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Volume Two: Xiao Li Flying Knife Chapter 182 Endless Changes

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    Lin Ye shouted softly, and turned the long sword in his hand, turning it from stabbing to slashing and sweeping forward. The sword swept out like an endless wave and headed towards Fu Cailin with an astonishing momentum.  ¡÷¡é This sword sweeps out both offense and defense. Even with Fu Cailin's ability, it is difficult to find a gap in the wonderful swordsmanship of Yi in an instant. The mysterious method of using people to fight with swords and fighting enemies with swords was naturally broken by Lin Ye.  .  But with this change, Lin Ye has escaped from the trance state, and his traceless moves have become traceable.  The Yi sword in Fu Cailin's hand swung and suddenly disappeared between heaven and earth. Lin Ye gathered his mind, and the long sword in his hand moved with his body, mind, and spirit. He looked at the little light condensed on the sword's edge in front of him as if it was nothing, and he knew it had stopped.  God wants to act, and the sword sweeps across.  The sword in Lin Ye's hand and the Yi sword in Fu Cailin's hand had disappeared into the air, and only the sonorous sound of the continuous clash of gold and iron reached their ears.  The two of them suddenly separated, standing still and looking at each other.  The stone table between the two suddenly made a crisp sound, and then suddenly turned into lime all over the sky. Fu Cailin looked at Lin Ye and said slowly: "I integrate the principles of chess into the sword, and I use every move to predict the enemy's first move.  This is the subtlety of Yi's swordsmanship." Hearing Fu Cailin's words, Lin Ye couldn't help but shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's not just that. If that's all, your Yi's swordsmanship is exquisite, but it's not worthy of my surprise.  Your Yijian has come to life, and it has been integrated with your Tao." Fu Cailin didn't speak. The Yijian tilted slightly from his hand and stared at Lin Ye.  A cold light flashed, and the sword in Lin Ye's hand swung out again.  Invisible sword, unintentional sword, even Lin Ye didn't know how he swung this sword, and where he was going to swing this sword.  After this sword swing, Fu Cailin's expression suddenly changed.  Because he suddenly found that he had no way to master Lin Ye's sword. This was Wang Jian's casual sword.  With this sword thrust out of the sky, the white clouds that had tightly blocked the sun suddenly dispersed, and the sun shone on the water, reflecting crystal flashes of light.  When the sword was halfway swung from Lin Ye's hand, it was suddenly full of life, just like spring when flowers bloom.  It was full of life.  But Fu Cailin's expression suddenly changed, just because in this sword, under the endless vitality, Fu Cailin felt the terrible destruction and endless death.  The Yi sword burst into millions of light points and shrouded Lin Ye's body. However, the moment it touched the long sword in Lin Ye's hand, these light points melted instantly like ice and snow being illuminated by the scorching sun.  Swords also have spirits, and now the sword in Lin Ye's hand has awakened.  As if the long sword suddenly had its own thoughts and spirituality, Lin Ye's thoughts remained unmoved.  But the hand has been moved by the sword.  A mysterious sword mark streaked through the air, and the sword stabbed towards Fu Cailin's vital part as if there was nothing there.  An unavoidable sword struck out. Fu Cailin felt that all his energy and energy were locked by this sword.  As soon as the Yi sword in his hand was turned and the sword was engaged, Lin Ye suddenly felt infinite energy coming from the sword.  This energy poured into Lin Ye's body and instantly clashed with the true energy in his body.  Although this energy is strong, like the wind and clouds in the sky, misty and unpredictable, it is still inferior to the inner energy in Lin Ye's body, and it was defeated the moment it came into contact.  Lin Ye gave a soft drink.  The sword in his hand and himself are no longer separate from each other.  This is the real Ren Jian Ru Yi. At this moment, Lin Ye seemed to have turned into a sharp sword.  Being able to clearly feel everything around you is really mysterious and incredible.  When the sword was thrust out, everything became clear, all the fog was dispersed, Yi Jian had been put down, Fu Cailin's eyes were full of incredible and amazing.  "Yi swordsmanship, using people to fight with swords. Fighting enemies with swords, it is true." Lin Ye stopped and sheathed the sword and sighed softly, and then said to Fu Cailin after a long time.  "The Tao is like entering the truth, but if so, you will never be able to enter the Mahayana. One of the things I am most proud of is creating the art of Yi Sword. It is just the art of Yi Sword, not the meaning of Tao, but the exploration of life in it.  , Cognition." Fu Cailin shook his head slightly after listening to Lin Ye's words.  "It's exactly what you said, let's draw the sword again." Lin Ye nodded slightly, raised his sword lightly and looked at Fu Cailin.  This battle must have one outcome, and this battle can only have one outcome.  Fu Cailin was speechless. He waved the Yi sword in his hand again. This sword was swung out from Fu Cailin's hand. When the sword light appeared, Lin Ye suddenly felt a sense of loss.  Lin Ye¡¯s eyes? has been completely closed. At this moment, Lin Ye has no distracting thoughts at all, and his heart is pure white.  The blowing of the wind, the change of clouds, the cycle of life, Fu Cailin's sword, everything is in Lin Ye's spiritual feeling.  The sword in Lin Ye's hand was like a poisonous dragon at this moment, full of indescribable vitality, but also had an indescribable aura of death.  The swords of the two are no longer swords. They are a confrontation of Tao and a meeting of intentions.  The eyes of the two people were filled with enthusiasm and pursuit. They were pursuing what they expected.  "Three swords meet, the fourth sword is also the last sword, the sword that witnesses the victory of life and death. There is no need for hundreds of moves, only these short few moves are enough.  An indescribable brilliance burst out from the eyes of the two people. The swords in their hands were swung out from their hands almost at the same time, and the sword blades stabbed towards each other at almost the same speed.  In the air, the long sword in Lin Ye's hand collided with the Yijian sword in Fu Cailin's hand. Suddenly, a blue crystal-colored light burst out from the center of the collision between the two swords.  There was an almost deafening sound of gold and iron, and the surrounding lake water seemed to be churning like a dragon. The lake water was like boiling water, and bubbles were popping up one by one.  The light between heaven and earth, as well as the sound, disappeared at the moment when their swords intersected. The changes in their swords had been exhausted, just like dry spring water.  The moment the two sheathed their swords, a light, a spiritual light suddenly appeared in front of Lin Ye's eyes.  Almost without Lin Ye's control, Lin Ye's right hand suddenly waved again, and the sword in his hand began to vibrate and emit a crisp sword cry, just like the devil's whisper.  The long sword in his hand moved towards the spiritual light.  And as Lin Ye waved the sword in his hand again, Fu Cailin's eyes suddenly revealed an incredible and extremely stunning look.  The sword in Lin Ye's hand originally died at the moment when all changes were exhausted, but now he is alive again. Not only is he alive, he also has infinite vitality and endless changes.  Now that Lin Ye's sword has undergone a new change, but Fu Cailin's sword has exhausted all changes, the outcome of this battle is naturally self-evident.  The sword thrust out without any intention of retreating, and Fu Cailin stood there without any intention of evading.  Pfft!  The sword passed through the chest, bringing up a string of blood flowers, and at the same time the entire pavilion collapsed.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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