On the stone platform, Lin Zhengdong stopped his pursuing figure and blocked Qi Huan's sword light. After Qi Huan flew more than ten zhang away, he also landed abruptly.

"Brother Qi, can the bones of the body be moved? If the warm-up is good, Zhengdong will have to punch with all his might. ”

Lin Zhengdong stood in place, rubbed his fists, and asked Qi Huan with a smile.

After Qi Huan landed on the other side, he flicked his finger on the long sword in his hand, making a loud sound.

This sword was given to him by his first master when he first learned swords at the age of ten. The master surnamed Song is just an ordinary person walking on the rivers and lakes, and his swordsmanship is also commonplace, barely reaching the realm of the three grades of martial artists. He saw that Qi Huan had good bones, practiced swordsmanship and was willing to endure hardships, so he taught him all his swordsmanship, and deliberately spent most of his savings to buy this "divine sword" in a big shop for eight hundred taels of silver and gave it to his apprentice.

Although this master, who later died in the battle of the high-rollers in the rivers and lakes, could not even lead the young Qi Huan to the door of cultivation, he still relied on some chances that Qi Huan himself encountered later to become a sword cultivator by chance. But even after Qi Huan later worshiped under the Sword Saint Sect, he still did not give up this ordinary long sword named "Wentian" by his master.

Because this is the hope that his unlucky master, who is a mess of swordsmanship despite his rough skills and bad swordsmanship, hopes that ordinary swordsman hopes that his apprentice will one day be able to get ahead, and his swordsmanship will be high enough to be able to ask the heavens. But he probably couldn't have imagined that that poor but hard-working child now has more than ten times more than ten times more than the realm of kendo that he imagined. The little dried radish that persistently swung his sword in the rain, and still gritted his teeth to pick up the long sword again and again, was already the first person of the young generation in this state.

"The name of the sword asks the sky, please!"

Qi Huan's face was solemn, the long sword was erected, the white sword light swirled around it, and a sword qi that seemed to be able to pierce the sky soared into the sky.

Lin Zhengdong, who understood that Qi Huan was ready to make a serious move, also nodded.

The difference between the aura of heaven and earth cultivated by cultivators and the cultivation of martial artists is a breath of true qi in the body. Lin Zhengdong didn't know if his cultivation in the Vajra Realm could win the first place in this Dongsheng Prefecture, but when Wufu punched, he never knew what it was.

Wherever I go, there is no one in front of me.

The two of them moved at the same time, and one after another the sky-high sword qi rose in all directions. Lin Zhengdong occasionally dodged, but more often he still threw punches. Vajra Realm, as the name suggests, is the meaning of being like Vajra. When a martial artist reaches this realm, as long as the body protection is not broken, the attack of the physical body hard connection spell weapon is not a big problem. After Lin Zhengdong was stabbed by Qi Huan several times, he gradually narrowed the distance between the two to within five zhang.

Lin Zhengdong raised his left hand again, resisted a sword light, and clenched his right hand into a fist, which was a punch. The ferocious fist pierced through the sky, accompanied by a sound of breaking the air, and rushed straight towards Qi Huan.

Qi Huan didn't want to dodge with his body, so he jumped at the moment, one person and one sword parallel to the ground, and turned into a group and rushed straight towards Lin Zhengdong. The sharp sword light broke through the fist wind, and the tip of the sword pointed at Lin Zhengdong's chest.

This sword cultivation, a martial artist, and two people, actually chose to break the rigid. This is the easiest way to lose both.

Lin Zhengdong saw that the other party easily broke through his fist style with his sword qi, and now knew the sharpness of the opponent's sword qi, so he hurriedly condensed the true qi of his whole body in his hand, and swung it out with a punch. This time, this punch directly blocked Qi Huan, who was rushing forward with a sword, and when Qi Huan stopped in the air, Lin Zhengdong flew up directly and kicked Qi Huan with one kick. After Qi Huan was blocked by the fist, his body changed and he dodged this kick in the air. After retreating a few feet in the air, another sword slashed down, and as soon as the white sword light flew out, it was smashed by Lin Zhengdong, who was catching up, with a punch.

