Chapter 207: Soul Burning
In front of the villa, Lin Changfeng's figure flashed, and the long sword in his hand was swinging, and the rapid speed drove afterimages. The sound of the sword blade cutting the air was endless.
Every time you swing a sword, you can drive a large number of sword winds. The sword wind is like mo and rainbow. Although it has no entity, it can cause substantial damage.
Even Jin Shiyu in the middle stage of foundation building can only keep dodging and choose to avoid his edge.
Just as he tried his best to avoid Lin Chang's storm-like sword rain, the light from the corner of his eyes unexpectedly found that the sword domain under Lin Changfeng's feet was shrinking little by little.
The kid's power was regressing... Thinking of this, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and a mocking smile appeared on his old face: "It seems that the spiritual energy of this sword is declining. How long can you last?"
Looking at the other party's old face, Lin Changfeng frowned slightly and said in a cold voice: "You dare to distract yourself when facing my sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light narrowly passed through Jin Shiyu's neck. The sword wind cut open the wrinkled skin of his neck, and a trace of red blood flowed down.
Feeling the pain, Jin Shiyu's expression changed. Just as she was about to delay time, a palm kept magnifying in front of him.
The palm that came towards him was so powerful that the spiritual power contained in it shocked him even more.
His eyes sterned, and he snorted coldly.
A cold and cold aura suddenly erupted, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the surface of his palm.
Spiritual skills: Lost Cold Palm!
Just as the two palms were about to face each other, he suddenly realized that Lin Changfeng's palm shrank, quickly changed his gestures, and turned into a sword finger.
"ignorance!"
There was a burst of ridicule in his heart. Jin Shiyu understood the power of Luo Han Palm. Lin Changfeng wanted to take the sword with his finger, which was undoubtedly seeking death.
Moreover, the most terrifying part of Luohan Palm is not only the power of it, but also the cold poison.
The sword finger faced the palm, and Lin Changfeng's sword finger was like an invincible sharp blade, easily piercing Jin Shiyu's palm. Before the pain could completely surge into the other person's heart, he gently stroked.
The torn pain instantly poured into the brain like a flood. Jin Shiyu quickly retreated and looked at her almost cut-off palm, and she felt horrified in her heart.
"You don't seem to understand swords. Even if my cultivation is weak, as long as I want, any part of my body can become a sharp blade."
Shaking his hands and shook off the blood on his fingertips, Lin Changfeng did not give the other party any chance to breathe. He waved the long sword in his hand and stabbed it out with a sword, reaching Jin Shiyu's chest.
The sword light magnified 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 he was unwilling to accept it in his heart. How could he be willing to end like this?
Just as the sword was about to fall, Jin Shiyu seemed to have made up her mind and angrily said:
"roll!"
The powerful soul power burst out from his body, and then penetrated into Jin Shiyu's body. The originally old and hunched back became straight little by little.
On his skinny body, his muscles instantly expanded, and his gray hair became bright and dark. His originally loose and wrinkled skin seemed to have been reborn and began to become tight and rosy.
A huge and powerful spiritual power burst out from his body, staring at the oncoming sword. He did not 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 his sword twisted, and he pointed it gently on the ground, and ran backwards.
The burning of soul is the last method for cultivators to break the death. At the least, the cultivation level is completely destroyed, and at the worst, the body is dead and the Tao is gone.
But when Kim Shiyu was so old that when he chose to burn his soul, he was ready to die.
Seeing Lin Changfeng suddenly retreat, Jin Shiyu sneered at the corner of her mouth, "Want to escape?"
He naturally knew that there was not much time left for himself. If Lin Changfeng was asked to fight the delay, then all his efforts would be in vain.
Now that the spiritual energy 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 step by step. He knew that his chance had come.
"It's my turn!"
With a roar, he bowed slightly, the bluestone floor tiles under his feet were still cracked, and his whole body disappeared from the spot like a afterimage.
Lin Changfeng, who had just retreated, noticed a terrifying spiritual power attacking him, raised his hand and waved a sword, and the sword light surged.
However... it did not stop the other party's footsteps. Jin Shiyu rushed towards him desperately. Even though a deep bone-sighted wound was cut in his chest, he did not stop at all.
Seeing this, Lin Changfeng frowned slightly. He was about to swing his sword to block it, but he found that Jin Shiyu had come close to him and directly held the sword with one hand and punched him out.
With his eyebrows frowned, Lin Changfeng flipped his palm and raised his sword, directly cutting off Jin Shiyu's palm.
However, at this time, Jin Shiyu, who was crazy, was like a bull in heat, and despite her injuries, she would also severely damage Lin Changfeng.
It was too late to pull back the sword to block it, and Jin Shiyu's punch filled with tyrannical aura fell straight into Lin Changfeng's chest.
The spiritual power exploded in an instant, as if it had torn apart the air. The ground in front of Jin Shiyu exploded, and a deep pit of more than ten meters was added.
A figure flew out like a kite with broken thread. Lin Changfeng drew a perfect arc in the air, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned pale in an instant.
When he landed, he flipped and leaped in the air, and after venting a large portion of his strength, he stared at Jin Shiyu with heavy eyes.
Jin Shiyu grinned at the corner of her mouth, and she showed a fierce smile, and said slowly: "Oh, I'm not dead yet, then I'll punch you again!"
This way of exchanging life for injury made Lin Changfeng unable to bear it.
Jin Shiyu obviously knew his ending and chose to do whatever he wanted. Moreover, 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 straight, Lin Changfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth slowly, and sneered: "It's ridiculous."
Lin Changfeng didn't choose to talk nonsense. Jin Shiyu's current state would not give him a chance to delay time. This is destined to be a death battle.
Ignoring Lin Changfeng's nonsense, Jin Shiyu used all her strength again, and the fierce light surged in her eyes, and said angrily:
"I will let you know that Jin cannot be humiliated!"
The ground under his feet instantly shattered, and Jin Shiyu turned into a rainbow light and disappeared from the spot. This time the attack was more intense than the previous punch.
But Lin Changfeng stood there without any movement. Then, he slowly closed his eyes and said coldly:
"Then I want to let you know, and I cannot be humiliated!"
His eyes suddenly opened, and the sword light surged in Lin Changfeng's pupils, and then he raised the long sword in his hand, and a drop of crystal liquid wrapped in the sword intent fell silently into the long sword.
In an instant, the sword light soared into the sky, dividing the rain and cutting the sky.
"Your soul is so weak!"
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