Chapter 201 Rigid and Soft

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In the fog area, Lin Tian stood quietly looking at Meng Xuan opposite him, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was constantly rising.

And the cold breath on Meng Xuan's body seems to have spread to the whole fog area, making the fog area where they are like a cold winter.

"You are so lucky. I didn't expect you to meet me until the tenth game. What I didn't expect is that you, a congenital mid-term boy, can survive this tenth game." Meng Xuan's cold eyes were like an eternal ancient well, only the cold light flashed, without a trace of ripples.

"Ha ha, I'm also strange." In the face of the cold breath emitted by Meng Xuan, Lin Tian did not have any fear in his heart. Some were just Xiong Xiong's fighting spirit. "But now, I finally have the opportunity to see how strong you are in the top three among your so-called disciples of Penglai Fairy Mountain."

"You will see it." Meng Xuan's cold eyes flashed with a trace of contempt, "The more painful it is to fall if you stand high. Now it's the tenth round. The quota of inner disciples is within reach. You must be very eager in your heart, right? But you don't have a chance. I will end you in this tenth inning and make it impossible for you to move forward.

"Oh? Is that so? Ha ha, then I'd like to see how you ended me." Lin Tian's eyes were shining, and his tone was as calm as water. There were no fluctuations and ripples in his heart because of Meng Xuan's words at all.

"Your biggest mistake is to hit my brother Lu Qi hard. This time, I will leave you a profound lesson and let you understand that although they are both peripheral disciples, not everyone can be offended." After saying that, a trace of murder in Meng Xuan's eyes flashed.

And at this moment, the fighting spirit in Lin Tian's heart has reached the peak. In his eyes, there is only war! War! War!

"Kill!" With a soft moan, the silver sword in Meng Xuan's hand waved a turquoise sword in an instant and went straight to Lin Tian.

"Battle!" The power of thunderstorming in Lin Tian's body surged, and in cooperation with the body of thunderstorming, it turned into a knife light, like a flash of thunder, close to Meng Xuan's turquoise sword light and cut Meng Xuan.

"Hmm, looking for death!" Meng Xuan snorted coldly, and the turquoise halo on his body flashed. His whole body was like a turquoise sword shadow. He did not retreat and rushed straight to the light turned into by Lin Tianhua.

Wh! Oh! Oh! ......

A burst of swords and shadows, collided with each other, and the sparks flashed from the position where the two fought. In a short moment, the two had fought dozens of times.

When fighting with Meng Xuan, Lin Tian did not dare to be careless at all. The power of the body of the thunderstorming body has been exerted to the extreme, and the innate spirit of the forest celestial body and the power of the thunderstorming were integrated, exerting a flash of thunder with all his strength, and the knife of the knife method. Integration.

Poo!

With one blow apart, Meng Xuan's breath is like a rock and unshakable, while Lin Tian's breath is already messy and unable to maintain the best state.

A trace of light golden blood slowly oozed along the corners of Lin Tian's mouth and became a little pale at this moment.

In the first head-on confrontation, Meng Xuan was fine, while Lin Tian was injured and at a disadvantage.

"That's right. It can resist my Bibo sword formula, but there is only a slight injury. It seems that you still have some ability. No wonder my brother will be injured in your hand." Meng Xuan looked at Lin Tian, whose face was slightly pale, and sneered.

And Lin Tian stared at Meng Xuan and wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, with a trace of horror in his heart.

Lin Tian knows very well how horrible Lin Tian's physical strength is. However, when Lin Tian's physical strength is combined with the Ba Tian Dao method, the attack exerted has no effect on Meng Xuan at all. Lin Tian feels that every attack seems to hit the continuous waves, the continuous artistic conception. Lin Tian has a powerful feeling that he has nowhere to go.

"Your power is very powerful. Even among the innate peaks, you can be regarded as the top, but it is of no use to me." Meng Xuan's eyes flashed coldly. For Lin Tian, a congenital middle-term strong man, he actually had such strength and speed. In fact, he didn't need Lin Tian at all.

"Really?" Lin Tian looked at Meng Xuan calmly, "Although your sword formula is strong and soft... soft, like a wave of water, it is all-encompassing, as if it can accommodate everything. Just, but like hard ice, everything is broken and indestructible.

"But..." In Lin Tian's eyes, a fine light flashed in vain. "Your sword formula should not have been cultivated to the realm of tolerance. If, when my strength exceeds the maximum limit that your sword can tolerate, then... everything can be broken!"

Lin Tian knows in his heart that anything, or realm or artistic conception, has a limit, like a water tank. The water tank can accommodate water, but when the water in the water tank exceeds the limit that the water tank can hold, then the excess water will overflow.

