"The speed of these two ...... So fast! ”

Since the war, Chen Fei on the top of the chapel has become the only audience, and as for Wang Muyu, he was knocked out by him, double insurance.

Lin Chenxing and Zhu Bailin's speed was extremely fast, and they were close in the blink of an eye.

When the two were more than ten meters away, Zhu Bolin had already made a move, and when his right hand was empty, a translucent fist mark suddenly appeared less than half a meter in front of Lin Chenxing.

"What a weird way to attack! But...... Doesn't it look old-fashioned? ”

Lin Chenxing sneered in his heart, and swung the Qingyuan Sword in his hand at will, blasting the fist print, and continued to approach Zhu Bolin.

He could feel that Zhu Bolin's attack speed was much faster than four years ago, his fist marks were more condensed, and his strength had increased, but this was by no means the whole story.

The blow just now was not even a temptation, at most it was a hello.

The body technique that had reached the realm of perfection made Lin Chenxing's body as light as flying.

There are breezes and hurricanes!

The fallen leaves with the wind fall lightly and slowly, and there are also nine days of swaying!

Perfect, inscribed on his own body, Lin Chenxing's understanding of this body martial art, which is not of a high level, has surpassed the original creator, breaking the shackles of this body method, and forcibly raising its effect to a higher level, from the original inferior grade to the rank of the middle grade.

As the distance between the two of them got closer and closer, a succession of translucent fist prints appeared around Lin Chenxing, and at this time, these were no longer the level of greetings they had before.

"Bang!"

A sword stabbed a fist mark, Lin Chenxing felt the force in his hand, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

Compared to the blow he greeted for the first time, the fist marks that Zhu Bolin attacked at this time had risen by more than one level in terms of speed, strength and condensation, and the Qingyuan Sword attacked as if it were a hundred refined steel.

"Sure enough, this guy has improved a lot in four years! Come on! ”

While his mind was racing and he quickly assessed the strength of the other party, the long sword in Lin Chenxing's hand swung again and again, spilling out a cold light, and all the fist marks in front of him were blown up.

At this time, the distance between him and Zhu Bolin had been shortened to ten meters, and in terms of their speed, ten meters was already a very close distance, as long as the next moment, he could appear around Zhu Bolin and include it in the attack range of his swordsmanship.

However, it is these ten meters that have become an insurmountable dividing line for Lin Chenxing!

When Lin Chenxing approached ten meters, Zhu Bolin did not make a false move with his right hand, but clenched his fists with both hands to attack, this was the first time Lin Chenxing saw Zhu Bolin change his attack posture.

In the past, he was always breezy and calm, and he was able to dial back and forth with one hand, and he couldn't be coquettish.

"Lin Chenxing, let's see my boxing technique!"

Zhu Bolin snorted coldly, and his legs, which were originally standing quietly, suddenly parted and straddled, his fists clenched, and he opened his bow left and right and blasted forward.

The posture is not careless, but the power has skyrocketed.

"Huh?"

Zhu Bolin's movements were very fast, and before he finished speaking, Lin Chenxing had already keenly sensed that a terrifying fluctuation appeared in front of him, and he hit him directly.

"Slash!"

Although he hadn't caught the fist mark visually, Lin Chenxing chose to trust his senses, and let out a low cry in his heart, the Qingyuan Sword in his hand tore through the air, like a hurricane that compressed the extreme.

"Boom!"

There was a crisp sound like a clash of gold and iron, and a substantial fist mark suddenly appeared in front of the originally empty object, and even the lines on the knuckles were clear, if you ignored the color, it was almost the same as a human fist.

"Huh?"

Unlike before, Lin Chenxing's sword did not break the fist mark, and just before the long sword in his hand was withdrawn, he suddenly felt it, stepping out, and his body slashed through an invisible gap like a fallen leaf.

"Boom!"

In the next instant, another substantial fist mark bombarded Lin Chenxing's original position, leaving a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters on the ground.

"A fist print falling from the sky?"

Dodging to avoid the attack, Lin Chenxing noticed the direction of the attack of this second fist mark, which surprised him a little, and the force of this punch was quite fierce, you must know that the position they were in at this time was not the flat and soft lawn before, but at the edge of the stone forest.

Judging from the traces exposed in the big pit, there were all stones of different sizes underneath, and under one punch, these stones were blasted into smaller gravel and even grains of sand!

"So, what's the name of this guy's attack? It's completely different from the style of a warrior. ”

Lin Chenxing thought quickly in his heart, and at the same time, the movements of his hands and feet did not pause for half a minute, because in his perception, two more substantial fist marks attacked him.

