"Master asked you to see her.￠￡" When my mind changed, a sudden sound of footsteps came into Lin Ye's ears. After a while, Fu Junyu's voice came from outside the door.

Has it been a day?

Hearing Fu Junyu's voice, Lin Ye realized that it was already daytime at this moment.

I just felt that wandering in Lin Ye, but it was only a moment later, but in fact, a day had passed?

He slowly stood up and put the Changsheng Art beside him in his arms and put it away. Lin Ye stood up and walked towards the door.

When he opened the door, he saw Fu Junyu standing in front of the door with a expressionless face. The sunshine in the sky outside was blocked by dark clouds, making Lin Ye unable to tell what time it was at this moment.

Lin Ye asked Fu Junyu, "When is it now?"

"Just just passed the morning." Fu Junyu said to Lin Ye after a glance.

After saying that, Fu Junyu didn't wait for Lin Ye and led the way straight ahead.

After two bends, Fu Junyu stopped, turned to Lin Ye and said, "Master pointed out that you can see you alone, go by yourself, and walk straight along the Apricot Bridge."

His tone was cold, and his eyes seemed to look at a dead person.

Ignoring Fu Junyu, Lin Ye stepped onto the wooden bridge with his feet and went straight ahead. After passing the two buildings, there was a corridor passage. When passing through this corridor passage, he saw a pool.

There is a spacious pavilion in the pool, where Fu Cailin sat upright in the pavilion, like a god.

After seeing Fu Cailin's figure, Lin Ye no longer continued to walk forward, but stood quietly in place and looked directly at Fu Cailin.

Fu Cailin was still sitting upright in the pavilion, his eyes tightly closed without any movement.

Lin Ye knew that this was Fu Cailin waiting for him. At this moment, Fu Cailin's energy and spirit were already at its peak, but he was not like that. If he entered the pavilion, it would be the time to start a war. At that time, no matter how others were, he would be at a disadvantage in terms of energy and spirit.

He had already lost three points before the battle.

So Lin Ye stopped, regulating his energy and spirit, and wanted to return to his peak state in the shortest time.

After about three quarters of an hour, Lin Ye's steps suddenly moved.

Stepping onto the wooden bridge entering the pavilion, your steps are steady and powerful, and the size of each step is exactly the same. It is as light and heavy, and naturally produces an unusual rhythm and rhythm.

At the same time, Lin Ye's mind has been promoted to the realm of unity of human and sword, as if I were in my heart, I had no victory or defeat, neither happy nor afraid, all my expectations and everything were thrown behind Lin Ye. Now there was only Fu Cailin and the sword in his hand.

Every time he took a step, Lin Ye's sword intent became heavier. When Lin Ye passed through the wooden bridge and came to the pavilion of Chixin, the sword intent on Lin Ye's body had reached an incredible level, like a sharp sword blade showing its sharpness, dazzling and dazzling.

If an ordinary warrior faces Lin Ye now, he may have been defeated by the sword intent on Lin Ye before he even fought.

The sword intent soared into the sky like a burning fire. However, the moment Linye stepped into the pavilion, an inexplicable aura came from Fu Cailin.

Two extremely different auras collided, and the sword intent that was stepping into Lin Ye's body was weakened by the inexplicable aura that came from Fu Cailin.

When Lin Ye completely stepped into the pavilion, all the sword intent on his body disappeared.

At the same time, the inexplicable aura on Fu Cailin was also gone. Lin Ye looked straight at Fu Cailin, one of the three martial arts masters in the world.

Fu Cailin also stared at Linye without blinking, on the stone table in the center of the pavilion. The Yi Jian, which was Mingxiong Tianxia, ​​was placed flat on the table, without a scabbard, four feet and five inches long and two inches wide, with a fluorescent green light on the sword body, and the handle and handguard were covered with spiral patterns. The shape was elegant and ancient.

Fu Cailin's hands went down vertically, and the sword was just on the stone table.

But when Lin Ye's eyes swept to the Yi Jian, his face suddenly changed, because Lin Ye actually felt a breath of life, as if the Yi Jian had life. It was closely linked to Fu Cailin's life.

Give Lin Ye a wonderful feeling that this Yi Jian is like Fu Cailin.

"Please sit." He slowly raised his left hand and Fu Cailin said.

Lin Ye sat down as he spoke, looking directly at Fu Cailin without saying anything.

After a long time, Fu Cailin sighed and said, "Central Yuan is really a spirit of the Earth Bo people, which is not comparable to Goguryeo. He is actually a talented person like you. It's a pity that I created the Yijian technique to seek successors. But for more than 40 years, I have only found three disciples, which can be called a material that can be created. However, their achievements are limited, and it is impossible to reach the level of a master."

"Did you have a murderous idea?" Feeling a faint palpitation, Lin Ye looked at Fu Cailin and said.

"It's not right." Fu Cailin nodded, then shook his head again.

"You should have a murderous idea, just because this sword-certification with you is a life-and-death battle. I will not hold back no matter what. I should make all my strength. Either I defeat you or I will die under your Yi Jian. There is no second possibility. So you should also hold the belief that you will die." Lin Ye's eyes stared at Fu Cailin tightly and said in a deep voice.

