You have a good chance, I accept it.

As a last resort, Ye Lin took out a drop of million-year-old spiritual milk and swallowed it, then closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

As the million-year-old spiritual milk entered his body, the damaged meridians in Ye Lin's body were constantly repaired.

The million-year-old spiritual milk is indeed a healing medicine. The meridians that were crushed by just one encounter were restored to their original state.

The immortal power in his body was constantly mobilized to suppress the violent sword intent in his body.

And Jian Wushuang in the distance had a struggling look on his face, his own breath was even more chaotic, and the immortal power was running around in his body.

"What happened to these two people? Why did they stop? Xuesha even healed his wounds directly in the battle?"

"I don't know, Xuesha was hit by Jian Wushuang's sword just now, and he must be in great pain now, and Jian Wushuang was obviously hit by Xuesha's sword."

"Now the two of them are in a stalemate? It seems that Xuesha's injuries are almost healed, why hasn't Jian Wushuang made any moves yet?"

"I don't know."

The people watching the battle around saw that both of them stopped attacking, and they were all puzzled.

The two were fighting fiercely just now, how come they are in a truce now?

"Huh, if there is no million-year spiritual milk, I might really have to leave because of this."

After a while, Ye Lin breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up. The injuries he had just suffered were fully recovered, and the aura around him was stronger than before.

"Xuesha, if your sword was not in the state of entering the Tao, I might really be in your way."

"The power of time, a sword contains fate, cause and effect, time, and the power of space. You are really excellent."

"Does this sword have a name?"

At this time, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his ordinary eyes.

"Remembrance."

Ye Lin looked at Jian Wushuang, who seemed to be fine, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. This Jian Wushuang was indeed not simple. He could be fine even after being hit by his own memories.

"Remembrance? What a good name."

Jian Wushuang raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a smile.

"Xuesha, we have almost finished testing each other, let's draw our swords."

"This is also the first time I have met an opponent who can make me draw my sword and take it seriously. I hope you won't let me down."

After Jian Wushuang finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, his eyes slightly focused, his face was unprecedentedly serious, and he heard his right hand slowly hooked up, and even let out a loud roar.

"Sword."

With a loud shout, the whole square was caught in a violent earthquake.

"What's going on? An earthquake? It shouldn't be. This is Longshou City, which is protected by a powerful formation. Even if this area is destroyed, Longshou City will not move at all."

"Look, the God... God Mountain has cracked."

Someone made a sound of fear, and everyone looked towards the God Mountain in the center.

The majestic and sacred God Mountain on weekdays cracked at this moment.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the huge God Mountain.

One after another, huge rocks fell along the God Mountain, as if to destroy the entire Longshou City.

Seeing this, the monks watching the battle all around began to take action to stop these huge rocks and stabilize the crumbling sacred mountain that was about to be destroyed.

The next moment, a shocking sword intent broke out, and the entire sacred mountain was instantly crushed to pieces by this overwhelming sword intent.

The overwhelming sword intent rose from Longshou City, disturbing the entire sky, and the clouds above the sky were also ruthlessly shattered.

In the endless sword intent, a magic sword slowly rose into the air, and bursts of sword sounds continued to be heard above the nine heavens.