Inheritance of Endless Martial Spirit

Chapter 120 On the Heavenly Sword Stage, Immortal

Dragon Capture Kung Fu is a martial art that uses internal force to control weapons; while Sword Control Art is a martial art that uses mind to control weapons.

The principles of the two are different. Therefore, in essence, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. The power is strong or weak, it all depends on personal cultivation. If the skill is strong and the will is strong, the flying sword is powerful, and the power of the sword is unparalleled, and vice versa. The same is true.

Obviously, Shen Lin, who has been practicing Bing Xin Jue for a long time, far surpassed Duan Hong in terms of spiritual will, so much so that in his hands, the dragon capture skill was so powerful, and the Yitian sword was so powerful that it cut the green cicada sword to the point of The power to parry, powerless to fight back.If it wasn't for the fact that the Qing Chan Sword and the Yi Tian Sword are both high-level profound weapons with extremely strong hardness, it might have already been shattered.

"What?" Fei Lian looked at the invincible Yitian sword on Shen Lin's head, his face could not be calm, and he couldn't help showing a look of shock.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lin has also acquired such a mastery of sword control, and judging by its power, it is no different from Jian Zong's mastery of sword control. How is this possible?

Thinking of how the No. [-] Arrogant of the Sword Sect this year was actually suppressed by the Boxing Sect in terms of swordsmanship, a trace of sternness slowly flashed across Fei Lian's face, and traces of murderous intent gradually permeated his eyes.

On the side, the corner of Bai Yutang's eyes was always on Fei Lian, and now that he noticed Fei Lian's strange movement, his expression gradually became solemn, thinking to himself, it seems that Senior Brother Fei Lian asked him to come here, it is indeed not unnecessary , Fei Lian is not a good bird.

On this side, Bai Yutang secretly guarded Fei Lian vigilantly, on the other side, the confrontation between Shen Lin and Duan Hong also came to an end.

At this moment, Duan Hong used his heart to control the sword, exhausted a lot, his forehead was sweating a little, his face was pale, but Shen Lin was still calm, and he controlled Yi Tian Sword like an arm, without jerky.

"I take back what I said before, Duan Hong, you are an opponent worthy of my admiration." Shen Lin looked at Duan Hong's trembling but firm eyes, and smiled slightly, "But today, you will lose! In order to show that I Your respect, next, I will do my best, you be careful!"

"Jin" Duanhong struggled to control the Qing Chan Sword, and snorted coldly, "Come on! I won't. I won't lose!"

"Be careful!" A touch of ice blue appeared in Shen Lin's pupils, and behind him, the purple Ziyue knife was unsheathed suddenly, bursting with purple light, and flew towards the battlefield of the two swords.

That's right, control the two soldiers.

After ten reincarnations of the Nine Spaces and Unbounded Worlds, Shen Lin experienced ten tragic lives. In the midst of endless sorrow, he also received great benefits, among which the surge in mental power was one of them.Now, Shen Lin can already easily wield two weapons, such as arm wielding.

The Qing Chan Sword was originally unable to parry Yitian's divine power, not to mention the addition of the Ziyue Sword, it was immediately stretched, but in a short while, it had been hit several times and fell powerlessly on the stone platform.

As for Duan Hong, his mind was also exhausted, and he collapsed on the ground, looking at the sky feebly.

He still lost in the end, even though his efforts were no worse than anyone else's, even though his talent was the pride of heaven, he still lost.

"Why?" He murmured to himself, then slowly closed his eyes, his unwilling voice echoed on the podium, "I lost!"

In the auditorium, there was a thunderous roar, it was the disciples of the boxing sect cheering.

Whether it is the disciples of this session of Boxing Sect or the previous sessions, they have been extremely aggrieved for three months. Facing the provocations of this session of Jian Zong, they can only let them be arrogant and unable to fight back.

This time, the new No. [-] Arrogant of their boxing sect finally slapped Jianzong fiercely with his strength. The satisfaction was really indescribable.

On the other hand, Jianzong's disciples were like frost-beaten eggplants, with their heads drooping and listless.

"Okay," Fei Lian took a deep breath, stood up with a livid face, stared at Shen Lin coldly, and said slowly, "You won."

"Wait," Shen Lin smiled, staring at Fei Lian closely, the fighting spirit in his pupils not only didn't dissipate at all, but became even more intense, "Senior Brother Fei Lian, I have a request."

Fei Lian raised his eyebrows, paused for a moment, and said slowly, "Say it!"

Shen Lin's gaze was like a sword, gliding across the disciples of the Sword Sect. Wherever his gaze went, the disciples panicked and turned their heads away one after another, not daring to look at Shen Lin.

