Douluo's martial arts sketch wheel eye and sound of thunder fruit

Hearing what Sword Spirit said, Ling Yu gasped.

Unexpectedly, the situation was so urgent that the other party used such a method.

"Well, if the God Realm cannot withstand this turbulence of time and space, I don't know if the inheritance of the God's Mansion you have left here will still be useful! Unless the God Realm has left many of the God's Mansion inheritance here. Get a divine clone and leave your own divine position, otherwise it will be really difficult to face the attack from the enemy plane!"

Ling Yu's complexion was also a little gloomy. From this point of view, he needs to urge Dong'er to obtain the inheritance of the Rakshasa God as soon as possible!

There is also the capital of killing, and I have to go to it as soon as possible!

"Sword Spirit, when can I get your swordsmanship empowerment?"

Thinking of this, Ling Yu asked Wufeng Sword Spirit in his heart.

"Your mental strength is almost there now, but to be on the safe side, I won't allow you to completely imitate me. You must understand your own sword heart. You must understand why you hold the sword! Use your own sword heart." Tolerate my swordsmanship, only in this way can you further transcend!"

Ling Yu nodded, knowing it in his heart, it seems that he must put more energy on practicing swords in the next time.

"From today onwards, when you are practicing swordsmanship, you must recite these words silently in your heart: Why do I hold the sword? When your consciousness is in chaos, you are not far from success!"

Ling Yu nodded again, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice.

In fact, Ling Yu didn't find this idea so difficult. He had already understood the reason for holding the sword, and all he needed was the formation of the sword's heart!

The blurry figure in the Wufeng sword looked at Ling Yu's hard work, his eyes full of relief and expectation.

In the evening, the college bell rang. Ling Yu opened his eyes and walked towards the college grounds.

When he arrived here, Dai Mubai and the others had already arrived, Ning Rongrong saw Ling Yu's figure, pouted her mouth, and glanced to the side, acting like I don't want to see you.

"Oh? Xiaoyu, you're back!"

Seeing Ling Yu's figure, Zhao Wuji laughed happily. He hadn't seen this boy who suits him very well in the academy during this period of time, and he felt a little unaccustomed to it.

"Okay, I called you here to let you continue with yesterday's homework!"

Flender glanced at Ling Yu, nodded slightly and continued: "I said yesterday that one of the conditions for you to graduate from Shrek is to get the Silver Fighting Soul Badge in the Soto City Great Fighting Spirit Arena. As for the rules, I won’t continue the narrative here. Okay, you guys, hurry up and set off. By the way, Ling Yu, you can choose to go or not, after all, your strength is... quite extraordinary!"

Ling Yu nodded, what about the Big Soul Arena?

In his eyes, it's just a group of playing games. For soul masters who have not experienced killing, in such an environment, at most they can hone their proficiency in fighting skills!

"Then I won't go!"

After Ling Yu nodded to Na'er, he greeted Zao Wou-ki and Flender, and returned directly to his room.

During this period of time, he wanted to spend all his time on sword practice, but he didn't have the time to go there to deal with the tricks of sparring.

With his current strength, soul masters below the soul saint may not even be able to break through his defense, and there is no point in fighting.

Flender didn't refuse either. After all, from Zao Wou-ki's words and the battle marks left on the field that day, we can see his strength.

Dai Mubai and the others looked at Ling Yu enviously, and could only walk towards the Great Soul Arena helplessly.

Only Gu Yuena looked at Ling Yu with some doubts in her eyes, why did she feel that her brother seemed to have something on her mind.

......

Ling Yu came directly to a hill not far from Shrek Academy with his long sword on his back.

Standing on a boulder on the top of the mountain, he held the Wufeng sword and slashed it forward, thinking silently: Why do I hold the sword?

In fact, he understood this problem as early as the day when Sharingan evolved, his way, his goal.

He wants to open the sky for all beings, bring safety to his loved ones, and correct the distorted rules of this world.

With the swing of the long sword in the palm of his hand, Ling Yu's belief became more and more firm. His eyes were fixed on the front, watching the trajectory left by the long sword in the air.

hum!

An inexplicable vibration suddenly reverberated in his mind, and the feeling of Fulin's heart welled up in his heart again.

Ling Yu found himself in a dark space, and as he moved, a ray of light suddenly appeared in front of him.

He will speed up, and keep running towards the radiant enemy. For some reason, along the way, the image of himself making an oath and determining the target can always flash in his mind.

As pictures flashed before his eyes, Ling Yu let out a breath, with sharp eyes and steady steps.

He stretched out his hand to touch the light in front of him, and then moved his arm, retracted, and a golden long sword that was almost exactly the same shape as the Wufeng Sword appeared in his hand.

"Boy, now that you have understood Jianxin, take it! My life, my sword!"

Under Ling Yu's different eyes, in the dim and chaotic space, a purple sword with no front appeared again.The two long swords with exactly the same shape, seemed to be attracted by something, and gradually joined together.

Boom!

Ling Yu only felt that his mind was struck by lightning and bombarded by thunder. In just a moment, his eyes became a little dull!

"Boy, you must bear it and persevere! I used to hold a long sword and opened a sky for hundreds of thousands of years for this world. This time, I hope you can open an eternal sky!"

The figure of the sword spirit became more blurred, and his tone was ethereal: "The first two hundred years of sword cultivation will be nothing! My sword will be handed over to you!"

The space in front of Ling Yu was constantly spinning, and the terrifying dizziness made his eyes a little loose.

When the surrounding movement disappeared, when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had changed!

He turned into a young man in sackcloth and cloth shoes.

He is like a hidden soul in the youth, who can clearly feel the feelings and mood of the youth in every move.

Ling Yu knows that this body should be Wufeng, and now he is like a sympathetic bystander, unable to control the other party's thoughts and actions, and can only feel silently.

Looking at the appearance of the young man at this time, he is not very handsome, he can only be said to be very sunny, and his smile has a natural intimacy.

Judging by the opponent's appearance and the fluctuation of his aura, he should have reached the title of Douluo at this time!

Ling Yu looked up at the sky following the seamless perspective, and he was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

The sky is full of cracks, and several beams of light shining like meteors can still be faintly collided.

This is God Realm War?