With blood surging, Fang Lin roared angrily, holding a sharp sword in his hand and glaring with eyes like a murderous god.
Before they could take action, the two men's momentum collided.
Between the intertwined fairy cyclones, little sparks swayed.
The stable arena was on the verge of collapse under the momentum of the two men.
"Heroes are born from youth, and youth are born from youth and are better than youth!"
When Ouyang Nanfeng saw this scene, his eyes were filled with admiration.
The two of them were able to unleash such momentum in the spirit realm, which is indeed worthy of praise.
Moreover, this year’s competition is full of talented people, especially Fang Lin, who is like a rising star.
It was also because of him that the competition became more exciting.
After all, no one has ever thought that a cultivator with a one-star spiritual body can compete with a nine-star spiritual body.
Fang Lin is breaking through everyone's perceptions time and time again.
"Geniuses are emerging in large numbers, and the great age is approaching. In this life, there will be a fight between dragons and tigers. Who will cultivate the great path and achieve the supreme myth?"
Ouyang Nanfeng looked into the distance and talked to himself.
At this time, the two people on the ring took action together! Wu Chong raised his long stick high and struck Fang Lin Tianling Gai directly on the head.
Although this move has no change of moves and no martial arts superposition, it is purely a competition of strength.
However, the nine-star spirit body has a strength of up to 20,000 kilograms, which is as heavy as Mount Tai! If an ordinary cultivator is hit by this stick, not only the head will be split, but the physical body will explode directly.
However, as a body cultivator, Fang Lin, who has just taken on the treasure body, likes this head-on approach the most.
Faced with this blow, Fang Lin not only showed no intention of retreating, but became even more excited.
After seeing through Fang Lin's intention, the leader became nervous.
This silly boy, who is obviously very good at swordsmanship, chooses to fight head-on! At the same time, the leader still has a trace of regret.
If he had known better, he would have given Fang Lin the Fuxian Gloves two days ago. In this way, he would have the strength to collide with the ninth level spirit body.
Bang! In the midst of lightning and fire, the two weapons collided, making a huge sound.
When the two intersect, sparks surge, forming a wave of air that spreads out in all directions like fireworks.
There were countless spectators in the audience, but they didn't expect that the power of the two people was so terrifying, and they knocked down a large area.
That feeling was like a strong wind sweeping over them, making them unable to stand up straight! But at the same time, the powerful counterattack force directly forced Wu Chong back.
He took dozens of steps back until he was at the edge of the ring, where he could no longer stop.
"Is this your ultimate power?"
Wu Chong's voice was hoarse, and his hands holding the spirit soldiers were trembling slightly.
The collision of extreme power allowed him to see Fang Lin's terror for the first time.
It was unjust that the previous academy was defeated by him! As for Fang Lin, he felt equally uncomfortable at this time.
The force of twenty thousand kilograms intertwined, and the collision that broke out was at least sixty thousand kilograms! At this time, half of his body sank deep into the ring, and the hand holding the sword was also cracked. There was even a trace on the corner of his mouth.
Blood flowed down.
This was the first time he bled since he stepped into the ring! However, Fang Lin didn't care at all.
"Well done!"
He roared and jumped up, his eyes full of excitement.
A man should make immortal achievements, so it doesn't matter if he saves a little blood. Today, he will create a legend - a one-star spirit body defeats a nine-star spirit body.
After the words fell, Fang Lin jumped forward with a "whoosh" sound.
The speed is so fast that it is impossible to see clearly.
Even when he ran out, he could still see the afterimage left behind! "What a fast movement!"
Ouyang Nanfeng's eyes lit up when he saw this scene.
For sword cultivators, apart from the way of the sword, the most important thing is body technique.
Otherwise, how can one practice swordsmanship to the point where he is as ethereal as an immortal?
At the same time, the people who were knocked over by the air wave also stood up. They looked up at the ring and could not see Fang Lin clearly.
Vaguely, only a black shadow could be seen moving quickly.
"Oh my god! At this speed, even if it kills me, I haven't even reacted yet, right?"
Some juniors lamented over and over again that their admiration for Fang Lin has reached a new level.
"Fang Lin's strength is too terrifying... I have scolded him before, but I wonder if he will settle a score with me!"
Some people are afraid.
Of course, it’s more about admiration.
Fang Lin opened the door to a new world for them! I don't know what others think, but at this moment, Fang Lin has completely integrated into the battle.
He was walking on Lingbo steps and holding a blue frost sword. With a long sword in his hand, he had the ambition to kill all the invincible enemies in the world.
The sword energy surged, gravel flew, and they pressed forward step by step.
Seeing that Fang Lin's offensive became more and more intense, Wu Chong was unwilling to be outdone.
The long stick in his hand is as flexible as a snake.
Either a sweep, a straight slash, or a wheel spin.
Using a variety of moves, he blocked Fang Lin's attacks one by one and at the same time, he attacked at the right time.
Integrated offense and defense, watertight! This is Fang Lin’s evaluation of Lingwuchong.
After five hundred rounds, the two finally separated and stepped aside.
At this time, the clothes on both of them were already torn.
Fang Lin had blood in his mouth, and his teeth had already been stained red.
His bare upper body was covered with large bruises, even covering most of his body.
These were all beaten by the long stick in Wu Chong's hand! Not only that, Fang Lin could also feel that the power of the long stick still remained in his body to this day.
Even if he stops now, he is still eroding Fang Lin's meridians.
What a domineering stick technique.
As for Wu Chong's situation, it's not much better than Fang Lin's.
At this time, he was pale and out of breath. He could only stand upright by relying on the support of the spiritual weapon in his hand.
There were no less than twenty large and small sword marks on his body, and the blood left at this time even dyed the blue clothes red, which was extremely exaggerated.
"Happy! So happy!"
Fang Lin exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked up to the sky, laughing wildly.
This kind of battle is the battle that I and he long for.
Looking at the two academies, there are not many people who can fight him for 300 rounds.
"One move will determine the outcome!"
When Fang Lin's laughter died down, Wu Chong's voice came over.
At this time, he had adjusted his condition.
The fight just now made him know the scariest thing about Fang Lin.
It's not about his strength, not his aura, not his sword moves, but his state! Those three hundred moves, the further they go, the more terrifying Wu Chong feels.
He even had a vague feeling that Fang Lin was using him to hone his sword skills! If he continued, Fang Lin might be able to master his sword skills immediately.
At that time, he had no chance! "Do you think you can beat me?"
Fang Lin did not agree directly, but asked a question.
Wu Chong was stunned for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "How can I know if I have never tried it?"
"In that case, it's up to you!"
Fang Lin pointed his long sword in the distance, and the sound of the sword whistling was like an eagle striking the sky, its cry continuing for a long time.
The conversation between the two attracted countless people.
When the words fell, thousands of people in the audience held their breath.
At that moment, they seemed to be transformed into Fang Lin, standing on the ring, moving forward indomitably, killing the enemy...