"Hehe," Shen Lin sneered, "Chang Fei said at my meeting that if I didn't arrive on the day of the competition, he would pick my meeting. Then, come and don't be indecent, Since I won today. Then."

On Shen Lin's head, a knife and a sword slowly landed on his hands: "I want it, I chose the Tianxiameng!"

"Presumptuous!" Fei Lian heard Shen Lin's words of declaring war, and his sword eyes flashed coldly, and an undisguised murderous aura radiated from his body, "Shen Lin, don't think that you won a mere Duanhong, and you just won't win. You are qualified to act wildly in my Jianzong. Believe it or not, even if I kill you at this moment, few people can say anything!"

"Hehe," Shen Lin looked calm and unmoved, "Forget it! Since Senior Brother Fei Lian wants to protect the Tianxia League, Junior Brother and I are weak, so I can't compete today."

"But," Shen Lin changed the subject suddenly, neither humble nor overbearing, "I, Linyue, will be bullied to the top. As the president, I have to stand up and call the shots!"

After all, Shen Lin proudly looked down at the many Jianzong disciples in the stands: "Today, I am standing here. If there are Jianzong disciples who want to compete with me, just come up, I, Chen Lin, will not refuse!"

Disciple of Sword Sect, anyone who comes will not be rejected!
As soon as the words came out, there were endless waves of shock.In the auditorium of the disciples of Jianzong, there were endless voices of cursing.

What is open to all comers?In other words, anyone who is a disciple of Jianzong can challenge Shen Lin now, regardless of seniority or age.

Shen Lin is a person who has written a letter of war to all the disciples of Jianzong!

Is he crazy?

A new disciple who has been in the school for two months dares to provoke Jianzong, one of the overlords of the Qijue Sect, Shen Lin's behavior is unique even in the history of the Qijuezong.No other.

Fei Lian's face has already turned from red to green, from green to black, it is extremely ugly, he has never wanted to kill someone so much before!He actually directly challenged Jianzong!At this moment, even Liu Chen's degree of hatred in Fei Lian's heart was not as good as Shen Lin's.

Bai Yutang watched Fei Lian's expression change, and knew that Fei Lian was extremely angry.

He was on guard secretly, his spirit was already very tense, and he was ready to take a step ahead of Fei Lian to save Shen Lin at any time. At the same time, he secretly complained in his heart, little ancestor, it's fine if you win the competition, just accept it when you see it!Why are you pushing an inch? Did you provoke Fei Lian casually?

"Okay, okay!" To Bai Yutang's surprise, facing Shen Lin's excessive provocation, Fei Lian didn't make a direct move. Instead, he took a deep breath, swallowed his anger forcefully, and sneered Nodding thoughtfully, "In that case, senior brother, I won't refuse."

"Junior Brothers of Jianzong," Fei Lian's eyes flashed coldly, "Whoever wants to come out, teach Junior Brother Shen Lin, let him know that martial arts cultivation must be down-to-earth, it's not good to aim too high, it will be bad luck!"

In the last few words, Fei Lian's murderous intentions were undoubtedly revealed.

"Me!" In the auditorium of Jianzong, there were many echoes, and in a moment, dozens of disciples of Jianzong, who were seventeen or eighteen years old, rushed down from the auditorium and rushed straight to the Tianjiantai.

"I was snatched from me! Let me teach this arrogant boy a lesson," many Sword Sect disciples who were enraged by Shen Lin's arrogant words, who were not willing to be behind, all held the swords in their hands and wanted to be the first to charge. Go up, defeat Shen Lin, and make great contributions to Jianzong, maybe because of this, he will be favored by the elders of Jianzong and accepted as an apprentice!
Shen Lin looked at the group of disciples in front of him, most of them were ordinary first-class fighters, few were master-level masters, and there were even some useless second-rate disciples. Zhengfeng? Come on together! What fear do I, Shen Lin, have?"

After saying that, Shen Lin smiled coldly, shot out and rushed towards the crowd.

"Arrogant boy, let senior brother teach you how to be a man!"

"The frog at the bottom of the well, eat me with a sword!"

"Hmph, the road to martial arts, junior brother, you are too impetuous, wake up!"

Hearing Shen Lin's arrogant declaration, those disciples were not polite, maybe they knew that they were not Shen Lin's opponent if they fought alone, so they really swarmed up and rushed towards Shen Lin.

"Jumping beam clown," Shen Lin sneered, threw up the sword, and suddenly there were countless small stones in his hands, which burst out like raindrops.

Sprinkling money all over the sky, this martial art is a real A-level martial art. Although because it is a group attack martial art, its lethality is inferior to that of the same level of martial arts, but it is not trivial.

