Sword is undoubtedly the second life for the "Sword Warrior".
If the sword is broken, the warrior's life will become in danger.
Ling Ming looked at the red waves flying straight towards him, with a expressionless face. He was defeated, but he might not die.
Because Shan Jianyun will definitely take action.
Ye Junlin looked at the red wave while being secretly alert. He vaguely felt that Shan Jianyun and Ling Ming had no intention of going back alive when they came.
No matter how strong Shan Jianyun's strength is, it is not enough to kill everyone here.
But Shan Jianyun still moved, and a glimmer of light shone on his hand.
The next moment, a brown shield blocked Ling Ming.
"Clang."
The red waves bombarded the brown shield, and a sound of metal collision spread everywhere.
The mountain sword cloud jumped down from the giant elephant with a crack. He stood in front of Ling Ming, not afraid or afraid.
"Senior Shan, if you kill anyone here, "Ziyunhai" will probably be with "Sword Villa" until you die." On the side, Song Jinghong looked quietly and reminded carefully.
"Haha..." Shan Jianyun stroked his beard and laughed: "I have already cut off relations with the "Sword Casting Villa". This incident was only between me and Ling Ming and I.
For, it has nothing to do with 'Sword Cast Villa'."
Shan Jianyun's words were sonorous, like a thunderous force, which hit everyone's hearts heavily.
"Senior, why are you doing this?" Ye Junlin sighed softly with his sword in his chest.
"You won't understand." Shan Jianyun sighed and then said slowly: "The "Sword-Casting Villa" where I live has been a tycoon in the Chixiao Fan Realm for hundreds of years. Seeing that it has not fallen, I am unwilling to accept it.
Therefore, I have to use my own blood to awaken the gang members of the "Sword Casting Villa"!"
Ye Junlin looked at Shan Jianyun and felt unaware of it. He really couldn't understand how chaotic the logic of Shan Jianyun was.
If you cannot understand each other, you will be unable to communicate. If you cannot communicate, you will have to fight.
Ye Junlin admired the old man very much, so he decided to use his all to give the old man his last journey.
"Old senior, please."
Ye Junlin tightly held the Red Flame Sword, and a trace of blood flashed through his eyes.
"good."
Shan Jianyun responded softly, and the space ring in his hand flashed with a glimmer of light, and then an ancient sword appeared in his hand.
This sword is very strange, without a ‘spiritual array map’, no ink lines, no runes, and even no metallic luster.
That was a wooden sword!
Shan Jianyun stroked the wooden sword gently, looking calm.
It seemed that in his hand was the purple lightning and green frost dragon spring Gan Jiang, which was a powerful weapon in the world.
Ye Junlin looked at the wooden sword and felt no relaxation. The more people who don’t care about weapons, the more powerful they are.
"Then, I'll draw my sword."
Shan Jianyun said, waving the wooden sword in his hand gently.
In an instant, the earth began to shake violently. Several rocks, like flying arrows, stabbed Ye Junlin directly.
Ye Junlin watched quietly, as if he had some enlightenment.
The "earth attribute" aura contained in the burst stone instantly poured into Ye Junlin's sea of consciousness.
However, Ye Junlin did not have time to understand, because the threat of the sudden stone came in a flash.
Ye Junlin jumped up, his sword waving like a dragon going out to sea, waving like the wind.
The north wind gushed, wrapped in endless sword intent, scattering everywhere.
Like a sharp blade, it cuts endlessly. The flying rocks are cut into pieces of dust as soon as they touch the blade.
The dust rose, captivating everyone's eyes.
However, Ye Junlin saw it clearly.
Because in his eyes, there was only Shan Jianyun.
When a master fights, life and death are often only in a moment.
Therefore, when fighting, there is no need to be a slight distraction.
The purple mist surged all over Ye Junlin's body, and his figure suddenly dissipated.
Shan Jianyun looked quietly, looking as usual, but the wooden sword in his hand was tighter.
The originally calm sky suddenly floated with a large dark cloud. The dark clouds covered the sky, and the originally gentle wind and sun disappeared in an instant.
