His words are somewhat suspicious of saving face, and the words 'one point of victory and defeat' are used more connotatively, which seems to refer to the fact that the winner has not been divided before, refuting Lin Bao's statement that he was beaten down, and at the same time did not directly deny that he was beaten down by Lin Bao ().

However, he had already turned his face, and Lin Bao was not an old bird to be messed with, so he immediately sneered and said: "Don't put gold on your face, and still win or lose?" The victory and defeat have long been divided, and you are almost the same as revenge, and you can fool your disciples and grandchildren. ”

"See the real chapter under your hands!"

Zihong was almost so angry that he vomited blood, and immediately shouted angrily, slashed at Lin Bao is head, and took the lead.

Lin Bao quickly dodged back, and shouted in that wow wow wow: "Okay, you bull nose, you haven't finished speaking, you actually played sneak attack, you damn it!" ”

Zihong chased after him like a phantom, and then slammed away with a palm.

"I'd like to see if you're capable or temperamental!" Lin Bao shouted angrily, as fast as lightning shot back, and with a 'bang', the two of them directly slapped each other.

The sound was like a thunderbolt, setting off a strong wind in the main hall, like a stormy wave, blowing everyone to hunt in clothes.

Both of them are incredibly fast, and everyone is a little dazzled.

In an instant, the two of them touched each other slightly, Lin Bao landed and did not move, but Zihong retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, and his face changed from red to white.

Hard-hitting is the most real kung fu, and one move lets everyone see who is strong and who is weak.

However, in front of his disciples and grandchildren, how could Zihong admit defeat so lightly? After all, just because you're good doesn't mean you're sure you'll win.

Secretly forced out the hot fire poison poured into the palm of his hand, and his body turned sharply and flew up like a spinning top, directly sweeping towards the beam above.

A series of palm shadows flew out, and sixteen long swords inserted side by side on the beam were bounced off the beam.

The most bizarre thing was that all the sixteen long swords were entrenched around Zihong's body, lingering, like streamers flying around his body. Floated to the ground with Zihong, who was spinning straight down.

At first glance, ordinary people thought that he had cast some Taoist spell and controlled the flying sword, but in fact, he was controlling sixteen long swords at the same time with extremely fast hand speed.

"Wow..."The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect exclaimed in surprise, their eyes lit up one by one, and they didn't know when they would be able to cultivate their kung fu to this realm.

The four old men and women who came with Zihong were also shocked, but they didn't expect that Zihong had already refined the most difficult move in the Qingcheng Sect's Songfeng swordsmanship.

"Oh! Is this the 'Edgeworth style' of the Qingcheng faction? Lin Bao's eyes flashed with essence, and he squinted: "It is rumored that the 'Imperial Sword Style' has been practiced to the highest level, and it can control hundreds of swords to kill the enemy at the same time, and it is easy to enter and exit among thousands of troops, I want to see how many swords you can control ()!" ”

Zihong had already carried sixteen streamers of light, Lin Bao flashed away from the place, the former immediately chased after the latter, and shouted angrily: "Lin Xiaoyao, where to escape!" ”

"Whoever escapes is the grandson!" While Lin Bao fled, he also snorted with disdain.

'Choking, choking, choking......' The sound of a series of long swords unsheathed sounded.

The crowd of onlookers on both sides suddenly saw a flower in front of them, and the figures floated by, and they all found that only the scabbard was left in their hands, and the sword was no longer known to be pulled out by whom.

At this time, Lin Bao already held dozens of bright long swords in his hands, like the owner of a blacksmith shop selling swords, looking like he had a good business, and he still had a golden gold necklace around his neck.

Holding the sword in one hand, swinging like the wind in the other, he threw the swords out one by one, and the swords shot towards the rushing Zihong, curbing his attack.

There was a crisp sound, Zihong Streamer protected his body, and the swords that were shot flew one by one, and the flying swords in the hall shot indiscriminately, which immediately frightened the onlookers of the Qingcheng faction and ran away.

The hall was suddenly in chaos, and the unlucky ones had already been shot through the chest by the sword, and fell in a pool of blood on the spot.

As soon as the sword in Lin Bao's hand was thrown, seeing that he couldn't disrupt the opponent's sword formation, he raised his foot and kicked the stone pillar, his arms stirred like a messy lotus, and the whole person shot into Zihong's protective sword light.

The rapid sound of 'Dangdang' sounded chaotically, and a pair of wonderful hands saw the seams and needles, attacking frequently, Zihong was taken aback, he didn't expect the other party's kung fu to enter the white blade with his empty hands so powerful, and he was not afraid of the lethality of sixteen flying swords.

As everyone knows, this is the true kung fu of the White Lotus Sect, 'Ling Yan Inserting Incense Hand', the same kung fu used in Lin Bao's hands, which is naturally much more powerful than Lin Zixian.

Zihong's hands have to control so many flying swords at the same time, which is equivalent to tying his hands, and he has no time to care about others, if he is distracted to deal with the sixteen flying swords of Lin Bao's 'Ling Yan Incense Hand' that suddenly attacks from time to time, it will inevitably get out of control and fall in the eyes of so many disciples, it will simply become a juggling joke ().

Then he quickly retreated backwards, and the people behind immediately gave way to get out, so as not to be accidentally injured by the flowing sword light.

Lin Bao chased after the sword light and rushed out, and the two figures swooped into the courtyard.

Seeing that the 'Imperial Sword Technique' couldn't help the other party, Zihong's body twisted rapidly, his arms shook, and a rain of swords immediately shot towards Lin Bao.

