Grand Master of Martial Arts

Chapter 192 Assassination of Fog Hidden
Zuo Jian's sword is so big that it is outrageous.

If counting the scabbard, Lin Xuan even thought it was a big stick with a special shape.

The eldest prince announced the start of the competition.

Zuo Jian didn't remember to shoot, he looked at Lin Xuan and said with a smile.

"I have watched your previous two competitions, you are very strong."

"If it wasn't for me, I think we would have the opportunity to go to the grave together."

"It's a pity that good luck tricks people. When you met me, you lost the opportunity to go to the Devil Emperor's tomb to find out."

Zuo Jian's tone of voice was very calm, but his arrogance had no boundaries.

Lin Xuan's expression remained unchanged. The other party had watched his competition, and still dared to make such wild words calmly. He must be very confident in his own strength.

Instead of trying to refute the other party quickly, he was vaguely excited.

Ever since he practiced the supernatural power, he has been unable to meet opponents in the Qi Gathering realm.

He longs for a hearty battle!
Seeing that Zuo Jian had no intention of making a move, Lin Xuan took the lead.

He took a step forward and displayed the Shinto agility.

In an instant, Lin Xuan disappeared in place.

In the blink of an eye, he had appeared in front of Zuo Jian.

Lin Xuan clenched his fist and punched Zuo Jian's face.

"Shinto Boxing!"

Lin Xuan didn't hold back the slightest bit, he used the "quick fist" in the Shinto boxing technique, his fist was like a bolt of lightning.

"boom!"

Lin Xuan's fist stopped, not because it was stopped by Zuo Jian, but because it reached its limit.

Zuo Jian, who was originally in front of Lin Xuan, disappeared.

Lin Xuan frowned slightly, his fist didn't feel the slightest touch, when his fist passed through Zuo Jian's body, it seemed to pass through the air.

"Is it an afterimage?"

Lin Xuan quickly rejected this idea, since the First Prince announced the competition, his eyes never left Zuo Jian's body.

If Zuo Jian used his agility, it was impossible for him not to notice it at all.

There is only one possibility.

What Lin Xuan was staring at before was just a phantom.

Where is the real Zuo Jian?
Lin Xuan immediately released his own vitality, and a martial artist in the sixth level of Qi Gathering can envelop his own vitality in a radius of 400 meters. It is absolutely possible to envelop the entire ring.

Soon, Lin Xuan noticed something strange.

"Is it here?!"

Lin Xuan activated the Shinto movement again, and in a very short time, came to the arena dozens of meters away.

He punched in the air, smashing into the air.

"boom!"

This time, Lin Xuan's fist felt a firm touch.

In front of Lin Xuan's punch, Zuo Jian's figure appeared out of thin air. He blocked Lin Xuan's punch with the huge sword in his hand.

The fist blocked it, but Zuo Jian couldn't completely resist Lin Xuan's berserk power.

His figure quickly retreated, and he retreated to the edge of the ring, almost falling.

Lin Xuan was a little disappointed.

"Does your self-confidence only come from your strange means of hiding your figure?"

Zuo Jian's method of hiding his figure can make him completely disappear from the enemy's sight.

This trick is extremely effective if the opponent is a martial artist in the body refining realm.

However, it is useless against Qi-gathering warriors who can leak Qi-gathering.

Zuo Jian laughed.

"Try this trick again!"

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, moved his body, came to Lin Xuan, and smashed the huge sword body, like a stick, towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan sneered: "Is the sword out of the body?"

He didn't evade, and displayed the supernatural power.

Vitality poured into every inch of Lin Xuan's skin, and Lin Xuan's body became a hundred times harder than fine steel.

"Oh!"

Lin Xuan blocked Zuo Jian's swift attack with his arm, without suffering any damage.

Lin Xuan was even more disappointed with Zuo Jian. He thought that his opponent could give him a smooth battle, but he didn't expect that his strength could not compare to Xun Zhou's in the last match against Leizhou.

"It's boring!"

Lin Xuan didn't want to continue anymore, he punched him immediately.

"It's over!"

Lin Xuan's fist, like a meteorite falling from the sky, hit Zuo Jian's scabbard heavily.

I don't know what kind of material Zuo Jian's scabbard is made of, but it was so vulnerable that it burst instantly in front of Lin Xuan.

Zuo Jian flew upside down again.

Lin Xuan looked at the sword in Zuo Jian's hand, frowning slightly.

When the scabbard burst, Zuo Jian's sword revealed its true face.

The blade of this sword is thicker than Lin Xuan's slap. The strange thing is that the blade is not made of ordinary fine steel, but is almost translucent like ice.

Lin Xuan could feel that the water vapor in the air on the ring was much thicker than before.

"Water attribute exercises?"

There is no doubt that Zuo Jian's exercises, like Yi Qianyu's, are of the water attribute.

Zuo Jian rubbed his wrist, Lin Xuan's terrifying strength almost dislocated his wrist.

"If you fight normally, with your strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to find an opponent that can match you in the Qi Gathering Realm."

"Not enough, warriors rely on more than just strength!"

Under the arena, Elder Du Mu frowned. He had seen Zuo Jian's battle before, and it was just after the sword was unsheathed that the opponent fell down inexplicably.

Lin Xuan was too lazy to argue with Zuo Jian, he was about to use Shinto boxing to end the fight, but he was surprised to find that the ring was foggy.

The entire arena was shrouded in fog.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and after a while, it turned into a thick fog, and Lin Xuan could no longer see the scene five meters away.

Zuo Jian's figure disappeared into the mist.

"Tips for carving insects."

For Qi-gathering realm warriors, it is not scary to have their sight blocked, as long as the released vitality can detect the opponent, they can fight.

Lin Xuan released his vitality again, but the next moment, the expression on his face changed.

In the induction of vitality, besides the eldest prince, there are six other people in the ring.

The fluctuations in these six people are exactly the same as Zuo Jian.

In other words, Lin Xuan sensed six Zuo Jian.

Of course Zuo Jian wouldn't divide it into six parts. He used some kind of martial skill, which interfered with Lin Xuan's sense of vitality.

The real Zuo Jian was hiding in the mist at this moment, and the giant sword in his hand was constantly releasing mist.

This move, called Wuyin Assassination, can kill people invisible.

The six Zuo Jians in Lin Xuan's vitality induction all rushed towards him at the same time.

"Shinto Boxing!"

Lin Xuan took the initiative and punched Zuo Jian who was closest to him.

However, his punch missed.

"It really is fake!"

Lin Xuan guessed what Zuo Jian was thinking.

"Is he going to hide himself in a fake aura, and defeat me in the chaos when I can't tell the truth from the fake?"

The line of sight is blocked, and the sense of vitality is confused.

At this moment, Lin Xuan seemed to be blind.

"No wonder Elder Du Mu said that Zuo Jian's attack was weird. If it were someone else, no matter how strong he was, he would probably lose if he had no way to crack it."

"But this trick is useless to me."

Lin Xuan took all the leaked vitality back into his body.

Zuo Jian was very strange.

"This guy, could it be that he gave up?"

Just when he couldn't help but want to make a move, Lin Xuan's voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"Who said I'm giving up?"

(End of this chapter)