The long-faced Taoist priest was in the center of the cyclone, controlling the aura around him, and the vast spiritual power slowly emanated, pressing towards Lin Yu. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A small part of the qi wave leaked out and swept around, and suddenly the palace tiles fell with a bang, the tall pillars collapsed, and the rows of Holy Soul Palace disciples, like saplings in a storm, were bent by the strong wind, and then rolled in embarrassment.

Miao Wan'er realized that something was wrong early, grabbed Luo Qingsheng, and immediately retreated. Although she was prepared, she still had palpitations, looking at the wind and waves churning in the hall in shock, and her eyes were extremely vigilant.

The palace master is only cultivating in the early stage of foundation building, and he can control the power of heaven and earth, this kind of power is completely above the qi refining disciples, not talent and quantity can be contended, even if all the qi refining disciples here go together, it can't pose the slightest threat to him, this is the gap between foundation building and qi refining.

Therefore, Miao Wan'er sneered for the first time, thinking that Lin Yu must have been shocked and desperate at this time, as long as it is Qi refining and cultivating, then it is impossible to defeat this power.

Lin Yu stood in place, under the strong wind, his long hair jumped, his robe swelled, and ripples, and even it was very difficult for him to even open his eyes.

However, if refining qi is bound to lose to Tsukiki, as everyone thinks, is there no chance of him winning?He shook his head.

Even the Qi Refining Cultivators in the world couldn't transcend the power of a higher order, but it was not applicable to Lin Yu.

He is no longer an ordinary person, as an apprentice of Wuwei, he is destined not to belong to all living beings.

Wu Wei is the most demonic genius in 10,000 years, and the cultivation of the Fan Dian is a legendary existence, and these are not Lin Yu's strongest means.

His most powerful means did not come from Wuwei Dao Venerable, nor from Wuxiu Sword Immortal, but from the old man who had been inherited from the Pisces Jade.

Turning a sword into a sword is his strongest means.

Although he was at the ninth level of Qi refining, and had not even reached the peak, as early as the sixth layer of Qi refining, he had learned the power of transcending classes that no one could understand.

Even Wuwei Daozun can't explain why this is one of the reasons, this kind of method, not a practice, not a supernatural power, unheard of, but above the rules.

With the method of transforming the sword with one qi, although Lin Yu is refining qi and cultivating, he is no different from the foundation building monk except that he can't practice qi and resist qi.

The more he grows and the wider he sees, the more shocking the power of the old man overrides the rules, so Lin Yu is not afraid.

Zhihai's spiritual power was released, pale as mist, and finally turned into a blue-black long sword in Lin Yu's hands. Holding the spirit sword in his hand, Lin Yu stood in the wind, no matter how the Dao Yi was noisy, he did not move.

The spirit sword slowly cut in the air, and Lin Yu smiled slightly.

The long-faced Taoist priest couldn't imagine that Lin Yu would have time to smile at him, he was extremely angry, his heart really didn't cry when he saw the coffin, he exerted his whole body spiritual power, and the killing intent was decided.

However, the crushing that the long-faced monk thought was devastating did not appear, but the spirit sword crossed the arc without hindrance, leaving a sword shadow, and a few strands of white hair slowly swung down in the air.

"How is it possible!" The long-faced monk couldn't believe the scene in front of him, he couldn't believe how a Qi refining disciple could fight back under pressure, calmly swinging a sword, and even giving him a feeling of invulnerability.

As a generation of palace masters, the long-faced monk is not an idle person, he quickly calmed down, although I don't know how the young man has the ability to compete with him, but as long as he breaks the sword move, he will definitely be able to win, he has lived for nearly a hundred years, and his experience far exceeds that of the teenager, this must not be a problem.

The long-faced monk lifted the dust again, put away his previous contempt, and stared at Lin Yu's every move seriously, carefully waiting for the young man to make a move.

If an outsider knew that a foundation building monk was so careful to guard against a Qi refining cultivator, and he didn't even dare to move first, and wanted to win with a broken move, he would definitely laugh off his big teeth.

The disciples of the Holy Soul Palace looked at the appearance of the palace master, they were all silent, and they could only watch blankly, at this time, they already thought that Lin Yu was a demon, and he had already exceeded the scope of refining qi.

Just when everyone was curious about what kind of sword Lin Yu would swing, they didn't dare to swallow their saliva and were engrossed, only to see that the long sword in Lin Yu's hand had come to the long-faced monk at any end.

The long-faced monk was so focused, leaving two lines of sweat on his sideburns, he kept deducing, thinking about how Lin Yu would make a move, from what direction, and what kind of sword he would swing, but who would have thought that Lin Yu's movements would be so simple and so casual.

What kind of swordsmanship is this, what kind of move is it, the long-faced monk thought hard, and he couldn't imagine that this simple move was more like no move, but it was invulnerable, and he couldn't find the slightest way to crack it.

In the face of the sudden sword, the long-faced monk froze in place, powerless to parry, and the long sword easily slashed through his chest, leaving a thin trace.

Before the long-faced Taoist priest could feel the pain, Lin Yu's next sword had already arrived.

This time it's the collection, the collection of the sword.

The hand that was raised slowly fell, and the sword also fell instantly, this was not any move, not even a move, but it made the long-faced Taoist priest's eyes widen, and he watched his blood gush out, he still couldn't return his hand, and knelt down on one knee.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this, what kind of moves, why is this happening. The horse-faced Taoist priest said stupidly.

"There are no swordsmanship, and there are no moves!" Lin Yu replied lightly.

This is a no-move sword technique, naturally there is no name, and there is no way to crack it.

The swordsmanship of no move is taught by nothing, done without intention, casually chic, but it is unfathomable and profound, and it is difficult to defend.

Wuwei Daozun is not as good as Wuxiu Sword Immortal in the way of the sword, but with this hand alone, he can compete with Wuxiu.

There are no moves and there are moves, and it is difficult to say who is superior and who is inferior, but the premise is that there is a move sword technique to be cultivated to the extreme, cultivated to the height of the West Lai Jue, and even no cultivation of the realm of sword immortals, otherwise before this, no sword is the existence of crushing.

The saying in the world that there is no trick to win is like this. The long-faced Taoist priest has lived for a long time, but he has never heard of a sword without a sword, and he doesn't know how to crack the doorway, so he will have no power to fight back.

The essence of the no-move sword lies in no moves, casualness, and self-confidence. No tricks and arbitrariness are just means, and self-confidence is the most important point if you want to cover up the way.

Even if it is a casual and easy swing of the sword, it may be just an electric idea, or it may just be a spontaneous action, but when you are confident enough to believe in your own kendo, then it is the strongest move.

It is difficult to have no sword, especially for the sword cultivation of geniuses, and even it is difficult to comprehend the essence without cultivation, but Lin Yu's understanding of this is excellent, and it is almost impossible to learn it, I don't know if there is a specialization in the art industry, it should be said that it is fate.

No wonder Wu Wei thinks that Lin Yu is very much like himself, and he is very satisfied with this.

Before everyone came to their senses, the long-faced Taoist priest had already been defeated, defeated at the simple end, one receiving, and two swords that didn't even count the moves, so they couldn't figure it out.

Is the palace master cheating? Everyone poured out an idea. It's just that...... What's the point? None of them could convince themselves.