Chapter Ninety-Four: Zeng Dream Like a Dragon

Could it be that the power of the Heavenly Dao was so simply annihilated, Lin Yu turned his hand and let everything return to calm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The onlookers opened their mouths wide and rubbed their eyes, still unable to believe it, obviously the momentum had accumulated to the highest point, and they thought that a storm would brew, who wanted to stop abruptly with a thunderclap.

The few monks in the audience understood that it was indeed Lin Yu who took action to resolve it, but they still couldn't understand what power Lin Yu used.

Even the middle-aged monk of the Liu family didn't know the origin of Lin Yu's strength, he was obviously ordinary and impermanent, but he prevented the storm from coming.

The only one who knows the origin of Lin Yu's power is the old man with long eyebrows beside Xue Yue, he has lived countless years, he is called an old monster, and he is also the one who has followed the Wuxiu Sword Immortal to see that legendary figure, no one knows better than him, the amazing power that can burst out in the ordinary, this power made him indulge in it for a while, with nostalgia and awe.

"That's pretty good!" Zhang Yang looked at the calm space, didn't show too surprised expression, and said lightly.

"This is just the beginning!" replied Lin Yu.

"Yes, that's the beginning!" Zhang Yang looked at the sky and sighed: "I want to end it quickly!"

As he spoke, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes were once again full of war.

A silver spear appeared in his hand, this was his magic weapon, a supreme treasure.

"This spear is seven feet two inches long, and I named it a dragon. Zhang Yang leveled the spear and explained to Lin Yu.

The name of this gun sounds a bit middle two, and Lin Yu knows that this name represents Zhang Yang's dream, Shenwei is like a dragon is the name of a legendary general, Zhang Yang has been extremely admired since he was a child, after cultivating the truth, few people will revere the secular general, but Zhang Yang still gave this name, indicating that his ideals have not wavered.

Victory on the battlefield may have been his dream.

For the old man's dream, Lin Yu can only respect him by doing his best. So Lin Yu had an extra sword in his hand, a sword without a front.

As a disciple of the Jianxi Sect, Lin Yu is most proud of his swordsmanship, with a sword in his hand, he has the greatest confidence in sword cultivation, and naturally it is also the greatest respect for the opponent.

Then the sword was drawn, and the blue and black spirit sword came out from Wufeng, and a sword chant roared.

The sword chant went away with the wind, spreading to the entire school field, and there were bursts of ripples in the air, ordinary disciples only felt dizzy and almost fainted, although the elders of the foundation building were fine, but their eyes were solemn.

Just a sword chant made countless waves turn out of the school field, and the next sword was even more amazing.

This sword has a light pause and urgency, and the moves are endlessly varied, but it goes straight away.

This trick is called Xiushui Swordsmanship, like a stream rushing westward, with endless changes, and where it flows, it is always the same.

The move has a name, but this sword is not so simple, because it is a sword without a move.

At first glance, there seems to be a trick, but in fact there is no trick, just move with your heart, and do it naturally.

The sword presents 10,000 postures, and the moves are fluent and straight, gorgeous and disorganized.

However, magnificence is only the appearance, no matter how much it changes, it is actually no change, this is the essence.

If you want to crack a sword technique that has 10,000 postures like flowing water, you will inevitably fall behind, because this is a sword without a move, and it is essentially impossible to crack.

Zhang Yang didn't move, facing Xiushui Sword, he actually closed his eyes, then lifted the gun and stabbed straight forward.

In the face of the no-move swordsmanship, the best way to crack it is not to crack it, as long as you fall into it, you will usher in a dead end. And Zhang Yang's approach is the most correct approach.

The sky was full of water, and the sword intent was piled up, but under the direct attack of the spear, it was pierced in an instant and came to Lin Yu.

Lin Yu's proud swordsmanship was actually cracked by a person who didn't understand swordsmanship, which must have been a big blow, but Lin Yu wouldn't think so, because the opponent was Zhang Yang, so there was nothing strange.

The Xiushui sword was broken, and Lin Yu was confident that he had more swordsmanship to parry, so he restrained his sword intent and prepared to accumulate again.

However, the spear with its sharp destructive power suddenly disappeared, and even the owner of the spear disappeared without a trace.

When the naked eye can't keep up with the speed, there will be an illusion of disappearing, but the Jindan monks who were watching also felt that Zhang Yang's breath in the center of the ring disappeared out of thin air and could not be found.

Then this disappearance can only be explained as a real disappearance!

The sword move lost its direction, Lin Yu couldn't draw the sword, he looked around, shocked and shocked, and was at a loss for a while.

"Avenue ...... Star Technique!" Xiao Xiao's scholar showed a surprised expression and spit out a sentence in a daze.

The middle-aged monk of the Liu family on the viewing platform stared straight at the ring, revealing an unprecedented scorching meaning.

Hearing Xiao Xiao's explanation, the monks of the Southeast Region did not come back to their senses, and did not seem to know what the so-called Great Dao was.

Xue Yue stared at the scene in the ring in confusion, his palms were full of sweat, and he asked the long eyebrows beside him, "What is the Great Dao, and what is the Star Technique?"

"The Heavenly Dao is the Great Dao, and there are three thousand Great Dao, each of which is the supreme supernatural power. Although Changmei hoped that Lin Yu would win, he still praised Zhang Yang and said: "This son should be the chosen one, once enlightened, the foundation of heaven will be built, and the avenue of enlightenment will be achieved." ”

Lin Yu suddenly raised his head, feeling a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Zhang Yang's figure appeared in the sky, and a spear fell like a meteor.

The tip of the spear, a little cold and sharp wanted to pierce Lin Yu's eyes.

Lin Yu drove the aura of the whole body, and shrouded the whole body with a layer of protective qi, and the Eight Treasures Immortal Body urged to the extreme, but he couldn't have much more sense of security.

Obviously it was just a spear, Lin Yu felt like he was facing the power of the entire starry sky, at this time, his eyes were like day and night, and the light he saw was only a cold chill, wanting to take his life.

Boom -

The starlight appeared, and it suddenly erupted, falling like a shower of stars, especially the point where the cold spear was the most advantageous.

Lin Yu's body was blasted into the ground by a powerful force, and the protective body qi was compressed together, and the shape changed from arc to flattened, and then disappeared.

The powerful pressure was not over yet, Lin Yu clenched his teeth, bearing the power of the starlight, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Fight the stars!"

Zhang Yang's cold voice suddenly sounded in Lin Yu's ears.

Just when Lin Yu was about to withstand the attack from the sky, that bit of cold light didn't have much strength, but this was not good news, and the attack that could be defended showed that it was not in a desperate situation.

Boom -

A thud resounded through the heavens and the earth again, this time from behind him.

Lin Yu turned his head in shock, obviously there was nothing behind him, but it made him feel a great crisis. As Zhang Yang finished speaking, an invisible force slammed into Lin Yu's back, instantly making him fly upside down.

Lin Yu's body formed a terrifying pit on the ground, and even if there was a formation to protect it, most of the ring was still destroyed.

With the traces of the scratch, there are countless diffuse haze, and in the deep pit, there is no movement at all, and I don't know whether the boy is dead or alive.