Mission system is a bit skinny

Chapter 33 One hundred thousand true essence is not enough, only 30! !
The contest between Jiang Liang and Su Hongan was placed before Lin Qianjun and Kang Wu.

When Jiang Liang came onto the stage holding his silver-white sword as wide as a door panel, the corners of Lin Qianjun's eyes twitched involuntarily.

It's not that he hasn't seen a giant sword before, but Jiang Liang is definitely the only one in the entire Sword Sect that can be used as a shield.

As soon as the two met each other, they exchanged a few polite words, and then they shot directly.

Su Hong'an even omitted the probing process, and directly displayed his sword intent.

But when the boundless sea faced Jiang Liang, it didn't have the slightest effect at all.

He used the epee art, raised the door panel and slammed the great sword, and a huge boom sounded, instantly shattering Su Hongan's sword intent.

The corner of Su Hong'an's mouth twitched, he closed his sword and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for your mercy."

"Small things, small things, don't worry about them." Jiang Liang smiled and retracted his giant sword on the door panel, looked at the elder beside him and said, "Uncle, let's announce the result."

Linghu Lin nodded slowly, and immediately raised his true energy and announced: "Jiang Liang won this battle."

On the high platform watching the battle, Lin Qianjun couldn't help raising his eyebrows again.

Still a sword! !

This was already the second-ranked true biography of the previous session, but when facing Jiang Liang, it was still done with one sword.

Is the gap a little too big?

And because he was not the person involved, just looking at the scenes in this scene, he always felt that Jiang Liang was not as fierce as ordinary innate disciples.

But that sword really directly shattered Su Hongan's sword intent, which can never be faked.

Back to Basics?

Lin Qianjun tried to comprehend with ten points of swordsmanship comprehension, but only vaguely caught some shadows.

The elder brother Jiang Liang hid it too deeply, and Su Hong'an couldn't force him to show more strength, Lin Qianjun was powerless even though his understanding was extraordinary.

Without waiting too long, the battle between Lin Qianjun and Kang Wu soon ushered in.

Lin Qianjun’s [Wu Feng] sword is unpretentious, without even a sharpened edge, while Kang Wu’s [Zhan Long] sword is golden in color, with a golden dragon wrapped around the hilt, like the exaggerated painting style of Two-dimensional, showing domineering .

A cyan quality, a red quality, an innate realm, and another master realm.

This stark contrast made people feel like Kang Wu was bullying Lin Qianjun.

"Let's make a move." Kang Wu said slowly, a trace of solemnity appeared in his star eyes.

Although Lin Qianjun is inferior to him in every aspect, he doesn't think so.

Being able to enter the top four has already proved Lin Qianjun's strength, so he will use [-]% of his strength to face this opponent.

Lin Qianjun's imitation sword surged with real energy, and his clothes were automatic without wind. Facing an opponent of Kang Wu's strength, it was a bit redundant to test and so on. What he had to do was to show his advantages as much as possible and crush him directly.

"The mountain falls!"

In a thought, the phantom of the majestic mountain appeared.

All the people watching the battle were slightly surprised. This time they showed their sword intent. Is the final four really so fierce?
On the other side, the golden light of true essence suddenly appeared on Kang Wu's dragon-slaying sword, and a three-inch sword gang was directly condensed on the sword.

"Fuck! What the hell?" Lin Qianjun's eyes widened by three points in an instant.

To put it bluntly, something like Jiangang is a qualitative change caused by extremely condensed sword energy, and because of the extremely high degree of condensed, it has a special effect that can easily cut off most substances.

And to condense Jian Gang, the most basic thing is that you must have the cultivation base of the state of concentration.

Otherwise, where do you come from to compress the spiritual power of sword energy?

But it was obvious that Kang Wu hadn't actually reached the level of Concentration, he was still at level [-], and his spirit had definitely not been tempered to such a powerful level.

So, he used other methods to get tricks, otherwise he wouldn't have only a three-inch sword gang.

But three inches is fucking enough, who can stand it?
Not only Lin Qianjun, but also the rest of the people watching the battle were in an uproar.

"How do you fight this? Jian Gang, Lin Qianjun's black iron sword doesn't shatter when touched?"

"It's exactly the same as a kitchen knife and a high-frequency vibration particle knife."

"My lord, times have changed"

Others were speechless, and Lin Qianjun was also a little speechless. The Wufeng sword in his hand was only of cyan quality, and it would be enough to bear a little more of his true energy, let alone resist Jian Gang's attack.

But at this time, his sword intent had already condensed, and he had no choice but to fall!

The mountain toppled down in an instant, and endless oppressive force surged towards Kang Wu in front of Lin Qianjun.

Facing this majestic momentum, Kang Wu didn't want to hide, nor did he have the intention of hiding. He surged his true energy, raised the dragon-slaying sword slightly in his hand, and directly blocked Lin Qianjun's sword edge.

The moment the three-inch sword gang touched Lin Qianjun's Wufeng sword, a gap appeared on the Wufeng sword made of black iron, like a piece of paper cut by a sharp blade. Lin Qianjun hurriedly turned the sword and managed to avoid it.

"Boom!"

Slashing with a sword, Kang Wu was forced to the side by Shan Qing's sword intent, while Lin Qianjun's mouth twitched as he watched his Wufeng sword lack a big hole.

This sword is more or less commemorative, and you just broke it for me?

But before Lin Qianjun could get angry, Kang Wu attacked with his sword again.

Lin Qianjun was aware of the sharpness of the opponent's sword, so he didn't dare to touch it head-on, so he could only dodge with lightness kung fu.