"Or two? There are fewer of them than before, but the power is ......."

"Boom, boom!"

"Bang Bang!"

Lin Chenxing either dodged or blocked, but for a while, he was steadily blocked by Zhu Bolin ten meters around him, and he couldn't move an inch.

Looking at the rubble flying everywhere at the edge of the stone forest, as well as the two figures that were fighting, Chen Feng once again felt the strength of these two.

"Maybe they're not 'scum' for a long time!"

Chen Feng has eagerness and eagerness in his eyes, but he is not depressed, although he is middle-aged and his sons are so old, but when it comes to motivation, he will not leave these young people behind!

The name of the Canglang Crazy Knife was not sealed by himself, but he was cut out with a knife by the union brothers in the virtual world back then!

Everyone has a bloody era, and those war spirits immersed in their bones may be completely silent until they die, but they may also be reawakened one day.

At that time, those battle spirits that have been precipitated and tempered over time will be more calm, heavy, and invincible!

"Lin Chenxing, is that what you can do? I'm a little disappointed! ”

Zhu Bolin was smiling, straddled in place, his fists were just attacking the air, but every time he punched, there would be a substantial fist mark across the space, appearing around Lin Chenxing, front and back, left and right, in the air and on the ground, from all angles, extremely weird.

Lin Chenxing seemed to be suspended in a space at this time, and around him was a dense crowd of enemies, and their fists could appear anywhere.

In the face of Zhu Bolin's provocation, Lin Chenxing did not respond, but was just dealing with the other party's strange attack method with his heart, looking for a way to crack it.

In Lin Chenxing's view, within ten meters, it was like a special field for Zhu Bolin, in this field, the fist marks struck by the opponent had completely turned into substance, and the power had increased greatly.

What's more, this kind of attack is like the Divine Arts, and the completely detached limbs limit the attack angle and can appear in any direction.

No, to be precise, Zhu Bolin's attack is more terrifying than the imperial object, because the imperial object will always leave a trajectory of the weapon's flight, but Zhu Bolin's fist mark is not like this.

It completely appeared around Lin Chenxing's body, and there was no process of flying at all, even if Lin Chenxing used his spiritual power to probe, he couldn't capture the slightest trajectory.

It's like, as long as Zhu Bolin swings his fist, those substantive fist prints will follow his mind and appear in the position where he wants to attack across the limits of space.

"Fortunately, there are breakthroughs in body and swordsmanship, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be in big trouble today."

Lin Chenxing was glad in his heart, he could feel that if it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated the "Thirteen Styles of Splitting the Wind" and "Falling Leaves with the Wind" to the consummation realm with the help of that lion before, the strange attack that Zhu Bolin was showing now would definitely make him busy and tired to deal with.

At that time, the outcome of this battle may be mysterious!

"Ten meters...... Two ......"

Dealing with Zhu Bolin's attack, Lin Chenxing's mind turned sharply, thinking about a possible way to break the game.

Blood-colored energy is his hole card killing move, it is not easy to recover, and it cannot be used at will until he is absolutely sure, so it seems that the only thing left on his body is the Imperial Technique.

"Whoosh!"

Under Lin Chenxing's control, a black shuttle shot out of his left hand and attacked straight towards Zhu Bolin's eyebrows, the sharp front end flashed with a cold light, and its sharpness was comparable to that of a Lingtie-level weapon.

"Bang!"

Without any suspense, Hei Suo was three meters away from Zhu Bolin, hit by a substantial fist mark, threw out, and rolled in the air.

"The closer you get, the faster you attack!"

A thought flashed in Lin Chenxing's mind, just now he attacked with the Imperial Technique, but he didn't have time to dodge before he was hit by a substantial fist mark flying shuttle, and the attack speed was faster than before.

"Come again!"

As his mind moved, the black shuttle who had just been knocked out shook his spirit again, turning into a black streamer and shooting towards Zhu Bolin.

"Imperial Things?"

Zhu Bolin raised his eyebrows, because of Lin Chenxing's throwing action and the attack route of the black shuttle, he thought that this black shuttle was an attack similar to a hidden weapon, but now it seems that this is obviously not the case.

"You're really the first generation!"

Although there had been speculations for a long time, it was only at this time that Zhu Bailin was finally 100% sure of Lin Chenxing's identity, he was definitely the first generation, and he didn't run away.

"Yes and what!"

