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These 14 sticks could not pose any threat to Bao Ying, but he still had to dodge.

Because he has seen the real threat in this layer of delusion. The restrained and thick Fire Yuan internal qi in the stick shadow was so pure that even he, a fellow disciple of the Martial Sect who practiced the Fire Yuan Gongfa, seemed a little surprised.

Bao Ying couldn't understand that Lin Zheng was clearly just a teenager in the late stage of martial arts, how could his cultivation in the Huo Yuan Gong method not be lower than the middle stage of the martial arts sect.

Carefully let go of the stick move, Bao Ying grabbed the gap in Lin Zheng's stick method, and grabbed into the flying stick shadow alone, with a left hand, and the palm was in the middle of the iron rod.

Although the strength of his palm is not large, it undoubtedly leaks his accurate eyesight.

The iron rod's return force was hit, and it suddenly missed the direction that it originally swept over, and it became a slash over Bao Ying's head.

Taking advantage of this gap, Bao Ying slapped Lin Zheng's face door with her right palm.

The palm of the hand, like a soldering iron, carries a scorching heat wave, even if it has not yet reached the body, it is also shocking.

But Lin Zheng was not an ordinary person after all, and when it came to the experience of challenging high-level martial artists, he was much richer than other teenagers of the same age.

The iron rod swirled behind Lin Zheng along Bao Ying's strength, but Lin Zheng's left hand had already let go of the iron rod.

turned his fist into a stick, and faced Bao Ying's fire palm with a heavy fist.

The trick of 'Lotus Blossom Wonderful Method', Lin Zheng is already familiar with it, and he can't be more familiar. Even if he borrowed his fist, his power did not diminish in the slightest. On the contrary, it is the stick move that reduces the cushioning process of the force, which makes the speed of this punch a little faster.

Coupled with Lin Zheng's great power comparable to that of a fierce beast...

'Bumper...

There were six explosions in a row, and Bao Ying's fire palm attack suddenly stopped. And the iron rod that swirled from behind Lin Zheng also turned into a move 'Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows' and went straight to the back of Bao Ying's head.

Bao Ying didn't expect Lin Zheng to react so quickly, not only did he make the most correct parry at the moment when the stick method was unbalanced, but the strength of this punch exploded in his arm like a firecracker.

That burst of power that was better than the other, not only did it disperse all of his Fire Yuan internal qi, but the last explosion even faintly shook his hands and hands into cracks.

Compared to this strange punch, Bao Ying didn't care much about the stick that hit the back of his head.

Wu Zong's strong internal qi was released from the body, and the back of Bao Ying's head seemed to suddenly have an extra layer of invisible qi cover, and the iron rod hit the air cover, bursting out with a crisp sound.

With the power of the shock, Bao Ying has already retreated more than a kilometer.

How could Lin Zheng let Bao Ying get out of the battle so easily.

"Why is Senior Brother Bao leaving, Senior Brother's admiration for you has not yet been completed. Before the words fell, the stick shadow had already pressed on again with a cloud of fire.

It's all about it!

The dancing iron rod conjured into thousands of phantoms, and in the scorching flames and clouds, it was like countless demon-subduing arhats waving their arms at the same time, making it difficult to distinguish between virtual and real.

"I don't know what to do, I really thought I was afraid of you. After being forced again and again, Bao Ying finally stopped hiding her strength.

In an instant, Bao Ying already had an extra long sword in his hand. Most of the ordinary sword weapons are bright and dazzling, even if some special Xuan soldiers do not use light as a means to show off because of the relationship between refining materials, but they also have an awe-inspiring luster.

But the long sword in Bao Ying's hand did not have the slightest brilliance, although its style was not much different from that of ordinary long swords, but it was obscure.

That kind of gray light, just like Bao Ying, the master, always covers up his edge. But once he is pulled out, it is often the deadliest moment.

The long sword moved, and obscure black marks streaked across the sky, each of which was hit by a stick shadow.

The shadow of the stick in the sky was like a shower at the beginning of the break, and suddenly disappeared invisible.

For a moment, there were only a few sparks left in the sky. Only these sparks that sway with the stick move can make people realize that the stick shadow in the sky just now really existed, and it was not illusory.

Broken rain swordsmanship, ground-level low-grade martial arts.

This set of swordsmanship is not outstanding in terms of power among the martial arts of the same level, but the difficulty of cultivation is the most difficult. It not only requires the warrior to have a continuous internal qi, but also a perverted control of moves.

