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With Song Zheng's palm as the center, on the tips of each finger, a chain and five chains shot out, rushing towards Fan Jin. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The five chains drew five arcs at different angles, shooting at five different parts of Fan Jin's body from five different directions, and it was impossible to resist all the chains by relying on a single wind wall.

The spectators in the stands couldn't sit still anymore, they stood on their seats one after another, stretched their necks, clenched their fists, their muscles burst out, their qi and blood surged, and their heavy breathing was correspondingly filmed!

How wonderful is this kind of battle! I can't stand on the field and participate in it! Even if I die because of it, I will die without regrets!

The iron rope crosses the sky, runs through the sky, and moves forward!

Murderous, domineering, when the air is pressed, the clothes are hunting, and the wind and rain are all over the building!

The five iron cables are like five pitch-black dragons, tumbling and moving, stirring the heavens and the earth, so that there is nothing else in Fan Jin's eyes, and the long sword in Fan Jin's hand is impossible to cut out!

Squeak Quack –

The sour sound came from the sword body, Fan Jin was shocked, at this moment, he actually felt the mood of the long sword! The long sword seemed to be leaving him!

This is Kenshin!

Fan Jin's eyes flashed, and five black lacquer dragons disappeared from his eyes, and only a sword shadow bloomed.

It's a long road, only the sword is the companion!

If the sword leaves, then what is my heart?

The light is blooming, and the long sword is out!

"Face the wind!"

Whew!

Four wind walls rise from the ground, and the wind is howling, like a mountain!

Dangdangdang!

Four of the five iron cables were blocked by the wind wall!

But there is still one that falls from the sky and penetrates directly into the heavenly spirit above Fan Jin's head!

With a cold snort, Fan Jin looked up at the sky, his wrist was reversed, the long sword was lightly raised, and the sword qi shot out, and the iron cable struck dozens of times in the air, clanging, and sparks splashed everywhere!

"The momentum of this sword is getting more and more intense!"

Collect the sword, stab the sword, the sword qi gathers, turns into a long rainbow, goes straight into the clouds, and competes with the iron cable!

Strike, collide, entangle, shatter!

Sword Rainbow Rises!

The faster you slash, the more intense!

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Even if the iron rope is arrogant, it is also powerful, and the momentum is exhausted.

With the 3,600 sword rays of light shining brightly, only the last sword rainbow was left in the air. Never see the black figure of the iron rope again!

Fan Jinyao knelt on one knee, the long sword was inserted beside him, his breath was like a broken bellows, and he coughed violently a few times, and blood stars splashed on the ground, like plum blossoms.

The surrounding wind walls have long since dissipated, and the strength in his body has been exhausted, only the sword heart is clear, but he can no longer draw the sword.

On the opposite side of him, less than fifty meters apart, Song Zheng's palm was facing the sky, and a plate of iron ropes slowly floated down.

In the sight of mental induction, Fan Jin's state could not escape careful observation.

He had exhausted all his physical strength and energy, and the energy in his body reflected weakness and was almost invisible. All it takes is one finger on his shoulder to knock him to the ground.

Song Zheng did not do so. It's not that I can't, but I don't want to.

He had never felt respect for his opponents, including Yun Zhen before, but this time, for the first time, he felt that his opponent deserved respect.

That peerless swordsmanship, that kind of unyielding spirit, let him admire, make him awe-inspired, and make him moved!

In the face of such an opponent, giving him a dignified exit is the minimum respect.

Song Zheng withdrew all the chains and walked towards Fan Jin.

His stride was not big, and his speed was not fast, so he walked over step by step.

In the process, Fan Jin must have heard footsteps, and he must have felt the vibration of the ground. But he didn't even have the strength to lift his head.

Fan Jin knew very well in his heart that he had failed, and he had completely lost in the hands of Song Zheng. The opponent was so powerful that he couldn't even force out the second form of his opponent's ability!

Now his opponent will be about to deliver the final blow to end the much-anticipated gladiatorial battle.

He didn't know how his opponent would deliver this blow, whether to take it lightly or fly up and give him a kick?

But he didn't care anymore. No matter whether Song Zheng let him fail with dignity or make humiliating actions, he didn't care at all.

It's not that he gives up on himself because he failed, on the contrary, it's because his heart is strong enough.

A battle spawned for various additional reasons turned out to be the most meaningful battle in his life, I have to say that it is really ironic.

But he doesn't care anymore, he doesn't care about the reason for the battle, he doesn't care about the fate of defeat, and he doesn't care about other people's opinions.

He only knew that in this battle, he surpassed himself, he defeated the demons in his heart, he saw Kenshin, and he understood for the first time - what is the real kendo!

That's enough.

A hand knife cut into Fan Jin's shoulder, and the body that was supported by the encouragement could no longer bear even the slightest bit of strength.

Fan Jin lay down, facing the earth, lying on the ground, his eyes were dark, and he passed out.

Song Zheng stood beside him, nodded, turned around with his hands behind his back, and slowly walked away.

After his elongated shadow, beside Fan Jin, a long sword was inserted into the ground, and the shadow slowly lengthened.

And Fan Jin, who was in a coma, didn't know when the corners of his mouth were smiling.

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Recently, the inner circle has been very lively, and the two people who met each other in the past and just nodded their heads can chat warmly when they meet, and they talk for a long time, and they don't feel tired when their saliva flies. I often can't get enough, and I walk to bars and restaurants with each other in my arms.

If you ask them what they are talking about, then everyone will give the same answer, of course, "the battle between the wind and the rope"!

Just a few days ago, the battle that took place in the gladiatorial arena was a rare battle in ten years, absolutely wonderful, absolutely ancient, absolutely famous!

On one side is Fan Jin, who is the sword spirit, and on the other side is Song Zheng, who is in the sky.

The two of them are simply chess opponents will meet good materials, the mountain tiger meets the mountain tiger, and the cloud dragon meets the rain dragon!

That battle was simply earth-shattering, not to mention how exciting, it was unforgettable at first sight, it made people have a long aftertaste, and it made people still unsatisfied with three years of research!

Although Fan Jin still lost in the end, what does it matter! This kind of battle has long been out of the category of winning or losing, didn't you see what Fan Jin himself said after the battle, if it weren't for Song Zheng, he wouldn't have been able to complete the transformation, if it wasn't for that battle, he wouldn't have been able to comprehend the sword heart, and he was about to hit the third order, all thanks to Song Zheng!

Just one battle has spawned a third-order!

Fan Jin's thanks further pushed up the topic, and at the same time made Song Zheng famous!