Martial Mythology

There are many muddy masters gathered in the sky above Haotian City. These muddy masters don't think it's a big deal at all, and they gather together to cheer for Zheng Liu.

Of course, those who dare to watch the battle at close range are at least seven-star masters, and those below seven stars dare not approach at all.

Although they didn't know Lin Beishan's strength, they still knew about Zheng Liu's strength. If they really wanted to fight, Zheng Liu's attack would be a little bit more ruthless, and the remaining prestige would not be something a Hun Master under Seven Stars could contend with.

"Do any of you know this man?"

"never seen it."

"This guy should be coming to the Southern Heaven Realm for the first time."

"It's my first time here, but I'm quite courageous. I dare to accept Master Zheng Liu's challenge."

There were several eight-star Hun Masters standing in the crowd, all looking at Lin Beishan with sympathetic eyes.

Zheng Liu was known as a madman in battle, and even the Hun Masters in the Southern Heaven Realm were not afraid of him, let alone an outsider.

In the restaurant.

Zhang Yu and Zhan Tiange were still enjoying the delicious food comfortably, and didn't care about Zheng Liu and Lin Beishan's sparring at all. Although Ge Erdan was a little curious, he was still in a relatively relaxed mood, not worried about Lin Beishan's defeat at all.

On the contrary, it was Xiao Xie, who was a little ready to move, and really wanted to go up and take a look. After all, it had only seen Zhan Tiange make a move once, but it had never seen the contest between the two eight-star Hun Masters.

"Master, can I go and have a look?" Xiaoxie said cautiously with a flattering expression.

Zhang Yu glanced at Xiao Xie, and said lightly, "If you want to go, go by yourself."

Xiaoxie was immediately elated, and his figure disappeared into the restaurant with a whoosh, and went straight up to the sky, mingling with the crowd.

"Strange, why suddenly there is a chilly feeling." A seven-star mud controler couldn't help shivering, with inexplicable palpitations.

Although they couldn't perceive Xiaoxie's existence, they all had very keen intuition after reaching this level of cultivation.

It's a pity that no matter how they perceive it, they can't detect the existence of Xiao Xie. Xiao Xie just blends in the crowd, silently, looking at Lin Beishan and Zheng Liu in the sky.

"Let's do it." Lin Beishan said lightly, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance to make a move."

Zheng Liu raised his eyebrows: "So crazy!"

Lin Beishan said: "Crazy or not, it doesn't matter what you say."

"Baggles didn't dare to say that back then." Zheng Liu said coldly, "Do you think you are stronger than Bagels?"

Lin Beishan said calmly: "Let's do it, it's useless to talk too much."

Zheng Liuben is a fighting madman. He has challenged countless masters, and he seems to have a warlike gene in his body. Seeing what Lin Beishan said, he stopped talking nonsense and shot immediately.

"Three-point cut-off!" Zheng Liu yelled, a silver knife appeared in his hand, and immediately swung it up without warning. It was like a wave, wrapped in a terrifying knife, and with overwhelming impact, it slapped towards Lin Beishan, split into three halfway, like three giant dragons, roaring towards Lin Beishan.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move.

As soon as Zheng Liu's aura was exposed, Lin Beishan felt confident.

"It's really not weak." Lin Beishan nodded secretly in his heart, "It should be slightly stronger than Galdan."

A person's breath determines the lower limit of his strength, that is to say, Zheng Liu's strength will not be lower than Galdan's. After all, not everyone is like Zhang Yu, who can raise the understanding of good fortune to such a terrifying level in such a short period of time that the use of good fortune can't keep up at all.

As for the upper limit, it depends on whether Zheng Liu's use of fortune has reached its peak.

The understanding of nature is theory, and the application of nature is practice.

Facts have proved that Lin Beishan's judgment is basically correct. Zheng Liu's three-point water cut off, the power of good luck has indeed surpassed Ge Erdan, but the gap is not too big. If there is a real fight, a mistake by Zheng Liu may ruin the whole game .

"One sword is enough to deal with you." Lin Beishan smiled lightly, and an ice blue sword appeared in the palm of his hand immediately, and countless ice swords quickly condensed around him. Lin Beishan waved his sword lightly, and the countless ice swords quickly moved towards the huge wave.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo..."

The densely packed ice swords reflect dreamy and colorful brilliance, and they face the three muddy waves in unison, giving people a strong visual impact and shocking power.

