Lin Yi wanted to challenge Wuming, not only was the shock of the people present, but the audience and fans in the live broadcast room were also in a state of excitement.

The collision between contemporary martial arts myths and previous generation martial arts myths!

Wuming raised his hand and stopped Jian Chen who was about to get angry. He looked at Lin Yi and nodded and said, "Okay!"

Jian Chen retreated angrily.

Wuming knew in his heart that although Jian Chen was also talented, under his guidance, he had achieved innateness at a young age and his sword skills were also good.

But it is still a little different from Dongfang Bubai, Ren Woxing, and Feng Qingyang's masters.

Being able to defeat the Sword Saint is just because he has the intention to do so and takes advantage of it.

But Dongfang Bubai, Ren Woxing, Feng Qingyang and others were all defeated by Lin Yi, and Jian Chen was still a little tender.

"please!"

Lin Yi nodded in agreement when he saw Wuming, and with a "cang", the four-foot green breeze was unsheathed.

As for Jian Chen, he didn't take a look at it any more.

Wuming sat still, not even trying to get up, and said with a smile: "Get a move!"

Lin Yi frowned slightly. Anyone who was despised so much would be a little unhappy. Wuming actually wanted to sit and compete with him?

But he knew that Wuming was definitely not an arrogant and targetless person, so he immediately concentrated his mind and prepared to set off his sword.

With just a concentration, Lin Yi frowned again.

Although Wuming seemed to be sitting in place casually, his aura was as imposing as a mountain. Every part of his body was in the right position, and he echoed and connected with each other. His whole body was integrated, and there was no gap to drill.

Although Lin Yi's sword skills were super magical, facing Wuming who could not sit still, he felt that his Dugu Nine Swords that were rampant around the world had become awkward, making him dare not act rashly.

The two of them had a full stalemate.

Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling, Wu Ziling, Jian Sheng, Jian Chen, Buxu, and the Four Swordsman of Meilan, Bamboo and Jujube were all watching with all their attention, and they did not relax because the two of them did not take action.

Dugu Nine Swords are originally the sword technique for attack.

This is the first time Lin Yi has encountered this situation today, but he has decided to take the initiative to attack and then adapt to the situation.

Unexpectedly, his shoulders moved slightly and Wuming's eyes pierced.

Lin Yi was slightly stunned and stopped immediately. The two had already fought invisibly.

He already understood that the two of them were equal in terms of swordsmanship.

Wuming's swordsmanship is no less than Dugu Nine Swords, or rather, Wuming has already understood the mystery of Dugu Nine Swords.

If the martial arts masters such as Ren Woxing can understand the mystery of Dugu Nine Swords, Wuming, the martial arts myth is absolutely true.

Lin Yi was not discouraged and wanted to make several moves in succession. However, as long as his body moved slightly, the tip of the sword was raised slightly, and Wuming, who could not sit still, could immediately fight him with his eyes.

The two of them moved slightly with their eyes and postures. In just a short time, they passed more than a hundred moves, and it was difficult to decide the outcome.

Among these more than a hundred moves, Lin Yi's body seemed to be moving, and Wuming's eyes were like a sharp sword. He broke through and stabbed Lin Yi's forehead, throat, shoulders, neck, heart, mouth, ribs, and dantian all the way.

It seems that there is sword energy everywhere!

Although Lin Yi was safe and sound, he was shocked by Wuming's eyes. What is the situation?

Wuming has not moved, but his eyes are just his eyes. Why does it seem like there is sword energy?

At this time, the sword saint exclaimed: "Wu Ming, you have reached the realm of the Heavenly Sword! The sword has clouds, metaphysical swords, no one in ancient times, and thousands of swords are respected and worshipped like gods. Although I am a sword, I am always a sword. I have to surrender before the Heavenly Sword. I didn't expect that I could still see the magic of the Heavenly Sword when I was alive. God is not bad to me!"

He paused, looked at Lin Yi again, and exclaimed: "The young man is young and his swordsmanship has reached its peak. He is not inferior to me, which is also amazing!"

The words of the Sword Saint broke the deadlock, Lin Yi took the sword and returned it to the sheath, and said, "The Heavenly Sword is truly famous."

Although he had not really taken action, Lin Yi already understood that if he really took action, he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat Wuming.

Wuming just sat upright and competed with him with his eyes, so he was invincible.

Especially the mysterious and mysterious sword energy made Lin Yi understand that Wuming had probably reached a higher level of martial arts.

Perhaps it is what the Sword Saint calls “Sky Sword!”

What is this realm?

Lin Yi carefully experienced the process of the two "fighting" and fell into deep thought.

This is just a swordsman, his pursuit of a higher level.

Lin Yi has a system in his body and has already set his sights on the Nine Turns Mysterious Technique among the most advanced techniques, which is a skill that starts with the great god Pangu.

It is just a nameless one, but only the light of fireflies under the bright moon.

But this did not stop Lin Yi from his persistence and deep thought at this moment. He vaguely felt that after a battle with Wuming, he had touched a threshold, leading to a higher level of martial arts.

When Lin Yi left Zhonghua Pavilion and went to the capital with Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling, Wuyao, Sijianshi and others, he was still in deep thought.

He was addicted to this mysterious and mysterious realm, so he couldn't even care about live broadcasts. Fortunately, the cameras of the following instruments were followed automatically.

Everyone came to the capital without any haste.

It was autumn now, the maple leaves on the West Mountain were red, and the jade dew on the Tianjie was white.

Beijing, August 13th, early morning.

Li Yanbei walked out of the twelfth of his thirty mansions and strided along the street filled with morning mist. The jar of bamboo leaves and half an hour of love last night did not make him look tired at all.

He is eight feet tall, strong and energetic. He has thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, eagle nose, and a serious face always has a close-to-brutal expression, which looks like a leopard just emerging from the primitive forest.

No matter who sees him, he will not help but show a bit of respect and awe, and he will never underestimate himself.

Ten years ago, he was one of the most powerful people in the ancient city. He was about ten feet behind him and followed a group of people. He almost had to run at a speed to keep up with his steps.

Among this group of people are the chief escorts of the three major escort agencies in Beijing, the leaders and group leaders of the East and West cities "on the poles", the big boss who has done a very successful business and the manager of the money house.

There are still a few people who have been in the capital for more than ten years, but no one has ever been able to understand their origins and identities.

They are rich and successful middle-aged people, and no one wants to walk out of their warm and comfortable home in such an early morning and run on the streets in the cold wind. But every morning, they have to go like this.

Because Li Yanbei likes to walk along his fixed route for half an hour when the morning light is first revealed.
Chapter completed!