Inheritance of Endless Martial Spirit

Chapter 123 The artistic conception of wind, the howling of the wind
"Huh!" There was a gasp in the stands.

Downwind!

Shaochen, who was in the realm of metamorphosis, was at a disadvantage in the face of Shen Lin, who was in the first-class late stage.The two unique skills he was proud of, whether it was swordsmanship or hidden weapons, were completely suppressed by Shen Lin, and they were strictly restrained until the beginning of the battle.

Even his true disciple, Shaochen, is no match. Is this Shen Lin's real strength?
"It's impossible!" Shaochen's hair was disheveled, and the crown of hair had already been cut off by the copper coin. On his originally handsome face, an inch-long wound was cut by the copper coin, and blood flowed down the wound.

Shaochen shook his head in disbelief: "No, how is it possible, how could I lose to a mere top-notch kid? How is it possible?"

"I think highly of you," Shen Lin shook his head slowly, with a contemptuous expression, "Aside from having a life beyond others, your character is too bad."

Indeed, Shaochen received the best guidance on the road of martial arts since he was a child, so although Shaochen went smoothly all the way, it was precisely because of this that Shaochen's temperament was far inferior to Shen Lin and Duanhong who had experienced setbacks. It has made Shaochen lose his normalcy.

"Have you defeated me? How dare you teach me," Shaochen yelled hysterically, holding the Purple Willow Sword in his hand again, pouring all his true energy, and rushed towards Shen Lin, "Go to hell!"

"I said to kill you in ten steps, I will kill you in ten steps!" Shen Lin sneered, and Yitian Ziyue both returned to their sheaths.

Shen Lin took a deep breath, opened it again, and the deep ice blue light burst out in his eyes.

Fengshen legs.

Shen Lin shook his white linen clothes, gathered up his trousers, and gently raised his left foot.

Around, the wind gradually picked up.

"The fifth step, strong grass in the wind!"

Disappeared.

There was an exclamation from the stands, Shen Lin, under the watchful eyes of everyone, gradually turned into a shadow and disappeared.

"There!" Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the stands, and the others followed the man's gaze.

No, it didn't disappear, but it was extremely fast, leaving an afterimage.

At this time, Shen Lin suddenly appeared in front of Shaochen, his right leg was like a knife, and with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, he chopped towards Shaochen's head.

The speed and strength of the strong grass in the wind have reached the first-class level of legwork, superimposed with the huge strength of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, the power of this strong grass in the wind is unparalleled in the world.

"Damn it," Shaochen saw the mighty kick getting closer and closer, before the kick arrived, the wind of the kick had already brought a sense of oppression that could not breathe, and he felt ruthless in his heart.

"Come on! Let's see how strong you are. Zidian Jiangang!" Shaochen stared at Shen Lin crazily, and didn't dodge the overwhelming kick.

This move is actually a lose-lose style of play.

Such a style of play, appearing on a character like Shaochen, made everyone tremble.

Already have to work hard to compete with Shen Lin?

"Innocent."

Facing the fierce sword gang, Shen Lin didn't dodge at all, his legs swayed like phantoms, a dark energy wrapped around Shaochen's lost Ziliu sword, and with a swing of his right leg, he missed the Ziliu sword , and at the same time, his left foot was imprinted on Shaochen's body with the power of thunder.

"puff!"

A mouthful of inverse blood could no longer be restrained from spurting out. This kick, accompanied by Shen Lin's cold and bright jade zhenqi and the huge power of a dragon elephant that split mountains and cracked stones, was comparable to the full blow of a master of the mortal level. It is no small matter, even if Shaochen was wearing a snow lion leather jacket, but he couldn't completely counteract this huge force, and was thrown back more than ten steps, bleeding randomly.

Shen Lin was so powerful that he didn't forgive anyone, just as one kick landed, another move had already started.

Fengshen's kicks are like a hurricane passing through the country, one wave after another, continuous, thousands of miles across, and the momentum is endless.

"Step [-], violent storm!"

On the Heavenly Sword Stage, there are many shadows of legs, all over the sky.

Before Shaochen had time to stabilize his breath, the space in front of him was already filled with shadows of Shen Lin's legs.

In an instant, Shaochen had been hit by countless tricks, all he could see was that his clothes, which were originally as white as snow, were already covered with leg prints and blood.

The legs are pouring down like a torrential rain, and the legs are as violent as a strong wind. This is the ultimate of a heavy rain and strong wind, and this is the power of a violent storm.

In an instant, Shen Lin had already kicked more than ten feet, and the flesh fell from his feet. Shaochen's face was flushed, he coughed up blood constantly, and he was in a panic. He didn't have the high-spirited, supercilious madness just now.

"Haha!" Shen Lin's long hair flew up, like a wild lion and dragon, he stepped on the stone platform, jumped up, soared for nine days, his body spun extremely fast, driving a wild tornado and hurricane, attracting countless dust and sand, pushing towards Shaochen. go.