Lin Bao's body also turned sharply, and he flew directly into the air at a height of more than ten meters, avoiding the attack of the sword rain, like a flying dragon in the sky, flying in the air and swooping down.

The two of them were so wonderful that the disciples of the Qingcheng faction were dazzled, even if they were injured disciples, they refused to give up such a rare opportunity, holding their arms or limping, desperately squeezing out of the main hall to watch.

This is the spirit of martial arts, learn and progress, and strive for the top!

It is necessary to know that this level of master duel is simply unavoidable, and every move and style has been repeatedly tempered over the years. Some things are understood, even a small trick when facing the enemy can withstand several years of hard work.

The reason why Lin Zixian was able to defeat the disciples of the Eight Great Sects even though his skills were not strong had an absolute relationship with Lin Bao. Imagine that this kind of master fight is rare in the eyes of the disciples of the Qingcheng faction, but Lin Zixian can enjoy the daily feeding and sparring of such a top master.

Although Lin Bao beat him so hard that he couldn't get up every day, there is a good saying that if you want to beat someone, you must first learn to be beaten, and ordinary people have not had the opportunity to let Lin Bao spend time and do it every day.

said that it was too late, Zihong grabbed a sword in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he shook out more than a dozen sword flowers with the size of a bowl with a sword swing. The whole person bounced up in the air and swung his sword to meet Lin Bao who rushed in the air.

Just the starting style of swinging the sword in this move made a group of disciples amazed.

The two figures facing each other up and down instantly met in the air, and the four old guys who came with Zihong suddenly shrank their pupils, and they looked at the air and sucked in unison. Cool air.

Others didn't see what was going on clearly, but they saw it clearly, that Lin Xiaoyao was so arrogant that he couldn't help it, and in the face of a master like Zihong, he actually attacked it with two fingers and forcibly inserted it into the sword light.

The most terrifying thing is that the two fingers are as fast as phantoms, and they are actually like a vice, firmly clamping the sword body of Minghuang.

The two paused for a moment, and everyone who looked up saw it clearly, and they were all stunned for a while.

I saw Lin Bao's two fingers twisted, and a crisp sound of 'dang' echoed in the air, and the long sword in Zihong's hand was suddenly broken into two in the center, and this finger power was really amazing.

When Zihong was taken aback, Lin Bao slashed the broken sword, and a frightened rainbow slashed across Zihong's chest, bringing out a string of blood beads.

The two of them both landed, fists and feet flying, fists and feet to fists and feet, half-truncated swords to half-cut short swords, one was wearing a suit and leather shoes, the other was wearing a robe and cloth shoes, their bodies were flying and dancing, and the strong wind that the two of them stirred was overflowing.

Zihong was obviously poor in skills, and was beaten to the point that he was only poor enough to cope, and retreated all the way.

There was a 'bang', everyone inside and outside was dumbfounded, all speechless, and the compound was unusually quiet.

Zihong's back hit the huge copper incense burner, and there was no way to retreat, and the blood cut on his chest oozed blood, staining the placket of his chest red.

Lin Bao clamped the sword between his fingers, the blade of the sword was on his neck, and he said indifferently: "I didn't want to hurt you, but since I have already made a move, the account of your last shot to hurt my disciple Lin Zixian naturally has to be calculated, and this sword is for him to seek justice." ”

Zihong smiled miserably: "I have long guessed that he has something to do with you, but that kid will not admit it, he is a scoundrel like you, and he really has his teacher and his apprentice." ”

Lin Bao snorted unhappily, "Bullnose, do you want to fight again?" If you still have any tricks that you haven't used, I'll give you another chance (). ”

"I was not as good as you a hundred years ago, I can't imagine that I will still be inferior to you a hundred years later, I lost!"

This is tantamount to admitting defeat in public, he is the one with the highest kung fu and status of the Qingcheng faction, and it is also equivalent to admitting defeat to the White Lotus Sect on behalf of the Qingcheng faction.

The faces of the disciples up and down the Qingcheng faction were all pale, and the four old men pulled out their swords in the hands of the disciples behind their backhands, jumped up, and surrounded Lin Bao.

All the disciples drew their swords and surrounded them, including the Changqing Dao Chief, and the inner and outer three layers surrounded Lin Bao.

Lin Bao didn't take these people in his eyes at all, if he wanted to leave, he couldn't stop himself with these people. Zihong had already conceded defeat, and he removed the sword from Zihong's neck and flicked his fingers into the incense burner.

"Retreat, if you lose, you lose!" Zihong looked around at everyone and shouted.

"Master!" The four old guys looked sad.

"Master Tai!" A group of disciples are also full of grief and indignation, today is a great shame for the Qingcheng faction, the White Lotus Sect forced the Qingcheng faction to admit defeat when a Dharma protector went up the mountain, how could they swallow this breath, and when it was passed out, what kind of face did they have to meet their fellow martial artists.

Lin Bao glanced at everyone silently, in fact, he didn't want to do this, so he wanted to pull Zihong to a remote place to talk about it at the beginning, and there was no need to do it if he could talk about it, but the clay man still had three points of fire, and he thought that he was forced to do it.

"Put your swords down!" Zihong shouted angrily, and said angrily: "It's not terrible to lose, what I'm afraid of is not knowing shame and being brave, I was a nobody in the Qingcheng faction a hundred years ago, and it was precisely because I was defeated in his hands that I began to work hard, and finally became the head of the Qingcheng faction." You all remember it for me, you have to be ashamed and brave, in the future, whoever in my Qingcheng faction can rely on his kung fu to reach the shame of the White Lotus Sect today, who is the head of my Qingcheng faction! ”！。