Inheritance of Endless Martial Spirit

Chapter 18 Cold Moon Sword
"Brother Fang, take the halberd!" Su Yi slowly put down her hand, took the Pan Jiao halberd from the fourth brother in black, smiled, and threw it at Fang Yue.

"The two of you leave right now," Fang Yue took the panjiao halberd, the divine soldier held it upside down, his tiger's eyes widened, and he was not angry, "Fang must not pursue it, otherwise don't blame my divine halberd for being ruthless!"

At this moment, Fang Yue's aura is like a great mountain in all directions, suppressing the world, just like Lu Bu, the Wen Hou who held Fang Tian's painted halberd in ancient times, is reborn.

Compared with Fang Yue in terms of momentum, the black-clothed sixth and seventh, who are both half-step masters, are completely different from each other.

This is no longer a question of cultivation, but a person's temperament honed over the years, which is the difference between a hero and a slave.Just like hunting dogs raised by human beings, they are absolutely no match for wild wolves with the same strength. This is the power of the wild, and it is an indescribable spiritual blessing.

"Hmph!" The black-clothed sixth man held a thick sword and sternly shouted, "Fang, Fang Yue, don't be arrogant. With the same cultivation level, we have refined martial arts and are far superior to you. How can you be my opponent?"

Although it was a harsh word, it sounded a bit harsh, as if he had no confidence at all.

The two knew that although the strength here seemed to have the upper hand, the death of the third brother and the fourth sister did bring a lot of pressure to themselves, and even affect the display of strength.If one is not careful, the two of them may end up on the back road of the third and fourth.

You know, in the same realm, the third and fourth are still a bit stronger than them!

At this moment, the two sides were at a stalemate, neither willing to make a move in advance to let the other party seize the opening.

Shen Lin's eyes were emotionless, as cold as ice.In Bing Xin's state, his thoughts were running at an astonishing speed, constantly catching the opponent's flaws and analyzing the situation.

"Don't wait for long," Shen Lin said indifferently, raising the knife to his chest with his left hand and holding the handle tightly with his right hand.

Fang Yue and Su Yi raised their eyebrows, as if they had realized something.

Indeed, the stalemate is not good for one side. You must know that the two strongest people on the other side will come back at any time. If it takes too long, Huiming and the black-clothed boss will return after the battle, and Suyi's side will be hopeless .

"Quick battle and quick decision," Fang Yue yelled, kicked the Panjiao halberd with his right foot, and shook out a spear flower. With a swing of the nine-foot halberd, both opponents were surrounded in the battle circle.

Fang Yue brandished the precious halberd in his hand, vigorous and heroic, overwhelming ghosts and gods, for a while, he actually gained the upper hand in one battle and two.

"Since you said that you should practice intensive martial arts, then I will break you with the so-called superficial martial arts today!" In Fang Yue's hand, he waved the treasured halberd, blowing up a gust of wind, shining with silver light, and extremely mighty, but he was displaying a Mental halberd method, swimming dragon.

The Dragon Halberd Technique sounds impressive in its name, but it is actually just a superficial set of basic martial arts, which is widely spread in Jianghu, and it is not so exquisite.

However, now in Fang Yue's hands, it bloomed with a different kind of brilliance. Panjiao Ji seemed to have awakened spirituality, and it really transformed into a cruising dragon. Wherever it went, it was overwhelming and unstoppable.

It has to be said that there is no extremely strong martial arts, only extremely strong people.And Fang Yue is an extremely strong genius. In his hands, all the martial arts that can be opened and closed seem to be able to turn decay into magic, blooming with bright light.

In addition, the sixth and the seventh have lost their fighting spirit and have no intention of fighting any more. Once their momentum weakens, their combat power becomes weaker.

For a while, the sixth and seventh in black couldn't advance or retreat, and Fang Yue completely controlled the situation.

However, after all, he is a master of half-step masters. Although he can't win, he can still stalemate with Fang Yue. At least in a short time, Fang Yue will not make any breakthrough progress.

Seeing that the situation was gradually under control, Shen Lin decided to conduct a lottery draw first after careful analysis, which might help speed up the killing of these two people.

"Congratulations to the Lord of Inheritance for completing the second stage of the main mission 'Martial Arts' and 'Promoting to Second Class'. The reward has no level and no category restrictions. A random weapon is drawn. Please select the type of weapon."

The corners of Shen Lin's mouth raised slightly, and he came up with whatever he wanted. For Shen Lin at this time, a good weapon was the most practical.

"Knife," Shen Lin said indifferently, "Knife."

"The draw begins."

"Congratulations to the lord of the inheritance for extracting the ninth-grade treasure 'Lengyue Baodao', from the world of 'Snow Mountain Flying Fox', treasure evaluation: B-level. Do you want to claim it now?"

"Leader..." Shen Lin was about to make sure, when suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat and reacted.

It almost broke the big event, if I suddenly took out a precious sword, how should I explain it!

The value of a treasure itself is not enough to cause any surprise, but if it suddenly appears out of thin air, it will make people think about it.

