The sand and dust slapped on the ground, and then angrily returned to the sword circle.

The qi and blood buzzed and roared, and the heart was like a big drum, and the qi was channeled into the sword, and the pounding sound of the heartbeat and the sound of the Qingshuang sword rang out in unison, which shook Wang Lin's ears together.

So with a bang, Wang Lin poured some spiritual energy on the wooden stick, and then hit him with confidence.

With no one in front of him, he swung diagonally at a twisted and strange angle like a baseball, striking the air in the air.

But suddenly, the blue light lit up, and the sword of the sand dust seemed to be sent to his stick, and a sword and a stick intersected in an instant, and the wooden stick was against the back of the Qingshuang sword.

The buzzing of blood, the beating of drums, and the sound of swords on Su Shachen's body all disappeared in an instant.

There was only a "bang" sound, which lasted for a long time and was deafening.

Where the two men's weapons intersected, a gust of wind swirled.

Although the jujube pill is not particularly delicious, far inferior to the delicacies of Sanyuanlou, but after more than a month of accumulation, Wang Lin now has more than 400,000 catties of strength in one arm, and the two arms are combined, which is close to a million catties of huge strength.

Although he still couldn't compare to the terrifying strength of the opponent's qi and blood condensation armor and foundation cultivation, he swung his stick with both hands and waved his sword with one hand at Su Shachen, taking advantage of an unknown amount of advantage, and he did not fall behind for a while, and he would block the opponent's peak blow.

Although the blades held by the two are very different, one is a sword and the other is a wooden club, but the planes intersect, and there is no difference between the sword and the wooden sword blessed with aura.

This is the essence of Tai Chi sword intent, "with one's own bluntness, blocking the enemy's bladelessness".

Wang Lin didn't know why he was doing this, but when he was facing the enemy, he thought about whether he wanted to try this newly acquired Taiji Sword or not.

So he emptied his brain, controlled the sword with his intention, and for a while only felt that the opponent's tricks could be easily blocked, so that he had this ever-changing and endless smart move.

The second time he was blocked, the anger in his heart receded slightly, knowing that the opponent's tricks were strange, and every time he used all his strength, he would be blocked by the opponent with both hands.

As a result, he no longer pursued a one-hit kill, but instead used a variety of dexterous and swift sword moves, giving full play to the sharp and fierce advantages of the Qingshuang Sword.

I only heard the sound of sneering, and the sword moves of the sand dust were fierce and ruthless, based on the qi and blood essence in the early stage of foundation building, so that the extremely sharp sword given by Mu Shengzi came out of the extremely exquisite tricks taught by the Immortal Yin Pavilion, and the blue light rippled, and the sword qi was pervasive.

In a trance, the blue light seemed to turn into a heavy snow ball, turning in front of Wang Lin, emitting a bone-eroding cold air.

The people of Chunyang couldn't help but nod, feeling that the swordsmanship of the dust dog was quite eye-catching, even in their critical eyes, it could be a "good".

Wang Lin couldn't take advantage of it now, so he had to use a wooden stick to catch the sharp blade full of cold.

Su Shachen didn't care, and after three or two temptations, he found that the other party was only the strength of the ninth layer of refining the body, and his heart was relieved, and the previous killing intent gradually faded, and he was unwilling to shed blood in the Pure Yang Palace.

But the sword under his hand became more and more ferocious, and the cold qi continued to overflow, because he had some thoughts to trick Wang Lin, and wanted to gradually use the cold frost qi in the sword to freeze Wang Lin's body, so that he could make a fool of himself and retract the words he had previously insulted the Holy Son.

Wang Lin's strength is far inferior to the foundation body cultivation, and the strength of more than 400,000 catties in one arm is four small realms worse than the other party.

But he is not a pure physical cultivation, and at the moment he transported part of the mana in his body and wrapped it around the wooden stick.

The rest of the mana was all used in the only talisman method he knew, and on the golden light spell, layers of golden light protected the whole body.

Su Shachen was not in a hurry, relying on the strength of his sword weapon and physique, he slowly consumed the opponent's mana stock.

