The storm of sword qi that erupted in the land of the sword mound alarmed most of the monks nearby. ()｛｝

The Sword Qi Storm is a disaster unique to the Land of Sword Shrines, and if the Foundation Cultivator is sucked in, he will not be able to escape at all. In recent years, there has only been one accident, it is rumored that fifty years ago, a descendant of the Gongsun royal family encountered a sword qi storm, but he relied on the royal bloodline to stand quietly in the center of the storm for an hour, and finally couldn't hold on and escaped.

The heir of the Gongsun royal family is also the last master of Chunjun Sword.

The sword qi storm formed suddenly and without warning, but the storm did not last long, and it would dissipate in the sword mound in about a few hours.

This time, the sword qi storm was extremely fierce and terrifying, lasting for a day and a night, and all the monks did not dare to come close when they saw it from afar, for fear of being sucked into it by the storm.

Because of this, no monk found out at all that in the center of the sword qi storm, a monk in a white shirt stood still, his black hair was dancing wildly, his eyes were closed, and the blood and liquid on the surface of his body had already condensed, and the whole person seemed to have already merged into the storm.

A whole day and night passed, and when the morning sun rose again, the sword qi storm gradually converged and condensed, and finally all of them poured into Lin Yi's dantian.

"Whew!"

Lin Yi slowly descended from the air, his entire body was crystal clear, flawless and unblemished under the reflection of the sun, like a glass of divine light, his strong muscles were like a hundred refined steel, and every trace of his body exuded a fierce and fierce aura, with an incomparably sharp and fierce sword intent.

Lin Yi slowly opened his eyes, and in his crystal clear eyes, two strange sword qi storms were faintly reflected, which looked extremely shocking.

Lin Yi took out a white shirt from the storage bag and put it on his body, with a happy smile on his face.

This experience can really be regarded as a blessing in disguise, this trip to the sword mound, even if he didn't get the giant sword, Lin Yi also had a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

The day and night of cultivating in the sword qi storm brought Lin Yi the benefits it brought to Lin Yi were unimaginable.

Not to mention that the immortal sword body has become strong again, it is Lin Yi's cultivation, and he has even reached the peak of foundation building, and the breakthrough of foundation building is just around the corner.

The physical body and cultivation have made double progress, and Lin Yi's harvest is more than that.

In the cultivation of the Sword Qi Storm, after several hours of purgatory-like torture, the Sword Qi Storm gradually reached a certain balance with the Immortal Sword Body. After that, Lin Yi no longer focused on absorbing sword qi, but began to study the formation of this sword qi storm.

The sword qi storm is nothing more than hundreds of millions of sword qi, after a certain combination, under the traction of a kind of force, it produces a seemingly chaotic and disorganized trajectory, but once this storm is formed, the power of the sword qi will increase several times.

Lin Yi had been thinking about the use of more than a thousand sword qi since he mastered the multiple transformations, and the sword qi storm of the sword mound had brought him inspiration.

At the beginning, the sword qi had just condensed into a storm, and as long as it broke away from Lin Yi's palm, it would collapse.

In the continuous attempt to comprehend, more than a thousand sword qi swirled and flew in Lin Yi's palm under the control of meticulous "manipulation", generating a powerful power and gradually forming a fierce vortex sword qi. The sword qi rotated violently around the center of the storm, and with Lin Yi's subtle pressure, the sword qi storm gradually took shape, and it could be stored independently.

If it is said that more than a thousand blue 'color' sword qi erupted and could threaten ordinary foundation building consummation cultivators, then the formation of a sword qi storm could almost suppress the half-step golden pill!

This is a qualitative improvement, the transformation technique is already a spell, but after Lin Yi's comprehension, the sword qi storm is directly advanced to a high-level spell, which contains a high-level spell that is subtle.

Lin Yi had no clue about finding the giant sword, the land of the sword mound was full of dangers, and the primeval mole cricket before didn't know whether to go far, but now he had to leave this place first, looking forward endlessly.

The land of the sword mound is vast and wide, and with Lin Yijindan's perfect divine sense, he can't feel the edge of this place, and you can imagine what kind of prosperity the place where the sword was cast back then.

The appearance of the giant sword, Lin Yi had seen it in the ancient books of the Qisha Sect before leaving, but just looking for the sword by virtue of its appearance is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. There are countless swords in the land of the sword mound, and along the way, Lin Yi has seen more than a dozen swords that look the same as the Juque Sword, but none of them are real Juque Sword.

At this moment, at the end of Lin Yi's gaze, he saw several monks who seemed to have an argument, one of them was the inch-headed monk of Qingyu Valley, and the other was a person from Immortal Island.

This time, about 1,000 people from Immortal Island entered the Land of Sword Shrines, accounting for almost one-tenth of the monks here, and it can be said that they are the strongest force in the Land of Sword Shrines.

Lin Yi was very curious about Xiandao, and after the battle of Qianlong Mountain, he unconsciously had a disgust for Xiandao in his heart.

"It's rare to meet them, so I'll ask what Dongdu Immortal Island is all about. ”

Lin Yi made up his mind and flew in the direction of the group of monks.

The inch-headed monk held a pair of rusty armor in his hand, looking at several monks in Xiandao, and his eyebrows were "exposed" with a dignified "color".

There were a total of five monks on the opposite side, three of them had built a foundation, and two of them had built a complete foundation, and there were only three of them on his side, and there were a total of ten monks from Qingyu Valley this time, and seven people were scattered in other places in the land of the sword mound and did not get together.

On the side of the inch-headed monk, he is the only one who has built the foundation to perfection, and the rest of the juniors and disciples are all foundation builders, so no matter how you look at it, there is no chance of winning.

At this point, the inch-headed monk hugged his fists and said: "In Xiaqing Yugu Huali, what do you mean by a few Taoist friends?"

Before Hua Li finished speaking, the five monks of Xiandao had already stood in their respective directions, surrounding the three monks of Qingyu Valley, and the faces of Hua Li and the three of them changed slightly.

"Hand over the armor and leave you with all your corpses!" said one of the people in Xiandao, his voice stiff, not like the native language of the Flood Wilderness.

Hua Li frowned slightly, this person from Immortal Island is so strong and domineering, looking at the meaning of this sentence, even if they hand over the battle armor, they have no way to live.

Among them, a monk in Qingyu Valley couldn't hold back his anger, and stood up and said loudly: "This battle armor is what we get, why should we give it to you!"

Suddenly, a touch of brilliance suddenly lit up!

Looking at the monk of Hatani again, his expression froze on his face, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Slowly, a thin red thread appeared in the middle of the monk's face, which gradually expanded, oozing blood, which was extremely terrifying.

The monk's clothes were also suddenly torn, bursting out with a puff of blood mist, and his originally intact body was split in half, and the corpse was on the spot!

Sure enough, there were no dead bodies.

Holley's pupils contracted, he almost forgot to breathe, and his forehead was sweaty.

So fast!

Hua Li only saw a monk on the opposite side holding the long knife at his waist, and then the sword flashed, and his junior brother had already fallen, without time to react, and without the power to resist.

The people of Xiandao made a decisive move, without warning, Hua Li put himself in his shoes, even he may not be able to dodge this knife.

Another Qingyu Valley monk looked sad and indignant, and said loudly: "You are so thirsty for killing, you will be punished by heaven!"

Hua Li's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly interrupted: "Daoist friends keep your hand, we will hand over the battle armor, and please spare your life!"

"Hand over the armor, you too will die!" Monk Xiandao sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain.

At this moment, a voice that was extremely calm sounded from the oblique stab.

"With me, they can't die!"