Lin Qingxiao stretched out his hand and seemed to want to directly dissolve the sword energy. In his opinion, his body after fusing with the demon bones, and his desire to dissolve a sword energy without sword energy is not worth mentioning.

What's more, the sword energy that Lin Ye waved looked ordinary and did not cause overwhelming air waves, so it certainly would not pose any threat to him.

However, when the sword energy touched his left hand, it did not stop, but passed directly through his shoulder.

The whole process was very fast and silent, and even Lin Qingxiao's smile was still hanging on his face.

After the sword energy passed through his shoulders, it flew over Qi Xuancheng's ears.

A few hairs slowly fell in front of Qi Xuancheng's eyes, and Lin Qingxiao... His entire left arm actually fell to the ground with a "splash"!

Even the blood was gushing out after a few breaths, and the pain came late, which made Lin Qingxiao's smile instantly distort!

He stared at his left with wide eyes, shock, anger, pain... complex emotions filled his face in an instant.

Not to mention him, even Feng Mianmian and Qi Xuancheng, who were about to take action, were stunned, as if they had not seen through the situation in front of them: "What's going on?"

A sword energy without a sword in his hand cut off Lin Qingxiao's left arm, who had been possessed by the demon bones. Moreover, Lin Ye did not say a word in the whole process, and he had not even opened his eyes. The blood at the corner of his mouth was still overflowing, but the aura that stood there was completely different.

The red blood bones spread behind him, as if they had wings for him. The hair had already scattered in the battle just now, but the blood on his clothes was like his war emblem, and it did not make people feel embarrassed at all.

Feng Mianmian was already stunned. Even Hei Ming beside her was extremely surprised by the situation in front of her: "As a sword cultivator, he has no sword in his hand but can condense such sharp sword energy. Could it be... has he condensed the sword soul?"

Qi Xuancheng showed excitement in shock, and his eyes flashed at Lin Ye: "Is this a sword cultivator? If he can temper his sword soul in this situation, then he is really the one who was born for the sword!"

"No, no, no! This is impossible!"

Lin Qingxiao let out an angry shout at this time and looked at Lin Ye almost frantically: "Under my attack, how could you still condense a sword soul? Your cultivation level is impossible to have the ability to temper a sword soul. Sword soul... Only the legendary sword immortal can cultivate it!"

The so-called sword soul is a sword cultivator who truly understands his sword skills and perfectly integrates his sword skills and his sword heart. When the sword is in hand, he can summon his own sword soul, let it merge with his sword skills and become his own power.

In other words, when the sword soul is tempered, Lin Ye is not fighting alone. His sword will become a partner who walks side by side with him, but this partner exists in his body and becomes one with him!

However, in today's world, there has never been a person who has truly tempered his sword soul.

There are top sword cultivators who have resonated with their own swords and can be united with the sword ideas they hold. But that is still far from the sword soul, because the sword soul is not a weapon spirit, but a brand new soul born from the sword cultivator's own sword path.

The weapon spirit refers to the "spirit" owned by the weapon itself, a soul that awakens after continuous battle and tempering.

The sword soul is born from the sword cultivator's own great way. In other words, the existence of the weapon spirit is only accompanied by the sword, but the existence of the sword soul is accompanied by the sword cultivator himself.

No matter which sword he uses, he can summon his own sword soul, because this sword soul was born for the sword cultivator himself!

As long as his sword heart is present and his sword path is present, he can summon the sword soul at any time.

Lin Qingxiao refused to believe that Lin Ye, who was a mere late stage of Kongjing, could actually temper his own sword soul under the situation just now. Moreover, Lin Ye had no sword in his hand just now, how did he sense his sword heart? He was eroded by the heavy demonic energy, so he should be trapped by his inner demons, how could he sense such a pure sword art!

At this time, Lin Ye's eyes slowly opened. The black lines that originally covered the whites of his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a pair of clear and thorough eyes. His pupils were like ink, like an endless abyss, cold and indifferent.

At this moment, his face seemed to have changed, and it seemed to show his other side. He stood quietly and looked at Lin Qingxiao, saying only: "I am a sword cultivator, either with a sword or not."

Only he himself knew what happened just now.

Indeed, Lin Qingxiao's attack did severely damage him, and the demonic energy that invaded his body also hooked up his inner demon.

But what he was more sober than Lin Qingxiao was that he had experienced all the good and bad things himself. He had walked over and over again when he was reborn in two lives. Although the journey was difficult, he could still remember the sense of accomplishment he had gained after gritting his teeth. Many people had abandoned him, but he still had not forgotten those who stood by him and supported him.

More importantly, he knew very well what he wanted, and the past and future were never in front of him.

He knew his sword and his way very clearly!

It was at that moment that he realized where his sword soul was - what he wanted was to seek his own way!

Lin Qingxiao stood there, his arm was cut off, which made him feel physical pain, but Lin Ye's condition made him completely crazy at this time.

Jealousy splashed out from his crazy eyes. He gritted his teeth and wanted to eat his flesh and blood now: "This is impossible, this is impossible! I voluntarily planted demon bones and paid the price of my soul and life, but I couldn't understand something. Why are you? Why are you amazing? Why are you born different? No, no! This is unfair!"

Lin Ye looked at him indifferently. The two of them stood opposite each other, but the aura emitted by Lin Ye felt a sense of condescending contempt.

In his eyes, Lin Qingxiao was no different from the clown: "For the sake of so-called strength, you have abandoned your own way and walked the way of others. The most fair thing in this world is that it is unfair to anyone. You cannot see your own heart of Tao, so you have fallen to such a point. You can't beat me like this."
Chapter completed!