There are no treasures that can be hidden in mustard seeds, such as the legendary mustard stone, but the mustard stone is very precious, and its rarity has reached a terrifying level.

Moreover, the mustard stone needs a powerful formation warrior who is proficient in formations to be used stably, which further increases the rarity of space treasures.

It is said that even the elders of the Tang Sect can't hold a mustard seed treasure.

Taking something out of thin air, if it is misunderstood and the news leaks out, Shen Lin, who is pregnant with the crime, will inevitably be coveted by many powerful people, which is very dangerous.

Fang Yue can believe that Shen Lin dare not be 100% reassured about Su Yi, and the old six and seven in black are even more of a hidden danger. If they see it and publicize it, he will not be able to live in peace .

"If it's not a last resort," Shen Lin thought to himself, "I don't want to take it for the time being."

"The Lengyue Sword has been collected in the Baojian space, and you can receive it by silently reading."

Shen Lin came back to his senses, looked at the battle situation, raised his eyebrows, but smiled slightly.

Fang Yue has gradually gained the upper hand, suppressing the black-clothed six and seven. If things go on like this, it will be a matter of time before they win the battle.

"Chirp!" At this moment, a burst of fireworks suddenly rose from the sky.

"Bang," the fireworks exploded, turning the sky red.

"Seventh brother, hold on," the sixth boy in black laughed, "That bald donkey has already been killed by the boss."

"Yeah!" The old seven in black twitched his mouth, "Boy surnamed Fang, don't be complacent. When my elder brother comes, you will feel better!"

Fang Yue frowned, showing a faint worry, but the strength in his hand was three points heavier.

Fang Yue knew very well in his heart that although he was extremely talented and could be called the arrogance of the same level, he had no chance of winning if he had to cross a large realm to deal with two master-level powerhouses.

The most urgent task is to kill these two guys as soon as possible, and go to the city to find rescuers from the Longmen Chamber of Commerce.

Thinking of this, Fang Yue's combat power was at full strength, and the original halberd technique of eight points offensive and two points defensive was more decisive, attacking with all his strength, without defense.

What is storm and rain, you can understand Fang Yue's halberd technique.

A steel halberd weighing several tens of kilograms was like a straw in the hands of Fang Yue, who was born with supernatural power.

The tip of the halberd is as agile as a torrential rain, covering the two people's bodies, chests, spirits, and throats. It is upright and oppressive.

"I'll help you," Shen Lin snorted coldly, stepped forward quickly, with a thick-backed sword across his chest, and went straight to the black-clothed old seven.

Now that Shen Lin has been promoted to the second-rate realm, his combat power has skyrocketed again. Coupled with the blessing of Bing Xin's absolute calmness like a fighting machine, Shen Lin's combat power is close to that of a first-rate master.

If you count the sword-drawing technique and the extreme sword-handedness of the human sword, Shen Lin's strongest blow can even be compared to a first-class late-stage master.

Although even a first-class late-stage master is nothing in front of the black-clothed sixth and seventh, in the current situation, Fang Yue and the sixth and seventh are like two weights on a balance, with similar weights.Shen Lin's participation in the battle was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, but the pressure on the sixth and the seventh was incomparable.

Fang Yue and Shen Lin brothers had a tacit understanding, without Shen Lin needing to say more, they had already raised the halberd and split the sixth child vertically, separated the sixth child, and pushed the seventh child back a few steps, almost losing his center of gravity.

"Pull-knife-jutsu," Shen Lin's eyes were icy, and he "slowly" pulled out the big knife on his chest with his right hand.

To say it is slow is just an illusion. This is the illusion of consciousness that the knife has reached a certain level.

Lao Qi's pupils constricted, and the gleam in his eyes slowly enlarged, so fast that he could hardly reflect it.

"Boy, don't underestimate me!" Lao Qi yelled angrily, and he stabilized his figure abruptly. He raised the ninth-grade mortal weapon Fengyue knife in his hand, and actually blocked Shen Lin's sword-drawing technique between the electric light and flint.

"Clang," sparks splashed, and half of the thick-backed broadsword slowly fell to the ground and plunged into the ground.

In this confrontation, the thick-backed broadsword in Shen Lin's hand was finally damaged, and was split in two by the ninth-grade mortal Fengyue knife.

And the Fengyue knife cut heavily on Shen Lin's left arm, bleeding continuously.

At this moment, Fang Yue was entangled with Lao Liu, but Su Yi had no martial arts skills, so it was difficult for him to lend a helping hand.

"Death!" Shen Lin was like a desperate beast, stabbing Lao Qi's heart with a half-cut knife in his hand, it was a decisive blow.

"I'm wearing a seventh-grade golden silk armor, how could your broken knife be able to hurt you?" Lao Qi grinned ferociously, and held up the Fengyue knife, but he had no scruples about Shen Lin's heart-to-heart knife: "Stinky boy, give it to my third brother!" Go to the funeral!"

At this moment, it is a matter of life and death.

(End of this chapter)