Inheritance of Endless Martial Spirit

Chapter 127

In the mainland of China, the situation is changing, and no one can predict it. There are outstanding people, and heroes and heroes emerge in endlessly.

In the past, there was the sword master Dugu Jian, who looked down on the heroes of the martial arts world, and his holy sword skills were the best in the past and the present. Yue Dou defeated the Juggernaut, defeated the eight sects, and won the limelight for a while.

It's a pity that the Juggernaut has no name and has retired successively.

Both of these two myths of swordsmanship retired, leaving only a legend, which was gradually forgotten by future generations. So far, the Central Plains Wulin was once in depression.

But now, in the world of martial arts, among all the forces, the most powerful person is the leader of the Tianxiahui, a generation of heroes and tyrants.

Xiongba is a heroic figure of a generation, with peerless talent and talent, he has recruited talents from all over the world. The Tianxiahui he established has become the largest gang in today's martial arts world in just ten years, and his power is unmatched. Absolutely invincible, almost invincible, known as 'the person closest to the myth'.

Xiongba listened to Ni Bodhisattva's comment that "golden scales are not a thing in a pond, it will transform into a dragon when it encounters a storm", he took Nie Fengbu Jingyun as his apprentice, and competed for the world. So far, a legendary story has begun.

But now, Shen Lin, a visitor from another world, has come to this changing era, how the legend of this world will develop, this question, I am afraid only God can know.

In a small tavern, it was very lively, with chatter one after another.

"Hey, tell me, who are the heroes in today's world?" A man with a sword on his back took a sip of his wine and said with a grin.

"Does it need to be said? In today's world, the real hero is Xiong Ba, the leader of the world's largest gang, who is on the same side as Dugu, the lord of the world's largest city. Others, how can they be compared!" A swordsman continued. .

As soon as this sentence came out, some people agreed with it, and of course, there were also some people who opposed it.

"In terms of power, these two people are of course unparalleled in the world, and no one can compare them. However, in terms of martial arts, there are still a few people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with them. At least, Nan Linjian is handsome in the first section, and he should be able to compete with them in terms of swordsmanship." Let's compete!"

"Jian Shou Duan is handsome, and his strength is extraordinary. Maybe he can really compete with Xiongba Dugu."

"Nanlin Sword Head, Beiyin Kuangdao, each occupying one side and leading each other. It's a pity that the contemporary successor of Beiyin Kuangdao, Nie Renwang, has returned to hiding with the sword, otherwise he would also be a hero of the generation."

"There is also the sword demon at the Sword Worship Villa. Although he lives in the villa for a long time, he is rarely born and has a low reputation, but his swordsmanship is probably not weak."

On this side, the drinkers were talking endlessly, while on the other side, a man in white linen was sitting quietly without saying a word.

In his left hand, he held a three-inch-long icicle, while in his left hand, he held a two-inch-long knife, carefully carving on the icicle, with no distractions and no second thoughts.

With the fine carving of the knife in his hand, a model slowly appeared on the icicle, and then gradually became clear.

It was an ice sculpture of a woman, dressed in graceful neon clothes, with a beautiful face, her hands slightly raised, and on her right hand, clearly pinched an ice lotus flower, exquisite and gorgeous.

It's been a long time since he calmed down like this, enjoying a bit of silence, Shen Lin slowly put the ice sculptures in his hand on the small table, and at this time, there were already five or six ice sculptures on the small table, each of them was lifelike, exuding Yingying brilliance.

After putting down the ice sculpture, Shen Lin smiled slightly, white cold air condensed in his left hand, and an icicle slowly condensed again, Shen Lin picked out the knife in his hand again.

"Get out of here! Wushuang City is doing business, this tavern is occupied," a burst of arrogant voice came from outside the door, and then, a team of black civilians walked in carelessly, and began to drive away other people in the tavern.

The photo was taken in Wushuang city, the people in the tavern were quickly driven out, only in the corner, Shen Lin was still indifferent, carving the ice sculpture in his hand with recognition.

