Inheritance of Endless Martial Spirit

Chapter 28 God's actions are ever-changing, elegant like a fairy [Part [-]]

The stars fall and sacrifice to the river,
The flowing fire is gradually thinning and dancing all over the city.

The three-foot sword sharpens the bright moon,
The blade breaks all methods and the fire starts a prairie fire.

This is the sword art of Xinghuo swordsmanship handed down by the family. Every line of verse contains the true meaning of Xinghuo swordsmanship. Only the inheritors of each generation of swordsmanship can be awarded the exclusive inner strength and heart method to practice this school Unlearned.

And Duanhong is the heir of this generation's Liaoyuan Duan family, the only inheritor of the Xinghuo Sword Art.

As the only son of Duanyan, the sword lord of Liaoyuan, Duanhong naturally practiced his father's ability to suppress the bottom of the box day and night, and never stopped learning.

Now, under strong pressure from Shen Lin, Duan Hong finally showed his true talent and arrogance of belonging to the Liaoyuan Duan family.

As soon as he made a move, he had to challenge the assessment of the qualifications of the second-grade evildoer. This was not only a challenge to his own self-confidence, but also a challenge to a powerful opponent.

Geniuses are like this, sympathetic to each other, but confronting each other tit for tat, retreating is not what evildoers should do, their indomitable momentum and tit for tat sharpness are the source of their martial arts strength.

Duan Hong felt that the fighting spirit in her body was boiling like never before, and even her understanding of Liaoyuan swordsmanship seemed to have been sublimated, and she had been promoted to a new level.

At this time, the sound of the arrows running in the four huge ring-shaped stone slabs was clearly expressed in Duanhong's ears, where to shoot and where to stop, all under control.

Combat awareness, super powerful combat awareness, twinkling eyes, combined with listening to the voice to argue, Duanhong's defense against arrows at this time has reached a very powerful level.

Jian Meteor, Jian Liuhuo, Jian Duohua, and Jian Liaoyuan are the four ultimate moves contained in the formulas of Xinghuo swordsmanship.

But what Duanhong used at this time was the only defensive sword style among the four styles of Xinghuo swordsmanship, Jian Liuhuo, which was taken from the second sentence of the 28-character formula, with the charm of overwhelming the world's offensive.If it can be practiced to a high level, no matter how strong and violent the opponent's attack is, it can exhaust its attack power, and even use its power to counterattack the opponent, and it can be described as an extremely powerful defensive sword move.

The corner of Duanhong's mouth curled up into a smug smile, the dagger in his hand was drawn in a circle, and his palm was spread out flat. Rainbow whole body.

All the arrows attacking Duanhong were pulled by the sword wheel's energy, passing by Duanhong's body, and shot towards the arrows on the other side.

"Puff puff puff!" The sound of arrows colliding with each other resounded non-stop, and Duanhong stood proudly in the center of the arrow array, standing still, like a young Emperor Wu, with a heroic posture.

"Good boy," Liu Chen looked at Duanhong with flickering eyes, and sighed secretly, "However, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, he can actually practice this martial art that has transformed to this level. Even compared with his father, there is no difference at all!"

"I just hope that he won't go to another faction," Liu Chen turned to look at Shen Lin, and muttered to himself, "And this little brother, if both of us can join our faction, after more than ten years Years later, Dangke"

At this moment, the offensive in the arrow formation intensified.

After all, it is the trial of second-grade evildoer qualifications, how can it be so easy to pass.

The sound of the machine running sounded, and the arrows shot out had turned into broken arrows made of black fine iron. When the arrow was shot, there was a slight hissing sound. The speed of the arrow was so fast that ordinary second-rate experts couldn't even see it. Qing, let alone a hundred arrows coming together.

However, even in the face of such an offensive, Duanhong still didn't panic. He held the scabbard in his left hand and the sword wheel in his right hand.

"Whoosh!" At this moment, a dark black divine arrow that was different from other broken gang arrows shot out from the stone slab soundlessly, and shot towards Duanhong silently.

This arrow, in terms of speed and power, far surpassed the previous ones, plus it was mixed in with the group of arrows, caught it by surprise, caught it unawares, and the danger soared several times, it was definitely called a lore arrow.

The so-called second-grade evildoer assessment, this final blow, is the real test.

"The so-called defensive ability of the second assessment is not only a test of a warrior's defensive ability, but also a test of a warrior's vigilance ability. In a chaotic battle, no one will remind you of the approaching danger. Therefore, don't be temporarily Safety is blinding your eyes, and being vigilant at all times is a compulsory lesson," Liu Chen stood beside Shen Lin indifferently, as if talking to himself, but at the same time seemed to be admonishing earnestly, "This blow, if there is no accident, will definitely Hong is going to be tricked."

As if confirming Liu Chen's words, Duan Hong really couldn't dodge this arrow.

