Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 313 Huang Lin: Huang is from the Sword Sect!

"Boom. Boom."

Huang Lin, who was retreating all the way, saw pieces of stone bricks under his feet shattered, and his expression was extremely dignified.

This hand of wisdom is too restrained from the martial arts style of the Xiaoyao Sect!
It's as if an elegant and agile person suddenly fell into a quagmire!
Thinking of this, Huang Lin turned his true energy and sprayed it from the spring.

"Boom~~"

The stone bricks under his feet exploded, and while the gravel was splashing, his body quickly retreated, and the scarlet phoenix in his hand turned into a light curtain in the blink of an eye.

shoot.
beat.
point.
拨.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa~~"

The splashed gravel brought Li Xiao to shoot wisdom at an extremely fast speed!

While the opponent was resisting the gravel, Huang Lin put his sword back into its sheath, his body leaned slightly, and his aura suddenly changed drastically.

If the Huang Lin just now looked like an exiled immortal in the world, now he is a peerless swordsman showing his sharpness, with the potential of a volcano about to erupt.

"Bang~~~"

As soon as Wisdom blocked the gravel like flowers and rain, he saw Huang Lin rushing towards him like thunder, with his right hand resting on the hilt of the long sword that had already been sheathed, and there seemed to be a lot of danger brewing in it. Thunder!

The moment he got close to Zhizhi, Huang Lin felt the feeling of being bound by a quagmire again.

"Zi~~~clang~"

The strong and ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing resounded through the mountains, and those who were less powerful in the field raised their hands to cover their ears tightly.

"Humph!"

Yu Wenhuaji let out a cold snort, and Xiao Guowei's complexion returned to normal behind him, and the same was true for Du Fuwei's side.

On the contrary, the thick and thin man lying on the outer wall of Jingju Temple had blood flowing out of the ears pierced by the sound, and they were so frightened that they scrambled and climbed down the mountain.

At this time, on the Ziyun Pagoda next to the west courtyard of Jingju Temple, several beautiful women were watching the square in front of the Heavenly King Hall.

These people were all surrounded by a strange aura, and the ear-piercing voice was absorbed by this strange aura, and had no effect on them at all.

If the burly man was here, he would definitely be able to recognize the white-haired woman standing on the far side.

"I didn't expect this kid to have tricks!"

The headed woman has a pair of beautiful eyebrows slanted into the temples, her eyes are as black as lacquer, and she is very energetic. Unfortunately, the veil is half-hidden, so you can't see the whole picture clearly, but only the exposed part is already graceful and full of intoxicating charm. amorous feelings.

"Master, is this Evil Sword Immortal really the descendant of that person?"

The one who spoke was a woman in white with light makeup and glossy lips. She had long hair and black pupils, and she was smiling. Coupled with those crystal bare feet, she looked like a mountain elf.

As soon as she said these words, the others fell silent immediately, not daring to move at all, and even stopped breathing.

The beautiful woman squinted at her and said lightly:

"Plausible, it shouldn't be. I seem to have heard of this Happy School somewhere."

"Oh"

The barefoot woman blinked her dark eyes, and continued to look at Huang Lin in the distance below curiously. In an instant, her mouth expressed surprise.

However, after Huang Lin pulled out the Chihuang that was filled with true energy, the sword's body was full of cold light, and the sword's light was flickering, and it easily cut through the quagmire-like bondage.

The speed exploded instantly!

People passed by Zhihui's side like a stream of light, and the cold light flashed past Zhihui's waist.

"When~"

The sound was like a bell, obviously the blow was fruitless!
Huang Lin paused, turned around and hung upside down, and slashed at Zhizhi who was still in place from a distance.

The thick and strong sword energy, like a real thing, exploded on the Scarlet Phoenix Sword!
Before the sword energy came to him, the monk's robe of wisdom had been blown loudly, and his thin figure was revealed by the close-fitting monk's robe, but at the moment his mind was completely focused on the incomparably condensed sword energy.

"Well!"

Immediately, he pinched his hands and made a Buddha seal.

Then he raised his palm and clapped it, and a huge pale golden palm came out, facing the sword energy that was striking at his head.

"Boom~~~"

The air waves rolled, and the stone pillars on both sides were blown to the ground one after another. Wisdom, who was closer to the place where the swords and palms intersected, was pushed back even more, and he plowed two deep grooves on the stone bricks.

After this move, Huang Lin seemed a little exhausted, his face was slightly pale, his chest fluctuated, but his wisdom was not much better, and his face was slightly flushed.

Obviously, this is too expensive!
"Ami."

"Crack!"

How could Huang Lin not know what his opponent was up to?
Want to get angry?
There are no doors!

While drinking violently, he stomped heavily.

"Bang~"

Man again rushes to wisdom!

At this time, he had already gained confidence. In terms of strength, he should be about the same as Wisdom, but he probably lacked a means of true martial arts, so he was a little bit tied up ahead.

But after violently breaking through that layer of restraint with the sword drawing technique just now, my confidence increased greatly!

After getting rid of the methods he is not good at, what is left is hard power!

