Although he was hit at the same time, Zhao Lin took precautions in advance and resisted with tortoiseshell strength, almost unharmed.

Wei Shi completely carried it with his body, and was slashed in the shoulder, and his body stumbled.

Zhao Lin didn't give Wei Shi a chance to breathe, rubbed his body up, agitated his qi and blood to attack continuously, and in less than ten rounds, he punched Wei Shi in the chest.

"Pedal ......"

Wei Shi took seven or eight steps back in a row to stabilize his body, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward again.

"What a strong body!"

Zhao Lin was secretly surprised, the punch just now made eighty percent of the strength, even if he was hit by it, it would be very uncomfortable, Wei Shi was still able to hold on.

If it hits Fa Xiu, I am afraid that this punch can kill people, and the magic circle will already directly move people out.

At the moment, he launched a fierce attack with all his strength, and with years of actual combat experience, he quickly turned his advantage into a victory, and in a moment, he punched Wei Shi again.

Thump!

This time, Wei Shi finally couldn't hold on and sat on the ground.

Even so, the circle was not triggered.

"Zhao Linsheng!"

The arbitrator shouted in time, and then added: "Wei Shi fell to the ground and was judged to lose." ”

"Wonderful!"

"Rare to see!"

The applause at the scene was thunderous, and many people saw such a fierce melee fight for the first time, and they couldn't help but look at Wu Xiu and physical cultivation with admiration, and put away their contempt.

"Brother Zhao's martial arts are strong, and the younger brother admires it."

Wei Shi stood up from the ground casually and patted the dust on his body.

"Brother Wei has such strength at a young age, I should envy you."

Zhao Lin said what he said from his heart, although his strength was stronger than the other party, he was nearly twice as old, and there was really no reason to be complacent.

The winner of the first game continued to stay on the court, so the two sides in the second game were Zhao Lin and Fang Qinglu.

"The battle just now consumed a lot, so let's use spirit stones to help recover."

The Arbitrator Elder said, handing Zhao Lin a spirit stone.

"Thank you, Elder!"

Zhao Lin thanked him, held the spirit stone with both hands, sat down cross-legged, and pressed the spirit stone against his abdomen, replenishing his spiritual power while recovering his strength.

At this moment, the spiritual diagram in his mind flashed, and countless tentacles were released, wanting to grab the spiritual energy in the spirit stone.

"The spirit stone is mine."

Zhao Lin's heart moved, and he refuted these tentacles.

After about two quarters of an hour, he slowly opened his eyes.

Fang Qinglu was already standing on the field at this time, and said with a chuckle: "Don't worry, we'll compete when you recover." ”

"As it should be."

Zhao Lin is also not polite, this victory or defeat is related to whether he can come out on top, and the opponent is so strong, it will definitely not be a loss if he rests for a while.

Taking advantage of the rest, he deduced how to deal with Fang Qinglu in his heart.

In battle, it is impossible to be accurate to every move, but to think of the most basic strategy and how to win.

Against sword cultivation, the fighting style is completely different from physical cultivation, and it is also different from law cultivation.

In fact, no matter who is about sword cultivation, they will feel a headache.

Because the first hand is always on the side of sword cultivation, it is a bit like the truth in martial arts.

After a while, Zhao Lin stood up and put the unused spirit stone into the lock bag.

"A spell is cultivated to a small level, and the physical body is not inferior to the physical cultivation, you are a good opponent."

Fang Qinglu's eyes burned and said.

Zhao Lin understood what he meant, sword cultivation had to be constantly sharpened in battle in order to grow, so he was extremely eager for battle, and every time he met a good opponent, he would see Hunting Heart.

It's using yourself as a whetstone.

"After cultivating sword qi in three years, you are also a good opponent."

As the two spoke, they walked to their respective positions and stood still.

As everyone expected, with the order of the Arbitration Elder, Fang Qinglu didn't wait for a moment, raised his hand and released the flying sword.

I saw a white dot gradually enlarged, chasing light and electricity coming directly.

Zhao Lin walked in steps, and when the flying sword came to within three zhang in front of him, he suddenly took a step forward diagonally, and his body turned into a phantom.

The flying sword missed!

Hey?

Fang Qinglu was taken aback, Zhao Lin's step seemed ordinary, but it implied subtlety, the timing and pace were extremely accurate, and he took a step closer to himself while dodging.

Zhao Lin's body method is to turn the clouds with rain, but this step is taken according to the step diagram practiced when practicing martial arts, from the "pro" position to the "non-vain" position.

In fact, Zhao Lin was also extremely careful, because the flying sword was so fast, doing so was like dancing on the tip of the knife, and if he was not careful, he would be stabbed by the flying sword.

But this risk must be taken, otherwise you will only be beaten.

This is the disadvantage of low-level monks, limited by the spiritual power of divine consciousness, the attack range is only twenty zhang square, for example, Fang Qinglu is close to half, and he must get close before he can attack.

Fang Qinglu snorted lightly, his body retreated in the direction away from Zhao Lin, and at the same time commanded the flying sword to turn around and stab at the back of Zhao Lin's head.

Zhao Lin kept moving under his feet, stepping on the hexagrams such as "Feng", "Ben", "Jiji" and "Qian", walking not fast, but flowing smoothly, every time when the flying sword was about to stab his body, he made a mistake under his feet and dodged in time.

"It's so hanging, it's just a little bit!"

"I was about to be stabbed, but I dodged it."

"What's the situation, is this the legendary light work......

The monks who watched the battle did not know why, but they were amazed, and only a few monks who had practiced martial arts in the mortal world probably knew the reason.

Fang Qinglu frowned, if he continued like this, once he let Zhao Lin get close, his advantage would be gone.

"Flying Sword!"

Fang Qinglu's lips moved slightly, and the flying sword immediately took the center of the sword body as the axis, and spun rapidly, like a crossboomerang.

At the same time, a sword qi several feet long was released from the tip of the sword.

The speed of the flying sword was a little slower, but the length of the sword body and the extremely long sword qi covered an area of more than a zhang, and there was a faint humming sound.

In this way, it is impossible for Zhao Lin to dodge through his body.

Zhao Lin imagined the situation that he couldn't dodge the flying sword, and he also had a countermeasure in his heart, so he dodged horizontally at the moment and pinched out a magic trick in his hand.

In an instant, the aura of the earth line gathered wildly.

Rock Armor!

The casting time of the defensive spell was much faster than that of the attack spell, and just as the flying sword was about to get closer, a yellow light appeared in front of Zhao Lin, and it turned into a rock wall more than an inch thick in an instant.

Zhao Lin deliberately only released half of the mana, halving the thickness of the rock armor, and it seemed that it was only at the proficiency level, not at the small level.

After cultivating for a year, mastering a small level spell can be a genius, and two are unreasonable.

And Zhao Lin has other plans.

Seeing this, there was a sigh outside the arena, and many people began to shake their heads.

Before the Rock Armor Technique was completed, armor could not be moved.

In other words, once the spell is cast, the monk can only stand still.

In the face of sword cultivation using such a spell, it is tantamount to tying one's hands and feet, and the possibility of winning again is extremely slim.

Fang Qinglu raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. (End of chapter)