"Fools who don't know it! Don't you know that you can't afford to provoke the strong?! The chill on Lin Zhizhuo's body was even stronger, his arm shook, and the long sword roared lightly, "Isn't it that you still naively believe that the clan really won't die?!" The tone was solemn, the killing intent was awe-inspiring, and it was a naked threat.

Hearing this, everyone in the Lin family, except for the Lin family master and the disciples of Lin Zhizhuo's family, the other Lin family elders and disciples all became ugly, and they were indignant at Lin Zhizhuo's arrogance in front of everyone's eyes, and their eyes were full of strong dissatisfaction! This is the heir you are optimistic about?! Ignoring the ancestral teachings, ignoring the family rules, and openly threatening the children of the family?! Are you blind?!

Lin Dahong nodded, "I agree, in the face of a strong person, I will naturally not be overwhelmed." After that, he shrugged his shoulders, his attitude was unusually slow, and he said slowly: "However, you, Lin Zhizhuo, are not a strong person." ”

"Then let me tell you what attitude you should have towards the strong!" Lin Zhizhuo's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, the essence flashed, the soles of his feet stomped on the ground, and the snow-bright long sword brought up a heavy sword light, sweeping like a stormy wave, covering Lin Dahong's big points impenetrable.

The sword flowers bloomed on the tip of the long sword in Lin Dahong's hand, and the fierce wind surged out from the sword, kicking up dust all over the ground. The wind blew up, blowing the sword flowers and flashing cold light, and in the compelling cold, a touch of sword light was shining.

Countless sparks burst out.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! ”

The poignant and piercing sound of gold and iron resounded throughout the Douwutai.

A moment later. The two figures overlapping in one place suddenly separated.

Lin Dahong's face remained unchanged, but there was a trace of regret in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly. After that, "Buzz! The longsword let out a mournful roar, "Click! Click" Several shattering sounds sounded, and the long sword in Lin Dahong's hand appeared like a spider web, cracking inch by inch!

The sword is broken!

Fragments of the blade were scattered all over the ground, reflecting the sun. There was a blinding glow.

Not waiting for everyone to deal with this fierce confrontation and Lin Dahong's sword break. expressed emotion, expressed regret, and the changes on the stage rose again.

"Whoa!" Bang. Lin Zhizhuo's flowing green clothes. A long, narrow opening suddenly opened in his chest. The snow-white mid-coat inside was revealed.

Suddenly, there was silence in the field, and there was silence all around.

That's kind of ...... Who wins? Who loses?

Although Lin Zhizhuo's clothes were cut by sword qi. But he was not injured, but Lin Dahong's sword was broken, and it seemed that Lin Dahong was weaker. However, except for some disciples with little knowledge, most of the people in the field have good eyesight, and they can naturally see that Lin Zhizhuo was able to shatter Lin Dahong's sword, not because his strength is far superior, but because he relies on the advantage of the sword! If it is only about the ingenuity of swordsmanship, Lin Dahong is better.

"It's a pity!" A sigh from the crowd broke the silence in the field, and everyone spoke, expressing their opinions.

"Yes, the sword in Lin Dahong's hand, if it is of the same grade as Lin Zhizhuo's sword, it will definitely not crumble!"

"Not only that, if you change to a sword of the same level, I'm afraid that Lin Zhizhuo will not die, and he will also be hit hard!"

……

"Huh! You, don't you, also feel unfair? Looking at the broken sword in Lin Dahong's hand, listening to everyone talking about his words that were not as good as Lin Dahong, Lin Zhizhuo's complexion did not change at all, the corners of his mouth flashed with a smug sneer, and his eyes were full of disdain, "Fighting, fighting is cultivation, martial arts, but also strategy and magic weapons, any one is not as good as a person, it is possible to die and lose, but it is no one else, my magic weapon is stronger than yours, that is also my ability!" ”

Although his voice was not high, the content made the audience silent, and after that, everyone nodded one after another.

In these years, it is a skill to have cultivation, it is a skill to have combat power, it is a skill to be proficient in the six arts, good luck is a skill, and it is a skill to be born well, parents are good, and having a background is even more ability, and it is a kind of ability that most people envy, envy and hate.

"Heh, you're too eager," Lin Dahong lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the bare hilt of the sword in his hand, and said slowly: "You think you've won?" ”

What the? Everyone was slightly stunned when they heard this. When the clan compares, it can only compete for cultivation and martial arts, and it is strictly forbidden to use the six arts. His sword is broken, can he still return to the sky?!

Although Jian Xiu did not exaggerate Cheng Dù who was killed by the sword, the extraordinary combat power of Jian Xiu was all because of purity. This kind of purity is not only the vast majority of the energy used for the understanding and cultivation of the sword, but also reflected in the purity of the sword. Usually for a sword cultivator, losing the sword in his hand means losing most of his combat power.

"Oh?" Lin Zhizhuo's voice was full of sarcasm, "You, do you still have the strength to fight again?" With that broken sword in your hand? After that, he shook his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a bright smile, "Wrong, wrong, it's that tattered hilt in your hand!" ”

Qi Shushu's gaze turned to the hilt of the sword in Lin Dahong's hand, and everyone shook their heads slightly, sighing, knowing that they couldn't do it, sometimes they were just stupid, not fearless. Those who are too rigid are easy to break, which is a tragedy for many sword cultivators, but this is sword cultivation, and it is better to bend than to bend!

Seeing that everyone showed a look of pity, Ye Chu's eyes were indifferent, the corners of his mouth pulled up a smile, and his hand was gently pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist, how could the sword cultivation be so superficial as these people understood! Although there is no sword in his hand, as long as the sword intent in his heart is not dispersed and the battle intent is unyielding, the sword cultivation is still the sword cultivation with the sword in his hand!

"Who, said my sword was broken?!" The hilt of the sword was slightly raised, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his handsome face was cold, and Lin Dahong's body was sharper, and then, a bright sword light lit up, and the hilt of the sword in Lin Dalu's hand was like lightning, falling towards Lin Zhizhuo's eyebrows!

This style, obviously without the sword body, is only used to display the hilt, but it is stirring the surrounding air, producing a circle of ripples, which is clearly the power that can only be formed by the sword qi almost condensed into substance!

Although the sword is broken, the heart of the sword cultivation is not dead, and the sword is still there!

Lin Dahong's combat power has increased instead of decreasing!

His face became solemn for the first time, Lin Zhizhuo's right arm holding the sword turned, and the sword momentum was like splitting a mountain and slashing the mountains, with a fierce and fierce aura, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards the hilt from top to bottom. (To be continued......)