In the battle situation, although he did not fall into a disadvantage in art and even had the upper hand, Lin Ye's internal strength was slightly insufficient after a long battle.

Ouyang Feng has such rich experience. Although he was only a little declining, he caught it in an instant. He couldn't help but feel a hint of joy in his eyes: "I think there is such a monster in the world, and I lack internal strength. Since that's the case, I will hold you back and slowly waste you to death."

Thinking of this, the snake staff in Ouyang Feng's hand now lacked three-point offensive, no longer as sharp as before. Facing Lin Ye's sword, he was attacked and retreated continuously. However, although his moves were completely suppressed, Lin Ye still could not break through the defense with his strong internal strength.

"Have you become a turtle? Sword, what is my sword? Ruthless sword, momentum, intention, technique, what is my sword?" Seeing that Ouyang Feng's offensive turned into a defensive, Lin Ye naturally knew what Ouyang Feng was fighting, but he didn't care. In this battle, only one person could be left. What's more urgent is when he would be famous in his sword and truly understand his sword.

In his mind, his swordsmanship and Ximen Chuxue's swordsmanship were confirmed by each other, but they were rejected by Lin Ye one by one. The swordsmanship in his hand became more and more fierce, the sword energy became colder and stronger, but Lin Ye knew that his swordsmanship was still standing still.

Not to mention Lin Ye's depression, Ouyang Feng was shocked. He originally thought that he had come up with a good way to turn from attack to defense, and wanted to drag Lin Ye to death, but he did not expect that when the attack to defense, Lin Ye's sword became more and more sharp and his sword skills became more and more tricky.

If this continues, he will not only not drag Lin Ye to death, but will instead drag himself to death.

"Bump!" The sword sticks intertwined again, and there was a muffled sound. Ouyang Feng flew away with force, then pressed his hands on the ground, spitting and sucking, making a cooing sound, like a huge frog rushing.

Toad skill.

After concentrating his mind and looking at it, Lin Ye knew in his heart that this toad skill and his sword-drawing force are similar to that of his own. They are both ways to use static to control the whole body to accumulate strength. If the opponent attacks, it will inevitably usher in an extremely fierce counterattack. If the opponent does not attack, then the power will be at its extreme and infinite power will often burst out.

There was no sign of panic at all. Lin Ye slowly wiped the sword body, and his energy and spirit were condensed at this moment, and he continued to improve Ouyang Feng's toad skills to show an opposite shape. Two different qi forces intersected in the air, making waves of air explosions.

The stone slabs on the ground and the tables and chairs around them were all shattered by the qi.

"When Ouyang Feng's martial arts skills were so diligent when he left Huashan. If this kid was still the Martial Saint, he would have come to earth, and he would have such cultivation at such an age." Seeing the two of them fighting, Hong Qigong showed a solemn look on his face, but he knew in his heart that this was already the last blow, the one that determines the victory or defeat of life and death. If he was one of them, Hong Qigong could only say that the battle situation was opened in five or five, and the victory or defeat of life and death was not known.

"But although both are improving momentum and strength, Ouyang Feng's deep internal strength is not comparable to this kid. His swordsmanship can only be achieved by finally improving his power, achieving what he said to be a sword and prove his Taoist sword, and then once again, he will have a chance of winning. Now the theory of life and death is open." Looking at the two people in the field, Hong Qigong said in his heart.

This is like Fu Hongxue, with one sword drawing technique, he integrated into his own way, the way of hatred, and his momentum reached the extreme, and he could not avoid it. Even when facing a master with more profound internal skills, he was not his enemy of one sword.

This is the role of potential.

"Tao, sword, what is Tao, what is sword? Ximen Chuxue? No, Lin Ye, Lin Ye's sword art should not be mixed with anything." Suddenly, a bright light suddenly appeared in Lin Ye's heart, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and the long sword in his hand shook, and the original condensation momentum was slightly loosened.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, but Ouyang Feng saw that Lin Ye's momentum suddenly changed for some reason. The toad skill was used, and his whole body was bombarded towards Lin Ye like a missile.

