"Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!"

There were three dull sounds in a flash, with a short interval, and the sound did not seem to be very loud, but it felt particularly dull and penetrating, which made people feel inexplicably panicked.

Lin Yi rushed up the hillside above. Even with a heavy deer-skin bag, he was agile and climbed onto a big tree like a monkey.

However, at this moment, the strong wind hit and the trees swayed violently.

Lin Yi reacted quickly and firmly grasped the nearby tree trunk, so he did not fall down.

In a dense forest that was at least five or six miles away, there were two rays of blazing light shining, shuttled through at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Yi was shocked.

They were clearly two sword lights, and they were flying swords.

"Dong!"

Another blow, two flying swords hit each other, and another dull sound was made.

Lin Yi felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He saw that the trees in the forest were shattered in an instant, and the strong wind swept out like a tornado. Many broken branches sprinkled out like rain with the strong wind, and could be seen even in the dark.

The flying sword is a light and erotic thing, but the two fight each other makes such a sound. Such amazing power can be felt even if you look from a distance.

"Divine Thought Realm!"

Lin Yi's breathing had paused. This was definitely not just a practitioner in Chengtian realm, but at least he reached the divine thought realm!

Only when a practitioner who has reached the realm of divine thoughts condenses his true energy like a clumsy stone, and can he make such a sound and have such a terrible power.

There are already few people in the world who can sense qi and become practitioners. Most of them take eight to ten years from the Huangya realm to the Life Palace realm, and more than twenty years from the Life Palace realm to the Ruyi realm. The Ruyi realm to the Chengtian realm, the time is more than twice as long.

Therefore, most practitioners in the world are already in their seventies when they reach the Chengtian realm and have no time to break through to the Divine Thought realm.

The divine thoughts above the heavens, the saints, the wonderful truths, the divine confusions, and the number of people is extremely rare.

Even his father Lin Wangbei was already one of the military giants back then, but he had reached the middle level of Chengtian. At that time, among the 70,000 border troops ruled by his father, there were only two divine thought practitioners worshipped.

Most of the teachings in the South Heaven Academy were already geniuses with great speed in their practice, but they only reached the Chengtian realm before middle age.

In the world of practitioners, according to the habits of ancient times and present, practitioners who have reached the holy realm are called "sub-saints". If they have reached the wonderful realm, they have already been called "saints".

When the Yongzhou army was in a mutiny six years ago and the old and new dynasties changed, putting aside the Northern Wei Dynasty, there were only three "saints" who had cultivated to the wonderful realm of the realm of Miao Zhen, and were called the Three Saints of the South.

The Three Saints of the South are simply superior to the world of ordinary practitioners and cannot be touched. Most people even know the existence of these three people, but they don’t know the specific names at all.

The tall and thin old man Lin Yi met in the Qitian Academy library was above the realm of divine confusion, and must be one of the three saints, but Lin Yi could not know who he was and what his origin was.

Practitioners in the realm of divine thoughts are also often called "semi-saints". If they are not prominent and powerful, they are guarding one side, and there are cornerstones in the army.

The gap between low-level practitioners and divine mind realm practitioners is too big, just like the difference between a raccoon cat and a giant elephant. With Lin Yi's strength at this time, if he encounters Ruyi Realm, he may have a try, and he may be able to escape by chance when he encounters Chengtian Realm. However, when he encounters such a divine mind realm, he may not even have the power to fight back and cannot even escape.

"This is not like a new practitioner of the divine mind realm, but a semi-saint of the divine mind realm before entering Meishan. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the control of the true essence to be so smooth and casual when fighting."

"Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!"...

It was like a divine drum constantly clattering in the world. The two practitioners in the divine mind realm were like two huge ancient beasts raging in the mountains and forests. The wind continued, and even swept the silent miasma in the surrounding valleys.

A stream of miasma with a strange color rolled out from the depths of many forests like a poisonous dragon.

“…”

Lin Yi dared not come over to watch the battle. The miasma alone made him feel distressed.