It seems that he has become underestimating the enemy in the previous achievements that were easy to deal with, and Duanhong's vigilance has been reduced to a dangerous level. When he found the divine arrow, the divine arrow was only three meters away from him, and it was aimed at him. Throat shot.

What is the use of a three-meter dodge distance for a rapidly flying magic arrow?
Duan Hong's pupils shrank violently, and he felt that the arrow in his eyes was shining with a cold light, getting closer and closer, and the next second, no, the next tenth or even one hundredth of a second would pierce through him throat, and took his own life.

He wanted to escape, but it was too late.

He wanted to block with his sword, but at this moment, he realized that the speed of the sword that he was originally proud of was under this arrow, which was as slow as a joke.

The cold light arrow is getting closer and closer to Duanhong, three meters, two meters, one meter, two feet, two inches.
"Shua!" At this moment, it seemed that time had stood still and there was only the sound of breaking wind.

Liu Chen stopped the steps he was about to take, turned his head, and looked back at Shen Lin behind him in a complicated manner.

As for the latter, he was standing indifferently, the Fengyue Knife held in his left hand, only the scabbard remained, trembling constantly, making a clanging knife sound.

On the stage, just as the divine arrow was about to pierce through Duanhong's throat, a red light flashed, only an inch away from him, and struck the divine arrow, knocking it out.

The red light and shadow were embedded on the stone slab, and the divine arrow was cut into two pieces by it, and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

At this moment, it was Shen Lin who threw out the Fengyue Dao in his hand, and used the sword drawing technique in the form of a flying knife, using his power between lightning and flint, to save Duanhong.

Liu Chen gave a wry smile, and he still self-righteously taught this little monster. Now it seems that Shen Lin's depth and sophistication are no less than his own!

This little monster probably discovered the killer arrow hidden in the group of arrows later than himself, otherwise, there would never be enough time to release the charged knife.

In the second-rate realm, he was able to discover the killer move hidden in the hundred arrows almost at the same time as himself. This kind of vision, combined with the speed and power of the knife just now, can it be said that it is a first-grade evildoer qualification?Absolutely nonsense, even if the practitioners of the third and fourth ranks and above are monsters, they may not be able to do this!

"We must bring this little devil to our camp," Liu Chen's eyes flickered, and he made up his mind.

On the stage, Duan Hong stared blankly at the rain of arrows that had subsided, turned his head to look at the Fengyue knife embedded in the stone wall, and put the two-foot dagger in his hand into the scabbard indifferently.

He turned his head, walked down the stone platform slowly, gave Shen Lin a somewhat complicated look, and returned to Tie Mu with a livid face, without saying a word.

At this time, on the second examination platform, a line of rich golden characters slowly rose up.

"Passed the examination of the second-grade evildoer level."

"The last blow was not your own power," Liu Chen turned to look at Duan Hong, and said, "Now I have changed your sentence to be a quasi-second-rank evildoer, are you satisfied?"

"My son of the Duan family has his own hard work and arrogance," Duan Hong ignored the cold light in Tie Mu's eyes staring at him, and said indifferently, "Since I didn't take the last blow, it's fine to sentence me to a first-grade talent."

After finishing speaking, he turned and looked at Shen Lin: "You saved me once, and I will pay you back in the future, but I will not admit defeat to you. This time, you won, but one day, I will win yours!"

Shen Lin remained indifferent, slowly staggered away from the crowd, and walked towards the second examination platform.

He didn't jump up like Duanhong, but climbed up the stage step by step along the stairs.

Every time he took a step, his body exuded a special aura, like clouds and fog, making Shen Lin, who was in this aura, shrouded in mist in front of everyone's eyes, it was hard to see clearly.

Liu Chen's eyes flickered, and his cultivation was as profound as his, so he naturally knew that this was the artistic conception of martial arts that only a martial artist could comprehend to the extreme, and the true meaning of martial arts contained in any advanced martial art.

At this time, Shen Lin was displaying a set of mysterious footwork, and he had practiced it to an extremely profound level.

One step at a time, there is only a stone platform less than ten meters away, but in the eyes of everyone, Shen Lin seems to be ascending to Qingming, turning into a god.

On his body, the black gown fluttered, and his long hair fluttered in the wind. His footwork seemed to be chaotic, but it seemed to contain countless changes and mysteries.

He stepped on the first step, and in the next second, he had already appeared on the stone platform. If he had to use words to describe it, he could only describe it as graceful and startling, like a swimming dragon.

Shen Lin walked slowly to the stone slab, pulled out the Fengyue treasure knife embedded in the slate, put the knife in its sheath, held the knife in his left hand, turned around, and nodded slowly to Liu Chen, signaling that the assessment could begin.

Raising the knife, upper chest, horizontal sheath, Shen Lin's face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, his lips moved lightly, with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

"I want to challenge the fifth grade!"

One word shocked the world.

(End of this chapter)