then, Chaotic memory scenes appeared in his mind, his eyes blurred, and he entered the familiar third-person perspective again. What appeared before his eyes was an extremely spacious enclosed gymnasium. At this time, Inside the gymnasium, the fire alarm was screaming loudly. A large hole appeared in the ceiling, revealing the fire-fighting pipe. The pipe was also riddled with holes and was madly spraying water out. The accumulated water had covered the entire hall, and the water from the ceiling was still spraying like a rainstorm. In such a strange environment, Lin Yuansheng saw 'himself'. Perhaps, that was myself when I was over 30 years old, wearing a slim black uniform, holding a samurai sword, looking handsome but also more mature, but the stern expression and icy temperament were exactly the same as myself. And on the opposite side of "myself", there stood a young boy.

The young man held the sword in both hands, looking disheveled, and was staring at himself solemnly. "Is this your full strength?" Lin Yuansheng heard 'himself' speak coldly, with disappointment. "Yamamoto Takeshi, you disappoint me." "Hehe, right?" The young man called "Yamamoto Takeshi" smiled brightly, and suddenly rolled the sword in his hand into the water, and then suddenly lifted it up, and the water was rolled up by him, like a high-pressure water gun, stabbing towards "himself". "Is this....Axle rain?" Lin Yuansheng was slightly stunned. The move used by Yamamoto Takeshi was clearly a sword move from the Shigure Cangyan style. Facing the young man's killing move, the middle-aged version of Lin Yuansheng looked indifferent. He just held the sword with his backhand and also rolled up the water. Several water tornadoes rose up as he moved his sword, protecting him in front of him and forming a defense, easily blocking Yamamoto Takeshi's attack. "Yamamoto Takeshi, I know you very well." The middle-aged version of Lin Yuansheng said: "As a descendant of the Shiyu Cangyan School, I have been paying attention to you and looking forward to a real duel with you. According to the tradition of the Shiyu Cangyan School, we will decide the winner between us." "But you are too weak now." "Perhaps you can fight me ten years later, but you were no match for me ten years ago." Middle-aged Lin Yuansheng lowered his eyes. "I regret not having the chance to confront you when you have truly grown up before Bai Lan's plan took action." "I'm finally sure." Yamamoto Takeshi stared at the middle-aged Lin Yuansheng with a sharp look.

"The Shiyu Cangyan Style you know is incomplete. The sword moves you inherited are only four styles." "so what?" The middle-aged Lin Yuansheng said: "Swordsmanship is only used to defeat the enemy. Useless moves are just a burden. Besides... I also remember those 'new' moves you just used." Yamamoto Takeshi shook his head. "You are wrong. Shigure Cangyan Style is a sword technique that is constantly improving. There are absolutely no useless moves." He crouched low and drew his sword. "I once learned the true meaning of Shigure Cangyan Style from someone else. This is the 'form' I created. Please teach me." "Swift!" The ring on Yamamoto Takeshi's hand suddenly ignited with a light blue flame. In front of his enemies, he took out a strange box and aligned the ring with the opening of the box. A light blue swallow suddenly flew out of the box. "What is this?" Lin Yuansheng was stunned. He watched the light blue swallow, which seemed to be made of flames, flying lightly in the water. "Swift-Swallow Attack!" Yamamoto Takeshi stepped on the water and rushed forward. The swift's wings fluttered lightly in the water, rolling up countless water columns to block the view. Yamamoto Takeshi was elusive among the water columns and difficult to catch. Even the middle-aged version of Lin Yuansheng's face became solemn. He gripped the hilt tightly and rolled up a wall of water to defend himself. Then, the figure of Yamamoto Takeshi was reflected in the water wall. The middle-aged Lin Yuansheng suddenly drew his sword and tore the water wall apart, but his expression changed slightly. "I am here." Yamamoto Takeshi's figure suddenly emerged from behind him, and he slashed at the enemy with the sword in his hand. Middle-aged Lin Yuansheng had no time to react and could only dodge in panic. But the knife had already hit his body and knocked him out. "you lose." Yamamoto Takeshi did not take advantage of the victory to attack, but simply raised the knife to his shoulder, revealing his white teeth. "Why... did you use the back of the knife?" The middle-aged Lin Yuansheng looked at the white mark on his chest. If the blade had been used this time, he would have been crippled if not dead. "Because I don't want to kill anyone." Yamamoto Takeshi shook his head. "What a naive idea." The middle-aged Lin Yuansheng lowered the tip of his sword: "I recognize your swordsmanship."