Although he was not proficient in the move just now and consumed more energy than the opponent, he must recover faster than the opponent!

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than twenty moves.

Huang Lin wandered around, the sword light was like a gust of wind and rain, continuously.

Wisdom stands on the spot, with a pair of palms glowing with light gold, blocking left and right, as stable as a rock.

Several masters in the field could see that the two were evenly matched, and it was still too early to say who would win.

It hasn't been long since the fight, but the strength of the two is equal, and the consumption is too high. At this time, they can no longer control their strength finely.

The overflowing zhenqi messed up the floor tiles and stone pillars around the two of them.

Fifty strokes.
Eighty strokes.
One hundred twenty
Two hundred strokes.
Huang Lin's face was already pale, the sweat evaporated as soon as he came out, and the heat rose above his head. No matter how fast he recovered his qi, he couldn't keep up with the faster consumption of zhenqi.

Wisdom's face also had a look of ashes, his expression was extremely dignified, every move was as heavy as a thousand weights, and the monk's robe on his body was already tattered, bloodstains could be seen faintly.

He had always planned to use his profound skills to fight for consumption, but he didn't expect the opponent to be so resilient.

Failed!
If you continue to fight, you may hurt your foundation, so you can only take risks!

It is impossible to admit defeat, if it was fine in the past, but now it is time for the situation to change, as the face of Buddhism, the impact is too great!
Especially if the other party belongs to the Taoist school!
This guy is even more exaggerated than Ning Daoqi back then!
With this in mind, Zhizhi took a step forward facing the slanted long sword, gathered his true energy in his left palm and slapped it out loudly.

The Scarlet Phoenix Sword was immediately repelled, Zhizhi's left palm was almost cut off, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

With the rest of his true energy, taking advantage of Huang Lin's chance to return his sword, he hit his chest with his right palm!
If this palm is solid, the best result for Huang Lin is to lie down for a year or so. This is because he has a strong physical body and a lot of resources in his hands.

At this time, Huang Lin's right hand had no time to change his moves due to inertia. Looking at the palm that was getting closer and closer, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, he let go of his right hand and directed the bomb, and the red phoenix moved to the left in an instant.

While raising the left hand, mobilize the last true energy in the body to the chest.

"Bang~~~"

Huang Lin's palm on the chest suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, and his body inevitably backed up. This made the scarlet phoenix, which was originally slashing at the opponent's neck, also change its trajectory.

"Pfft~"

A right arm with a broken monk's robe fell to the ground!
"Pfft~~"

The two sprayed blood mist at the same time.

Wisdom gritted his teeth, raised his half-disabled left hand to touch his right shoulder with a bloodless face, and looked at Huang Lin with a deep gaze, which made people wonder what he was thinking.

Huang Lin's body was already a mess at this time, but fortunately he was not stupid enough to run the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi just now, otherwise he would have been paralyzed at this moment.

With his backhand, he took out two Nine-turn Bear Snake Pills and stuffed them into his mouth, and after swallowing them with blood, he grinned at Wen Gang, who was rushing towards him with a man on his face.

Today, I'm afraid I'm going to work hard!

Sure enough, as soon as Wen Gang brought the people nearby, Zhizhi fell into a coma. Two monks jumped out, caught Zhizhi before he fell to the ground, and quickly carried him to the backyard.

"Amitabha! The donor is indeed the heir of the evil king, and he has played such a vicious hand in the competition!"

After looking at Zhizhi with concern, Wen Gang stared at Huang Lin for a moment, and at the same time waved for his disciples to surround him.

Handing the red phoenix to his right hand, Huang Lin calmed down the chaotic qi in his body, and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's up to your Tiantai sect to decide whether right or wrong is right or wrong? If it wasn't for Mr. Huang who has some tricks, he might have died on the spot. If you talk about the successor of the evil king, your Tiantai sect can't afford to lose?"

He is now eager to engage in some verbal wars to delay the time, the longer the delay, the better for him.

"Amitabha!"

Wen Gang put his hands together, sang the Buddha's name, and said slowly:

"The benefactor is already exhausted at this time, so let's catch him without a fight. If the temple finds out that the benefactor has nothing to do with the evil king in the future, he will definitely be innocent."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Hearing this, Huang Lin raised his head and laughed, but his eyes were cold.

"It's really overbearing, there's nothing like calling a deer a horse!"

Without waiting for Wen Gang to say more, Huang Lin continued:

"Wisdom is crippled. I'm afraid you think you can keep me with these crooked melons? Naive!"

While talking, Huang Lin walked towards Wen Gang.

There was obviously no fluctuation of true energy on his body, nor did he develop momentum, but the monk standing in front of him retreated step by step.

Finally, a younger monk couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere, so he swung his saber and slashed at Huang Lin from the side.

Huang Lin seemed to have never heard of it, staring at Wen Gang as he walked step by step, and said something inexplicable:

"Back then, I was a disciple of the Sword Sect!"

The hilt of the sword was turned upside down, and the hand was raised back.

Young monk, die!

(End of this chapter)