He took off the deer skin bag on his back and stuck it on the tree. Then he climbed to the height of the tree. At least the miasma was mostly heavy and accumulated under the forest. When he climbed to the top of the tree, he felt much more comfortable all over.

Suddenly, there was a sharp roar in the forest, and a sword light seemed to go crazy. A sword wheel formed in the forest, instantly cutting off a circle of trees around it, and no trees of thickness were spared.

At the same time, another sword light shrank back and quietly floated back.

At the next moment, the two sword lights disappeared, and only the strong wind was still whistling out in the mountains and forests.

"Is the winner determined?"

Lin Yi waited for dozens of breaths and no longer moved.

But he didn't dare to go there immediately. After all, if it was a coincidence that the winner was the semi-saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty and was discovered by chance, it would be too late to regret.

After waiting for another cup of tea, Lin Yi quietly went down the tree, carried a deer-skin bag, and walked towards the forest.

He was cautious and kept smelling the smell in the air.

Most of the way was downhill, and he didn't walk slowly and quickly approached the battle place between the two semi-saints.

Suddenly, he smelled a bloody smell, mixed with a strange orchid fragrance.

His scalp exploded, his breathing stopped completely, and even his foot was lifted in the air, but he didn't dare to put his foot on it.

From the gap between the trees, he saw that an area in the forest was full of broken wood and a circle of collapsed trees.

One of the practitioners lay horizontally on the ground, and a terrifying sword wound directly tore the practitioner's chest to the back and holes. The inner organs had been shattered, and it was obviously gone.

The dead practitioner was wearing ordinary black cloth clothes, and it was impossible to tell whether he was a practitioner from the Southern Dynasties or the Northern Wei Dynasty, but at this time another winning practitioner had not left yet!

The practitioner leaned against a big tree that was cut in half and fell to his seat. His left half of his body was covered in blood, and his left arm was broken at the elbow.

However, the clothes worn by this practitioner were half-clothed and half-leather armor, narrow sleeves and narrow pants, which were clearly the clothes of Northern Wei practitioners.

The blood on the cultivator's arm had stopped, but at this time he closed his eyes tightly, his chest was undulating rhythmically, and his skin was inexplicably red, and a tiny air flow was surging under the skin like a thin snake. He was obviously refining some spiritual medicine with all his strength.

Lin Yi held his breath. He did not dare to make any moves, and did not make any sound as much as possible, hiding in this forest.

Even if this kind of practitioner is seriously injured, even if he is meditating and practicing, it is not something that a practitioner of his level can attack.

Lin Yi experienced many waits in his life, but this wait was even harder than waiting for news about his father back then. He had never been in contact with a practitioner in this state of divine thought before, and he had no idea what the other party's perception would be.

If this Northern Wei practitioner who was in the Divine Thought Realm woke up and found his existence, he might have died to the extreme.

He held his breath completely and entered the state of internal breathing. The blood flow became slower and his skin gradually became cold, but his perception became more acute.

In less than a stick of incense, the Northern Wei practitioner spat out a mouthful of blood and then stood up.

The moment she stood up, Lin Yi's heart almost couldn't help but beat violently.

The true energy of this Northern Wei practitioner surged, and a terrible aura spread out like a substance.

"If it weren't for our Northern Wei Dynasty, I would have discovered your existence first and injured you when I attacked you first, and I would have died in this battle."

"Li Qingming, I won this battle with disgrace, but this is a battle between the two dynasties, not a skill among practitioners."

The Northern Wei practitioner walked to the dead practitioner and felt very moved. His voice was indeed a strong Northern Wei accent.

However, he did not notice Lin Yi. After saying these two sentences, he bent down and packed the flying sword that the Northern Wei practitioners dropped on the ground and bags on their bodies. In the next moment, the Northern Wei practitioner took out a black square plate, looked at it, and his figure flashed and disappeared in the forest.

"Li Qingming, is this practitioner of our dynasty named Li Qingming?"
Chapter completed!