Chapter 143 -- infinite

In the crowd, Zhao Guangli turned pale and said angrily, "It's really unreasonable. If I hadn't underestimated him, it wouldn't have been like this."

The inner disciple next to

sighed, "Zhao Guangli, whether you admit it or not, if you lose, you lose. There is nothing to say."

"I just can't be angry." Zhao Guangli clenched her fist and made a creaking bone rubbing sound.

He hated Lin Yuan and said bad things about himself so blatantly, and in front of so many disciples of Wuzong.

After listening to Lin Yuan's words, Hu Xiaolong laughed and said, "Okay, take my first move, Fenglan's swordsmanship - wind and snow infinite!"

In the early days, Hu Xiaolong's search for a move was extremely powerful, and the cold wind was cold. At this time, he was promoted to the peak martial artist of the innate giant spirit. As soon as he took action, the wind and snow hit his face. The table with a radius of several feet was covered with layers of frost, and quickly spread to the direction of Ye Chen.

On the way, the wind and snow were entangled together and devoured towards Lin Yuan fiercely.

Cangling!

Lin Yuan's right palm was clenched, and the long sword in his hand emitted dark blue light, making a sound of gold and iron, and punched it without hesitation.

The wind and snow covered their bodies, which were difficult to see with the naked eye. Around the wind and snow, they were surrounded by dark blue light, like white clouds suddenly floating in the sky. The magnificent momentum shocked some inner disciples, not to mention Zhao Guangli, the defeated by Lin Yuan's subordinates.

"How can it be? This is obviously just promoted to the innate realm. Why is Lin Yuan so powerful?" Zhao Guangli looked like she was hit.

Lin Yuan naturally didn't hear Zhao Guangli's words, and he wouldn't care if he heard it. The gap between genius and mediocrity can't be calculated, and how can he understand it?

He will not care about other people's feelings. Lin Yuan knows that it is impossible for any warrior who is surpassed by him to surpass him at once.

In the wind and snow, Lin Yuan's eyes can't see and ears can't hear, but he has a strong perception. He clearly 'sees' Hu Xiaolong's movements and expressions, and he did not fall at all.

"Death!"

Hu Xiaolong cut Lin Yuan's chest with one blow.

Once this blow falls into Lin Yuan's chest, I'm afraid that Lin Yuan will lose his ability to move in an instant or die directly. This battle, in an instant, seems to have entered a state of life and death.

"Not necessarily." Lin Yuan waited for work with ease, and the same sword took advantage of the situation to burst out.

Bang!

The wind and snow burst in an instant, like a mass of atomic bombs, breaking directly from the middle. The light emitted directly penetrated the body and emitted a brilliant light, but the light was dark blue.

Ye Chen's long sword and Hu Xiaolong's sword light were against each other, and the two sides did not give in to each other and stood still there.

In the face of this situation, Hu Xiaolong grinned, raised his left hand, turned his palm into a fist, and hit Lin Yuan's chest like lightning.

But what stunned him was that he didn't know when he was also tricked, and it was also on his chest.

The crowd only heard two collisions, and the two people on the stage flew back and staggered.

"Haha! My body is the peak of the giant spirit, and my body is extremely strong. You can't hurt me. Hu Xiaolong patted his chest and looked indifferent.

The clothes on Lin Yuan's chest had been shattered. He looked down. His tough and dense muscles were covered with a trace of frost. With the internal strength, they were soon dispersed and fell off one after another, like crystal dust.

Looking up, Lin Yuan said, "You didn't hurt me either."

Lin Yuan is not afraid to fight with the other party at all. His own body is poured into by the power of the Taiyin sun every day, and his body has long become indestructible, not to mention such an attack method, and many forces have been removed by Lin Yuan's sword light.

Lin Yuan's chest clothes are scattered, and there is nothing at all. Coupled with Lin Yuan's innate hole, his body is facing tearing and repair every day, and even three months of exercise, which is stronger than the usual one or two years of practice.

Hu Xiaolong saw that there was nothing wrong with Lin Yuan on the opposite side. The wind and snow covered disappeared in an instant, and his face also changed.

Now Hu Xiaolong's face looks ugly. "I didn't expect that you also practiced a strong skill. I really look down on you, but you will be defeated in this second move."

"Wind and Lan swordsmanship - ice and snow!"

Compared with three months ago, Hu Xiaolong was more skilled in Fenglan's swordsmanship. In addition, at this time, he broke through the peak of the giant spirit, and the magnificent silver-white airflow converged on his long sword, making a sound of wind and snow covering, and immediately pulled out a gorgeous light tail to bombard Lin Yuan, like the flying dragon rising in the air.

The footsteps staggered, Lin Yuan clenched the long sword in his right hand, pulled it back, and roared in his heart, "My current physique is beyond the innate realm of ordinary martial arts, and even the same as the general mixed realm of martial arts. Even an elephant can be killed. Today, you will be the first person to experience it!"

!

Bow and fist, Lin Yuan held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand became a fist. The majestic momentum instantly tore the air and squeezed out a shallow air film in front of the fist, constantly tightening.

The dark blue sword light tore the space and drew a radian in the air.

chi chi wa wa......

It seems that even the space can't withstand this level of damage and makes a sound. The whole look of the disciples below suddenly rose with awe. They didn't expect that this battle had not exceeded ten moves, which meant the end.

They are not fools. They can clearly see that this is a life-and-death battle. Perhaps, this move can tell the winner. After the victory or defeat, they don't know what life and death will be.

At this time, they are concerned about who wins and who is the last king.

"Lin Yuan, you can't beat me. I'm the strongest." Hu Xiaolong's whole body emitted silver-white light, like a sun, which instantly made the already bright sky dazzling again.

In an instant, the weak martial artists under the stage entered and closed their eyes, and those inner disciples also raised the eyes of Zhenyuan and gathered, which was the final result.

"Let me lose!"

"The first type of Qiankun swordsmanship - Wuji" Lin Yuan roared, and suddenly the whole airport was like chaos. The whole airport was once again covered by unknown things, just like chaos.

"It's impossible. How can I be suppressed?" Under the cover of sword light, Hu Xiaolong knows the horror of sword light better than anyone else. If the previous secret to break the sky was just spring rain, it is now a summer rainstorm, pouring down and constantly washing away his sword light.

"Wuch!"

Withouts giving Hu Xiaolong any chance, Lin Yuan's sword momentum was launched again, and the sword light actually contained the artistic conception of the universe swordsmanship, such as when the chaos first opened, it was hazy.

click!

Hu Xiaolong's sword had no resistance at all. It was instantly broken by Lin Yuan, and his own defense shield was also torn by the sword light killed by the situation. Hu Xiaolong shouted in horror, "It's impossible. How can I lose?"

Lin Yuan shook his head. Compared with Zhao Guangli, Hu Xiaolong, who looked fierce, looked so unbearable that it was very inconsistent with his face. However, this also reflects the complexity of people's hearts. No one's face can really show the inner quality. There are those who are bold on the surface, those who are dark in the heart, those who are elegant, those who are shameless in the dark, and those who are sanctimonious, but they do the behavior of male thieves and women, which is more hateful than the so-called villains.

Lin Yuan punched Hu Xiaolong's chest at the moment when the sword light hit him.

The fist collided with the chest, flew out backwards under Hu Xiaolong's frightened look, and spit out a mouthful of blood in the air.