Liang Zai didn't mind Lin Dong's ridicule at all, in his eyes, Lin Dong was as open-mouthed as a child who hadn't grown up.

Lin Dong took a few steps back, keeping a distance of about three zhang from Liang Zai in front of him, which was the best distance for him to attack. He gently pulled out the black scabbard, and the sword released a light golden light, the sword is the aura of the sword, a divine sword is radiant, and its aura is also very powerful.

It's just that when they were fighting Liang Zai in the group just now, this sword didn't show its true power, maybe this guy doesn't like to fight with everyone, but prefers to fight alone, so just now, it was in Lin Dong's hands, just like an ordinary weapon, although the speed of attack may be a little faster than an ordinary weapon, but this is not consistent with its usual power.

Lin Dong was probably aware of this before deciding to try fighting with Liang Zai alone.

Liang Zai looked at the person opposite and took out his sword, the sword seemed to have become sharper and more powerful than just now, his heart suddenly tightened, if it was just now, he did have a contemptuous attitude to deal with them a few times, then now he must take this kind of mentality of despising the enemy, otherwise it is very likely that he will suffer a big loss.

Since Lin Dong got this sword, he hasn't practiced swordsmanship well, and he himself hasn't learned formal swordsmanship under the guidance of the old man, but he just created a random way of attacking with his own preferences, not so much that he created it at will, but that he learned it from others on the martial arts TV he watched before. Whether it's the sword dance or the sword action, it's out of order.

Now Lin Dong decided to change to a simple, direct way, he held the sword in his hand, rushed to the little tailor, and slashed at his face with a swing of the sword. He shouted in his heart: Okay, you little tailor, I know you for a while, and I don't know how to let a little master, now let you know, know how powerful the master is.

Of course, the sword did not cut into Liang Zai's head, but stopped about a foot or so in his head, only to see Liang Zai stretched out his right hand and quickly clamped the sword with his index and middle fingers, he used all his strength to keep the sword away from his face, but he still underestimated Lin Dong's strength after all.

Lin Dong's undisciplined fighting style and aggressive attack made it difficult for Liang Zai to accept his fingers for a while, and he was almost cut by the sword in his hand, so Liang turned around sharply and let go of his hand, and the sword grazed his cheek and broke through the air.

Lin Dong took advantage of the moment before it turned around, swung his sword and stabbed at him again, this time the sword carried a strong wind, forming a huge sword qi, and went straight towards Liangzai.

Liang Tsai clicked on the water with a dragonfly, flew and jumped, dodging the magnificent wave of swords.

The onlookers were a little stunned, they didn't expect that this person was so comfortable between the nine of them just now, and now he was beaten by Lin Dong alone and was a little powerless to fight back, and the current Liang Zai and the one just now are like two people.

They obviously didn't know if Lin Dong had become more powerful, or Liang Zai had become weaker.

In fact, neither of them has changed, but the sword in Lin Dong's hand has become tough, and the ancient artifact is like an arrogant god, and it also has its own arrogant and cold temperament.

They all feel that they are the only aura between the heavens and the earth, and the only weapon between the heavens and the earth, so they disdain to fight with other weapons, so they are unwilling to exert their full strength when everyone joins forces to besiege some people.

Once only their own masters and others are alone, they will unleash their full power.

The Xuantian Sword is one of the ancient weapons, and it naturally has this kind of arrogant heart, so when everyone joined forces to threaten Liang Zai, it turned into an ordinary sword, which is why nine people besieged Liang Zai, and Liang Zai could still maneuver with them with ease, but when Lin Dong fought alone with him, he became restrained and had no power to fight back.

At this time, Lin Dong was also a little surprised: the way he attacked and the speed of his attack just now were no different from when nine people worked together, but when he was fighting alone, he was still a little brisk, what is the reason?

They don't understand the reason, Liang Zai quickly understood after a few rounds, he was very jealous of the sword in Lin Dong's hand, he was still very sure of defeating this young man, but now he couldn't even find a chance to fight back, which couldn't help but ignite a trace of anger in his heart, he took advantage of Lin Dong's failure to attack himself again, quickly took a bamboo flute on his waist in his hand, and then put it to his lips, casually blowing the tune just now.

Lin Dong saw the little tailor take out a flute, and thought that he was going to start fighting back, but he didn't expect him to hear the familiar melody just now again, so he put away his sword and smiled, "Little tailor, don't you know that this trick is useless to me, and you will use the same way, you are really ridiculous." He was done teasing him, and then slashed his sword again.

Liang Tsai remembered after he reminded him that this song just now was only useful for the remaining few people, but it was of no use to the guy in front of him, so he immediately raised the flute in his hand and used the flute as a sword to fight with it.

The two fought from the flat ground to the air, and then from the middle of the air to the flat ground, back and forth for hundreds of rounds, and they couldn't tell the winner.

Both of them were a little exhausted at the moment, but they didn't want to stop.

In one go, it is exhausted again and again.

Naturally, there can be no halftime in a fight, and once there is a half-time break, the next step will be exhausted, and any samurai in the decisive battle will not let himself be exhausted, once the strength is exhausted, it is natural to lose without a fight.

Lin Dong gritted his teeth, the sweat on his forehead continued to slide down from his cheeks, wetting the hair on his cheeks, his whole face looked like it was wet by the rain, and his eyes revealed the belief that he would win, he took advantage of the moment when the other party just fell to the ground, flew up again, and hit the other party.

This one he used ten percent of his strength again, and this time the Xuantian Sword seemed to be a little annoyed and wanted to end the battle quickly, a huge spiritual wave emanated from the sword body, attacking the opposite person at lightning speed.

Before Liang Zai could stand firm on the ground, he was overturned by a huge spiritual wave.