The seventh step, the wind rolls the tower!

Take advantage of the momentum, the momentum of the wind, and the momentum of the world to strengthen my prestige.

This blow is the power of the wind.

Inside the tornado, Shen Lin slowly closed his eyes.

Open it again, a group of small tornadoes raging in the pupil, traveling alone for thousands of miles.

"Stop!" In the stands, Fei Lian suddenly stood up, and the Qingfeng sword appeared in his hand.

Not to mention that Shaochen is the second master of Jianzong and his right-hand assistant. Just considering the palm of Sheritang behind him, it is absolutely impossible for Fei Lian to just sit back and watch him have an accident, otherwise, a disaster will happen in Qijuezong In the event of a major earthquake, Fei Lian would also offend She Ri Tang's lineage.

Finally came, Bai Yutang got up quickly, and stopped Fei Lian: "Senior Brother Fei Lian, on the Heavenly Sword Stage, life and death are in harmony with each other's destiny, please respect yourself."

"Bai Yutang, get out of the way!" Fei Lian raised his brows upside down, "Forget about this competition, we Jianzong admit defeat."

"This"

While the two were talking, Shen Lin's Fengshen tornado had already hit Shaochen heavily.

As expected of the innate realm of Xuepo lion's fur, with the defense of the leather jacket, Shaochen even hit Fengshen's legs with two heavy blows, and he was still able to stand up, and he still had a sliver of fighting power.

However, the third stroke of the wind rolling down the building was not only Shen Lin's own strength, but also a trace of the power of nature's stroke, which was so powerful that it was extraordinary.

If this blow hits, even if Shaochen survives by chance, he will definitely lose his roots and become a cripple.

"Bai Yutang, you have to figure out Shaochen's identity. If he dies, who do you think we can get?" Fei Lian snorted coldly, Qingfeng sword had already been unsheathed, and shot at Shen Lin.

This sword was a move to encircle Wei and save Zhao, it had no murderous intent, obviously at this critical moment, Fei Lian also knew the severity, he didn't want to kill the enemy, he just wanted to save Shaochen.

Bai Yutang sighed lightly, but did not stop him after all.

He understood that this Shaochen was the only son of Sheritang's palm veins. Seriously speaking, his status was no lower than their first direct disciples, and he really couldn't be killed. If he really died, Shen Lin would definitely not be able to survive.

Qingfengjian carried a matchless sword and shot towards Shen Lin, as mighty as a green dragon clawing.

"Wind, so that's how it is." Shen Lin was inside the tornado, and at this moment, his heart became calmer than ever before.

Around, every piece of wind energy seems to be beating, and it fits perfectly with Shen Lin, as if they are integrated into one.

At this moment, Shen Lin seemed to have merged into the wind and became a part of it.

In this tense atmosphere, Shen Lin unexpectedly broke through in the middle of the battle, and began to comprehend the artistic conception of wind.

The Qingfeng Sword came here to sweep thousands of troops, it was determined to win, but the speed of the tornado suddenly doubled, and its power became even more powerful, directly making Qingfengjian jump into the air and pass by.

In the tornado, Shen Lin suddenly changed direction and slammed into the Heavenly Sword Stage.

"Bang!" Shen Lin's legs stepped heavily on the stone platform, and immediately flew up again.

In the air, a mighty dragon chant resounded.

The eighth step, kamikaze howling.

The wrath of the kamikaze is unstoppable.

Especially the Fengshen legs who have comprehended the artistic conception of the wind and have been promoted to S-level martial arts, howling like the wind god, the wrath of the gods, can shock the sky.

Blood spilled into the sky.

Inside the tornado, the energy was as strong as a knife, and every inch of Shaochen's skin was bearing the ravages of the wind knife.

"It's stabbed!" The needle and thread that sewed the snow porpoise lion's fur coat were separated and disintegrated in the tornado, and the snow-like lion skin floated into the air.

Wind breath.

Shaochen flew ten zhang away and lost his voice.

Within ten steps, kill Shaochen.

It seemed crazy, but Shen Lin really did it.

In just eight steps, Shaochen fell.

Shen Lin stood silently in the middle of the stage, the fur of the snow porpoise lion lay quietly in front of him, stained with blood.

Shen Lin slowly picked up the fur of the Xuepo lion, let out a soft breath, and put it in the Baojian space.

Even Shaochen had been killed, and it would be difficult for him to stand in the Qijuezong. In this case, what's the point of leaking the treasure mirror space similar to the mustard stone!Today, he wanted to fight to the fullest, with Fengshen's legs in his body, what fear did he have?

In the stands, Fei Lian's face was completely gloomy.

Shen Lin raised his head, and the medicinal power of the Overlord Wine had been urged to the extreme: "What? I still have a trick to use in my Fengshen Kick Technique. Senior Brother Fei Lian is also a disciple of Jianzong. Do you want to come down?"

"Teach me something?"

With one word, the audience was shocked.

(End of this chapter)