After a few dozen moves, let's see if his golden light spell can be lit again?

The dual cultivation of the Dharma body is not so strange, there are many Tianjiao cultivators in the big sect who have advanced in this kind of dual cultivation, as long as Wang Lin's Qi cultivation and kung fu are not able to build a foundation, he has nothing to worry about.

The situation took a sharp turn, and Wang Lin fell into a disadvantage for a while, but he was still reluctant to damage the magic sword, insisted on not changing the sword weapon, and continued to use this wooden stick, drawing circles in the cold light of the Qingshuang Sword.

Each move is stabbed out in an arc and withdrawn in an arc, and the kind of Tai Chi sword page in his mind that does not leave a word is white, shining without any scum in his heart, and he carries the sword with intention.

Along the circle of yang, reverse circle of yin, the double circle of the wooden stick waved slowly closed, it is as dignified as a mountain, but light as a feather.

Every time the wooden sword makes a move, it uses its arm strength as a shuttle, and uses the strong Xuanmen righteousness as a silk thread to release a thin wire of mana, which wants to be wrapped around the Qingshuang Sword.

These filaments accumulated more and more, as if they had accumulated into a mass of silk, wrapping the Qingshuang Sword.

At first, he didn't notice it, but after four breaths, after more than twenty or thirty moves, his sword moves gradually stagnated, and the sword in his hand became heavier and heavier, as if it was constantly increasing in weight.

500 catties, 6,000 catties, 70,000 catties......

Millions of catties, tens of millions of catties......

Wang Lin circled his hands, like hugging Tai Chi, with a strong force and silky mana in his right hand, pushing and pressing the opponent, and secretly sucking the palm of his left hand, and the violent suction pulled it from the side.

The two different forces on the left and right formed a vortex, which only brought the long-awaited sand and dust to turn sharply in place seven or eight times, like a spinning top, like a spinning spindle.

In the end, Su Shachen's hand trembled, and he could no longer hold the hilt of the sword.

The blood armor and essence armor of his body were not damaged at all, but he was carried around a few times by the wooden stick, and he instantly let go of his hand.

By the time he reacted, he sank his qi and blood essence and fixed his body, his face had already become swollen and red, and he was embarrassed.

Others may not be able to see it clearly, but Su Shachen feels that it is real.

This little uncle, who was holding a wooden stick and deliberately teased his Pure Yang True Inheritance, only used the mana of no more than ten layers of Qi cultivation, as well as nine layers of body refining, at most hundreds of thousands of catties of strength.

But like a trick, he only used a variety of circles, large and small, oblique and straight, so that Su Shachen had to let go of the hilt of the sword.

Originally, it was only a point of strength, but in his hands it increased a thousand times in an instant, and after taking over, he even bounced back with part of his own strength, which made Su Shachen extremely uncomfortable.

After forcing the other party to let go, Wang Lin also withdrew and threw away the wooden stick in his hand.

Seeing that the victory and defeat had been divided, he unloaded his weapon, and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the move, a sect of grandmaster bearing.

Then he put his free right hand into his bosom and put it lazily, strolling leisurely on the surface, pretending to be weightless, as if he was defenseless.

In fact, he secretly pinched the golden light spell given by Senior Brother Chen Tinghan, and carried only half of the mana left in his body, flowing through his right arm and wrist, so that his right hand could not tremble, and he could be ready to use the spell in his arms at any time to draw out the golden light mana left by Senior Brother Chen.

With his left hand, which was not so tired, he stood up and sucked his palm, and used the suction power of mana to put the Qingshuang Sword that fell to the ground into his hand, and said with a smile:

"Brother, your name is not easy to support, if you are a dog, then I advise you to change your name to a cheap one, just now I saw that you turned quite cheerful, it is better to call a turn!"

Pure Yang everyone laughed.

Su Shachen was forced to abandon the sword by Wang Lin with a wooden stick, and he had no face to say anything wildly.

Even if he wanted Wang Lin to learn swordsmanship before, he didn't dare to mention it again, so he left it to him