Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 199 Where are you going?

Noon the next day.

Lin Haiya arrived at the practice room on time, this time it was Hua Li who brought him in and no one else saw him.

She is also the only spectator of this fight.

The moment he stepped into the practice room, Lin Haiya felt something different, not that the venue had changed, but that the people were different, and the temperament was also different.

Yesterday's Hua Yuzhang looked old, his whole body was shrouded in a smell of medicine, and the air he exhaled was old.

But today, he changed into another set of clothes and shaved off his beard. There are marks carved by the years on his bronze skin, and the scars on his face are clearer and calmer, as if he is decades younger.

Lin Haiya raised the knife in his left hand unconsciously, and his eyes became serious.

Seeing the attitude of the other party, why should he ask any more questions?
There is no need.

Such an attitude is the best answer.

"Disciple of Wusheng Pavilion, Lin Haiya!"

"It's not broken at a distance, Hua Yuzhang!"

The two reported their backgrounds and titles, and saluted each other with fists in the air.

Hua Li looked at them nervously from the side. Although she didn't think that grandpa would lose to this young man, she couldn't help becoming nervous. The orange she held in her hand was a little bit harder, and a drop of juice dripped down her fingers. , the orange-yellow liquid splashed down.

Like a signal for a starting gun.

It was Lin Haiya who launched the attack first, and in a bright white afterimage that could barely hear the sound, the knife was out of its sheath.

The left hand scabbard right hand knife, one left and one right staggered to the left and right sides of Hua Yuzhang, passing a cross in the middle.

"Silent knife, killing skills... Is it worthy of being Huo Qiushui's disciple?"

While Hua Yuzhang was commenting, the muscles on his arm were grasped violently, and the whole arm showed a brighter color, as if covered with a layer of dark yellow rock.

The scabbard and blade struck his arms, and there was a shrill and sharp sound, which made Hua Li hug his head and cover his ears subconsciously.

The knife slashed down without leaving a scar, not even a white mark.

Lin Haiya immediately moved back, and looked at his saber... This saber is named 'Fangcao', and it is also one of the famous sabers. It used to be the saber of Huo Qiushui when he was young.

The sharpness of the blade is definitely enough, it is more than enough to cut through the iron shirt of a Shaolin monk.

But on Hua Yuzhang's body, he couldn't achieve the effect of breaking the defense at all.

"mystery?"

"It's just the 'Xuanhuang Kung Fu' that has reached the pinnacle." Hua Yuzhang explained in a flat tone: "Everyone in the world of martial arts, once they reach a high level, can permanently change their physique and form a special kung fu. What you have practiced is the 'Huanglong Jue' of the earth attribute of the five elements, which is the inner part of the four-element magic art."

The five elements in the world, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, represent the central earth is the yellow dragon, which is also a cliché.

The Four Elephant Divine Art is in the top ten of the Divine Art List, and it can also be divided into five different exercises, Huanglongjue is one of them.

There are five kinds of exercises in the Four Elephant Divine Art, which is normal.

Hua Yuzhang's kung fu has reached the peak of cultivation, and his kung fu is running, and his body is like iron stone black rock.

Of course, since it is martial arts, there are flaws. It is impossible to practice the eyes and the lower part of the body. At the same time, there is a door like Jue Wushen's immortal golden body, but the door is optional... so even if Practitioners of the same skill body don't know where the door is.

Lin Haiya turned his wrist and denied it: "I'm afraid it's more than that. If it's just a skill, it shouldn't have such shock-reverse power."

He intentionally pulled the distance away to sense this force.

Hua Yuzhang laughed: "This is my secret technique, maybe this is what Huo Qiushui wants you to see!"

Lin Haiya said no more: "Please enlighten me again!"

Swinging the knife came, in an instant, the light of the knife was mixed with a continuous layer of courage.

