Rebirth – City Cultivation

Pure sword!

In 1874, Lin Biao entered the Shushan Mountain. In the back hill of Qingcheng, the ancient swordsman left the scriptures and got a sword. The sword is three feet five inches long and is modeled after the ancient sword. The sword-style is simple and atmospheric, heavy and without front, weighing up to a hundred pounds. After Lin Biao got this sword, he sang this sword with his own blood and infuriating day and night. Today, there are more than one hundred and thirty years.

"Hey!"

Lin Biaowei shocked China, and the pure sword that defeated many gods in the sword was finally unsheathed.

Pure swords come out, between the heavens and the earth, suddenly flashed a white rainbow. This white rainbow crosses the sky and has a length of ten feet. The swordsman is like a raging raging wind, bringing the power of the vast world, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

Lin Biao actually lifted the weight, holding a hundred pounds of ancient swords, like dancing embroidery needles, evolving Taiji, laying a sword field. This sword field is about 15 feet in size, which makes up for his purely centuries-old sword. Looking at the weakness of water, it is actually harder than steel.

This sword field.

It is the pinnacle of the kendo of Lin Biao's life.

The sword is a god, and the magic does not invade. It is the combination of several gods and the siege, there is no way to break. The cannon bombardment is on the top, and it will be weakened by the swords in the sword field.

Chen Jiuyang, the master of Taiji, saw this sword and suddenly felt ashamed:

"That is the ancestors of my Taiji veins. I am afraid that this sword is so perfect that it is so perfect that it fits the yin and yang. Lin Biao is the **** of the sword!"

Other gods are also looking very dignified.

Lin Biao’s pure sword is out of the sheath, which means that he wants to move the real thing. And this sword field, they are all shot, they are not sure to break. In particular, Watanabe Watanabe, his hands are involuntarily tightened.

"In the face of this sword, I only use Rayprint, otherwise I can't do anything. I don't know what method Chen Beixuan used to break this perfect sword field?"

Yao Dao’s pupils shrank.

"it is good."

At this time, Chen Fanren went with the boxing, and the whole person turned into a dragon that danced for nine days, and the clouds and the fog, with the thunder and the high-level bombardment came, and even broke the sword field with force.

It seems to outsiders.

I saw the sky, like a little white-and-white dragon snake, with more than a dozen feet, fiercely hit the sword field.

"Boom."

The thunder flashed, the fire burst, and the world shook.

I saw a sturdy electric awn, spread from all sides, in all directions. Then, it is the four strengths and fists, and finally, the invisible fluctuations.

The mighty strength swept over a hundred meters.

In addition to a few gods can still stand in the same place, the other masters, are forced to transport the body of the body, but still retreat, even retreat to a hundred meters away.

Everyone was shocked to see.

I saw that the two people were the center, and within a few tens of meters, there was not even a trace of rain, forming a vacuum. The sea around them was actually recessed out of the air, like a huge bowl, pressed by the invisible giant force several meters deep.

"This strike, who wins and who loses?"

Everyone widened their eyes and looked at them with a stunned look.

"Ha ha ha."

I saw Chen Fan laughing. As soon as the figure was swaying, the volley retreated several tens of meters. His body was in midair, like a dragon, and he made a fierce break and punched again.

"broken."

The forest face is like a deep pool, and the ancient well has no waves. Just dancing the pure sword in his hand, continue to be turned into a white rainbow sword field, to stop Chen Fan's blow.

"Boom! Bang!"

The sea is like a bomb explosion.

Just like a tens of tons of giant cannons, each shot is deafening, and the water of the sea is boiling. Every time Chen Fan made a blow, his body shape was backed by tens of meters, and then he was killed in the air. He fell into the eyes of outsiders, as if he fell into the wind, and he could not break through Lin Biao’s sword field.

"My brother can't stop it."

Li Changsheng suddenly spoke.

Everyone is unclear, and there are those with sharp eyes, suddenly noticed.

At the foot of Lin Biao, a few meters high of the tide stone, at this time, the cracks made up. As Chen Fan hits each other, the cracks on the tide stone are many more, and now they are already vulnerable.

"It turns out that Lin Biao can't completely take over Chen Beixuan's attack every time, and he has to transfer his fists to the stone in the tide. It's no wonder that Li Laoxian said that he can't stop it."

Everyone suddenly realized.

"The tenth punch!"

When Chen Fan burst into the air, his fists skyrocketed, and in an instant he turned into a seventeen-footer.

The power of this boxing made the air condense, carrying the power of Chen Fan before the full nine fists, and he was condensed into this boxing. Chen Fan’s body shape has been completely shrouded in blue and white light. In the light, there is a piece of dragon scales, just like a real dragon.

It was the power of Zhenwu Xianzong who had changed from the dragon to the dragon. When he saw Chen Fan’s fist, he also had to admire it.

Chen Fan has evolved the true meaning of the ‘蛟龙变’.

"boom!"

Lin Biao's Bai Hong Jian domain, can no longer support, suddenly broke open. The horrible punch is like a raging wave. Lin Biao no expression, waving the ancient sword, between that moment, even changed the seventeen swordsmanship. Each of them has been lost for a long time, and the pinnacle of ancient kendo is the top of martial arts.

