The two stood opposite each other, dozens of feet apart, in the cold wind of this winter, one was like a fierce and tyrannical commander of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, and the other was like a footman who had been tempered by the wind and frost.

The strong battle spirit was almost condensed into substance, Bi Xuan was like a hungry wolf encountering a delicious prey, patiently looking for an opportunity to attack, while Lin Zhining was like a light wind, like a bright moon, like being in the void, waiting for the opponent's thunderous blow.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, louder and louder, louder and denser. Bi Xuan knew that at their level, it was very difficult to find the flaws in the opponent's qi, and the advantage of first and second hand was not great, so he took the lead.

Urging the horses to sit down, holding the reins in one hand and holding a spear in the other, like a general charging into battle when the two armies faced each other, carrying the momentum of destroying the world like a charge of ten thousand horsemen, pointing directly at Lin Zhining.

A move is close, and the artistic conception in the move is momentum first, like a silver giant wolf with hideous hair, opening its bloody mouth and biting Lin Zhining, and the spear body is hidden in the wolf's belly, hidden and ready to go. This majestic and majestic, this amazing move, is really just a move by Bi Xuan to test Lin Zhining, although he sent out ten points, there are still twenty points of strength, once Lin Zhining can't resolve it, this move can become a fatal blow at any time.

Lin Zhining showed a smile on his calm face, smiling very happily and happily. Only such an opponent, only such a character, is worthy of his journey here, and it is worth his hard fight.

The five fingers of his right hand were put together, pinched into a crane's beak, and went straight to the moon wolf spear, the silver giant wolf phantom collapsed at the touch of a button, and Lin Zhining's hand seemed to collide with Bi Xuan's spear tip slowly.

There was a loud bang, and the brilliant energy flew in all directions, and the ground that was frozen to a solid foundation suddenly shattered, and countless scattered clods of earth collapsed. Bi Xuan's crotch suddenly stood up as a war horse. With a long neigh, the two hind hooves had already fallen into the frozen ground, and then they fell to the ground with a bang, but it was Lin Zhining who was led into the war horse by Bi Xuan with a blow, and the horse's legs were subjected to a huge force, and he could no longer stand.

Lin Zhining also took three steps back. Only then did the strength on Bi Xuan's spear be completely resolved, but his fingers were faintly painful, Lin Zhining knew that he had just been a little bigger, and Bi Xuanren borrowed horsepower to hit with all his strength, how could it be so easy to catch it.

The moment the war horse fell to the ground, Bi Xuan had already leaped down from the horse, plunged the Moon Wolf spear into the frozen ground, and stood with his hands in his hands: "A certain Turkic "Wuzun". Bi Xuan. Some of the dull and rough voices are like gold and iron strikes, with an indescribable heroic and domineering voice.

Although it was a temptation, it was only after an all-out blow that he really recognized Lin Zhining and recognized that he was a good opponent, so he introduced himself and let the opponent know. What kind of character is he fighting?

"A certain Lin Zhining. The people of the Central Plains are known as the "Blood-Eyed Demon Lord". Lin Zhining also officially introduced himself, no matter what his purpose is, this is a good opponent, respecting the opponent is respecting himself, and respecting his own martial arts.

Bi Xuan did not take advantage of the situation. Lin Zhining's crane beak pecked, although all the strength was borne by the war horse, but his arm holding the spear was also faintly numb, and he knew that Lin Zhining took his move with his bare hands. It wasn't easy either, but he didn't take much advantage of it, so he waited.

The peace between the two did not last long, Lin Zhining's words fell, and the two began to compete in momentum, and they were both secretly carrying their true qi to cultivate their numb arms.

Bi Xuan's momentum is tragic and domineering, like the wind and sand in the desert of the Western Regions whistling and sweeping through everything, like the scorching creatures of the blazing sun in summer, like the creatures at the top of the food chain, executing the natural law of survival of the fittest, like a fierce beast that chooses people to devour, and his eyes are glowing with a faint green light.

Lin Zhining's momentum is firm and grand, like the earth, like the mountains, like the ocean, like the sun, like the majesty of the gods, and like the thick dark clouds covering the ground.

Although Bi Xuan worked hard and stood out in the wolf-like Turkic, although he had been in battle for a long time and honed a tragic and domineering and majestic momentum like a prison, his tragic domineering was still a little worse than Lin Zhining's solidity and grandeur.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't go on like this, Lin Zhining's momentum would become more and more condensed and thick, more and more magnificent as he fought with him, and the longer he tempered, the more he had no hope of winning, although the strong fighting spirit made him hope that Lin Zhining's momentum would be as strong as possible.

Lin Zhining didn't want to go on like this, although Bi Xuan was a good opponent who sharpened himself, but the confrontation at the level of pure spiritual will, the longer it lasted, the greater the damage he suffered, and he knew how difficult it was to cultivate his spirit, he would rather fight with Bi Xuan to lose both sides than lose too much spirit.

Although Bi Xuan is a generation of grandmasters, his martial arts are far inferior to Shi Zhixuan in terms of subtlety, and even Ning Daoqi is not comparable to him. But this is not that he is much worse than these two, subtlety is sometimes not necessarily better than simple and practical.

Lin Zhining and Bi Xuan confronted him, and he deeply felt this, in his opinion, he would rather fight with Ning Daoqi to the death than compete with Bi Xuan. His moves are very different from the Central Plains martial arts, but they are clumsy, between one move and one style, there are not so many virtual and real, but the moves are powerful and heavy, like a mad tiger.

Although each move is a punch and a kick, it is like a moon wolf spear method, and each move seems to be simple, but the direction of the attack is strange and inexplicable, under Bi Xuan's desperate fighting style, it really surprised Lin Zhining.

Lin Zhining thinks that Bi Xuan's exercises are weird, but Bi Xuan also has a headache for Lin Zhining's methods, he has seen a lot of masters in the Central Plains, and he knows not a few martial arts in the Central Plains, the first person in Taoism, Ning Daoqi, he has also competed, he has never met such a difficult opponent as Lin Zhining. Every time he struck a move, it was like hitting the void, and Lin Zhining often seemed to attack him from all directions in the heavens and the earth. If it weren't for the fact that he was extremely experienced, experienced an unknown number of life-and-death battles, and cultivated a terrifying battle instinct, he felt that he couldn't even move ten moves in Lin Zhining's hands.

This feeling made Bi Xuan very angry in his heart, and at the same time made him more and more excited, only by defeating such an opponent could he touch the beauty of the peak, and only by wiping out such a top master could he stop his boiling bloodthirsty desire a little. (To be continued.) )