Martial World

"I've been looking forward to this showdown for a long time. After you defeated Zhang Cang, I thought I would wait for many years, but I didn't expect the showdown to come so quickly!"

The first time Ling Sen paid attention to Lin Ming was when he saw the duel between Lin Ming and Zhang Cang. At that time, he and Tuo Ku showed up together and caused quite a stir.

Lin Ming entered the Seven Profound Martial Palace and defeated Zhang Cang, the master of the Hall of Earth. At that time, Ling Sen had a hunch that one day he would fight against Lin Ming. This was already a very high evaluation for Lin Ming. Looking at it now, Lin Ming was still far underestimated.

For a quarter of an hour, Lin Ming was indeed meditating and adjusting his breath, even though his state was not exhausted at all.

The mind is completely relaxed, entering the ethereal state, only waiting for this peak match.

The audience present could not sit still for a long time, the long-awaited decisive battle, the peak duel between the two most powerful young talents in Tianyun Kingdom!

Such a grand event is rarely seen in a lifetime. For a warrior, what could be more exciting than this?

Although snowflakes were still floating in the sky at this time, the enthusiasm of the audience seemed to melt the snow.

"Who will win?"

"Who do you think will win?"

"I don't know who is the first of the young warriors of Tianyun Kingdom?"

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Almost all the audience were discussing this issue, each expressing their own opinions around this issue. Some "experts" who thought they had discernment even started to deduce the fighting process between the two. For a while, Ling Sen and Lin Ming didn't have it yet. Fighting, it was deduced that there were many versions of the battle, and it was an intense story to tell.

If it was someone who didn't know it, they would have thought that these warriors who spoke vividly in the crowd and spitting stars had already watched the duel between Lin Ming and Ling Sen.

This battle will decide the number one young warrior from the Heavenly Fate Kingdom, but Ling Sen knows that he has little chance of winning. Even if he won, he would not be the number one young warrior in the Heavenly Fate Nation. He had just turned twenty-one years old, while Lin Ming was almost sixteen years old. The age gap of five years was an insurmountable gap.

These five years were the most crucial five years for a martial artist. After spending these five years, Lin Ming would definitely become an acquired master.

At that time, he was only able to break through the pulse condensation period.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

Ling Sen took the lead on the stage, and he walked steadily. The whole body exudes an invisible murderous aura, and when the snowflakes fall by his side, they are naturally blown away by the murderous aura, and none of them touch his body.

Lin Ming pulled out the Chong Xuan soft silver gun. His spear and Ling Sen's sword are both human-level middle-grade treasures, and they are very fair in terms of weapons.

The two stood at a distance of ten feet apart and looked at each other silently. The airflow around them seemed to be stirred by the two, forming several invisible vortices. The snowflakes were blowing wildly.

"The rules are not repeated, the game begins!"

After the elder referee made the announcement, neither of them moved. Lin Ming grabbed the Chongxuan soft silver spear with his right hand, and pointed the tip of the spear diagonally at the ground, while Ling Sen held the sword in both hands. The sword edge is crossed in front of the chest.

Although they didn't move, the momentum of the two of them continued to accumulate invisibly.

Ling Sen's murderous aura was condensed by beheading countless Asura ghosts in the Asura martial intent, just like the gale of the cold winter. If a slightly weaker martial artist faced Ling Sen's murderous aura, he would be like an ordinary person standing naked in the ice and snow. Ten percent of his strength would not be able to use up fifty percent of his strength. Lose without a fight.

Lin Ming, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. His aura was created by the power of qi and blood. The powerful force of qi and blood turns and boils like a billowing flame. Ordinary people don't feel anything, but if a martial artist who practices the technique of corpse and exorcism approaches, it will feel like approaching a scorching furnace. As soon as you get close, you will be blown away.

Ling Sen's icy murderous aura, and Lin Ming's qi and blood force, were in a confrontation in the air. One was extremely cold, the other was scorching hot.

But in the end, it was Lin Ming's power of qi and blood that restrained the cold. Ling Sen could even clearly hear the "chi chi" sound of his murderous aura being shattered by the power of qi and blood.

"I can use the power of qi and blood to restrain my Shura's murderous aura, I really didn't expect it!"

"The speed is as fast as a ghost, the power of the body is powerful, the true essence is thick and pure, and there is a strong support of the power of qi and blood, and there is no need to doubt the endurance. This Lin Ming is simply almighty!"

Ling Sen's expression became more solemn. He instantly restrained the murderous aura from his entire body, and the substantial murderous aura condensed on the surface of his body. With his five-foot epee, at that moment, he was like an insurmountable mountain in the eyes of people.

Even the two generals in the audience who had reached the middle and late stages of Condensation could not help but wonder if they could win if they fought against Ling Sen.

It is unimaginable that the mid-pulse coagulation stage cannot win the bone-forging stage.

"Take my sword!"

As soon as the word "sword" came out, Ling Sen's whole body murderous aura gathered in the black epee, and the five-foot epee let out an excited whimper!

"Cha!" The space seemed to be torn apart, and the imposing sword carrying the incomparable sword energy pierced Lin Ming's chest.