Lin Haiya is a saber saint disciple and a genius in saber arts. In the early years, he traveled all over the world with Huo Qiushui. He came to the coast to watch the tide, sat on the ground for a day, and realized a set of saber skills and unique luck. method.

Its aura is long, and the saber technique is like a tide that keeps hitting the table.

I saw the light of the knife like a shadow, and the tidal knife technique called out one after another, one after another, as if as long as there was enough time, he could hack here for a full day.

But Hua Yuzhang just stood there without taking a step back, as if standing on a reef on the coast, even though the tide continued day and night, the reef still stood motionless.

One attack and one defense, the people watching are dazzled.

And Hua Li rubbed his eyes, as if he saw Hua Yuzhang's struggle under the light of the knife.

There was a slight pause in the movement of the latter's breath, and he was shocked by the light of the knife and took half a step back.

But the next moment, he pushed back again, and even stepped forward, raised his right leg, and started to shake his feet.

boom--!
In the fan-shaped area directly in front, the bricks on the ground within a range of ten meters were directly cracked and broken, and the stones flew out to a height of two or three meters, some fell on the ceiling, some penetrated the windows, and some embedded behind the gate.

The whole practice room felt as if it had been subjected to an earthquake.

This move directly destroyed Lin Haiya's balance, and his aggressive saber technique also came to a standstill, and he was shocked to hover in the air.

Hua Yuzhang still had a combo of moves, he swung his fist in the air, and the wind of the fist fell on Lin Haiya's back. He actually raised his scabbard to defend against the punch, as if he had eyes on his back.

Hua Yuzhang was about to swing his fist again, but saw a fierce knife light from under his turned body.

The fist and knife collided, and at the same time as the two interlaced, a bright red splashed out.

There was a five-centimeter scratch on the back of Hua Yuzhang's hand. The skin was traumatized, but the muscles and bones were not damaged.

Lin Haiya landed lightly after spinning three times in mid-air.

"The knife just now..."

"Piaoxu is one of my master's favorite moves." Lin Haiya said, "But I haven't mastered it yet."

Being able to find the angle of the knife when you are completely out of balance is also a kind of sacrificial skill.

Hua Yuzhang laughed, he didn't care about the injury on the back of his hand, he just felt happy, maybe he hadn't felt this kind of feeling for many years, injury, pain, and struggle.

Resisting the sharp pain in his heart, he said loudly: "Go on! Let me see your knife!"

Lin Haiya's eyes are no longer dull, but a sense of hunger and thirst, and his tone can't help revealing a little madness and secondary school: "Fang Cao is a little thirsty...so am I! Grandmaster Hua, be careful! "

The only spectator, Xiao Huali, was sitting in the corner watching these. She couldn't understand the exquisite moves of those swords, lights and swords, but could only see the horror of these two people, the sharpness of their attacks, and the wildness of killing each other.

All this deeply impacted her young heart.

This is the transcendent.

This is the transcendent.

It is not glamorous at all, but a cruel world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and it is a jungle where ferocious beasts fight each other but enjoy each other.

This battle lasted for more than an hour before gradually coming to an end.

Both sides pulled out all the stops.

Hua Yuzhang couldn't help but be even more amazed at the awesomeness of the younger generation. This age is already at the peak of the second level, and it is not far from the third level. If the level is the same, he must not be able to win.

Unfortunately, after all, he is still a young man, too immature.

The attacking route is too single. After all, he is inexperienced. If he changes the attacking route at will, he will be more likely to be led by his instincts, thus completely disrupting the attacking rhythm.

The sword technique can be crazy, but not chaotic.

If you can't control the weapon in your hand, you will become full of flaws in front of the eyes of masters.

It was another slash, the seemingly impeccable slash, but it was too reckless.

All you need to do is catch the knife and it's over.

Hua Yuzhang raised his hand and clasped the weapon. He had no doubt that he could withstand the knife, and it was not a dangerous act for a defense master like him.