In an instant, the densely packed ice swords collided with three huge waves, the sky trembled violently, and the nearby space began to collapse. The deafening sound was because the space collapsed and was drowned by the fog. I can see the shocking picture, but I can't hear a sound, as if all the sounds have been annihilated.

"That's it?" Zheng Liu was disdainful.

But at the next moment, the countless ice swords were continuously condensing in the process of colliding with the three huge waves. Between breaths, the impact force carried by the huge waves was completely wiped out, and the densely packed The ice sword is condensed into one body, forming a huge ice sword, like a mountain, making everyone feel a terrifying oppressive force, almost suffocating.

The ice sword was as heavy as a mountain, carrying terrifying power of good fortune, cut through the sky, and continued to rush towards Zheng Liu.

Zheng Liu's complexion changed, he felt oppressed by the general situation, and his breathing suddenly became heavy. The feeling of facing the general situation of the ice sword, and the extreme pressure made it almost difficult for him to breathe.

At that moment, Zheng Liu almost felt the threat of death, as if he smelled death.

Before he had time to think about anything, the only thing Zheng Liu could do was to unreservedly release his will of the Creator in the shortest possible time, try his best to resist the terrifying ice sword, and set up a defensive barrier to ensure his own safety to the greatest extent. Safety.

Lin Beishan watched Zheng Liu lightly, and manipulated the huge ice sword to slash through it. The ice sword ran over the sky like a giant wheel, causing a large area of ​​space to collapse, making the sky present a beautiful and dreamy scene. Darkness, dense space cracks, etc., all mixed together, presenting a visual feast.

The next moment, the ice sword broke through Zheng Liu's resistance forcefully, broke through Zheng Liu's defensive barrier, and hovered an inch above Zheng Liu's head.

"You lost." Lin Beishan waved his hand, and the ice sword dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

Zheng Liu stared blankly at Lin Beishan. For many years, he had never experienced this feeling of defeat, the feeling of deep powerlessness and despair, which he had experienced when he fought against Baggers. Now, he experienced it for the second time.

The mud masters in the southern heaven realm below watched this scene in disbelief, as if they had been stabbed in the heart.

"Master Zheng Liu...lost?"

"The second-ranked youth Tianjiao in the Southern Heaven Realm actually lost!"

"Who the hell is this guy? Even the Tianjiao of the older generation, few can defeat Lord Zheng Liu. Is this guy stronger than the Tianjiao of the older generation?"

The Hun Masters in the Southern Heaven Realm felt a little uncomfortable. What they hoped to see was Zheng Liu sweeping across the wilderness and suppressing Lin Beishan forcefully, but the result turned out to be the other way around. The person who was suppressed turned out to be Zheng Liu, which was different from what they had imagined. On the contrary, many people can't accept it.

At this moment——

"Isn't it a little inappropriate for a dignified middle-aged Tianjiao to bully me, a young Tianjiao from the Southern Heaven Realm?" An old voice sounded.

Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the voice, and Zheng Liu's expression brightened: "Brother Qingyang, you are here too."

I saw an old man called Qingyang appearing in front of Lin Beishan, saying: "Lin Beishan, the middle-aged Tianjiao of the Upper Eastern Region, has the reputation of a legendary sword king. He has traveled across the Eastern Region for dozens of Hun periods, and has few opponents. Even the Tianjiao of the older generation, there are few people who can compete with you, am I right?"

Lin Beishan looked at the old man in surprise: "You know me?"

"In the past, I traveled to the Upper Eastern Territory and challenged various masters, and some of them mentioned you." Qingyang said lightly: "Unfortunately, at that time you practiced in seclusion and no one knew where you were. I really wanted to challenge you. I can’t find anyone, so I can only leave with regret. Unexpectedly, the person I wanted to challenge at the beginning is now automatically sent to my door.”

Lin Beishan raised his eyebrows: "Really? I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Qingyang said: "Back when Baggers alone overwhelmed the young generation of the South Heaven Realm, I wanted to fight against him, but because he was too old, it was difficult to make a move. Even if he won, he would be called Victory is not martial, but you and I are about the same age, if I win against you, no one will say that I am not martial, right?"

"Win?" Lin Beishan smiled, "Can I ask you a question?"

"speak."

"Are you a giant?"

"No." Qingyang frowned, and immediately said: "If I were a giant, I would naturally disdain to fight with you."

"Since you're not a giant..." Lin Beishan stroked the ice blue sword in his hand, "Then, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to beat me."