Buzz!

A sound of sword sound reflecting the light of the sun above the sky. A cold light reflected from the sword body, and then it appeared to cover the sky, like a cloud covering the sun. Whether it was Ouyang Feng, Hong Qigong, or the people present, there was only this cold sword shadow.

Beautiful and beautiful.

"Gu!"

The sword light dissipated, and Lin Ye was standing in the field, and a drop of blood gently slid from the tip of the sword.

"Ouyang Feng, thank you!" Looking at Ouyang Feng, keeping his still position, a faint smile appeared on his face, and Lin Ye fell straight to the ground.

"Good boy, good boy, this sword technique, Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Feng, you're not wronged. Even if Wang Chongyang reborn, he might not be able to compare with him." Seeing Lin Ye falling to the ground, Hong Qigong came to him in an instant, put his right hand on Lin Ye's pulse, and realized that he was just exhausted due to the exhaustion of all his strength and internal strength. Then he glanced at Ouyang Feng's body and couldn't help but breathe.

There was no trace of damage on his body. Without careful observation, he could see a master of Hong Qigong at first sight, but he could not find any external injuries.

"Well, you kid, you have reached this level. The sword in your hand is still like a rock. Is it really a sword like life?" When trying to remove the sword in Lin Ye's hand, Hong Qigong found that the sword was like a root. If he wanted to remove it, he would give up until he cut off Lin Ye's right hand, and sighed sincerely.

"Is Ouyang Feng dead?"

"There is one more person in this world who is like a magical power."

"It's not in vain for this life. If there are ten years in another, I'm afraid Lin Ye will be a martial arts myth."

"Haha, let's go, let's spread the news quickly. This world is about to change."

"The four wonders in the world have now become the three wonders."

After watching the Beggar Gang disciples packed up Ouyang Feng's body, and then the two of them fought, which had turned into a pile of ruins. The people in the Jianghu present suddenly shouted loudly, and then scattered but wanted to spread the amazing news.

Two months later, in the yard behind Nanhu Lake in Jiaxing

Lin Ye stood quietly in front of a pile of graves. The fallen leaves slid from the air and floated to Lin Ye's side, as if they were moved by something, circling constantly, and then soared up again.

There are three graves in total, and it is not the ones buried, but it can also be said to be people.

Because there are three swords buried here.

The first one was the wooden sword that Lin Ye practiced swords for the first time, the second one was Lin Ye's first iron sword, which was also the sword that fought Huang Yaoshi that day and killed Ouyang Ke, while the third one was the sword that was stained with Ouyang Feng's blood.

The first sword represents Lin Ye’s first path to entering the sword path.

The second sword is of texture. For a swordsman, the sword is also the most important part of his swordsmanship. That sword is not enough for Lin Ye to use his swordsmanship.

The third sword is a transformation. This sword witnessed Lin Ye's transformation and realized his own swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship is originally vague. In the end of the battle with Ouyang Feng, Lin Ye finally understood that the so-called ruthless swordsmanship and sentient swordsmanship were all subjectively added to him.

The sword path is the sword path. Ruthlessness is a kind of entry into the Tao, and sentient beings is a kind of entry into the Tao.

Without specific kendo, all kendos will only have one way in the end.

Nothing different, it is enough to not be influenced by the Tao of others and maintain the true self.

So now Lin Ye has no trace of Ximen Chuxue in his mind. Perhaps other people's swordsmanship will appear in the future, allowing Lin Ye to understand, and may interfere and influence. However, Lin Ye believes that he will never be interfered with and influenced by other people's swordsmanship, and become a vassal of other people's swordsmanship. Lin Ye is also looking forward to the arrival of that person.

"Brother Lin, I actually defeated my master a few days ago." At this moment, a happy voice came from the backyard. A woman wearing a long white and green gown came out of it. It was Cheng Yaojia, who was in Baoying County that day.

"This is not difficult." Looking at Cheng Yaojia, Lin Ye nodded slightly, indicating that he knew, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!