Similarly, Meng Xuan's sword intention can accommodate Lin Tian's power, but when Lin Tian's power is so terrible that Meng Xuan's sword intention can accommodate, Meng Xuan's sword intention can be broken in an instant, so that Lin Tian's power can be fully applied to Meng Xuan.

This is the realm of breaking through all methods.

After listening to Lin Tian's words, Meng Xuan's face suddenly changed, and his cold eyes reflected a terrible murderous spirit.

His sword formula is that he has not yet been cultivated. He tolerates everything with the meaning of the sword, and everything can be transformed into the realm of the sword. However, even if he cultivates to that level, there will still be a limit, but it is just to make the volume of the 'water tank' bigger.

Meng Xuan didn't expect that he had not yet understood the realm, which was broken by Lin Tian, and Lin Tian is still only the cultivation of the innate mid-term realm. Meng Xuan couldn't imagine how terrible Lin Tian would grow up in the future if he let Lin Tian grow up like this.

"No wonder although you only have innate mid-term cultivation, it is no accident that you can have such a strong strength." At this time, looking at Lin Tian, whose face was a little pale, the trace of contempt in Meng Xuan's eyes had been replaced by a solemn color.

Such an opponent deserves his respect.

"But what if you understand? With your current strength, you can't reach the limit that my sword can hold at all. Meng Xuan stared at Lin Tian, "If you are now innate peak, then in this fight, it may not be necessary to win or lose in the end, but now..."

"You won't have a chance!" After saying that, the silver sword in Meng Xuan's hand was covered with a layer of blurred turquoise halo, and the speed was extremely fast. Countless sword shadows overlapped and formed a line. It did not give Lin Tian any chance to react at all, so he came directly to Lin Tian.

Looking at the attacking green sword shadow, Lin Tian was shocked. In an instant, the lightning flashed to the limit and dodged. While avoiding Meng Xuan's turquoise sword shadow, Lin Tian did not give in. He waved the heavy-blooded sword in his hand and performed the Batian knife method. Each type cooperated with each other, applied the power of his own thunder body to the extreme, and merged with the knife, and slashed Meng Xuan.

However, Meng Xuan's sword meaning is too vast, and it can completely accommodate, pull and offset the terrorist power contained in Lin Tian's knife method with the artistic conception of four or two dials of a thousand catties.

While Lin Tian was fighting with Meng Xuan, although he was suppressed to death by Meng Xuan, Meng Xuan, as Lin Tian, faced the strongest opponent after he came to the world of cultivation. That kind of pressure, like an oven, kept exercising Lin Tian's knife skills, which made Lin Tian's understanding of Ba Tian's knife method more thorough.

In the past, Lin Tian's domineering knife method, every knife, every style, had boundless hegemony, as if that domineering, for the world alone, hegemony to the extreme, only self-respect, only care about moving forward bravely, really fierce.

And now, fighting with Meng Xuan, Lin Tian's knife spirit, under therong na of Meng Xuan's sword, has slowly become round, no longer as strong and fierce as before, very dominant. Instead, it is like a long gun that is suddenly melted. It can bend and stretch, straight and bend, but it can be rigid and soft. Even the hegemony contained in the knife method is slowly slowing down and completely integrating the knife, turning into a new artistic conception of rigidity and softness.

At this time, Lin Tian was completely immersed in the enlightenment and fought with Meng Xuan crazily.

And Meng Xuan naturally felt the change of Lin Tian, especially Lin Tian's knife method. Between one knife, it is no longer like the original one that only seeks strength and power. The knife is extremely dominant, but becomes simple, as if returning to the original and returning to nature.

Feeling this, Meng Xuan's face changed, and there was a trace of anger in his heart. "I actually took me as a sparer and was refining the knife."

Although Meng Xuan was angry in his heart, he was also shocked.

In such a state, fighting with the enemy can actually find out the shortcomings of their own knife skills from the enemy's swordsmanship, improve them, and integrate into a new artistic conception, so that the knife method reaches a kind of milk. The degree of blending, hardness and softness.

At the same time that Meng Xuan was shocked and angry, he also secretly admired this understanding.

"Dare to take me as a trial stone and die!" Meng Xuan shouted in a low voice.

"The blue shadow is in the sky!"

The long sword in Meng Xuan's hand burst out a strong turquoise light in vain, and the green sword shadows shot out of the turquoise light. Like ten thousand swords returning to the sect, it turned into a sword shadow all over the sky, covering Lin Tian in an instant.

Immersed in the knife skills, Lin Tian, who attacked Meng Xuan crazily, was instantly awakened from the understanding of the knife method.

"Huh, go to hell!" Meng Xuan snorted coldly, shrouding Lin Tian's ten thousand sword shadows, overlapping each other, like a stormy wave in the sky, and finally converged into a solid green sword light, stabbing Lin Tian's chest.