Everyone looked at Nangong Hua who was defeated in an instant. It was unimaginable that Tang Lin defeated Nangong Hua so quickly just with the strength of the Sixth Warrior Realm.
You must know that although Nangong Hua is only at the seventh level of a warrior, with his powerful physical skills and martial arts, even ordinary martial arts gods will have a headache when they encounter him.
All the phantoms in the audience disappeared, leaving only Tang Lin standing in the center of the battle stage. There were several small gaps on the fine iron sword blade he held in his hand. However, the jet-black red-tasseled spear that flew out fell to the ground.
At this time, there was a "click" sound like a mirror.
Broken
Everyone can't believe it
This jet-black red-tasseled spear was made of thousands of years of ice. Under Tang Lin's fierce attack, it couldn't withstand the storm-like attack and directly shattered!
Guns are like this, but what about people?
Nangong Hua was lying on the ground, blood pouring out of the corner of his mouth. The wrist where he held the gun had cracked open.
There was a moment of silence
Thinking of the hundreds of phantoms just now, all of which used the magical "Sword Rain" sword technique. It was just a flanking attack. Nangong Hua had no idea how many sword impacts he had endured. It was probably because Tang Lin considered the weapon in his hand that he did not confront anyone head-on, but instead used
Even if he strikes it with skillful force, the lethality is still frightening.
"Is this really the Sixth Realm of Warriors?"
"Is this the martial arts in the Star Pavilion?"
"I remember that Tang Xiaofeng also used the Hundred Illusion Bodies, but she couldn't use the Hundred Illusion Bodies and let each of them use their sword skills."
"What kind of monster is this?"
Everyone looked at Tang Lin, their eyes filled with disbelief
The red building owner looked solemn and said in a low voice: "The sword technique is natural, and the body and sword techniques are integrated into one. Such a state can only be achieved by understanding the realm of the unity of heaven and man to the extreme!"
Tang Xiaofeng nodded slightly. She knew how difficult it was to use the "Sword Rain" sword technique after using the Hundred Illusions. She had tried many times but could not learn it.
Seeing Tang Lin's strength, she was very happy
The purple host flashed, helped Nangong Hua up, and took him quickly off the stage. After a while, he came back and praised Tang Lin: "At such an age, it is really commendable to have mastered swordsmanship and body skills to such a level.
, If you reach the seventh level of warrior today, I'm afraid this duel really doesn't need to continue."
Tang Lin smiled humbly and said: "Thank you, the poster."
Since his body skills reached the realm of "transcendental sainthood", this was the first time Tang Lin used 60% of his strength to fight. Although the fight looked easy, in fact, if his body skills were not strong, Nangong Hua could completely rely on the strength of the seventh level warrior.
Pressed so hard that I can't breathe
"Next" the purple poster looked back at the two people behind him, his eyes falling on the other young man in purple military uniform.
"I'm coming." At this moment, the young man dressed in white as snow suddenly said
The purple host glanced at him, but didn't say anything. He nodded and said, "Okay."
The young man in purple military uniform next to him smiled and said: "If Jianfeng can defeat everyone, I won't have to participate in the war."
The purple poster nodded, knowing that this was no joke
"Jianfeng?" Tang Lin, who had keen hearing, was startled for a moment, looked at the young man in white and said in surprise: "Are you Xie Jianfeng?"
The young man in white walked out slowly, looked at Tang Lin coldly, curled up a smile at the corner of his mouth, like a grin, but also like a sneer, and said: "We haven't seen each other for three years, have you forgotten me?"
Tang Lin frowned
In his impression, the Xie Jianfeng in the past was relatively withdrawn but not annoying, but the Xie Jianfeng in front of him gave him a very uncomfortable feeling.
This is what I felt when I came on stage
"It's only been three years, and you actually reached the seventh realm of a warrior." Tang Lin looked at Xie Jianfeng and frowned. He always felt that this matter was weird.
Xie Jianfeng sneered and said: "I will not show mercy in this duel. You'd better be careful. If you lose your limbs, don't blame me."
Tang Lin stared at him
The purple poster seemed to be used to Xie Jianfeng, and said to the two of them: "The duel begins."
The two of them entered the battle arena
Under Tang Lin's gaze, Xie Jianfeng turned his hand, and a dark long sword slowly appeared in his hand. This long sword was as black as ink, as if it could swallow up light, and exuded a cold, sticky feeling.
Tang Lin felt like vomiting when he saw this sword.
"Choose your sword!" Xie Jianfeng said with a grin.
Tang Lin pondered, and at this moment, Tang Xiaofeng suddenly flashed and appeared behind him, handed him a thin sword, and said: "This is mine, named 'North Star'. The master forged it for me personally. You use it first."
"
Tang Lin looked down and found that it was an ice-colored thin sword. The hilt was inlaid with several spiritual stones, as beautiful as a star.
Tang Lin vaguely felt that something was wrong with Xie Jianfeng in front of him, which gave him a depressing feeling. To be cautious, he did not refuse. He held the sword in his hand and felt the feel of the hilt.