I saw those stones were faster than lightning and as heavy as a shooting star, hitting the long swords in the hands of many Jianzong disciples, and immediately knocked the long swords in the hands of dozens of disciples to the ground. If this blow was aimed at their throats, they would It has already become a corpse.

"Jianzong?" Shen Lin smiled coldly, took back the sword in the air, put the Ziyue knife back into its sheath, and only held the Yitian sword in his hand, "Since you are proud of your swordsmanship, let me see, your Jianzong's sword speed , How ingenious is it! Can it be called the name of Jianzong!"

"Awakening of Insects," while speaking, Shen Lin had already clashed with many Sword Sect disciples.

The Thunder Swordsmanship is fast as lightning and fierce as thunder.

And this first form of Waking of Insects is the ultimate speed, in the blink of an eye, life and death have been decided.

I saw the silver light flickering, and in just a short moment, Shen Lin had stabbed out [-] swords, like starlight points, specializing in acupuncture points in human hands, and instantly picked off the long swords in the hands of more than ten first-class disciples. In the face of the enemy, no one can make him make a second move.

"Zhu Zixiu is rampant!" Two middle-stage disciples of the grand master came hand in hand, the swords in their hands were full of sword energy, and they were extremely powerful.

"Hehe, the art of joint attack, the sound of sword qi? I want to see, what is the mystery!" Shen Lin sneered, and a three-foot purple aura burst out from the Yitian sword, as mighty as Yuan Hong, "Thunderbolt sword! "

"Sword intent!" With a flash of purple qi, Fei Lian stood up abruptly on the audience stage, staring at Shen Lin with a pair of sword eyes.

That's right, it's really sword intent!If it weren't for the sword intent, with Shen Lin's current cultivation base, it would be impossible to condense the sword gang.

hateful!Even Fei Lian, who has been practicing swords for twenty years, has only scratched the surface of the sword intent, yet Shen Lin has comprehended it at such an age.

Terrible, terrible, the boxing sect has Liu Chen who comprehends the meaning of Yuri fist, which is already difficult enough, there must be no more Shen Lin who comprehends the intent of the sword and slaps the sword sect in the face.

Shen Lin must never be allowed to grow up, even if he is punished by the sect, at this moment, Fei Lian really made up his mind, this son must be eliminated, if there is no chance, he must be eliminated if he creates an opportunity.

The sword light was shocking, it was really like a thunderbolt streaking across the void, Shen Lin's sword reached the pinnacle of thunder swordsmanship, and derived it to the realm of A-level martial arts.

Thunder sword intent, as fast as lightning, as fierce as thunder, with one move, it immediately broke the joint attack of the two disciples, the two swords were cut off by the Yitian sword, and the two disciples were kicked by Shen Lin one by one. , took advantage of the situation and kicked out of the battle circle.

Shen Lin fought more and more courageously, his sword was invincible, the blood in his body was surging, and a hot air flowed in his chest.

At this moment, he actually felt that his spiritual platform was unobstructed, and a powerful aura surged in his body, as if something was slowly sprouting during the battle, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier in his body, which suddenly shattered at this moment .

"Hahahaha!" The savings have reached the extreme, and now, in this battle, Shen Lin's cultivation has finally come to fruition and he has been promoted.

"First-class late stage, give me a breakthrough!" Shen Lin yelled, and an unparalleled aura radiated from his body, and his power became more powerful.

"Defeat me!" Shen Lin looked coldly at the remaining ten or so disciples, with a hook of the corner of his mouth, and suddenly used the big move movement technique,

Like a ghost, there is no trace to be found.In one breath, Shen Lin flickered, his legs didn't bend, his body didn't sway, and he passed through the dozen or so disciples at high speed as if he was floating.

"Chi!" Seeing that their companions were already lying on the ground, the dozen or so disciples were about to rush towards Shen Lin again, when suddenly a sword light shot out from the cuff of their right hand, and a three-inch long slit opened on the sleeve.

"You have already been defeated," Shen Lin said indifferently, as if a sentence had been pronounced, "Go down!"

"Who else?" Shen Lin planted the Yitian Sword on the ground, looked coldly at the many disciples of the Sword Sect, and said indifferently, "Who else will give advice?"

"And me!" A haughty voice suddenly sounded.

The crowd of Jianzong only felt that they parted ways, revealing a man in a white leather coat.

He is about 20 years old, with a handsome face, but there is an arrogance on his face, which is quite frivolous.

He was wearing a leather coat as white as the snow, as noble as a prince, although he was under the Heavenly Sword Stage, he seemed to be looking down at Shen Lin.

"Fight with me, dare you?" The man looked at Shen Lin, and smiled jokingly, the surging and boundless power was released, and the situation suddenly changed.

Transformation state!

He is astonishingly in the realm of metamorphosis!
(End of this chapter)