Distracted by two purposes, when Lin Chenxing used swordsmanship to deal with Zhu Bolin's attack, he was also constantly attacking and harassing this Zhu Bolin with his imperial technique.

The battle fell into a stalemate, Lin Chenxing couldn't attack within ten meters, and Zhu Bolin didn't seem to have a good way to deal with it.

In this regard, Lin Chenxing said that he is not worried at all, and he has absolute confidence in his endurance.

The two of them have been fighting for a long time, but the battlefield has never shifted, because Zhu Bolin has not moved since he stepped out of the punch, and Lin Chenxing has no longer attacked after surviving him a few times at the beginning of the battle to no avail, it seems that he has given up the intention of getting close to Zhu Bolin, and intends to consume it like this.

"Lin Chenxing, are you really so capable? It's a shame for the first generation! Zhu Bolin smiled and sneered again, he didn't plan to spend it any longer.

Although he didn't know what Lin Chenxing's combat endurance was, he himself would never let the battle become the type of endurance competition, first, because it was boring, and second, he always scoffed at the stupid thing of being profited by a third-party fisherman after his physical strength was exhausted.

In the face of Zhu Bolin's provocation, Lin Chenxing did not say anything, but threw a black shuttle again and shot towards the other party.

"Hehe, you want to beat me with this thing, don't you think it's too naïve?" Two punches in succession flew into the black shuttle, Zhu Bolin sneered.

And at this moment, Lin Chenxing finally determined one thing, that is, the other party could only condense two substantive fist marks at the same time, which was completely different from the translucent fist marks he had condensed before.

One is in quantity, and the other is in quality!

Before, when Lin Chenxing used the Imperial Technique to attack, the moment Zhu Bolin resisted the black shuttle, there was only one fist mark that appeared beside him.

Although, in the next moment, two more substantive fist marks attacked him, but Lin Chenxing could be sure that at the moment when the other party blocked the black shuttle, there was one less fist mark.

And just now, when the two black shuttles attacked Zhu Bolin at the same time, the fist marks around him had a momentary gap, although the next moment there were fist marks attacking, but it was indeed a momentary gap!

"Kill!"

Lin Chenxing sighed in his heart, and the two black shuttles that were knocked away shot towards Zhu Bolin one left and one right, this time the speed and strength were a little stronger than before.

"Cut!"

There was impatience and disdain in Zhu Bolin's eyes, and in an instant, the two fist marks were blocked, wanting to knock these two annoying flies away again.

"It's now!"

The expression on Lin Chenxing's face did not change at all, but in the middle acupoint of his chest, the energy crystal nucleus condensed from the cultivation of the "Primary Evolution Technique" trembled slightly, and a stream of blood-colored energy instantly spread out, integrating into the muscles, bones and muscles of the whole body.

"Hurricane crosses!"

The moment the fist marks on his body disappeared, Lin Chenxing stepped out, and his body became like a fallen leaf swept up by a hurricane, less elegant, and a little more violent.

At the same time, three meters in front of Zhu Bolin, two fist prints blasted the black shuttle away again, but in the next moment, the two black shuttles that flew out upside down attacked again at a faster speed.

"Good eyesight!"

Zhu Bolin's eyes flashed with anger, his waist sank a point, his fists burst out like phantoms, and two fist prints appeared around Lin Chenxing's body every instant, accumulating like a big round ball composed of fist marks, enveloping Lin Chenxing.

It's just that every time Hei Shuo attacks, his fist print will stagnate for a moment, this is Lin Chenxing's opportunity, just two stops, Lin Chenxing has already entered within three meters of Zhu Bolin's body.

"Die!"

With a low cry in his heart, Lin Chenxing's eyes erupted with astonishing killing intent, and the Qingyuan Sword was wrapped in a small tornado, stabbing towards Zhu Bolin's eyebrows.

The Thirteen Styles of the Perfection Realm burst out with all its power at this moment, and it was a strength that had already broken through the shackles of this martial art itself.

"Boom!"

At the last moment, Zhu Bolin still used a fist mark to block the Qingyuan sword three inches before the line, but in the next moment, a crack appeared at the position where the long sword and the fist mark were fighting.

"What?"

Zhu Bolin finally had some fear at this moment, Lin Chenxing's blow was actually able to shatter his fist marks?!

"Whew!"

The long sword glowing with cold light shattered the fist print, and blood shot out, but after all, this sword was flashed by Zhu Bolin because of a trace of delay.

The sword, which was supposed to pierce the center of his eyebrows, only shattered the frame of his glasses and slashed through his left sideburn.

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