Inheritance of Endless Martial Spirit

Chapter 118

Jianzong.One of the two giants of the Qijue Sect, with powerful strength and profound foundation, the sect has numerous classics and talented people. Among the seven branches, only Jingchen Island of the Boxing Sect can compare with it.

But in front of him, this majestic mountain towering into the clouds, like a sword pierced into the clouds, is the stronghold of Jianzong, Lingshan Duanfeng.

Duanfeng Mountain rises from the ground like a divine sword. The fierce aura makes the martial arts masters dozens of miles away can't help trembling and deeply impressed.

The mountain is steep and towering, and it is difficult for flying birds. There is only a winding path along the mountain that winds up to the peak, which is the way for many disciples of Jianzong to go up and down the mountain.

The whole body of the trail is made of incomparably hard granite, like a jade belt coiling and fluttering, piercing into the sky, reaching the highest peak of Duanfeng Mountain, Tianjiantai.

Therefore, this stone step is named "The Stairway to Heaven."

Today, it is the day when the March period is approaching, and it is related to the competition between the new generation leaders of Jianzong and Boxing Sect. An ocean, vast and magnificent.

Duanhong was wearing a crimson armor, standing proudly on the Tianjian platform, eyes closed, the Xinghuo sword was not out of the sheath behind her back, but the sword energy had already poured out, the red sword body reflected the light of the red sun , extremely fierce.

With a first-class state, being able to comprehend sword energy to such an extraordinary state, it is obvious that Duan Hong is also a rare sword genius, and no one should underestimate him.

He has been standing here for an hour, but his figure is still like a rock, unmoving.

He is very eager now, but at the same time, he is also very patient, because the person he is waiting for is the person he must defeat and kill, not just for martial arts
"It's almost noon, why hasn't Shen Lin come yet?" Finally, some disciples in the stands couldn't wait anymore, and complained, "Could it be that they flinched?"

"Fart," as soon as this sentence was uttered, it was immediately drowned in the curses of the boxing sect disciples, "Our senior brother Shen Lin is the well-deserved No.

"Hey, that's not necessarily true," someone from Jianzong sneered, "Who said it wouldn't be possible?"

"The appointed time for the duel is at noon," the disciple sneered. "Now there are only three quarters of an hour left, and it's time. Shen Lin hasn't appeared yet. You don't think he just ran away, what is it?"

"This." The words of the disciples of the Sword Sect immediately made all the disciples of the Boxing Sect speechless. In the end, they could only say stiffly, "Isn't there still three quarters of an hour?"

"Haha!" Jianzong's disciple laughed even more mockingly, "Three quarters of an hour? Forget it, let me tell you! The nine hundred and ninety-nine miles of 'climbing the ladder' would take half a day even for a senior brother who is in the ordinary realm of metamorphosis." It takes more than two hours to finish, even if Shen Lin has reached the foot of the mountain now, he is destined to miss this competition."

In this competition, Shen Lin and he are bound to lose!

It seemed that the words of the judgment, although arrogant, left the disciples of the Boxing School speechless.

At this moment, there was a sudden uproar in the crowd, and there was a loud noise.

he came?
he came!
The sun slowly rose to the top of the peak, casting a warm radiance, and a white leather boot stepped lightly on the granite steps.

Under the watchful eyes of many disciples guarding the mountain, a man in white appeared in front of them.

The silver sword and the purple sword all showed his identity, the king after his return, the first day's pride, Shen Lin.

Shen Lin, he is here!

"Is it too late already?" Shen Lin raised his head and looked at the towering Duanfeng Mountain, the sunlight was deep, and a sneer of disapproval appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Not necessarily!"

In the flat bottom, a strong wind kicked up, rolled up dust and fallen leaves, and drifted away.

At the same time, Shen Lin moved and ran up the stone steps as swiftly as a gust of wind.

Where he passed, the fallen leaves were picked up by the wind and swirled one after another, forming a spiral.He flickered in everyone's field of vision like lightning, making it impossible to capture images, leaving only afterimages one after another, which slowly dissipated.

The first form of Fengshen's legwork, the supreme lightness skill, catches the wind and catches the shadow!
At this moment, Shen Lin's speed was no less than that of an ordinary shelving master, and even surpassed him in terms of agility.

Shen Lin could clearly hear the sound of the air bursting in his ears. His feet stepped on the stone steps, and they were split apart as soon as he touched them, as light as a phantom, and as fast as a wind god.

Fengshen's kick technique, one of the fastest light kungfu in the world of Fengyun's first volume, is now used by Shen Lin for the first time, and it shines brilliantly under the attention of everyone.