However, Chen Fan’s boxing method is a fairy martial art, more than a common custom.

No matter how Lin Biao changed, Chen Fan’s boxing still ignores all obstacles. Like a sapphire white scorpion fist, the hard life is printed on the pure sword.

"Hey."

The tidal stone at the foot of Lin Biao directly exploded.

Blocks of gravel, like bullets, spurt. Some of the sects of the sect of the environment, the body is really hard and sturdy, all of them are smashed by a piece of gravel, and they want to vomit blood.

The whole person of Lin Biao, who has been beaten by Chen Fan, has retired. The figure is like a sharp arrow, and it has crossed the distance of hundreds of meters on the beach.

Blocking the huge sea stones, bank dykes, highway guardrails, etc. of the Lin Biao. They were all broken by him.

There were some warriors who watched the battle, and they were wiped by Lin Biao’s body. They all broke their legs and died on the spot. In the end, Lin Biao unexpectedly retreated to the coastal road. On the ground, pull out a crack more than 100 meters deep.

"Come back."

Chen Fan’s war is like a raging wave, and his body is full of blood.

When he changed his body shape, he instantly crossed the hundred-meter void and once again descended on Lin Biao’s head. There was no sadness and no joy in Lin Biao’s eyes, and he continued to smash the sword and fight with Chen Fan.

"Boom!"

The two men's boxing and swordsmanship, like a strong bow, spread out to the surrounding, and those who watched the battle cried and shouted at the mother.

"Go away."

"Which is this person, it is obviously two horrible monsters."

"My God, after at least one kilometer, I have to watch the battle safely."

Many East Asian warriors who watched the war retired.

At the end of the day, I could hardly see the figure of Chen Fan and Lin Biao. I saw a white light and shadow, and a blue light, fighting in the air. Every collision brings countless anger. The whole road, as well as the trees, guardrails, etc. on both sides of the road, are in ruins.

Suzaku and others secretly wiped the sweat.

Fortunately, they sealed the road ahead of time and drafted the restricted area in the name of the storm. Otherwise, with the situation of the two men fighting, I still don't know how many people die.

"Is this the power of the gods?"

Fang Qiong, An Ya and others are discolored.

For the first time, they saw Chen Fan's all-out shot.

That kind of battle over the nine days is like the power of the gods in battle. It is beyond the imagination of the ladies.

"It's no wonder that Xiaofan never cares about the power of wealth, and has such power to transcend the sentient beings. What is the money and power?" Fang Qiong said secretly, in the beauty, there is a hint of inferiority.

And Axiu, Yu Wenjing and others. Then clench your fists and watch:

"Master, come on, be sure to defeat the old monster."

The two men fought and went, hit the ground from the sea, and then hit the sea from the air. Chen Fan’s strength is like a raging wave. The Vietnam War is more and more brave. In contrast, Lin Biao is forced to succumb to the wind and can only support it.

"Hey."

Another collision, the white figure retreats in the air, and Chen Fan has punched into the sea and directly pulled out the waves of dozens of meters.

"Lin Biao, take out your true skills. With this sword, you can't even warm up."

Chen Fan stood proudly in the sky, and his eyes shone.

"it is good."

A sly white sword mans shot from the sea, showing the body shape of Lin Biao. Although his hair was scattered, he was ragged. But there was no sorrow or joy on his face.

"The sword I practiced, called "Hao Ran Jian Jing", was created by an ancient sword fairy predecessor. The predecessor, who was led by Confucianism, will learn all his life and integrate it into the kendo. Ingenuity, non-Confucian disciples , do not enter this door."

Lin talked generously.

He gradually rose up with a hundredfold and no bends, and he never stopped moving.

"Hey."

The Lin Biao people walked with the sword, and the whole person turned into a sword rainbow of a dozen lengths. The white sword rainbow was like a sword in the air, and the **** turned nine turns, and fiercely turned to Chen Fan. That mighty sword is far better than before. In particular, the sword is so angry that the power is exploding.

"Fighting sword!"

If.

Before Lin Biao's exhibition, it was a martial art.

Then what he is using now is the real fairy swordsmanship, at least half of his feet, stepping into the gates of the celestial world.

"It's good."

Chen Fan's black hair is scattered, long clothing hunting. A fist punched out.

This punch is unremarkable, without any boxing and punching, and even does not drive the mighty spirit, even the most common black tiger is not as good as heart. But when the fist came out, all the gods were morphed.

This boxing is unnamed. If it is called strong, it can be called 'daoquan'.

Chen Fan snoops on some kind of rules between the heavens and the earth, and uses the boxing method to spur the power of a rule. Even if it is only a trace of silk, even if it does not touch the rules, it has an unrivaled power and unmatched power.

Ren Linyi Jianguang nine turns, but still was Chen Fan's unremarkable punch, hit the volley.

"boom!"

A loud noise.

Lin Biao’s sword came out, and he was smashed by Chen Fan, a punched volley, and broke into the sea.

"Is Lin Biao lost?"

Everyone was stunned.

Ps: The second is more, the author continues to write the third more o (n_n) o