The hard arena was only swept away by the aftermath of the sword energy, and then burst open. Countless gravels were thrown out by the raging real energy. From a distance, Ling Sen's sword was like a long dragon that kept breaking through the rocks. , unstoppable.

"Jiaolong goes to sea!"

Lin Ming shouted loudly, and five thousand strands of vibrating real energy erupted. In the oncoming wave of violent real energy, the Chong Xuan soft silver spear was like a white dragon in the waves, piercing straight out with an indomitable aura!

"boom!"

The powerful impact formed a shock wave visible to the naked eye, and all the floor tiles on the martial arts field were blown away, and the snowflakes within a radius of 100 meters were washed clean by the raging real energy, even if it was a double or triple exercise. In such a wave of true essence, warriors also feel that they are like leaves in a storm, and they will be blown away at any time.

Fortunately, the big figures in the audience are protected by experts, and the real yuan shield can block the aftermath of the real yuan.

"Blame blah blah blah!"

Once Ling Sen made his move, he would not stop, and a series of attacks followed one after another. The five-foot epee opened and closed. !

Lin Ming was not in a hurry, the Chaos True Essence Art was running to the extreme. Every sword was taken by him calmly, and he fought and retreated. However, compared to the calmness of his expression, the cracks that burst out of the arena behind him were shocking. !

Almost every time Lin Ming took a step back, the floor tiles he stepped on would burst into pieces, and in the blink of an eye, Ling Sen's sword wind would throw these floor tiles into the air.

"It's terrifying, just the real vitality that escapes from the fight has such destructive power. If you fight them head-on, how can you resist?" Some warriors in the audience of the competition who thought they were good, saw such a scene. , is also full of a sense of frustration. They have worked hard for decades, but they are so short of two young people on stage.

"Ling Sen's strength is at least equivalent to the average mid-pulse condensing martial artist, and may even be comparable to the late-pulsing condensing stage!" After some comparisons, the masters present had to make such a conclusion.

With the cultivation in the early stage of bone forging, it is unbelievable to compare the martial artist in the middle stage of condensing through multiple realms.

Bai Jingyun listened to the discussions around her and silently looked at Lin Ming's figure on the stage with a complicated expression. Lin Ming, what are your trump cards and where is the limit of your strength?

The battles in the arena became more and more intense, and the blasting sound formed by the collision of real essences was like rolling spring thunder, and it was heard several miles away.

However, in such a fight, Lin Ming's face was not red and his heart was not beating. His qi and blood were strong, his breath was long, his inhalation was like a snake, and his exhalation was like a whirlwind. If he was in a calm state, one breath would be enough to finish the burn A stick of incense.

On the other hand, Ling Sen's endurance was slightly worse.

"Killing Qi!"

Ling Sen shouted, and the killing field broke out. This is a special field attack developed by him using the Shura martial intent! When facing Zhao Jifeng, Ling Sen's sword did not touch the opponent at all, and he defeated the opponent only by the killing field!

"Huo!"

In an instant, Lin Ming only felt that the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, the audience disappeared, the arena disappeared, and he came to a completely unfamiliar world.

The gray background style, the sky is gloomy and dull, and the endless rocky rocks, behind the rocks, are hidden countless Asura ghosts.

Between the huge rocks, there was a bottomless abyss that exuded a cold air. Ghosts were constantly crawling out of the abyss, with grim expressions, looking at Lin Ming's empty eyes, filled with greed and desire that made people tremble. .

Feeling extremely cold, the yin wind seemed to penetrate into the human soul. Even though Lin Ming's qi and blood were strong, he felt extremely depressed in such an environment.

Shura world?

It turned out to be Shura Wuyi's attack!

Not only can martial arts be used for cultivation, but some can also be used for attack, depending on the comprehension and application of the martial artist, as well as the quality of martial arts itself.

Asura martial intent is the martial intent of war and cultivation!

From this point of view, it was even better than Lin Ming's ethereal martial intent.

However, Lin Ming did not only have only ethereal martial intent.

With a cold snort, Lin Ming's eyes turned into black vortexes, and two swirling storms took Lin Ming's eyes as the axis and swept away wantonly!

"woo woo woo woo!"

Countless ghosts let out a heart-piercing roar, but they were irresistibly swept into the vortex and smashed into pieces!

Even the gray rocks are crumbling and cracking, and even the space has cracks.

"It's just the illusion of the Shura world formed by martial intent, how can it be compared with the hell world in the trial of life and death?"

Lin Ming shouted violently, only to hear a loud "Bah!" The whole world collapsed!

Countless fragments of illusion were rolled upside down into the black vortex and disappeared.

Lin Ming's reincarnation martial intent was realized in the reincarnation of a hundred lifetimes. How could Ling Sen compare to the illusion of attack! ?

He returned to the familiar martial arts arena, while Ling Sen groaned, kneeling on one knee with his heavy sword in his hand, his face pale for a while.

The audience couldn't see why, he only felt that Lin Ming's body paused for a moment, and then Ling Sen was half-knelt on the ground as if he had been hit hard. During this period, Lin Ming's gun did not touch Ling Sen at all.

How is this going? (To be continued)