Master, please don’t bring Feng Aotian back again!

But before she could feel happy, a ghostly punch hit the girl's chest and abdomen.

"Isn't Xiao Li going too far? She is his junior sister after all."

The purple mist blocked everyone's view, but it couldn't cover Chu Jiangli's gaze.

Witnessing Lin Li's relentless pursuit, even she, who was in the Mahayana stage, couldn't help but be amazed.

When asked about his realm, the boy just smiled. Now it seems that Lin Li really concealed a lot.

Luo Yeqing ignored the question from his old friend, but just watched quietly as the young man in the field grabbed Lan Yu's arm and forced her to face the attack.

After the junior sister broke free from Lin Li's control by using the sword energy that burst out when the sword was unsheathed, the Grandmaster of Demonic Path shook his head very slightly.

"It's not that simple."

"What did you say?"

Chu Jiangli was very sure that Luo Yeqing had just muttered something.

But the man in purple had this strange temper that broke out at this moment. He just pouted and was too lazy to even respond.

"Hey, you..."

Bang.

Chu Jiangli had only said half of his words when a sudden muffled sound from the light curtain forced the casual cultivator to look towards the field.

No one could see what was happening, but each loud bang was like a bell or drum striking everyone's heart.

Ever since Lin Li was willing to accept sparring with everyone, even though the eldest senior brother had always been as gentle as jade, no one could last more than a few rounds in his hands.

Can the junior sister really fight on equal terms with the senior brother?

……

Lin Li stood in front of Bai Lanyu with a sword in his hand, his expression indifferent.

He was still simple and honest, but Bai Lanyu was in a mess.

Her body was hunched, her hands were trembling slightly, her hair was disheveled, and she seemed to have reached her limit.

"Do you want to continue?"

Seeing that the girl in front of him still had no intention of unsheathing her sword, Lin Li did not show any sarcasm, but simply asked calmly.

Compared to the wealthy who always try to seize the initiative in everything and are even willing to resort to tricks.

Lin Li's openness allowed Bai Lanyu to intuitively experience the gap between the two.

He is like a vast mountain.

I am just a tiny ant.

But even so.

Bai Lanyu still took a long breath and steadied her trembling hands.

--continue.

In the virtual space.

Changkong, whose hair had turned white without him noticing, looked up at the sky.

The clash with Lin Li awakened the rare competitive spirit in the sword immortal's heart.

"continue."

So Bai Lanyu spoke firmly, word by word.

At this moment, her black hair gradually turned silver.

Lin Li seemed to have known the answer for a long time.

Watch the girl put her thumb on the scabbard.

Witnessing Bai Lanyu's determination, Lin Li did not express anything, but silently raised the iron sword in his hand.

The cold light flickered.

The young man's green shirt flashed, and with a flash of sword and knife, he rushed towards Bai Lanyu.

As before.

Now Bai Lanyu can only rely on instinct to block this swift attack.

But the girl who suddenly bent down overturned the previous perception.

Relying on the flash of white light from her wrist, Bai Lanyu narrowly avoided the glimpse of light, and even stabbed a sword in the opposite direction, heading straight for Lin Li's abdomen.

42. Lin Li vs Bai Lanyu (Part ) Silver Hair Dancing in the Sky

The young man dodged and paused in one go.

The wide sleeves flutter in the wind, full of elegance.

But the belt on the abdomen had been scratched and cracked.

Lin Li dodged the sword and was even more amazed at how sharp it was.

If he hadn't always been used to being careful, he would have been defeated by the sword.

Lin Li, whose breathing was inevitably heavy, stood up and looked at the girl not far away, his brows slightly frowned.

He could feel that Bai Lanyu was different.

"So sharp, Junior Sister."

Lin Li waved his sleeves to summon the iron sword that had been blocked earlier, and smiled faintly.

It was clearly just a random weapon, but in the young man's hands it looked like a magical weapon.

At this moment, Bai Lanyu, whose hair roots had turned into silver snow, also drew out her Xuan-level long sword.

The vigorous sword intent was like a raging wave, washing over and over again the barrier built by Luo Yeqing.

The fragrant grass, dew, starry night and the purple rhyme of lavender gradually blend together.

