Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

"Green Frost Sword!"

With blood surging, Fang Lin roared angrily, holding a sharp sword and glaring with eyes like a murderous god.

Before they could take action, the two men's momentum collided.

There are sparks among the intertwined fairy cyclones.

The stable arena was actually crumbling under the momentum of the two men.

"A hero comes from a young man, a young man comes from a young man and is better than a young man!"

When Ouyang Nanfeng saw this scene, his eyes were filled with admiration.

It is indeed worthy of praise that the two of them can burst out with such momentum in the spirit realm.

Moreover, this year’s competition is full of talents, especially Fang Lin, who is like a rising star.

It was also because of him that the competition became more exciting.

After all, no one has ever thought that a cultivator with a one-star spiritual body can compete with a nine-star spiritual body.

Fang Lin is breaking through everyone's perceptions time and time again.

"Geniuses are emerging in large numbers, and the great age is approaching. In this life, there will be a fight between dragons and tigers. Who will cultivate the great path and achieve the supreme myth?"

Ouyang Nanfeng looked into the distance and talked to himself.

At this time, the two people on the ring took action together!

Wu Chong raised his long stick high and struck Fang Lin Tianling Gai directly on the head.

This move, although there is no change in moves and no martial arts superposition, it is purely a competition of strength.

However, the nine-star spirit body can reach 20,000 kilograms in strength and is as heavy as Mount Tai!

If an ordinary cultivator is hit by this stick, not only his head will be split, but his body will explode directly.

However, as a body cultivator, Fang Lin, who has just taken on the treasure body, likes this head-on approach the most.

Faced with this blow, Fang Lin not only showed no intention of retreating, but became even more excited.

After seeing through Fang Lin's intention, the leader became nervous.

This silly boy, whose swordsmanship is obviously very good, chooses to fight head-on!

At the same time, the leader still has a hint of regret.

If he had known better, he would have given Fang Lin the Fuxian Gloves two days ago. In this way, he would have the strength to collide with the ninth level spirit body.

Bang!

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In a flash of lightning and fire, the two weapons collided, making a huge sound.

When the two intersected, sparks surged, forming a wave of air that spread out in all directions like fireworks.

There were countless spectators in the audience, but they never expected that the power of the two people was so terrifying, and they knocked down a large area.

That feeling was like a strong wind sweeping over them, making them unable to straighten up!

But at the same time, the powerful counterattack force directly forced Wu Chong back.

He took dozens of steps back until he was at the edge of the ring, where he finally stopped.

"Is this your ultimate power?"

Wu Chong's voice was hoarse, and his hands holding the spirit soldiers were trembling slightly.

The collision of extreme power allowed him to see Fang Lin's terror for the first time.

The previous college was defeated by him, it was really unfair!

As for Fang Lin, he was also feeling uncomfortable at this time.

The force of 20,000 kilograms intertwined, and the collision that broke out was at least 60,000 kilograms!

At this time, half of his body was sunk deep into the ring, and the hand holding the sword was cracked. There was even a trace of blood flowing down from the corner of his mouth.

This is the first time he has bled since he stepped into the ring!

However, Fang Lin didn't care at all.

"Well done!"

He roared and jumped up, his eyes filled with excitement.

A man should make immortal achievements, so it doesn't matter if he saves a little blood. Today, he wants to create a legend - a one-star spirit body defeats a nine-star spirit body.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Lin jumped forward with a "whoosh" sound.

The speed is so fast that people can't see clearly.

Even when he ran out, he could still see the afterimage left behind!

"What a fast movement!"

Ouyang Nanfeng's eyes lit up when he saw this scene.

For sword cultivators, apart from the way of the sword, the most important thing is body technique.

Otherwise, how can one practice swordsmanship to the point where he is as ethereal as an immortal?

At the same time, the people who were knocked over by the air wave also stood up. They looked up at the ring and couldn't see Fang Lin clearly.

Vaguely, only a black shadow could be seen moving quickly.

"Oh my god! At this speed, even if it kills me, I haven't even reacted yet, right?"

Some juniors repeatedly lamented that their admiration for Fang Lin has reached a new level.

"Fang Lin's strength is too terrifying... I have scolded him before, I wonder if he will come to settle a score with me!"

Some people are afraid.

Of course, it’s more about admiration.

Fang Lin opened the door to a new world for them!

I don't know what others are thinking, but at this moment, Fang Lin has completely integrated into the battle.

He was walking on Lingbo steps and holding a Qingshuang sword. With a long sword in his hand, he had the ambition to kill all the invincible enemies in the world.

The sword energy surged, gravel flew, and they pressed forward step by step.

Seeing that Fang Lin's offensive became more and more intense, Wu Chong refused to be outdone.

The long stick in his hand is as flexible as a snake.

Either a sweep, a straight slash, or a wheel spin.

Using a variety of moves, he blocked Fang Lin's attacks one by one and at the same time, he attacked at the right time.

Attack and defense integrated, watertight!

This is Fang Lin's evaluation of Lingwuchong.

After five hundred rounds, the two finally separated and stepped aside.

At this time, the clothes on the two of them were already torn.

Fang Lin had blood in his mouth, and his teeth had already been stained red.

His bare upper body was covered with large bruises, even covering most of his body.

These were all beaten by the long stick in Wu Chong's hand!

Not only that, Fang Lin could also feel that the strength of the long stick still remained in his body.

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Even if he stops now, he is still eroding Fang Lin's meridians.

What a domineering stick technique.

As for Wu Chong's situation, it's not much better than Fang Lin's.

At this time, he was pale and panting. He could only stand with the support of the spiritual weapon in his hand.

There were no less than twenty large and small sword marks on his body, and the blood flowing at this time dyed the blue clothes red, which was extremely exaggerated.

"Happy! So happy!"

Fang Lin exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked up to the sky, laughing wildly.

This kind of battle is the battle that I and he long for.

Looking at the two academies, there are not many people who can fight him for 300 rounds.

"One move will determine the outcome!"

When Fang Lin's laughter died down, Wu Chong's voice came over.

At this time, he had adjusted his condition.

The fight just now made him know the scariest thing about Fang Lin.

It's not about his strength, not about his aura, not about his sword moves, but about his state!

Those three hundred moves, the further back they went, the more terrifying Wu Chong felt.

He even had a vague feeling that Fang Lin was using him to hone his sword skills!

If he continues, it's possible that Fang Lin's swordsmanship will be perfected immediately.

At that time, he had no chance!

"Do you think you can beat me?"

Fang Lin did not agree directly, but asked a question.

Wu Chong was stunned for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "How can I know if I have never tried it?"

"In that case, it's up to you!"

Fang Lin pointed his long sword in the distance, and the sound of the sword whistling was like an eagle striking the sky, its cry continuing for a long time.

The conversation between the two attracted countless people.

When the words fell, thousands of people in the audience held their breath.

At that moment, they seemed to be transformed into Fang Lin, standing on the ring, moving forward indomitably, killing the enemy...