Sword energy.

After the Chinese martial arts embraces the alchemy realm, they have unique alchemy power.

Lin Mosheng had a superficial understanding of this power from Liu Zhanhua.

It's like an invisible pair of hands, shaking the blood and shaking the air.

The mind-body swordsmanship, which is equivalent to the Baodan Transformation Realm, also condenses sword energy similar to the Dan Power.

The sword energy that droops like cherry petals seem to be messy, but each one is more sharp than Taro Kishimoto's wind blade.

The sword energy enveloped.

Lin Mosheng secretly used the power of the four symbols of the white tiger.

Although he was just an entry-level, Baihu had absolute control over the wind.

Like Taro Kishimoto, he can easily control the wind blade swinged by the knife and dissipate it invisible.

But when Lin Mosheng controlled the Sakura Petal Sword Qi on his body.

But a strong resistance came from above.

These sword energy that looked like wind blades seemed to be accompanied by the strong murderous intent of the swinger and had independent will.

Lin Mosheng was able to only use the surrounding wind to deflect the direction of these sword energy, but could not completely eliminate it.

In the eyes of the spectators, a strong wind whirled up with Lin Mosheng as the center, and violently brought up the tiny gravel and gravel on the ground.

These gravels, gravel and strong winds formed a barrier, blowing away the sword energy that was like cherry blossoms in the sky.

"Story!"

Shiro Yasuka said solemnly.

He was both surprised by Lin Mosheng's methods, but it was reasonable.

The other party claimed to be a disciple of Maoshan, which was a Taoist sect that had been famous for thousands of years and was even longer than the entire Neon Sword Taoist history.

It is normal for the other party’s disciple to know one or two surgery methods.

But now is a kendo showdown.

He couldn't help but laugh, "Is this the advice of a great country? If it's just like this, it won't be able to defeat Miyamoto."

It makes sense for him to say this.

The sword energy like cherry blossoms and the way to wake up the blow are just appetizers.

The real title of swordsman Ichirō Miyamoto was the power of Vajra!

I saw that in the battlefield, "Vajra Tianfeng" brought Miyamoto's dragon to hit Lin Mosheng like a comet.

The moment he raised his legs, his feet seemed to be out of gravity.

The eight-meter distance between the two sides actually arrived instantly.

The blade in his hand, which is as thick as a cherry tree, draws a half-moon wheel and slashes down.

The blade broke through the wind wall, cracked the gravel, and took Lin Mosheng's head.

A clang sound.

Just like the bells of an ancient temple.

Lin Mosen steadily caught the blow from Miyamoto Ikong.

However, the huge power even surpassed him in his normal state. Without the blessing of [Pojun], nor did he burn his efforts. The opponent's 24-point power was slightly better than himself.

A strange color flashed in Miyamoto's eyes. Even among the swordsman, few people were willing to take on their own slash head-on.

He even feels like a hero cherishes heroes. If the other party is not too young, his achievements may be limitless at his age.

But his hero, my enemy.

It was precisely because of Lin Mosen's talent that Miyamoto Ichirō made up his mind.

Today, we must never let the other party leave here!

The "Vajra Tianfeng" blade in his hand rotated and slashed down from another angle in the direction of Lin Mosheng's sword blade.

Different from rough appearance.

Although Miyamoto Ichirō is good at absolute power, his absolute momentum overwhelms the enemy.

But after all, he is a swordsman who integrates heart, skills and body. He also has the ability to be ghostly in his sword skills!

Dangdangdangdangdangdang.

The sound of the storm continued to come out.

Miyamoto Ichirō's "Vajra Tenbu" is like sticking to "Wash and cut in one word".

One inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous.

But this rule seems to be inapplicable to the current Miyamoto Ichirō.

He was like a violent bear performing ballet.

The exquisiteness even made many swordsmen present amazed at whether Miyamoto Ichirō was about to break through the swordsman cage.

To reach the realm of a great swordsman who can do whatever you want, all schools and freely squeeze.

Under Miyamoto Ichirō's great power like a bear and his ballet agility, Lin Mosheng's hand steadily caught every slash.

But his figure retreated again and again, completely suppressed.

Only a series of footprints were left, half an inch of the ground.

Shiro Hayaku shook his head sarcastically, "It seems that the winner has been decided. I didn't expect that this Chinese person could not even use all his strength to make Miyamoto Ikong do it."

Yuki Shangshan beside him looked at the field solemnly.

With their eyesight, Miyamoto Ikong's slash was like a sword curtain, completely covering Lin Mosheng from left to right, from top to bottom.

The advantage seems too obvious.

but······

Yuki Utama's eyes locked on Lin Mosheng, who had not changed color at all.

He remembered the shocking faces of the national thirteen-sided national sage last night.

Now, is it really the full strength of this man in front of me who dares to teach Neon Sword?

Just as he was going up the mountain to think about it, Miyamoto Kazuo actually forced Lin Mosen to retreat to the narrow corner of the corridor.

It seems you can only end here!

Miyamoto's eyes were filled with light.

Let you see what is the integration of mind, skills and body before you die!

Just when he thought so.

Suddenly, a red blood force visible to the naked eye rolled up on Lin Mosheng's body, which was as bright as smoke even in the scorching sun at noon.

"It's going to work hard."

Shiro Yasuhira restrained the sarcasm on his face and said seriously.

It is undeniable that Chinese martial arts are indeed powerful.

Burning the power of your heart and soul, at critical moments, the bursting power can often defeat the strong with the weak.

If it weren't for the limited hard work of a warrior, this gap would be enough to make the neon martial arts world desperate.

Hun!

It was also a heavy sound of sword storm.

But this time, the offensive and defensive momentum flipped.

The explosion of qi and blood was enough to allow Lin Mosheng to instantly make up for the 0.5 power gap.

Not only to make up for it, but from the beginning, Miyamoto Ichirō was the side that attacked, and he had definitely consumed a lot of energy.

With the blessing of [Secret Power], Lin Mosheng defended while drawing continuous power from the earth to recover.

One rises and the other falls, and the natural offensive and defensive momentum reverses.

Since you want to win with your strength, I will convince you!

"cut!"

Lin Mosheng's wake-up call was heard with the six-character mantra. Even though Miyamoto Ichirō has the [Vajra Heart] to guard his mind, he could not help but lose the opportunity at this time.

Then, a slash like a storm enveloped Miyamoto Ichirō.

With one sword and one step, Miyamoto Ichirō retreated back into the atrium.

Everyone watching the game was silent.

Because just now, when Lin Mosheng's "slash" sounded, he had a better chance to directly injure or even seriously injure Miyamoto Ichirō.

But he gave up and forced Miyamoto Ichirō back to the battlefield in an incredible way of replying.

What is even more incredible is that the slash Lin Mosheng swung was exactly the same as Miyamoto Ichirō's divine thoughts, Tiancai Flow!

Miyamoto Ichirō took two steps back and looked at Lin Mosheng who was not chasing him.

"You have secretly learned the secret passage of my divine thoughts, Tiancai Flow?"
To be continued...