But even so, the Wufeng sword in his hand was soon full of gaps, even because there was a sword in the middle that was hit a bit hard, it was almost about to break directly from it.

"This can't be fought! The weapon gap between Senior Brother Lin and Senior Brother Kang is too big!!"

"Lin Qianjun is a dark iron sword of cyan quality, but Kang Wu is a sword of red quality, plus the condensed sword gang, this is untouchable at all."

"It seems to stop here, but there is no way, after all, the weapon is a bit bad."

The discussion between the players and the disciples of the Sword Sect did not affect Lin Qianjun, and he didn't have the time to pay attention to those things at all.

At this moment, Kang Wu swung his sword again, Lin Qianjun had no choice but to raise his sword to resist.

"Crack. Bang!"

The upper half of the Wufeng sword fell directly onto the ring. Lin Qianjun and Kang Wu looked at each other with an indescribable emotion in their expressions.

"Admit defeat, the sword gang inspired by Zhanlong is extremely sharp, and you can't stop it." Kang Wu said slowly.

He does have pride.

From joining Jianzong to the present, in just five years, he has already walked a road that his predecessors could not finish in a lifetime.

After practicing sword for one year to comprehend the meaning of the sword, he was recognized by the [Dragon Slaying] sword. After five years of practice, he reached the peak of the master, and used the special ability of the Dragon Slashing Sword to compress the sword energy to successfully comprehend the means of condensing the sword.

Any one of these things would be enough to shock the entire Jianzong, but he took care of them all by himself.

His talent in kendo is far higher than the rest of the sword sect disciples, and now he has touched the edge of condensing the soul, as long as he is given a little more time, it is not a problem to break through the state of concentration.

Jian Zong's next sword head, apart from him, I am afraid that there is no true biography that can match him.

He didn't pay attention to what Lin Qianjun said when he joined Zhenzhuan.

To be able to comprehend the sword intent within this year, and to reach such a level of cultivation, he admits that Lin Qianjun is very good, but compared with him, it is far from enough! !

"Senior Brother Kang, I still want to see your sword intent. How can you admit defeat?" The wooden bracelet on Lin Qianjun's wrist trembled slightly, but he suppressed it. Now, it's not time to show it.

"My sword intent? You will see it, but it won't be cast on you." Kang Wu said, his eyes drifted to Jiang Liang who seemed to be squinting and sleeping on the viewing platform.

Lin Qianjun was underestimated, but his mentality did not change. Everything depends on strength after all.

He clenched the Wufeng Sword which was only half left in his hand, and the real essence of the imitation sword surged out of his dantian in a surge. Because the amount released at one time was too large, it even made his tendons ache.

There are cracks looming on the Wufeng sword, because its material is not enough to allow it to carry so much true energy.

"The mountain falls."

As usual, it was the plain Shanqing swordsmanship, but this time, the amount of true energy consumed was 30! !
This is the limit that Lin Qianjun can do without hurting himself.

As if real mountain ranges appeared one after another, directly covering the entire sword-sharpening platform, Lin Qianjun could be said to have achieved the ultimate in the manifestation of the artistic conception of kendo at the current level.

Endless oppressive force was released from Lin Qianjun's body, and countless fine cracks appeared on the ground, while Kang Wu, who was standing opposite Lin Qianjun, changed his expression, looking a little unbelievable.

"Such a majestic true essence? Brother Lin is really innate realm?"

"My God, look, the sword-sharpening platform is full of cracks, it's about to shatter."

"Others' competition is a sword competition, and only Lin Qianjun has a grudge against the arena, going up to destroy the arena one at a time."

Kang Wu felt the exaggerated oppressive force on his body, and his relaxed demeanor had completely changed.

Lin Qianjun's sword moves alone, even with an output of 30 real yuan, he can completely catch, but the sword bone itself has a saying that the power of kendo attacks is increased by twelve times.

In this way, even Kang Wu, whose cultivation base is much higher than that of Lin Qianjun, would find it difficult to bear it.

"cut!"

Kang Wu shouted loudly, and a phantom of a giant sword several feet high was condensed on the dragon-slaying sword. His sword intent turned out to be the dragon-slaying sword itself.

The gathering of spirits that cut everything, the phantom of this sword, is the condensed form of his belief that everything is invincible and invincible!

This is a competition of sword moves, and also a collision of their respective swordsmanship.

"Rumble rumble!"

The mountain was cut off, but its overwhelming power still existed. At this moment, Lin Qianjun's Wufeng sword was broken inch by inch, causing Kang Wu's figure to retreat continuously.

What he likes to do the most is to overwhelm people with power, crushing the game is the kingly way, who the fuck and you chicken peck each other back and forth, there has never been an opponent he can't beat with a massive amount of true energy release moves, if there is , then double the amount of true essence! !

"Pfft~~!"

After all, Kang Wu failed to withstand Lin Qianjun's attack, spat out a mouthful of old blood, and was completely overwhelmed by Lin Qianjun's sword on the ring.

The memory of when he faced Jiang Liang last time re-entered his mind.

Lin Qianjun at this time was so similar to Jiang Liang at that time, they both used force to overwhelm others, but one was pure strength, while the other defeated him with massive real energy.

"Crack~~click~~click~boom!"

On the arena, after a faint sound of cracking appeared, immediately like a chain reaction, the entire arena collapsed and shattered.

Standing among the ruins, Lin Qianjun held the edgeless sword with only a small blade remaining, and cupped his hands to Kang Wu with a calm expression: "I have accepted it."

(End of this chapter)