There are 360 kinds of complicated and perverted moves, and ordinary people have seen it once, and it is estimated that they will want to hit the wall.

If Wang Meng was present at this moment, he would also admire Bao Ying's ability to cultivate this set of swordsmanship to the point of great success. Where is this still the strength that the official disciple who has been swaying at the end of the battle list should have. It is estimated that even if he is a core disciple who has stepped into the innate world, he may not be able to master it to such an extent.

Scatter the stick shadow, and the castration of the sword move is unabated. The colorful sword light like a rain curtain instantly wrapped Lin Zheng layer by layer.

In the face of such a terrifying sword technique, Lin Zheng really didn't have any solution in terms of moves alone.

Although Lin Zheng has reached the point of touching the level of bypassing the magic stick method in mastery, one move and one style is no longer confined to form. But this still can't change the earth-wide grade gap between the two martial arts, and without the Demon Stick method that matches the internal strength method, it is only a human-level lower grade.

Fortunately, although Lin Zheng couldn't compete with the other party in martial arts, he still had his own advantages.

A flash of silver light flashed from the depths of his eyes, and the lightning swiftness of the sword shadow suddenly slowed down. Although the speed was still terrifying, it was at least within Lin Zheng's acceptance.

In Lin Zheng's field of vision, the sword light seemed to turn into a tangible light, and the end point of each ray marked his body.

Of course, in the face of Bao Ying's continuous nirvana sword skills, just having the insight to detect the trajectory of the sword light still couldn't save Lin Zheng's life. He must at least be able to fight back, otherwise it will be all in vain.

At this time, the strong body after the fusion of python blood made Lin Zheng, who was far from reaching the Martial Sect, forcibly break through his speed limit.

All of Lin Zheng's mind and strength had been condensed to the extreme, and the efforts he had made in the 'Lotus Blossom Mystic Method' and the cultivation of consciousness had finally paid off at this moment.

Every inch of muscles and bones is under the constraints of consciousness, making the most subtle movements.

Lin Zheng seemed to have turned into a naughty boy playing a simple game, and the iron rod he pointed out from his hand hit the breaking point before the sword light power exploded.

But it's so easy to do that. If he has not reached the cultivation level above the Martial Sect, and does not have a strong internal qi, if he wants to do this, Lin Zheng can only rely on the powerful body from the fusion of python blood to make up for the shortcomings in cultivation.

Every time the iron rod danced, Lin Zheng's body muscles and perception were undergoing the most severe test.

If it weren't for Lin Zheng's whole person immersed in this strange state, he would even hear the sound of musculoskeletal rubbing against each other coming from his body.

It was a dry shackle, like the sound of two coarse pieces of metal rubbing against each other.

The moment Bao Ying handed over the sword move, he suddenly had an extremely awkward feeling. Lin Zheng in front of him seemed to have changed into a person in an instant, no, to be precise, he had become a special existence like a fierce beast.

The dangerous aura that was completely restrained into the body by the other party made Bao Ying like a prey being targeted by a giant python.

The strangest thing is the sword move of the imperial envoy in his hand, his set of broken rain sword technique, since he practiced it, has never been revealed in front of people.

Bao Ying has been in the military station for so many years, in addition to completing the tasks that have been set for a long time, there is no reason to hide his cultivation.

But his own sword moves seemed to have been expected by Lin Zheng for a long time. Every trajectory of the sword blade was just blocked by the iron rod, and it was just a moment before the sword blade exploded with power.

If it weren't for Lin Zheng's move, that kind of jerky action, and the stick technique used by the other party before, it was at most human-level and medium-grade. Bao Ying even had to suspect that this Lin Zheng had been hiding it deeply, but in fact he was a child of a family who had refined martial arts above the prefecture level.

Otherwise, how could Lin Zheng see through his sword moves.

But after denying this possibility, Bao Ying was even more incomprehensible. The Broken Rain Sword Technique is a ground-level low-grade martial art, even if it is facing the core disciples of the sect, it is enough to make the other party scramble.

There is neither a cultivation above the innate level that is enough to crush, nor a practice above the ground level. How could Lin Zheng do it, stop all the attacks without any difference.

This fatal awkwardness once made Bao Ying want to release his natal star soul, but in the end, reason still overwhelmed his impulse.

The curiosity in Bao Ying's heart became stronger and stronger as he used his sword moves, and he began to pay attention to Lin Zheng's every move when parrying. Slowly, he finally found a clue. (To be continued.) )