The momentum of thousands of songs and hundreds of swords climbed, and a strong and majestic momentum crushed the Quartet, rolling like smoke and waves.

This momentum alone was enough to make everyone's faces change suddenly and take a deep breath.

"You deserve my full strength, I just comprehended a knife, and I have never used it against the enemy, so I just want to give you a try."

Qiansong and Hundred Swords looked at Lin Fan, the battle intent and chill in his eyes were mixed together, and his body rose from the ground, and at a height of ten zhang, he slashed out with a knife.

The long knife turned into white practice, as if it came from the sky, the momentum was fierce, the coercion was terrifying, even the waves of the Yanbo River were low, and the suppressed ones bowed their heads.

The terrifying coercion, like the sky falling, overturned and directly pressed the crowd out of breath.

"It's so strong." Si Shangfeng's face changed drastically, even he could hardly stabilize his body, let alone others.

"He's dead this time." Pu Nyima looked at the knife with excitement in her eyes.

Qiansong Hundred Knives were slashed out, but he withdrew his hand lightly and watched coldly, in his opinion, the victory or defeat of this knife has been decided, and there is no suspense.

"It's a pity to have such qualifications at such a young age." Qiansong Baidao shook his head, as if he was talking about Lin Fan, and as if he was talking about himself.

"If you can't take this sword, then there is no need to live, so as not to become a stumbling block for my Korean martial arts juniors in the future."

Killing Lin Fan, there will be one less powerful opponent in the stick country in the future, even if Lin Fan can't help him step into the grandmaster at this moment, he is quite satisfied.

There are many people in Huaxia, so they will be killed slowly in the future, and the grandmaster can be achieved slowly.

"What? He actually wanted to kill Lin Xiaoyou with one sword? Everyone's faces changed, they didn't expect Qiansong Baidao to be so ruthless.

"A thousand songs and a hundred knives, this is a martial arts competition, not a life-and-death fight, did you kill Lin Xiaoyou, do you think you went out of Southern Province?"

The fashion style roared repeatedly.

The sword is like practice, overwhelming, this is the real killing machine, not the end of the trial.

Ye Han faced this knife, his face sank like water, and then he sneered: "What do you want to explain when you say this?" Are you too strong with this knife? ”

"I, Lin Fan, don't enter the martial arts, but I practiced martial arts at a young age, and there are thousands of means, how can you think about it, I only need a sword to break you today."

"Bear Pavilion Master, can you borrow a sword?"

Lin Fan's voice was rolling, like thunder on the big day reaching below, everyone's hearts shook wildly, and the bear man roared in his mind.

Suddenly, Lin Fan stretched out his hand to borrow the sword, and without saying a word, the seven-foot long sword in his hand was thrown up.

Lin Fan held his sword.

His eyes were no longer calm, but turned into a monstrous sword intent, and he had used three swords to extract Raven's Winged Dance.

Although it has been a long time.

But that feeling has always been haunting in his heart, and that is meaning.

The essence of the sword, the sword intent.

Although he couldn't understand or control it, he remembered the movement of the sword moves when he first broke the wings and danced out of the sword.

Cultivation exploded at this moment, like a volcanic eruption, climbing straight up, until it reached the peak of its strength, and the half-step grandmaster stopped.

The seven-foot Qingfeng in his hand slashed towards Bai Lian in an instant.

The sword intent was dashing, like mist and rain, sweeping all directions, and everyone didn't see clearly how Lin Fan made a move, when they heard a click, the endless white practice in front of them shattered.

Like the sword pressure pressed by the mountain on his head, it disappeared in an instant, and this place was replaced by a misty sword light.

Park Nyima and Kim Eun-joo all widened their eyes, looking incredulous, as if they had seen a ghost.

"How is this possible?" Qian Song Baidao's face changed, and he couldn't believe that the knife he cut out was so easily resolved by Lin Fan.

The sword was replaced, the sword rolled into the clouds, rolling and crushing, a sword rushed, the momentum was like thunder, the face of a thousand songs and hundreds of knives was shocked, a crisis was used, and a wave of the hand was another knife cut out.

It's too slow!

With a click, the long knife shattered, the sword stabbed and flashed, blood splattered, and a scar appeared on the shoulder blade of a thousand songs.

Ugh.

Seeing this, everyone gasped.

Si Shangfeng, the bear man, looked at the wound on the shoulder blade of Qiansong Hundred Knife, and all of them roared in their minds.

Lin Fan did it.

It was really defeated with one sword, a thousand songs.

The air was frozen at the moment.

Park Nyima, Kim Eun-jo, and Hallyu all looked dead and silent, as if they had seen a ghost.

How powerful is a thousand songs and a hundred swords, that is a recognized strong man among the younger generation in Korea, and now he has been defeated by Lin Fan with a sword?

"How so?"

There are a few Korean waves, like a collapse of faith, a little trance.

Qiansong Baidao looked at the blood flowing from his shoulder blades, and his calm face was finally no longer calm,

The smell of his own blood, he hadn't smelled in a long time.

"Lin Fan, you have completely angered me." Qiansong and Hundred Knives looked crazy, his eyes could spew fire, and when the aura of his body soared, he had already punched in front of Lin Fan.

"I'll let you know the gap between you and me, and let you understand what the real power is."

A thousand songs and a hundred knives are furious.

He's always been a one-on-one opponent and has never really shown his true physical prowess.

At this moment, the anger, whether it is strength or speed, all exploded, and the speed was so fast that it had already set off bursts of sonic boom resonance.

Below, Si Shangfeng and the others suddenly trembled, and their eyes were shocked.

"His speed is already faster than the speed of sound, right?" The bear people were surprised.

"The speed of the physical body surpasses the speed of sound, this is the standard for the body to reach the Grandmaster Realm! In other words, he is already a physical achievement grandmaster, but the martial arts realm is still half a step away. ”

Yin Ping exclaimed even more.

Master.

When the body breaks through the shackles, and the martial arts also penetrate the whole body, he is the grandmaster.

Like a thousand songs and a hundred swords, it is too rare for the martial arts realm to be insufficient, but the body forcibly breaks through the grandmaster.

"It's a problem. In terms of speed and power alone, the Thousand Songs and Hundred Swords of the Flesh Body Grandmaster are much stronger than Lin Fan. ”

The people were all worried.

Flesh Grandmaster?

Lin Fan was also shocked in his heart, was it the first time he had heard of such a strange thing, a breakthrough, and a breakthrough only in the flesh?

In the entire martial arts, there is only the saying of horizontal practice, right?

can practice this kind of thing horizontally, and the physical body reaches the grandmaster, but the body is strong and resistant.

The explosive power is just like the energy.

"Flesh Grandmaster? Is it more powerful than the explosive power after fusing the dragon's blood? I don't believe ......"

Lin Fan said in his heart.

And this is a thousand songs and hundreds of knives rolling a punch, which has already rushed to the face, the power of a punch, just the fist wind is like a train crashing, terrifying.

"Give me death." Thousands of songs and hundreds of knives shouted violently, leaving no spare strength, and smashed down with one punch.

Lin Fan's expression was indifferent, and a rolling word erupted between his raised hands, and the blood in his whole body jumped up at this moment.

There was a dragon groan in his body.

"Get out."

The sound was like a thunderstorm in the sky, and when he raised his hand, thousands of songs and hundreds of knives flew out directly upside down, smashing into the Yanbo River, setting off earth-shattering waves.

Everyone here suddenly fell silent.

(End of chapter)