Compared with the other warriors who fled in a hurry, Shen Lin's An Zhiruosu was particularly abrupt, and immediately attracted the attention of these Wushuang City disciples.

"My friend, this tavern has been taken over by the people of Wushuang City, please leave!" Wushuang City can dominate one side, and the disciples under his command are naturally not pussy idiots. It's not unusual, and the tone is a bit polite.

"I won't affect you," Shen Lin said without taking his eyes off, just quietly carving the ice cube in his hand.

For so many years, I have not encountered any thorns in reporting the name of Wushuang City. Now I see this man ignoring me so much. How can that Wushuang City disciple bear it? There is already a hint of threat in his tone: "Young man! Xia, self-knowledge is the most important thing in a person, if you offend our Wushuang City, you will regret it."

Shen Lin turned his head suddenly, his eyes were like lightning, showing murderous intent: "Get lost!"

Shen Lin's mental strength has reached the point where she has transformed into a mortal state. How could a mere disciple from Wushuang City be able to resist his murderous aura.

In just a split second, the disciple of Wushuang City seemed to be in the middle of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his body and heart were chilled, he had already retreated three steps unconsciously, his head was sweating profusely.

"Good boy, there are sorcerers, brothers, give it to me!" Shen Lin's murderous aura was only aimed at that Wushuang City disciple, so the other disciples didn't know Shen Lin's strength at all, and it seemed that his companion was inexplicably bewitched by evil spirits. Yes, no matter how willing they are, they drew out their knives and killed Shen Lin in a swarm.

More than a dozen knives slashed at Shen Lin's head in unison, without holding back. If this was done for real, even if Shen Lin's Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu had reached the ninth level, he would surely die.

However, with Shen Lin's strength, if he was hit by these second-rate warriors, he deserved death even if he died.

Shen Lin's right foot gently raised the wine table, and moved three steps across the air, narrowly avoiding the attack of Wushuang City's disciples.

"Don't force me to kill!" In Shen Lin's hand, the carving speed suddenly accelerated, and the ice shards flew, exquisitely carved.

"Kill this monster!" People in the Jianghu, fighting for face.The arrow is on the string, even if he knows Shen Lin's strength, he may not be the opponent.However, in order not to lose face of Wushuang City and be severely punished, the disciples of Wushuang City still had to rush forward, wielding their big knives, and they couldn't leave Shen Lin's vitals.

Finally, two of the four legs of the wooden table were chopped off by a disciple of Wushuang City, the wooden table tilted abruptly, and the ice sculpture on the table fell to the ground and shattered.

Shen Lin turned around abruptly, her long hair fluttering, and the knife in her hand was sharply squeezed, and the icicle in her left hand was shattered into pieces.

"Why do you force me?" Shen Lin stepped back more than ten steps, put away the knife, and slowly held the long sword behind his back with his right hand.

Clang, the silver-white sword was slowly unsheathed, and the light burst out.

"Walking so far in the rivers and lakes, it's not my heart to bring out the sword," Shen Lin paused every word, and every time he took a step, his momentum rose a bit.

In the tavern, purple light exploded.

Shen Lin walked out of the tavern slowly, raised his head, looked at the dense dark clouds above the gloomy sky, and sighed slightly.

The mountains and rains are about to come and the wind is all over the building. How many people know that this temporarily quiet river and lake will make waves again soon?
Two months later, Nanlin Sword Chief will duel with Nie Renwang, Beiyin Kuangdao who came back from the arena, on the Leshan Giant Buddha.

In order to survive this endless storm and crisis, Shen Lin also had to plan for himself.

"The law of the jungle is the truth. In this world, being weak may be the biggest mistake. Right and wrong are never important." Shen Lin sighed softly and walked away, "Maybe I should go to that treasure. fetched."

At this moment, Shen Lin seemed to have figured something out, and his steps quickened a lot, and he realized the artistic conception of wind, perhaps it should be called "stepping wind and foot shadows", and unfolded, like a hurricane blowing by, Shen Lin disappeared into the depths of the street .

(End of this chapter)