Proficient in several peerless martial arts, and retreating for ten days according to one of the healing methods, Shen Lin's injuries have all recovered.

Moreover, Shen Lin's retreated cultivation base due to the loss of essence and blood has also been repaired, and even improved, reaching the peak of the first-class mid-term, and may break through the barrier at any time and be promoted to the later stage.

Now, Shen Lin's state is at its peak, so why be afraid of the challenge?
Now that he has established power, he will compete in the world. If someone offends him, he should fight back!

With Pei Ran's fighting spirit together, Shen Lin only felt that his body was smooth for a while, his heroic fighting spirit was in his chest, and his speed increased by three points. In just a quarter of an hour, he had already run three hundred miles of steps, and his speed even surpassed that of ordinary metamorphosis masters.

However, this is not enough, there is less than [-] minutes left, and there are still more than [-] miles to go, waiting for him to board.

Can he get on it?
If he can't climb up, according to the rules of the competition, he will lose.

On the Heavenly Sword Stage, Duan Hong slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and stared at Shen Lin on the mountainside with burning eyes, endless fighting spirit boiled in his pupils.

"Come on! Let me beat you face to face!" The Xinghuo sword was trembling, as if sensing the excitement of its master, it was unsheathed and shot straight into the sky, "I can't wait!"

Duanhong jumped up, grasped the Xinghuo sword, and a rich crimson true energy permeated, like a fire god descending from the sky, overlooking Shen Lin, and his voice echoed in the sky.

"Okay," Shen Lin stopped and stared straight at the figure on the peak battle stage, his voice was thunderous, "If that's the case, it's as you wish!"

With just one word, Shen Lin actually flew away from the stone steps, dodged into the woods beside him, and disappeared.

what happened?
Could it be that Shen Lin knew that it was too late for the competition and gave up?Or did Shen Lin really think she couldn't win and retreated?

neither!
While everyone was talking, a voice was heard in the woods, which was moving at a high speed.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Goosen, Xueming!"

The roar of dragons and tigers resounded in the hearts of many disciples, and then someone exclaimed.

He is out!

Yes, he came out.

Shen Lin was dressed in white sackcloth, stood with his hands behind his back, and dropped his body together, leaving the stone steps and running straight towards the top of the cliff along the nearly vertical cliff!
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star." His feet lightly tapped on the steep cliff, like a phoenix, light and dusty, as if riding the wind on the ground, it shot towards the Tianjiantai.

What an astonishing qinggong, such a unique skill, even Luoyingya, which is famous for its qinggong, not many people possess it!

At this moment, Shen Lin became the center of attention.

In addition to the way of swordsmanship, the way of sword, the way of sound, and body skills, he once again showed a kind of talent, a kind of talent at the level of evildoers - lightness kung fu.

At this moment, no one doubted his talent anymore.

He seemed to be the brightest star among this year's disciples, no matter which angle he looked at, he was shining brightly.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and never stay behind!" Shen Lin's figure increased by three points, and his aura was concentrated, thick as a mountain, and every step he took, he became thicker by one point.The people standing on the Heavenly Sword Stage seemed to see a lion and beast galloping towards them, which made people's hearts tremble.

"When it's over, brush your clothes and go to hide your merits and fame. After drinking in Xinling, take off your sword and knees. You will burn Zhu Hai and hold the cup to persuade Hou Ying. Three cups of vomit, the five mountains are light. Die Chivalrous, not ashamed of being a hero in the world."

Accompanied by the sonorous and imposing verses, Shen Lin shot towards the top of the mountain as fast as flying, like lightning.

The original two quarter of an hour's journey was completed in just half a quarter of an hour under Shen Lin Lingya's speed, and at this time, the "Xia Ke Xing" in Shen Lin's mouth could be read to the end.

"Who can write to Your Excellency?" Shen Lin, dressed in white, landed on the Heavenly Sword Platform, running all the way to continue with the aura that reached the extreme, with both hands in a circle, a grand ancestor's long fist attacked Duanhong, "The White Head Taixuan Sutra!"

This punch is exactly the most imposing "sweeping thousands of troops" among Taizu's long fists. The majesty of the army is shocking.

"Xinghuo Liaoyuan!" Duanhong knew that Shen Lin had come rushing for hundreds of miles, with majestic momentum, already as deep as a peak, even an ordinary punch, under such momentum, can also exert the power of breaking mountains and rocks, Not daring to be careless, he stabbed out with all his strength with his most proficient Xinghuo swordsmanship, Xinghuo Liaoyuan, and faced Shen Lin straightly.

"Bang!" There was a strong wind, and there was a crash like thunder, and the Ice Silkworm Gloves and the Xinghuo Sword clashed heavily.

(End of this chapter)