"excuse me!"

Bai Lanyu shouted coldly, even her voice became ethereal, and actually rushed towards Lin Li first like a reversal of the heavenly power.

Every light step of the phantom's footsteps seemed to treat Ziyun as a mirror lake, and every ripple was like the silver sword light.

This kind of demeanor truly embodies the demeanor of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords.

It was a pity that before he could observe carefully, the sword that sealed his throat passed by his shoulder and forced Lin Li to take the initiative to defend himself.

"Um……"

Lin Li turned sideways and held the girl's wrist with one hand, lowered his head and called out in a low voice, causing Bai Lanyu, who had lowered her center of gravity, to glance at him coldly.

An inch longer is an inch stronger; distance is the sword's best advantage.

Lin Li only has a basic understanding of swordsmanship.

If it was really as he thought, and Bai Lanyu's Changkong Sword Vein was awakened, then in terms of sword intent, it would be difficult for him to defeat the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords.

So the boy did not choose to confront each other head-on, but instead pressed forward.

Bai Lanyu raised her sword almost without any warning, and with the momentum of trading injury for injury, she tried to force down the blade to break free from Lin Li's control.

This intention was not concealed, so Lin Li decisively let go.

But Bai Lanyu's kick was as fast as thunder and hit the boy's shoulder squarely.

Lin Li staggered but did not fall to the ground. Instead, he used the force of the girl's force to grab the girl's slender ankle and pulled her back.

The two people stuck together, constantly turning around like ghosts.

Chu Jiangli saw all of this and felt that the two of them were not so much sparring as just...

"Dance."

Luo Yeqing caught up with Chu Jiangli's train of thought for once, and his mumblings made the latter pat his master on the shoulder.

"Sure, you can say it better than me."

Luo Yeqing didn't reply, but just rolled his eyes at his old friend who suddenly slapped him.

No pain.

But I always feel a little unhappy.

After all, he is his own disciple, so why would he compare him with Chu Jiangli in any comments?

You are not from my Chang Mingzong.

By then, Lin Li's Aunt Chu was not worried about the situation at all.

In fact, as early as the moment the two started the confrontation, General Chu had already decided who would win and who would lose.

A swordsman who has just started to practice Qi, no matter how amazing his bloodline is, he will ultimately be no match for Lin Li.

not to mention……

"Although the girl's aura has increased very quickly, it also drains away very quickly. I guess I won't be able to hold on for long."

The strength of bloodline power can only be manifested through cultivation.

"If you force it to move when its roots are unstable, you will often end up overdrawing your already limited physical strength."

"Qing, you should talk to your little disciple."

Even Chu Jiangli knew about it.

How could Luo Yeqing, who was originally a crazy cultivator, not know this?

"Lin Li has told her everything you said."

"Then why did she still...wait, what did Lin Li tell her?"

Chu Jiangli seemed to sense something was wrong and suddenly looked towards the center of the field.

I also sensed the surge of spiritual power.

Even the eternally hard ice on Luo Yeqing's face now showed a hint of worry.

At that time, Lin Li had already forced away Bai Lanyu's tyranny by swinging his sleeves.

An intimate dance music came at the intermission.

Bai Lanyu's originally long, shiny black hair had now turned pure silver-white.

The lotus on the forehead could no longer hold back its shy bud, and blossomed into a blood-red color.

Lin Li was deeply impressed by this state.

This is the elegance of the swordsman in the painting.

"You mastered this sword intent quite quickly."

Lin Li said this while glancing at the iron sword in his hand.

After all, it was a mortal product. Even though it had survived several rounds by relying on the spiritual energy it supplied, it had now become tattered.

Even his own palms were now covered with many light white scratches from the sword.

Although he had not been hit by the sword, he was still covered with scars.

Sharp through the skin.

But now Bai Lanyu has completely lost the desire to ask about the well-being of her senior brother.

Starry sky and lavender lawn.

Everything was spinning.

She could only see the sword in her hand.

I only remember that when Mudan came to him, Lin Li's wooden sword was plain and unpretentious.

So Bai Lanyu breathed in and out slowly.

The long filaments, which had been rendered silver, gradually floated up.

"No wind, no rain..."