The vast sword goes up to the blue sky, and the desert yellow sand enters the nine mysteries.

Ye Linfeng fought with a sword, and he wanted to break into the Thousand Machines City and break through the eight gates alone.

・・・・・・ the region of the Northern Desert, outside the city of thousands of machines, the yellow sand is long, and in the tavern, one person drinks alone, and fires a heroic atmosphere.

The young man in the green shirt cocked Erlang's legs, picked up a jar of fruit wine unique to the Northern Desert, and went down to the belly of the jar, and a group of black-shirted swordsmen came from outside the tavern, flying and domineering.

The tavern was originally small, and there were more than a dozen people in the group who came, and the chairs in the tavern were limited, and several black-shirted swordsmen saw that Ye Linfeng was alone, their expressions were indifferent, and they drank by themselves.

These black-shirted swordsmen stepped forward, menacing, with a look of disdain in their eyes.

"Don't you give up a place for these grandfathers, do you hear?" said one of the black-shirted swordsmen who walked in, his tone arrogant and domineering.

Ye Linfeng has seen too much of this kind of goods, and replied lightly: "Which mad dog is biting people everywhere?"

When these black-shirted swordsmen who came towards him heard this, they immediately became angry and drew their swords.

"I'm impatient, dare to mess with you uncles. A black-shirted swordsman looked murderous.

"Which sect's temper is not small. Ye Linfeng had already seen that the realms of these dozen black-shirted swordsmen were all at the peak of the Dao I realm, and they were not much different from him, so naturally there was no need to hide like a cultivator who had seen the immortal realm.

"Hey, I'm afraid, you listen to grandpa, my ancestor is Duanmu Bai, the lord of Sword City. A black-shirted swordsman raised his eyebrows to the sky when he talked about his ancestor.

"How could Sword City teach a disciple like you, who is flying and domineering, and the dog is powerful. Ye Linfeng is trying to practice his skills, and the sea spirit in his body needs to be further integrated with his body.

"Look for death!" a black-shirted swordsman couldn't help it, and slashed forward with a sword.

Speaking of the disciples of Sword City, the sword that came from this split was full of murderous aura and full of strength.

Ye Linfeng was still sitting on the chair, crossing Erlang's legs, holding the wine jar containing half a jar of fruit wine in his hand, only to see him kick the table with his feet, and even the chair fell back and withdrew, the wine jar in his hand did not shake, and the fruit wine in the jar did not spill.

The sword slashed by the black-shirted swordsman was naturally not faster than Ye Linfeng, and more than a dozen black-shirted swordsmen rushed up, drew their swords and ran, wanting to split Ye Linfeng into eight petals.

Ye Linfeng threw the wine jar in his hand forward and smashed it into the surging black-shirted swordsmen, one of the black-shirted swordsmen slashed into the sky, and the wine jar shattered in response.

It seems that this black-shirted swordsman is the little head of these dozen black-shirted swordsmen, and he actually stepped into the fugue realm with one foot.

"Get out of your sword!" said the little head of the black-shirted swordsman.

Ye Linfeng didn't reply to him, and pulled out the wooden sword behind him, "It turned out to be a wooden sword, and you dared to take a wooden sword to fight with me, I think you are tired of it." Seeing that Ye Linfeng pulled out an inconspicuous wooden sword without a sheath and a bladeless, and it was not a mahogany sword that exorcises demons and warded off evil spirits, the little head immediately laughed wildly.

"A wooden sword is enough. Ye Linfeng said, swung his sword and slashed away.

The sword qi slashed away, and the sound of breaking the wind whistled by.

The little head of the black-shirted swordsman also had some skills, the cyan giant sword was horizontal in front of him, and he swung out of the sword, and dissolved Ye Linfeng's sword qi with a single stroke.

"Some skills, not exactly a straw bale. Ye Linfeng knew that the disciples of Sword City didn't dare to say anything else, but their swordsmanship was much stronger than that of ordinary sect disciples.

Ye Linfeng raised his fingers and wiped them on the sword, and at the same time said the Dao language of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect: Solve the three truths on the outside, and guard the nine essences on the inside.

These eight words are taken from a Taoist secret book of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, he has read many Taoist secret books in the Washing Scripture Pavilion since he was a child, and knows the importance of some Taoist secret words.

At this time, the sword body of the osmanthus wooden sword turned red, and at the same time, the eight words appeared, and the eight words were blood-red, dripping blood.

When the time came, the eight words on the sword body turned red, which was the moment when the murderous aura of this wooden sword was the heaviest, Ye Linfeng narrowed Danfeng's eyes, and his eyes showed murderous intent.

The sword body shook, and the strict sword qi swung away, and the black-shirted swordsman felt this murderous aura, and the first strike was strong, waving the giant sword in his hand, and slashing it away without the slightest drag.

The cyan sword light roared in, Ye Linfeng flew out of the wooden sword, sealed his hands, and controlled the wooden sword to slash towards the cyan sword light.

Sword City is known for slashing the world's demons with a sword in its hand and is famous in the entire Biji Continent, and the sword does not leave the hand, which is the most basic criterion, and there is no sword flying sword.

Ye Linfeng knew that he was definitely inferior to the other party in the fight with the small head of this black-shirted swordsman with a sword, since the flying sword was not what the other party was good at, then he would come to the flying sword.

Ye Linfeng has already cultivated the natal sword element, and the control of the flying sword is hand-to-hand, even more flexible than holding the sword.

The cyan sword light is really extremely powerful, and the power of the giant sword is even more extraordinary, Ye Linfeng wanted to resolve this move, and used the hairpin flower sword rain.

The hairpin flower sword rain is the superior swordsmanship of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, and the sword moves are extremely mysterious, but Ye Linfeng has not fully comprehended the sword intent.

Hundreds of sword shadows formed a circle, the sword light flickered, and the sword qi jumped on the sword body, and the murderous aura was undisguised.

Just when all the black-shirted swordsmen thought that Ye Linfeng's hairpin sword rain was going to dissolve the giant sword's cyan sword qi, the sword shadows in a circle shot towards the little head, hundreds of sword shadows were shaped like hairpins, and the needles pierced the small head of the black-shirted swordsman, no matter how he waved the giant sword in his hand, he couldn't resolve it, obviously the flexibility of the giant sword was much inferior to the hairpin sword rain turned into a wooden sword.

The wooden sword flew towards the little head of the black-shirted swordsman, and without the weapon to defend himself, how could the cyan sword qi break?

I saw that Ye Linfeng was not panicked, his body did not move at all, he was as steady as Dayue, and he was not afraid of the cyan sword qi cut by this giant sword.

"Great Dao Imprint, Open!" Ye Linfeng Dahe said, and the golden striped Dao Seal around his body appeared, and the cyan sword qi of the giant sword shook his body hard.

The power of this cyan sword qi slashed by the black-shirted swordsman was indeed not to be underestimated, the thunder on Ye Linfeng's body sounded, and the cyan sword light seemed to hit a piece of dark iron, and Ye Linfeng's body was not cut off.

"Hairpins and sword rain. Ye Linfeng drank again, and the sword shadows turned into by the wooden sword increased by hundreds of them, and the energy of the sea spirit in his body was exerted to the extreme.

A few seconds later, the body of the black-shirted swordsman's little head was pierced into a sieve, and Ye Linfeng actually broke into the Divine Journey Realm.

Ye Linfeng narrowed Danfeng's eyes, his expression was still calm as usual, but there was a little more murder in his eyes・・・・・・