion..."

The Flame Sword Waiting flicked its fingertips, and with each stroke, there was a flash of fire, transforming into tigers, wolves, dragons, elephants and other animals, vivid and flexible, and extremely hot: "If I'm not mistaken, he's just an eighth-order sword master, right?"

"Not bad..."

It's not a secret, Prince Wei's eyes are equally deep and terrifying: "Just now, when Feng Wuxiu suddenly attacked, I thought that Chen Lin was dead, who knows, Chen Lin actually kept up with Feng Wuxiu's sword speed, and did not fall behind the wind at all......"

There were also many masters muttering to themselves: "It's terrifying... In such a lore attack, he didn't even die..."

"It's unprecedented, it's unbelievable..."

Everyone was amazed, and they didn't know if they were talking about the wind, or Chen Lin, or both?

Chen Lin vomited out a few mouthfuls of blood, but instead became more energetic, and he was not frightened by the danger just now, his fighting spirit was excited, his body moved slightly, and he moved quickly on the surface of the river.

"Come on, I'm going to see who's faster..."

Suddenly, Chen Lin looked up and saw that Feng Wuxiu did not cover up at all this time, without the slightest intention of hiding, and struck straight down from the nine heavens, which was even more violent than a meteor.

"Die... Die... Die..."

The wind roared endlessly, swinging swords like rain, and terror was superimposed.

One sword is fiercer than the other...

A sword is faster than a sword...

The sword shadows continued to overlap, turning into a forest, piling up into a mountain, densely packed, crowding the void, completely enveloping Chen Lin in it, not only the body, but even the soul had to be killed in one go.

At this moment, the power of the peak powerhouse of the ninth-order great sword master completely exploded, earth-shattering, and the river surface within a radius of a few miles suddenly exploded wildly...

The water column exploded, splashing flowers, and all of them were injected with extremely terrifying sword qi, indestructible, terrifying...

Chen Lin suddenly fell into a state of siege from all sides, but he had already prepared, and suddenly let out a low voice.

"The wind is long..."

He wielded the True Ancient Yuan Sword and slashed out a sword...

In his previous life, the swordsmanship of the Changfeng Sword Saint.

A sword, like the wind.

True as the wind,

The sword light was invincible, as if endless, stretching out, and there was an incomparably terrifying attraction between the whistling, like a real wind sweeping up.

"Woohoohoo......"

This sword light caused the water column that was about to fall on Chen Lin's body, and the splashing water splashed violently upward, crashing towards the infinite sword mountain where the wind was falling endlessly, and the momentum was violent.

But Chen Lin didn't have much hope and slashed out the second sword.

"Sword Chief..."

Whew...

The True Gu Yuan Sword in his hand, as if in an instant, was also "stretched", like a match, like a shock, shrinking into inches and slashing on the sword mountain first.

Jian Shan was immediately cut in half, the rift was deep, and it was completely unbridgeable.

"Die..."

The wind was endless, the sound was like muffled thunder, shaking the nine heavens, frantically waving the Yuan sword in his hand, in an instant, dozens of hundreds of swords were cut out, and the traces of the sword path emerged, which lasted for a long time, and the sword light was dripping, and it was hard to bridge the sword mountain.

As long as it falls, it is enough to extinguish all things...

"The night is longer..."

Chen Lin suddenly withdrew the True Gu Yuan Sword and slashed in front of him, the sword light suddenly burst out, surrounding himself in an impenetrable airtight manner, as if it had completely become a big black ball.

Floating on the surface of the river with the roar of explosions.

Every trace of black is sword qi.

The river was raging and torn apart.

The sword of the endless wind, like a meteor and a mountain, crushed the dust and pressed down, cutting off the river water, forming a vacuum, and causing the river outside to sweep towards this sudden depression.

The big boat nearby also couldn't help but follow the current and hit the past.

The strength is really terrifying, but it can't crush the big black ball that Chen Lin slashed out.

The wind roared endlessly, and in an instant, it had to attack dozens of times, and slammed the sword qi black ball that Chen Lin was protecting.

Chen Lin was always facing powerful and amazing attacks...

His body shook violently, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his skin was already excessively tight, constantly exploding, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

The bones in the body are also rattling, as if they will be broken in the next second, overwhelmed.

"Again..."

"Stronger..."

"It takes more strength ......"

Chen Lin roared wildly in his heart, without the slightest thought of cowardice or fear.

Life is not enough, battle is not enough...

His eyebrows were beating wildly.

One mother and eight sons, nine sword fetuses.

Driven by the strong fighting spirit, the ascension reached its peak... R405