Even Hua Li, a layman, can understand that as long as he catches the knife, Lin Haiya's weapon can be locked, and the swordsman without the knife can only admit defeat.

But at this moment, the weapon directly passed through Hua Yuzhang's palm, leaving a three centimeter deep wound on his tiger's mouth, and pierced through his chest.

Hua Yuzhang opened his mouth and coughed up blood, his momentum suddenly depressed.

It was not the coughing up of blood caused by this penetrating injury.

It was the accumulation and explosion of old wounds and dark wounds, and the exhaustion and weakness of the old body reached its peak.

His kung fu was released, and even his vision was in a trance for a moment, unable to hold the blade.

Lin Haiya drew his knife and retreated, blood spattered three feet.

He looked at his own weapon, and then at Hua Yuzhang, the blaze in his eyes receded slowly, and the raised corners of his mouth began to fall.

The disciples of Wusheng Pavilion stood here silently.

Hua Li couldn't bear it anymore, rushed out from the corner, and shouted with a blue face, "Grandpa!"

"Don't come here!" Hua Yuzhang roared in a low voice, his suppressed roar was like that of an old lion, the voice made Hua Li freeze.

"It's not over yet." Hua Yuzhang stared at Lin Haiya and said slowly. He supported his body, straightened his back again, and stared at the young man: "You don't want to withdraw the knife, do you?"

Lin Haiya said, "No, I still haven't made a knife yet."

"Then just use it!" Hua Yuzhang smiled: "Let me see where the limit is!"

Lin Haiya responded with a 'yes'.

He has already mastered a supernatural-level sword technique.

It's just that if this knife is cut out, Hua Yuzhang has no chance of surviving, and he has reached his limit.

Out of respect, he still held the knife, put the blade back into the scabbard, and began to gather strength. Even though he knew exactly what the result would be when he swung the knife, he still had no hesitation.

Hua Yuzhang swallowed the bright red spit, he didn't know if his old body could be released, but he still wanted to try.

He would rather be beheaded by the knife than die of old age on the sick bed.

The dignity and pride in his bones made him want to choose an appropriate way to die... so what if he used his own reputation to help those who came after him?

He loves it.

Why are you afraid of death?
The two looked at each other, and the same biting madness flashed in their eyes.

Lin Haiya drew his sword.

At that time, what was in his hand was no longer the blade, but the streamer. The pouring light of the knife was like opening a gate to release a flood.

"Chop the waves—"

He also turned into a ray of light and approached, but the moment the attack arrived, he stopped.

The light of the knife hovered in front of Hua Yuzhang, and the move stopped with a pause. The light of the knife scattered all over the sky like shredded paper scraps.

Lin Haiya opened his mouth, and it turned into a silent sigh.

Hua Yuzhang stood where he was, motionless like a stone sculpture.

The light in his eyes slowly dissipated.

His consciousness is dissolving.

With the regret of not being able to complete this battle.

His voice was extremely weak and melancholy.

"It's really hateful..."

"My old body is not even qualified to be a whetstone?"

I hate myself.

Poor is myself.

What is lamentable is also myself.

He fell on his back.

Hua Li walked to the old man's side, hugged his grandfather and shouted, crying heartbreakingly.

At this moment, all the fantasies about the extraordinary were completely shattered and disappeared.

How much she yearned for in the past, how much she hates and fears now.

What's so good about a transcendent?

She only saw the despair of an old man in it.

Hua Li burst into tears.

Lin Haiya silently put away the knife, intending to leave here. There is no need for him to stay in Nanling. He didn't have much joy or sorrow in his heart, only regret.

Casualties are common in contests between extraordinary beings.

Hua Yuzhang died, and the Hua family might hate him, but he sent a letter to prove that this was a private challenge, so Chang Yesi didn't care.

With this thought in mind, Lin Haiya stepped outside the door, and immediately heard a voice.

"--Where are you going?"

(End of this chapter)