"Next, please see the 'shape' I created." Yamamoto Takeshi gripped the hilt of the knife with a serious expression. The middle-aged Lin Yuansheng was holding back his vigor, but the young man felt as if a sharp sword force was pressing against his forehead. "Special Attack——" Middle-aged Lin Yuansheng suddenly drew his sword. "Torrential rain!" At this moment, the water flow in the entire hall seemed to respond, rising with the sword force, and suddenly turned into countless torrents, rushing towards Yamamoto Takeshi. The invisible and unsteady water, under the power of the sword, turned into countless sharp blades that could kill people. Every drop of water leaves a mark on the ground. Yamamoto Takeshi's body stiffened slightly. The rolled-up water wall was washed away by such a violent torrent. Even the swifts he summoned turned into water vapor amid waves of wailing. There is no escape from the rapids. 'thump' Yamamoto Takeshi fainted on the ground. The middle-aged Lin Yuansheng did not harm his life. He just coldly put away his sword, carried the boy's body, and slowly left. "You still need more rigorous training before you can shoulder the fate of Shiyu Cangyanliu." The picture stops here. Lin Yuansheng fell into deep thought. "Wind Spirit, what on earth is it?" If Lin Yuansheng was only skeptical when he learned 'Flame Kill' before, he is now 80% sure. The memories provided to him by the Fengling Modifier were by no means false. That’s what really happened! If it is a false memory, why bother to arrange a past and enemies for yourself? Especially in his memory, the young man who was his enemy - Yamamoto Takeshi. His strange flame and box were clearly a special supernatural power, and Lin Yuansheng had never heard of such a power. "parallel world?" Lin Yuansheng had to think in this direction. Chapter 88: Interception 3 Now that I think about it, the false memories Feng Ling created for himself were too real in both the worldview and the details. If it is not creating false memories for itself,

Instead, it is to replicate the skills and experience of another self from a parallel world. This explanation seems reasonable. Lin Yuansheng shook his head. No matter how the real mechanism of the wind spirit works, it is not his concern. "Torrential rain." Lin Yuansheng focused his attention on his newly acquired combat skills. The method of performing this move emerged in his memory. Unlike [Flame Kill], [Torrent Rain] did not form a strange creation like the 'Flame Blade' in his spiritual world. This sword skill did not require condensing the spirit, but the price it required was not small. "Life energy." Lin Yuansheng murmured. The use of torrent rain consumes life energy as a cost. Life energy can be restored through rest, but repeated overload use of 'Rainstorm' will lead to excessive loss of life energy and will also affect lifespan. In severe cases, it may even lead to death on the spot. but, “This doesn’t seem to be a problem for me.” Lin Yuansheng touched the killing stone on his chest. If the Killing Stone can restore life energy, then he can use the "Rainstorm" without limit. Although this sword technique is not as cruel and fierce as "Flame Kill" and has high requirements for the environment, if it is used in a water environment, it is a group attack skill that can defeat many enemies alone, making up for the shortcomings of Lin Yuansheng's group attack skills. Lin Yuansheng returned to the shore and picked up a towel to wipe the water off his body. He did not forget his true purpose. "My mental strength has improved." He opened his eyes and showed joy. Unfortunately, the increase in his mental strength this time was still not large enough for him to sense the Qi. But this is a clear path after all. As long as you continue to accumulate attribute points and advance your swordsmanship, you can increase your mental power bit by bit until it is strong enough to sense bioelectric current. This method is much better than waiting for an opportunity. of course, Only Lin Yuansheng can use this method. Human mental power will grow as the brain develops, eventually reaching its limit at the age of 20, and will slowly decline after the age of 35. So far, there is still no secret method to improve mental power. Even in the other world of demon exorcists, there is no such practice method. The most they can do is to keep their mental strength stronger than that of ordinary people.

Not everyone can be like Lin Yuansheng, who can easily push a sword technique to the limit and thus temper the skull. The human skull is so fragile that even the strong ones in the other world dare not act rashly. "Lin Zaozhi sent me a message?" After changing his clothes, Lin Yuansheng picked up his mobile phone and found that Lin Zaozhi had sent him a message on LINE half an hour ago. He clicked it casually.