The Invincible Immortal Venerable of the City

Chapter 2338
There are more than a thousand sword styles, and the sword intent is surging.

Now that the aura in Lin Yi's body is exhausted, he can only use his sword intent and sword style to counter the thunder calamity that comes from above his head.

These sword styles are the result of Jiuxuan Immortal Venerable's understanding of swords.

Every sword style is like a sword dancer, and the sword style is like a wave.

There is a sword intent like a beast, full of ferocity.

There is a sword style like flowing water, trickling endlessly.

As the 440 sword styles were completely spread in the air, everyone under Hong Kong Island unconsciously felt a sense of coldness and sharpness.

Rumant is in front.

It felt like a sword blade was slowly passing over their bodies.

It was clearly separated by an extremely long distance, and there was clearly no sword in front of them, but the feeling was so real that some other warriors subconsciously put up all their strength and tried to resist.

The real masters hidden in all kinds of things are all staring at this moment.

The ferocious and surging sword intent is far more shocking than the terrifying and solid energy.

The Chenli sword in Lin Yi's hand, Lin Yi made a few sword flowers again, and the blade crossed the sky, wearing it with a more ferocious sword intent.

This has departed from the definition of moves.

Without the slightest bit of aura and strength, the 440 nets of sword intent collided with Heavenly Tribulation in an instant.

Sword intent and heaven's intent strangled each other.

Thunder bursts.

The Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Light, which was already full of majestic atmosphere, was completely entangled by the sword intent after a bang.

Electric light flickers.

Can't hit with one blow.

The Eye of Heavenly Tribulation, in the eyes, is full of anger.

It seemed to be angry that the young man in front of him dared to fight for his life!

In the late stage of foundation building.

Who gave it the guts!

The second lightning sword, in the midair, condensed layer after layer of lightning swords glowing with blue luster.

The long sword moved in time, with a sword intent completely different from Lin Yizhi's sword intent, rushing into the sword net in an instant.

"The way of heaven."

Lin Yi snorted coldly and looked around.

The sword intent formed by more than a thousand sword intents and the heavenly tribulation is more intense.

It seems that the two armies are facing each other, and the soldiers charge.

Chen Li in Lin Yi's hands never stopped, and he rolled up in the air one after another in a sword pose.

In the front position, more than 300 sword intents transformed by Lei Guangtian Jie pointed directly at Lin Yi's eyebrows.

Lin Yi didn't change his face, looked at each other coldly, and took a step forward, his whole body seemed to be one with the dust.

Chen Li moved forward from the tip of the ancient sword, and one sword reached a hundred swords. The thunder light of Heavenly Tribulation burst out suddenly at the head of the sword, and a wave of crazy sword intent followed, carrying terrifying coercion and killing intent. Generally flock to Lin Yi.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao Liuli in the scroll of offering sacrifices to the soul was shocked in his heart.

She looked at the chilling sky in front of her with a complicated expression.

Heavenly Tribulation Divine Might.

But the figure of the young man holding the sword freely and freely is so bright and dazzling.

He is like the only light in this dark and silent world.

Misty rain, enlightenment, clearing up.

The three swords moved forward, intertwined with the sword intent of Heavenly Tribulation, and the fighting became more and more fierce, and both the fighting intent and the sword intent seemed to have exploded.

It's just that the three swords are mortal swords after all.

Every time they confront each other, there will be a broken gap on the blade of the Three Swords.

Rumble!
The power of the second catastrophe reached its peak.

After a breath of stagnation.

The sword intent transformed by thousands of thunder lights converged into one point.

At first glance, it was a basket purple dagger no more than seven inches long floating above Lin Yi's head.

At this moment, heaven and earth got a brief silence.

All the sounds of wind and thunder around him disappeared.

Between heaven and earth, only this sword should stand.

As if feeling the terrifying aura, between the dust in Lin Yi's hand and above the blade, there were bursts of loud sword sounds.

In the sound of the sword, there is a fighting spirit that regards death as home, an indomitable domineering spirit, and the excitement of meeting on a narrow road.

The three swords of Misty Rain, Mingwu, and Dunqing were lined up above Lin Yi's head, and the sword pointed directly at the blue-purple long sword above his head.

Lin Yi's face was cold, and he looked up at each other. The arm holding Chenli's ancient sword was already covered with wounds.

The offensive of sword intent and sword energy is different.

This competition is the power of the Dao, the real strength of the Dao of Heaven, if there is a slight negligence, it will be a situation of eternal doom.

It's like the * character mantra that Lin Yi used before.

The pure use of sword style and sword intent requires very little aura, but it places a huge burden on the body.

Lin Yi is now only in the late stage of foundation establishment and lacks aura, so he can only go down this road.

Although it seemed that the second catastrophe was temporarily carried down by him.

But Lin Yi's body has already suffered a great loss.

The pain in his body hit Lin Yi's nerves, as if his whole body was under thousands of swords, being cut piece by piece by the blades.

Lin Yi didn't care about the severe pain in his body at all.

The so-called strong person is one who can endure the pain that ordinary people can't bear, with a firm heart, always walks on the road that he thinks is right, with the posture of seeing death as home, holding the determination to either climb to the top or fall into hell.

One long breath.

Lin Yi looked cold and showed no sign of relaxing.

The last sword intent of the second catastrophe is coming.

One sword is life and death.

The blue-purple lightsaber hangs overhead.

Finally, after condensing all the lightning cataclysms around.

The long sword moved again without warning.

It stabbed towards Lin Yi at an extremely fast speed.

There is no wave around the ancient well.

When the sword came, there was no wind around, the clouds did not move, there was no flash of lightning, the shock of heaven and earth, there was only a quiet sword.

However, on this sword body full of silence, there is all the energy contained in the second catastrophe!

bass!
Misty Rain's long sword rose from the sky, and with sword intent, it collided with this sword.

However, there was a crisp sound.

The Misty Rain sword, which was able to defeat countless sword intents of heaven before, shattered and fell from the sky without any surprise.

Ming Wu followed closely behind, and on the blade of the sword, dozens of sword styles were formed, turning one sword into a hundred swords.

There was still a crisp sound.

All the sword styles are gone.

Ming Wu's long sword shattered and fell.

Dunqing let out a bright sound of the sword, concentrating the sword intent on the body of the sword, leaning against the blue-purple sword with the tip of the sword.

an instant.

Clarify before breaking.

Instantly broke three swords.

The blue-purple long sword pointed at Lin Yi with a terrifying and domineering meaning.

The three swords fell to the ground beside Lin Yi.

Lin Yi looked at Chen Li in his hand: "Although I don't know where you came from, today may be the time when your sword will be broken."

"But no matter what, I can answer you, there is a man with a sword, and the sword is dead, and the man is dead."

Lin Yi spoke softly, with a cold tone.

As if feeling the courage of Lin Yi's words of living together and dying together, Gu Jianchen let out a long cry from the sword.

Lin Yi turned his head and looked at the blue and purple long sword that had arrived in front of him in an instant.

holding a sword.

Go away.

(End of this chapter)