"This floor is the floor where the gap between you and me is the smallest. We are almost reaching our limit. I don't think I will have the chance to look at you again in this life. I can only seize this moment!"
"If you win, you can naturally understand the secret of Xingtian Secret Sutra through this battle, but if you lose, you will die here!" Zhao Ling'er raised her spear.
She no longer has much divine power flowing through her body, and can only maintain a very low fighting posture.
Lin Chen smiled bitterly.
"Okay", Lin Chen agreed.
There will eventually be a battle!
Can't avoid it.
He clenched his fist and the "world" was spinning.
Zhao Ling'er no longer has any unnecessary nonsense. The tip of the spear is burning. It is not a flame, but the destructive power given by the Xingtian Secret Sutra. That power is stirring, destroying the surrounding sky, constantly twisting and breaking, so it looks like a burning flame.
generally!
Both of them have no extra strength at this moment. What Zhao Ling'er can use is only the power of the Xingtian Secret Sutra, which is the other half of the emperor's inheritance.
Immediately, a shot came out at extremely fast speed, like a straight line!
As for Lin Chen, the edge of his fist was also shaking, and his strength could only be maintained at a low limit. The "world" was dim. At this moment, his eyes flickered and he punched out!
The two forces collided fiercely, and the world was intertwined between life and death.
At this moment, most of the power of the two people is used to maintain their own status, so the offensive power is very limited. More often, it is not a competition of power, but a collision between moves and avenues.
"Boom boom boom!"
The roar is endless, both sides are going back and forth, the rhythm is extremely fast, every detail is accurately grasped, and they are trying to catch the flaws of others while not exposing their own flaws.
Lin Chen is no longer able to enter the state of Shura. At this moment, he is fighting Zhao Ling'er in his normal state. In terms of battle memory, he has no advantage!
"Ling'er, have you seen more life and death than me?" Lin Chen whispered, using his fists to block the thrusting spear.
"But I have never died, and you have died once, and my state of mind is still not as good as yours!" Zhao Ling'er raised his spear, deflected Lin Chen's fist, and then pierced the ground with the tip of the spear, using it as the center of the circle, and swept his body with a strike
The whip's leg went straight to Lin Chen's face.
Lin Chen blocked the whip kick with his elbow, and the destructive force made his bones hurt.
However, Lin Chen used his strength to face down, held up his body with one hand, and kicked Zhao Ling'er back with both legs. Zhao Ling'er immediately blocked the handle of the gun in front of him, and immediately stepped back. However, he twisted his waist and stabbed out with his backhand!
Lin Chen punched again and blocked this punch.
Such back-and-forth battles, each offensive and defensive round are compressed into a very short time, which is dizzying.
If anyone else were here, they would probably be amazed. The battle between the two was simply textbook level. As long as you watch the battle, you will definitely gain some insights.
The duel between moves is fierce and exciting, but there is also something invisible, which is the battle between the avenues.
The two forces of earth and emperor are constantly colliding and intertwining invisibly.
Lin Chen felt tremendous pressure. Zhao Ling'er had indeed practiced the Xingtian Secret Sutra to an extremely high level. Lin Chen was also deeply afraid of its destructive power.
But Zhao Ling'er's feeling should be more obvious. Lin Chen's Earth Emperor's Fist pressed her so hard that she could hardly breathe. The sense of oppression was too strong!
Fighting has always been an excellent way to master power.
Lin Chen quickly extracted himself from the initial collision between the avenues and began to digest and confirm this destructive power.
In order to win this battle, Zhao Ling'er had no reservation at all. She used all the power given by the Xingtian Secret Sutra.
This put more pressure on Lin Chen, but it also undoubtedly gave Lin Chen the opportunity to become familiar with this power faster.
A quarter of an hour later, Lin Chen began to have a clear understanding. He gradually began to understand what the destructive power inherited from the Xingtian Secret Sutra was, and began to pursue the essence.
He was distracted.
Zhao Ling'er instantly seized this opportunity, her spear was like fire, and her attack became fierce in an instant!
Allowing Lin Chen to distract himself from controlling the power of destruction is also a way for Zhao Ling'er to bridge the distance between the two. It seems that she indeed regards this opportunity as her only chance.
Her offensive and murderous intent had begun to become apparent.
She didn't want to continue, she was tired. At this moment, she completely gave herself over to killing. As for the final result, she no longer thought about it or cared about it.
Let’s settle it!
Lin Chen felt Zhao Ling'er's power increasing and felt her killing intent. At this moment, Zhao Ling'er only existed for this battle.
Regardless of whether she fulfilled Lin Chen or herself in the end, after this battle, she would not seek revenge from Lin Chen again.
Everything will come to an end after this battle.
Zhao Ling'er used everything she could, including Lin Chen's soft-heartedness and distraction, to create the best conditions for herself in her life!
kill!
Lin Chen was serious. He felt the fatal danger. He knew that he could not hold anything back. He also needed to deal with this battle with all his strength.
Fight hard, try your best.
You come and go, criss-crossing, they are all completely crazy.
This is already a real fight, not a contest, let alone a proof of martial arts, this is a life and death fight!
Blood is splashing.
The spear penetrated Lin Chen.
The fist roared, and one of Zhao Ling'er's shoulders was shattered.
The intensity of the battle continued to increase, and then began to slowly fall back. No one could continue the high-intensity battle. Their strength was being continuously consumed, and even Lin Chen found it difficult to replenish it in a short period of time.
Try your best to the end.
Both of them had difficulty breathing and were bleeding.
Zhao Ling'er could no longer maintain the operation of the Xingtian Secret Scripture. There was no longer fire on the tip of the spear, and there was no longer strong power attached to it.
Lin Chen no longer clenched his fists.
Zhao Ling'er no longer uses the Xingtian Secret Sutra. It is meaningless for him to continue using the Earth Emperor's Fist to fight against the enemy. Moreover, he has no power anymore.
The fist is weak.
So, hold the sword.
Simply holding the sword, there is no longer strong power stirring.
So simple and without power.
It's really like the past, when we were still very weak, when we were still in the Great Wei Dynasty, before the drastic changes happened.
It’s as if they were high-spirited when they met when they were young, competing tit-for-tat for dominance in the military camp. It’s as if that competition was just yesterday, and there were still the cheers of the elders and veterans in my ears.
"Zhao, Zhao Ling'er!" Zhao Ling'er whispered with difficulty, holding a gun in one hand and pointing at Lin Chen from a distance.
She is going to fall.
The last strength she had left could only support her to thrust out one more time.
"Lin, Lin Chen!" Lin Chen held the sword, blood dripping.
The image of the young man in the past seemed to travel through time and space, overlapping with the present moment. Lin Chen won that sparring match, and he took the initiative. Only then did the two of them fight side by side with a comradeship of life and death.
So what about this battle?
Draw a gun.
Draw your sword!
There are no power fluctuations, no more powerful magical skills, just the simplest guns and swords!
staggered.
penetrate.
Blood splattered.
Immediately, they faced each other, unable to kneel down.
Their upper bodies leaned forward, leaning against each other, leaving only silence.