Ye Junlin stood quietly in the rain, his eyes like torches, looking directly at Shan Jianyun.
Shan Jianyun's body was like a light eagle. He jumped up, stepped on raindrops, and stopped in mid-air. He held a wooden long sword tightly in his hand, and then his body slowly
He tilted slowly, and finally his head and feet switched positions.
His arms were stretched forward, and his whole body was like a sharp arrow, pouring down.
"Proud Sword Style, Eagle Strikes the Sky!"
Shan Jianyun suddenly let out a loud roar, and then his whole body continued to spin.
Man and sword unite.
This is another unique situation of 'kendo'.
The man is the sword, and the sword is the man.
The rain curtains all over the sky were completely shaken away at this moment. The pattering water particles were like pearls, shooting in all directions. The monstrous sword energy surged at this moment. They gathered together and formed a
The sword with an extremely huge handle was thrust straight towards Ye Junlin.
Ye Junlin's face has changed drastically.
This is the most powerful attack he has seen so far. The combat power contained in this attack is probably at the level of the 'Xuanling level'.
Ye Junlin frowned slightly, and then countless colorful profound energy surged through his body.
"Netherworld Xuanjia Jue."
"Golden Dragon Shield Technique."
"Sword Qi Divine Skill."
Colorful armor, golden dragon shields, and heavy sword armor surrounded Ye Junlin.
Ye Junlin tightened his grip on the Red Flame Sword, and then the Taotao Sword Qi also surged.
"Sword One, Break the Wind."
"Sword Two, kill the soul."
Ye Junlin swung out his two swords, and small red waves and invisible sword energy surged out one after another.
Shan Jianyun's expression changed slightly when he saw the thin red waves, but his speed still did not slow down at all.
Before the thin red wave, the invisible sword energy quietly penetrated into Shan Jianyun's sea of consciousness. Shan Jianyun only felt that the sea of consciousness was in chaos, and he could no longer grasp the direction of the attack.
.
The thin red waves arrived in an instant, but in front of Shan Jianyun's huge sword energy, they were crushed like easily broken chopsticks in an instant.
Ye Junlin was slightly surprised, and then his body quickly changed position.
Shan Jianyun's body continued to rotate, like a huge whirlpool, gathering countless sword energy. This man's sword was like a huge sword blade, suddenly thrust into the ground.
"boom!"
A large pit suddenly appeared on the originally flat ground. The pit was more than ten meters deep and extremely terrifying.
Ye Junlin took a breath of cold air. If the 'Soul-Slaying Style' hadn't messed up Shan Jianyun's sea of consciousness just now, I'm afraid this blow would have stabbed him straight in the body.
If such a powerful attack were to hit him, he would not be killed but would be seriously injured.
Thinking of this, Ye Junlin began to become angry.
His eyes became extremely red, like an enraged beast.
"Jianyi, Po Feng!"
Ye Junlin shouted loudly, and swung the red flame sword in his hand repeatedly. Countless red waves condensed into an extremely huge flaming sword, and enveloped the big pit.
"Master." Ling Ming exclaimed, having already forgotten that there was no sword in his hand.
Ling Ming rushed forward, and the blood in Ye Junlin's eyes suddenly became fierce.
On the red flame sword, countless flames rose up, instantly evaporating the raindrops that had no time to fall.
"die!"
Ye Junlin swung out his heavy sword, and a fire dragon swallowed Ling Ming's body like a hungry glutton.
"ah--"
Ling Ming let out a scream, and his whole body was enveloped in red flames.
The scene was very bloody and tragic.
Song Jinghong and Yun Zhenyu watched silently and did not take any action. They had no mercy for such people who came to die.
Poor Ling Ming, he was finally burned to ashes by the roaring flames.
However, he said that after countless swords composed of "Broken Wind Style" fell into the huge pit, Shan Jianyun did not make any sound. There was no scream, no scream, and no curse.
Ye Junlin was very curious, so he stretched out his head and took a look into the huge pit.
