Chapter 106: The Power of Ghosts and Gods

"The martial arts were only Ling Chen on the first day, but I didn't expect that the biggest opponent this time was actually you, which was surprising and surprising."

Xia Houlin thrust the halberd in his hand into the table, and an astonishing battle intent burst out from his body, as if a tornado-like momentum had formed around him.

"The results of the competition may not be surprising."

The air flow above Ling Chen's head also surged, like a sharp sword, piercing the sky, forming a sharp whirlwind.

"That's hard to say."

Xiahou Lin waved the long halberd in his hand, and then all the momentum was also integrated into this halberd, and said: "It's been a long time since I've met such a challenging opponent, I hope you can withstand my full strength." ”

"Let's get started."

The wind around Ling Chen was turbulent, but his tone was unusually calm, and the wind was light.

Laugh at!

The black halberd swept out, and Xiahou Lin took the lead in attacking, and the sharp blood-red sword split the air and slashed towards Ling Chen, who was not far away.

Sonorous!

Ling Chen also took out his sword at some point, and swung out a sword qi to block the halberd.

"Gods and ghosts!"

Xiahou Lin's expression was wild, the long halberd in his hand was like a wild horse on the loose, sweeping frantically without scruples, and the black halberd was raging vertically and horizontally, diffusing and spreading.

Ling Chen was shocked out by Xiahou Lin's domineering first halberd, but the whole person immediately turned around in mid-air, and the Tianfu Sword barbed out, like a flying sword outside the sky, and it was a miracle.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

In an instant, the sound of sword halberds clashing came and went, and the entire platform was full of sword qi and halberds, covering the figures very vaguely, and there was no trace of the fight.

Clang!

Another fierce spark burst shot out, and a figure shot out, but it was Ling Chen.

A trail of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The momentum of the weather dissipated, and Xiahou Lin's figure also appeared, he looked at Ling Chen, his eyes were a little excited.

"Happy!"

Xia Houlin hadn't experienced such a painful battle for a long time, and he didn't expect that there would be people below the True Inheritance Disciple who could fight with him to such a point, which inevitably made his blood boil.

"Ling Chen is injured!"

Some disciples noticed the blood stains on the corner of Ling Chen's mouth, and immediately exclaimed.

"But Xiahou Lin seems to be unscathed, is the winner going to be decided?" The crowd tensed their nerves.

"Ling Chen, come with all your strength, otherwise you will regret retaining your strength in front of me."

Xia Houlin carried the halberd and did not rush to make a move, but said lightly.

"What, Ling Chen hasn't done his best yet?"

Bai Ruhui, Murong Ye and the others all looked at Ling Chen in great surprise, at this juncture, the latter still showed all his strength, how could this be possible?

But with Xia Houlin's identity and temperament, it seems that there is no need to lie to raise Ling Chen so highly.

"As you wish!" Ling Chen was no longer hiding, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, his aura suddenly skyrocketed, and his cultivation rose from the Dual Realm Martial Master to the Martial Master Triple Realm!

"Sure enough, there are hole cards hidden!"

Everyone's eyes shrank, Ling Chen really left a hand, this guy actually left such means until this time!

"Good, good!"

After calling two good in a row, Xia Houlin's eyes burst with fighting intent, the stronger Ling Chen, the more excited he was, in this way, defeating Ling Chen and winning the first place in this meeting will be more valuable and more fulfilling.

"The White Dragon Passes Through the Gap!"

After Ling Chen's cultivation was promoted, he swung out with a sword, and his body turned into an afterimage, and with lightning speed, like a thunderbolt, he slashed towards Xiahou Lin with a sword.

Xiahou Lin grinned, and his halberd suddenly pushed out, leaving a series of flower-like trajectories in the air in front of him, crushing Ling Chen's sword rays.

The black halberd and the sharp sword qi were entangled with each other, and they rose into the sky, and a circle of powerful shockwaves spread in all directions, rolling up bursts of flying sand and stones.

In addition to the beginning of the collision, the fight behind it is not clear who is against whom, who has the upper hand, who has the upper hand, who has the upper hand, only to see a halberd connected with a halberd, a sword is sharper than a sword, to the back, the shock wave formed by the collision of sword qi and halberd is even more terrifying, and the figures of the two are simply everywhere, everywhere is the place of battle.

"A hundred moves, it should be almost at the limit!"

An inner disciple looked at the sky, and at this time, the sun was setting, and the bright afterglow was sprinkled on the martial arts square, reflecting the battle to be more dreamy and fierce, and he couldn't help but gasp.

A strong martial artist, after all, is not a strong grandmaster, the true qi that can be mobilized is limited, and he has a hundred moves, if he is replaced by an ordinary martial artist strong, his true qi will have already been exhausted at this time.

"These two are perverts, I don't know who can have the last laugh."

"Xiahou Lin has the cultivation of the peak of the Fivefold Realm, the more he goes to the back, the more beneficial it should be for him!"

"That's not necessarily, Ling Chen's sword intent is in rudiment, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, I don't believe Xiahou Lin can block it."

Among the inner disciples, more than half of them support Xiahou Lin, but there are about forty percent who are optimistic about Ling Chen, and the voice of the formation is not small.

I knew that at first, no one thought that Ling Chen could be an evenly matched opponent of Xiahou Lin, but now, Ling Chen's performance undoubtedly convinced everyone.

"Wrath of the Spirits!"

Xiahou Lin's figure stopped, and he shouted, as if thunder had fallen from the sky, only to see a steady stream of power gathered at the tip of the halberd, and smashed down on Ling Chen.

"Five stacks of clouds."

Ling Chen swung the Tianfu heavy sword from the bottom up, and the five sword shadows swiped from the trajectory of the heavy sword, and finally all of them were superimposed into one, facing the domineering black halberd.

Clang!

A deafening sound of metal clashing rang out, and the two figures flew back.

Ling Chen retreated to the edge of the martial arts platform, and then stomped his foot suddenly, and the whole person rushed back, and the momentum on his body melted into one point, breaking through the wind.

The fifth style of the dragon sword, the white dragon breathes.

Xiahou Lin was not afraid, he laughed, and once again a halberd burst out.

Clang!

Laugh at!

This time, Ling Chen's sword qi was like a flexible white dragon, and after breaking Xiahou Lin's halberd, it bit down on Xiahou Lin's chest, leaving a deep blood hole.

"I didn't expect Xiahou Lin to be defeated."

An inner disciple shook his head, a little regretful.

"It's just a little injured, so it's not necessarily a defeat."

The inner disciple next to him was a little surprised.

"If a master makes a move, any disadvantage and flaw will be caught by the opponent and infinitely magnified, not to mention such a minor injury." The previous disciple seemed to have predicted the outcome.

"Ling Chen, eat my last move!"

Xia Houlin glanced at the scar on his chest, this injury is not serious, it is not light, it is very unfavorable to him, he must use this last halberd to force Ling Chen to fight the winner, and use this last move to completely distinguish the superior.

"Hell-shattering!"

A black light burst out from Xia Houlin's body, and a halberd seemed to blast towards Ling Chen with a crackling terrifying thunderbolt, shocking the audience, and there was a great momentum of becoming a benevolent if he didn't succeed.