Ye Junlin's figure appeared beside Shan Jianyun.
The Chiyan Sword, which was shining with flames, suddenly swung to Shan Jianyun's waist.
Shan Jianyun swung his sword to block it, and the originally quaint wooden sword actually flashed, layer by layer of brown light. The faint lights tightly wrapped the wooden sword.
It's like, a layer of brown metal.
"Clang."
"Clang."
In the blink of an eye, the old and the young fought several moves.
Ye Junlin's brows frowned slightly because he felt the pressure coming from the mountain sword Yunmu sword.
A gust of wind blew, and all the trees and leaves on the canyon swayed, like millions of ambushers.
Shan Jianyun swung his sword and shook Ye Junlin back.
Ye Junlin's arms and tiger's mouth felt a numb feeling. Unexpectedly, the old man's arms were still so powerful when he reached this age.
"Ice Technique!"
Ye Junlin shouted loudly, and a small square space was deduced by him and enveloped the mountain sword clouds.
The temperature around suddenly dropped, causing the surrounding "Flying Bear Army" to be wrapped in clothes and armor unnaturally.
A trace of solemnity finally appeared in Shan Jianyun's old eyes, because he vaguely felt that this move was definitely not an ordinary mysterious skill.
The brown light shone slightly on his sword, and then changed from weak to grand.
The wooden sword swung gently, but it seemed to have a huge force.
The brown light ball suddenly became bigger as it flew to the ice space, and turned out to be a small hill.
The hills pressed heavily on the ice space, causing the surrounding land to tremble.
The ice space was flattened by the hills, and the cold breath was scattered everywhere.
The strong wind started to blow, and suddenly a ray of light flashed in the sky, illuminating the whole world. The thunder rumbling like a cannon.
Amid the continuous roar, Ye Junlin set out his sword.
The sword energy in the sky surged. The sharp sword edge even tore the howling wind apart.
There was also a sword energy shining on the wooden sword in Shan Jianyun's hand. He looked at Ye Junlin and showed his excitement to fight.
Then let's fight.
One old and one young, two "sword warriors" collided together, and the sound of metal roaring was endless.
In the sky, a cool rain dripped on Ye Junlin's head, and then on his face, chest, arms, hands, and sword...
The rain kept dripping, from a point to a line, and from a line to a curtain.
In the rain curtain, Shan Jianyun and Ye Junlin were chasing each other, like two children playing, playing in the magnificent rain.
If there is no terrifying murderous intent.
The fine rain curtain was cut into sections by the surging sword energy, rising and falling, like waves that continued, or like high and low cliffs.
Ye Junlin and Shan Jianyun were in it, fighting, and even enjoying it and intoxicating it.
The battle that was originally fighting for life and death now turned into a competition between two "sword warriors". Such a sudden change is really amazing.
Bystanders may think so, but Ye Junlin, as the person involved, knows better than anyone else.
He was fighting fiercely with Shan Jianyun, and it was a war of attrition.
Fortunately, Ye Junlin never fears a war of attrition.
Because he has "Sword God's Art".
With the supplement of "Sword God's Art", the mysterious energy in his dantian is like a vast ocean, endless.
In the fine rain curtain, Shan Jianyun became more and more frightened as he fought.
As a strong man who entered the "Xuanling Level" with half a foot, he knew the difference between his mysterious energy and the "low-level Xuanshi" in front of him, so he chose the "War of Attrition".
Shan Jianyun’s strategy is correct in itself. But the mistake is that the person he met was Ye Junlin.
How can people like Ye Junlin be judged by common sense?
The heavy rain was as heavy as a pour.
However, the two "sword warriors" were not wet at all.
The surging sword energy is like a sharp blade of heaven and earth, breaking the sky, breaking the earth, breaking the river, breaking the river, and naturally breaking the rain.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Shan Jianyun became less and less powerful as he fought. He already felt that if he dragged on like this, it would not be Ye Junlin who was exhausted from his mysterious energy.
"Then let's fight." Shan Jianyun shouted softly, and above his body, the brown light shone on the sky and the earth like the rising sun...