Hearing Lin Ye's words, Fu Cailin sighed again: "In the days I have lived, I have been trying to find and think about some mysterious and unfathomable thing; I vaguely feel that this thing exists in a certain place of thinking and feeling. In the moment of planning, I seem to feel its existence, and it is the meaning of life, which can break mediocrity for me and transcend the existence of all things in nature. I understand that it is my way, and on the way to find life, I am also pursuing the key that opens the mysterious treasure house of potential in the human body."

Lin Ye stared at Fu Cailin tightly, knowing in his heart that this was Fu Cailin telling his understanding of Tao and the Tao he was pursuing.

This has shown that Fu Cailin has made a choice, life or death enlightenment.

After Fu Cailin finished speaking, Lin Ye spoke squarely.

"I learned swords from my newborn life just to gain the power to protect myself, but on the way to learn swords, I also understood, understood swords, and became obsessed with them. I regard it as life, and I have nothing else to ask for except to pursue the supreme swordsmanship." His eyes were full of firmness, and Lin Ye looked at Fu Cailin and said slowly.

When Fu Cailin heard Lin Ye's words, Fu Cailin's eyes suddenly changed. To a certain extent, Lin Ye and Fu Cailin are the same kind of people. Fu Cailin can pay all the price and even life to pursue the true meaning of life, and Lin Ye is the same in order to pursue the supremacy of swordsmanship.

"At this point, I don't know your name." Fu Cailin looked at Lin Ye and said lightly.

"Linye."

"Please stop." Fu Cailin smiled and said to Lin Ye.

At the same time, the Yi Jian on the table suddenly trembled slightly, then jumped up and fell into Fu Cailin's hand. At the same time, the sword in Lin Ye's hand had also been slowly pulled out.

The two of them had a confrontation of their eyes, like fire. The momentum and momentum were only separated by a round stone table of more than eight feet, but they could not feel the energy leaking out at all.

The two of them looked at each other. Lin Ye suddenly felt that everything around him had disappeared. The stone table, pavilion, pool water, and the sound of the wind were all in Lin Ye's eyes, ears, and perceptions when the Yi sword fell into Fu Cailin's hand.

Naturally, they did not really disappear, because Lin Ye's spirit was all concentrated on Fu Cailin and the Yi sword in his hand, not looking at it, but only meeting it with spirit. Therefore, everything around him had disappeared completely in Lin Ye's perception, which was an extremely mysterious state.

The Yi sword in Fu Cailin's hand suddenly began to tremble. It emitted a clear sound of a sword like a blue bird, like the sound of nature from the clouds of the nine heavens, and like the spell of the eighteen levels of hell. The sword emitted a brilliant blue light. The beauty of the picture was beyond any beauty in the world and the moving lines that were in the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

Suddenly a trace of water mist rose around the pavilion. The water mist was like the blue smoke from the incense burner, condensed into a linear shape, and around the stone table, it was like a stream of water and surrounded by the tip of the Yi Jian. In an instant, it condensed into a ball of smoke, and the sword edge turned into a little green light. It looked like the immortal starlight lingering in the clouds, and rushed towards the position between his eyes like a meteor.

This little starlight is like a magic power that captures souls. As long as the forest leaves have a little gap, they will suppress their souls and be ridden by them. They are extremely beautiful and terrifying.

Lin Ye's expression became extremely serious. Although Fu Cailin said that his sword art was not a sword art, Lin Ye's opinion was indeed attained by the realm of perfection that had reached the extreme of palm creation. It can be said that it was the unparalleled sword technique in the world.

The long sword in Lin Ye's hand suddenly drew a small circle in the air, filled with unfathomable but in line with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. The starlight light that pierced out with one sword like a smoke ball suddenly dissipated.

Lin Ye's eyes were full of excitement. For the first time, Lin Ye knew that Fu Cailin's sword art was indeed extremely wonderful. The exquisite thing was that he combined all his soul's feelings with the sword. Everything he felt when he saw externally was empty, and only the perception of the soul was real.

If you don’t understand Fu Cailin’s realm, you will not have the qualification to fight with him at all.

"Zheng!" A symphony of gold and iron resounded, and suddenly there was an inexplicable energy on the long sword in Lin Ye's hand, which appeared in the circle, and then the energy surrounded by the smoke ball above Fu Cai and Lin Yi's sword.

Just as the sword energy intersected with the smoke ball, everything suddenly disappeared, and suddenly there were star dots on the table. Then, like the sword light before, all of them attacked Lin Ye at an extremely fast speed.

Every little star light is like the eternal stars in the sky, maintaining a constant and unchanging taste in the changing and moving.

What surprised Lin Ye even more was that these star dots turned towards the flaws in Lin Ye’s sword.

No matter what, there are flaws in the sword moves.

Sword technique is a method of transformation into Taoism, but as long as it is not perfect, there are naturally flaws, and Lin Ye is naturally no exception. However, compared to others, Lin Ye's flaw is really small, so it seems that the sword technique is a perfect sword.

Moreover, even in the battle with the masters, Lin Ye can still achieve perfection in one sword and make up for the flaws of the other sword.

The flaw is not just a flaw, but the most exquisite thing in the sword moves.

But at this moment, Lin Ye found that no matter how he changed, he could not avoid the ending of his sword being targeted by Fu Cailin.

Yi Jianzhi, this is Yi Jianzhi.
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