At this moment, a bright light suddenly shone in the giant pit. The light was so dazzling that it illuminated the entire world in an instant.
"No, Shan Jianyun blew himself up!"
Song Jinghong was frightened and hurriedly went to pull Ye Junlin away. However, it was too late.
"boom!"
An explosion shook the heaven and earth. It echoed throughout the canyon and lasted for a long time.
Song Jinghong was blown dozens of meters away by the shock wave generated by the explosion. He was half-sitting on the ground, looking nervous.
"Jun Lin, Jun Lin, are you okay?" Song Jinghong looked extremely anxious. He hurriedly got up and ran towards where Ye Junlin was originally standing.
The self-destruction of the 'Half Mysterious Spirit' is equivalent to the explosion of fifty 'Tianleizi' at the same time. With such power, I'm afraid...
The rain curtain continued to be majestic, and the smoke and dust caused by the explosion instantly dissipated in the drizzle.
Where the flames of war ended, Ye Junlin's figure emerged.
His clothes were in tatters, and there were large and small wounds on his body. Blood flowed from his body, and as the drizzle washed away, it gradually dyed the ground red.
However, Ye Junlin's injuries were not serious.
Because when Shan Jianyun just self-destructed, Ye Junlin immediately used the 'Ice Technique'. The 'Ice Space' withstood part of the damage, and the 'Sword Qi Divine Technique' and other defensive techniques also withstood the damage.
Partial damage.
In the end, only a very small part was left that affected Ye Junlin. But even this very small part still left him covered in bruises.
"Thank God." Song Jinghong looked at Ye Junlin, who was almost stained with blood, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
In Ye Junlin's eyes, the blood-red light gradually dissipated. He sat cross-legged on the ground, and green light lingered around his body.
He is using ‘Huiyuan’ to heal his injuries.
...
...
Time passes by minute by second.
Ye Junlin was healing his injuries and didn't care at all about anything outside.
The sound of wind gradually subsides, the sound of thunder gradually subsides, and the sound of rain gradually subsides.
The dark clouds gradually drifted away, and the sun hung high in the sky again. Thunderstorms in the mountains came and went quickly.
Ye Junlin's wound healed slowly under the influence of Hui Yuan: the wound stopped bleeding, then scarred, the scar fell off, and the intact skin grew back.
And all this only took an hour.
Ye Junlin opened his eyes and slowly stood up.
Yunfeng looked at him and then extended his thumb: "You're really good. Such a powerful self-destruction only caused some skin injuries to you."
"Haha, thank you." Ye Junlin said with a smile.
Song Jinghong stood beside Ye Junlin, holding a space ring in his hand.
After Shan Jianyun self-destructed, the only thing left was this space ring.
Ye Junlin took the space ring from Song Jinghong, looking a little excited. Song Jinghong seemed to have seen through Ye Junlin's mind, and heard him say slowly: "Don't worry, what you want is inside."
Ye Junlin's spiritual thoughts were condensed into the space ring, and then a mysterious book with an orange cover appeared in his hand.
"Proud Sword Technique" is an extremely powerful mysterious technique used by Caishan Jianyun just now.
Ye Junlin couldn't wait to open it, but regretfully found that this mysterious book was not complete.
"Proud Sword Technique" is a "middle-level Xuanjie" mysterious skill. It is divided into two styles. The fragment in Ye Junlin's hand only has the first style. Although there is only one style, it has reached the "Low-level Xuanjie" level.
' to the extent.
Ye Junlin read through it attentively, like a hungry child throwing himself on the fragrant rice. In the battle just now, he had already seen the power of this mysterious book, so he secretly told himself that it must be
You must learn this mysterious skill.
Song Jinghong patted Ye Junlin's shoulder at an inappropriate time and said with a smile: "We'll see on the way. Let's get on our way first."
Ye Junlin put away "Proud Sword Art" and nodded gently.
After the "Shan Jian Yun Storm", more than a hundred horsemen and horses set off on the journey again.
What they don't know is that ahead, in the long and narrow valley, another group of people is waiting for them quietly...