You have a good chance, I accept it.

On the surface, he doesn't care, but in fact, he has secretly begun to hold back his ultimate move.

"I am an innate sword body. I have an innate sword body. With one word, all swords will surrender."

Jian Wushuang stood high in the air, countless sword energy bursting out around him.

The eyes were extremely indifferent and expressionless, as if they were a piece of cold stone.

"Sword rises."

Jian Wushuang softly uttered two words. In an instant, the color of the world changed. Tens of thousands of sword auras began to roll up from the ground around him, and countless sword auras surrounded him.

The dense sword energy formed a huge sword energy storm, and the sword energy storm swept around.

"cut."

Countless sword energy storms suddenly swept towards Ye Lin. This extremely rich sword energy storm was enough to turn any true immortal monk into powder in an instant.

"Time pauses."

Ye Lin looked at the storm of sword energy in front of him, his face did not waver at all, he just raised his hand and pointed lightly.

In an instant, a ripple invisible to the naked eye continued to spread forward. Wherever it passed, the sword energy was suspended in mid-air.

"The power of time? Interesting."

Jian Wushuang watched as his sword energy storm stayed motionless at the center, and a trace of humanity flashed through his eyes.

"Meteor Saint Fist."

In Jianwu's eyes, Ye Lin disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of him.

Feeling the surging immortal power fluctuations on Ye Lin's body in front of him, Jian Wushuang retreated. No matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than Ye Lin?

I saw Ye Lin's punch hitting Jian Wushuang's chest without any suspense, driving Jian Wushuang's entire body heavily into the ground.

As a result, the sword energy storm behind him lost control and turned the square upside down.

"interesting."

Jian Wushuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Ye Lin with a smile.

"With this sword, I will cut off your path."

Jian Wushuang placed his fingers together in front of his eyes, and saw the space in front of him fluctuating violently, and in the violently fluctuating space, a small bloody sword slowly condensed.

The bloody sword became more and more solid, and bursts of terrifying aura that was difficult to describe in words emitted from it.

Feeling the aura coming from the bloody sword, Ye Lin's expression gradually became serious.

This one cannot be avoided.

Almost instantly, these six words appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously felt that this sword had nowhere to hide.

"This sword, remembrance."

Ye Lin also narrowed his eyes. Jian Wushuang's sword was meant to kill him. If an ordinary person encountered the bloody sword, he would definitely die.

Now that the killing move has been launched, there is no need to hide it.

As soon as Ye Lin finished speaking, the air flowed through his fingertips, and invisible forces flowed through his fingertips.

A small transparent sword that only he could see condensed on his fingertips.

"go."

"go."

Almost instantly, the two of them flicked their fingers almost simultaneously, and immediately, the two small swords flew towards each other in a staggered manner.

In just an instant, the bloody sword penetrated Ye Lin's chest, and drops of golden blood dripped. Ye Lin looked at his chest in disbelief.

Although he was ready, he didn't know when the bloody sword penetrated his chest.

The same was true for Jian Wushuang on the opposite side. He was hit by Ye Lin's magic sword without even seeing it clearly.

At this time, Jian Wushuang was floating quietly in mid-air with his eyes closed, motionless.

Ye Lin wanted to take advantage of this moment to take action, but he couldn't do it. The immortal power in his body was chaotic, and there was even an extremely powerful sword energy that was constantly destroying his meridians and internal organs.