Chapter 422 -- When there is a battle

Lin Yuanlang laughed loudly, "Langya, your swordsmanship is wonderful, but you may not be able to play the highest realm with killing in your heart - otherwise, you will not stay at the peak of the later realm of Zifu for so many years and never make any progress."

"Although I am not talented, I only know that I have a sword in my hand, and there is no reason to advance or retreat! Today's World War, until the end, who will kill the deer!"

Langya opened his eyes and laughed wildly, "It's up to you, and you still want to give birth to me. Although I kill, the sword is the sword of killing, and I will kill with a sword. Do you want to save people?"

Langya was furious. The last thing he wanted to hear was his state. He stayed in this realm for many years and did not advance at all.

They fought verbally and wanted to find out each other's weaknesses. Langya was especially aggressive and wanted Lin Yuan to collapse without fighting.

It's a pity that his words have no effect on Lin Yuan at all, and he doesn't understand how to find Lin Yuan's flaws.

Lin Yuan laughed and said, "In this case, if you don't say much, I'll show you my sword!"

"Hmm! I don't know how to live!"

From the dialogue, Langya also understood that Lin Yuan's heart was like iron, and his words were completely useless. Finally, he gave up and his figure flashed. Then, Lin Yuan's figure also flashed constantly. Obviously, he wanted to leave this place to find a suitable place to fight.

The scene in front of us has changed again.

Originally, it was a noisy area, but at this time it suddenly became the top of a cliff. The two stood on the edge of the cliff and confronted each other far away.

Wind and rain, thunder and lightning.

The downpour is pouring down, and the heavy raindrops hurt when hitting the face.

In the air, there was dazzling lightning passing by, followed by a rumble of thunder.

The wall, thunderstorm, and dark clouds!

At this time, God seemed to do this on purpose. The whole scene changed in an instant. In the storm, thunder and lightning roared. Even if Langya could not do anything, he could feel the oppression of the strong violent power.

At this time, under such a scene, the momentum of Langya was fully displayed, and the murderous spirit carried a violent momentum and swept the whole area in an instant.

A cyan barrier appeared around Langya in an instant, and the surrounding rain was evaporated and dissipated in the air, and wisps of rain and fog also appeared in an instant.

Young and frivolous, stormy, thunder and lightning, a battle.

At this time, Lin Yuan was like a sculpture, motionless in the storm, carefully feeling the subtleties in the previous momentum.

And at this time, Langya seems to be too suitable for him. With the cooperation of the right time and place, he has reached the peak of swordsmanship in this life.

"Such a good time and place, God let me fight, then I will fight a peak battle." Langya laughed and felt the scene.

I only heard him scream strangely, and he shot out with a sword, and the thunder roared, which overwhelmed the thunder in the sky. The wind blew, the rainstorm changed direction, the thunder roared, and the lightning was added.

Manpower overwhelms the power of nature. Although it is not caused by its own momentum, it is also like a rainbow!

Langya is tall and his eyes are shining on this rainy night, as if the world is all under his control. The power of wind and thunder must be used by him, and no one can resist it!

What a power this is!

In contrast, Lin Yuan is as small as a leaf in the rain at this time. Under the storm, it is about to be swallowed up in an instant.

"Your sword of wind and thunder is very suitable for such a battle. You are known as a swordsman, so it is also a blessing to defeat you at your peak." Lin Yuan opened the corners of his mouth and said lightly.

Lin Yuan's sword exuded a faint purple-gold light, which was not too gorgeous. He still held his sword flat and smiled indifferently, as if this overwhelming pressure did not affect his body.

Langya is not in a hurry to attack.

After all, the sword before this also gave him an understanding of Lin Yuan's strength.

Although the previous sword seemed ordinary, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the back moves were endless, which also made him dare not act rashly.

Although God gave him the right time and place at this time, Langya still watched carefully and wanted to see Lin Yuan's sword road.

As a teenager who is only 18 years old, he still has such a deterrent power against the swords in this situation. No matter how much he defeats, he is already honored.

But Lin Yuan doesn't need such glory. What he wants is victory!

Victory against the real swordsman!

Langya is waiting at this time, and he is also waiting, feeling this battle scene. Although the time and place at this time are inclined to Langya, it is not Lin Yuan's experience.

Wind, thunder and rain, what Langya cultivates is thunder. His madness, his madness, and his killing are all emitted in the wind and rain. At this moment, the sky trembles.

Lin Yuan saw that Langya had not been taking action for a long time, smiled, and did not delay any more time. He suddenly cut it with a sword!

Rain splashing!

The rainstorm kept pouring down. Lin Yuan cut it with a sword. This time, Langya did not have a hard catch, which is not in line with the style of sword idiots. He took a step back to avoid this straight sword.

Lightning passed by, illuminating his gloomy face. The sword was bright and snowy. Lin Yuan's sword failed, and the offensive was continuous. Naturally, it did not stop.

The purple-gold sword light is one after another, as if passing through the purple-gold streamers in such a space, and Langya is abnormal and has been retreating.

On the cliff, two figures chase each other, and different swordsmanships are generated, illuminating the sky of Hunan. In the distance, warriors are also curious about such battles.

Anyway, it should be a tragic battle. At this time, the two actually chased one game, which was not in line with the real situation. However, they did not say anything, but opened their eyes wide and looked at the battle in the front area.

The purple-gold sword spirit was emitted from time to time, and in mid-air, black holes were also shattered under the cutting of the purple-gold sword spirit, greeting him one by one.

Every step is also on the rocks that fall on the cliff!

His swordsmanship is getting faster and faster, and his footsteps are getting faster and faster. Under the heavy rain, the ground is already full of water. Where he steps, the water splashes.

Langya's face seems to be more and more dignified. He is also surprised by Lin Yuan's swordsmanship. It seems that they have never been recorded for so long to watch a person's swordsmanship like this.

But he still hasn't figured out Lin Yuan's swordsmanship.

It is unpredictable and arbitrary, but every sword is magical and mysterious, which makes Langya secretly frightened.

What kind of swordsmanship is this boy practicing? There is an inexplicable rhythm in it, but it doesn't seem to be the existence of sword rhyme?

Moreover, this is the most suitable scene for his own battle. Why is he not blocked at all, but more brave and moving forward?

The more panicked Langya is, the calmer Lin Yuan will be.

Perhaps, the realm of Langya is better than that of himself, and perhaps, Langya's cultivation time is better than that of his own field. However, his own efforts and the pain suffered in his own cultivation do not need to be less for everyone else.

Lin Yuan's cultivation path, lack of training, is a lack of real genius to fight with him. Obviously, this ancient battlefield is an opportunity for him and a place for his experience.

Today's Langya is one of his best grindstones.