After the martial artist reaches the sixth-rank Qingtian realm, he can fly with his qi, and Lin Zhengdong, as a seventh-rank martial artist, is also extremely fast. In an instant, he caught up with Qi Huan, and swung out three punches in a row.

Qi Huan blocked a punch, flashed a punch, and was still hit by the last punch after all. The punch of the King Kong realm was so heavy that it directly smashed his body protection sword qi and smashed him to the ground. However, before Qi Huan took this punch, he also slashed at Lin Zhengdong's left shoulder.

Lin Zhengdong ignored the fact that his golden body was broken by that sword, and his right shoulder, which had already begun to bleed, swooped down at an extremely fast speed, and stepped towards Qi Huan with one foot.

Qi Huan, who fell to the ground, turned sideways and narrowly avoided the first kick, but the whole person was shaken from the ground by the anti-shock force of the ten thousand kicks and flew up two feet high. Lin Zhengdong supported the ground with his left foot, spun around, and volleyed out with his right foot.

Hearing a muffled bang, Qi Huan was directly kicked away by Lin Zhengdong and rolled down to the edge of the stone platform.

This kick came too quickly, except for a spiritual robe and body protection sword qi on his body, he almost took this kick solidly. Qi Huan immediately vomited a large pool of blood after landing on the ground.

Lin Zhengdong on the other side didn't take advantage of anything, at this moment Lin Zhengdong was standing bent, holding the blade of a cyan short sword with both hands. The cyan short sword cut Lin Zhengdong's palm and stabbed into his abdomen, and Lin Zhengdong's blood was dripping down the cyan short sword. It is Qi Huan's natal flying sword "Fixing the Storm"

It turned out that when Qi Huan was hit by the foot just now, the natal flying sword flew out of the sea of qi and turned into a cyan sword light that stabbed at Lin Zhengdong. Although Lin Zhengdong hit the middle of the kick, there was no room to move and dodge, so he grabbed it directly with his hand. Unexpectedly, the cyan flying sword came extremely fast, and after cutting his hands and stabbing into his abdomen, the forward force still pushed him backwards four or five feet away. Even the limestone bricks under his feet were ground out by his feet.

Qi Huan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and pinched the sword technique with his other hand. The natal flying sword called "Dingfeng Bo" was full of sword light, trembling in Lin Zhengdong's clenched hands, and he was desperately trying to break free from Lin Zhengdong's clamps.

Under Qi Huan's envoy, the flying sword was pushing Lin Zhengdong backwards slightly, but it was difficult to break free from his hands. Lin Zhengdong's hands were dripping with blood, and they kept falling down the sword body. Compared to just now, the flying sword was an inch deeper into his abdomen. The breath of true qi in Lin Zhengdong's chest had already flowed to the extreme, but he couldn't breathe, because once he ventilated, the flying sword would inevitably immediately break free from the restraints and penetrate him. Even his Vajra Realm physique was torn apart by the sword qi that penetrated his body.

The two competed with each other, and for a while they were at a stalemate.

"Miss Nie, you get closer to me, don't resist, I'll use the Thunder Escape Technique to take you out of here. That Fang Qinghua is the personal disciple of the Yuxia Sect, the thunder method I just now has already injured his Dao foundation, my master is afraid that he will not give up easily, I am afraid that someone from the Yuxia Sect will come to the disadvantage of you and me. It's better for us to leave as soon as possible. ”

Just when everyone in the audience was firmly focused on the two people who were glued in the stone platform, Zhuo Yuming, who had recovered a little, quietly said to Nie Yingrong, who was standing not far away, with his divine sense.

Nie Yingrong on the side heard Zhuo Yuming's voice, and felt that what Zhuo Yuming said was reasonable, and the other party also confronted Fang Qinghua in order to save herself. nodded silently at the moment, and moved lightly to Zhuo Yuming's side.

I only heard a sudden thunder on the lakeside, and a bright thunderbolt shot into the distance, and in the blink of an eye, the two disappeared.