Xie Jianfeng looked at the sword in his hand with disdain, laughed ferociously, and suddenly rushed towards him. His dark eyes flashed with light like will-o'-the-wisps, and the long black sword in his hand came towards Tang Lin like thunder.
"Demon Killing Sword!"
Whoosh!
The dark scarf appeared on Tang Lin's forehead like a ghost.
Tang Lin's eyes flashed, and his body instantly retreated ten feet. He saw Xie Jianfeng holding a long black sword, looking at him with a look of provocation.
"The sword technique is so fast. The speed of the sword just now is not inferior to the 'Sword Thunder' of the third level of "Seven Star Sword Art""
Tang Lin frowned and thought
At this time, Xie Jianfeng's body was like thunder, and he attacked Tang Lin crazily. Every sword strike was made of nature, maximizing his speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.
Perfect swordsmanship!
Everyone who saw Xie Jianfeng's sword skills was a little distracted. Such sword skills were simply beyond their imagination.
With one sword, it seems to bring out the momentum of heaven and earth
The momentum of each sword is like a king dominating the world
The sword moves with the wind, the wind moves with the sword
This dark long sword seems to be able to appear in any position at will. No matter how tricky, weird, or unimaginable the position is, it can stab it.
Tang Lin wielded the North Star Sword and resisted with great difficulty.
"How is such a swordsmanship possible!" Tang Lin was secretly surprised. After not seeing him for just three years, Xie Jianfeng's swordsmanship had reached such an incredible level!
The red poster stared at Xie Jianfeng and said: "At that time, this person's talent was mediocre. Now three years later, he has developed such a powerful sword technique. It's really scary! Even I may not be able to perform sword techniques like this.
Perfect!"
Tang Xiaofeng frowned, looking a little worried
Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, Tang Lin stepped back step by step. He observed that Xie Jianfeng's swordsmanship reached an incredible level, but his body skills were still at the level of harmony between man and nature.
"Back then, I defeated you." Tang Lin's eyes boiled with fighting spirit, and he clenched the hilt of his sword, "Now, I can still do it!"
"Hundred Phantom Bodies!"
"Sword Thunder!"
Tang Lin's body suddenly transformed into hundreds of clones. Each phantom held the North Star Sword, as cunning as a meteor, and moved toward Xie Jianfeng to surround him.
Xie Jianfeng frowned, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and a wisp of black aura emerged from the pitch-black blade in his hand, and he suddenly swung it like a blade storm, completely covering his body in it.
Bang bang bang bang...
Countless sword lights flash
Hundreds of phantoms suddenly disappeared, and Tang Lin's body appeared on the battlefield. Looking up, he saw that Xie Jianfeng's body was covered in scars, his clothes were damaged in many places, and bright red blood flowed from the back of his hand, sliding down the hilt of the sword.
The hilt of the sword seemed to be bloodthirsty, swallowing up Xie Jianfeng's blood.
Tang Lin's pupils shrank when he saw it
At this time, Xie Jianfeng had raised his head, looked at Tang Lin ferociously, and roared: "Death!" A rich black aura emerged from his body, and he held a dark long sword in his hand. He was facing towards Tang Lin in the posture of a man and a sword.
Tang Lin came suddenly
as fast as lightning
Tang Lin had almost no possibility of dodge
However, at the critical moment, Tang Lin's body swayed slightly and moved diagonally to avoid this shocking sword.
"Sword Thunder!" Tang Lin stabbed Xie Jianfeng's vest with his backhand sword.
puff!
The blade of the sword sliced through Xie Jianfeng's clothes and cut open his skin.
Tang Lin quickly retreated, a pure Yang Qi emerged from his body, tightly wrapping his body, and stared coldly at Xie Jianfeng in front of him.
At this time, Xie Jianfeng was exuding a soaring black aura, like a peerless demon. He roared towards Tang Lin regardless of his injuries.
This shocking scene shocked everyone
"Demon, it's demonic energy!"
"He's possessed by a demon!"
Everyone looked at Xie Jianfeng in shock
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two figures flashed past, and the red building owner appeared in front of Xie Jianfeng. He slapped him on the back of the head and knocked him unconscious.
The purple poster looked solemn, pressed his body with both hands, and injected a burst of purple energy into his body. After a moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and the long black man fell into Xie Jianfeng's hand.
Even though he was unconscious, Xie Jianfeng's fingers were still tightly grasping the long black sword.
"This is a magic sword!" The purple poster said solemnly.
The red poster stared at the long black sword and suddenly said: "This is something from the 'Ancient Battlefield', how could it appear in his hand?"
The purple poster shook his head and said: "He was possessed by this magic sword and his strength increased greatly. No wonder his strength suddenly increased dramatically in the past two years. It turns out that he relied on this magic immersion power."
The red poster stretched out his hand to press Xie Jianfeng's heart, his brows gradually furrowed, and he said: "He has very little vitality left. It seems that he has made a contract with Mo Zong, at the expense of overdrafting his vitality in exchange for this short-term power...
What a stupid boy!"
The purple poster glanced at Tang Lin next to him, his eyes flickered, and said: "Perhaps he is too obsessed with something, so he was taken advantage of by this magic sword."
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