Xuanhuan: I Can Become Stronger By Playing Games

"Step on me to the maple list?

Lin Zhitian, who cut out a sword casually, was stunned for a moment when he heard the words.

He had never had contact with Zhang Ying before, and before today, he didn't even know the existence of the other party.

The reason is to make a move now.

It was because of Lin Qing.

Before Lin Qing's spiritual consciousness was released, she suddenly frowned and came straight to this place. After asking, she found out that it was Lin Qing's sister in the branch who was in trouble.

When I came here to take a look, I saw a girl who looked somewhat similar to Lin Qing.

And on her body, Lin Zhitian also sensed a touch of the thin blood of the Lin family.

Presumably, this woman is Lin Qing's younger sister.

Unexpectedly, when I first arrived here, I heard this person's wild words.

Therefore, before Lin Qing could make a move, Lin Zhitian had already drawn out his sword.

He wanted to see what would happen if he, Lin Zhitian, was here now!

"Boom! 99

The stick and sword collided together, and the sword light and stick shadow dissipated almost at the same time.

Waves of spiritual light shot out like flying swords, hitting the surrounding earth, rocks and trees, leaving holes everywhere on his body, and the people around him subconsciously retreated wildly.

The high level of the False God Realm even involves the top of the Tianfeng List!

There are fights at this level, and it is not something they can mix in at will.

If those surging aftermaths hit their bodies, they don't have copper heads and iron arms. If they can't stop them, they will end up dead at every turn!

"Oh? Some strength!"

Zhang Ying held the black iron stick in his hand, his complexion changed slightly.

After one blow, he felt a strong impact along the stick, shaking constantly, at this time his tiger's mouth was in sharp pain, and his arm was faintly numb!

Zhang Ying immediately knew in his heart that Lin Zhitian in front of him was a formidable enemy!

"Some strength?"

However.

Facing Zhang Ying's words, Lin Zhitian just smiled lightly.

"I just slashed at random, why? I can't stand it anymore?

The sword just now, Lin Zhitian really just cut it with a random blow, but Zhang Ying, who is full of confidence, almost tried his best to barely balance.

Zhang Ying thought that Lin Zhitian was also attacking with all his strength, but in the end, Lin Zhitian showed no mercy, and there was a more surging sword light in his raised hand, carrying vast fluctuations of true energy, which almost turned into substance, and moved towards Zhang should fall.

"Want to step on me?"

"Come on, come pick up my sword and try again!

Zhang Ying's face was ugly, he didn't say a word, and with a thought, all the true energy in his body poured into the iron rod.

Immediately, circles of spirit patterns shone.

That iron rod was obviously specially made, and it shone brightly, accompanied by howling, dragging the shadow of the stick across the sky, in the eyes of everyone, the power of Zhang Ying's blow was slightly stronger!

"Die!"

The veins in Zhang Ying's hands burst out, he let out a roar, and the power of his whole body was gathered together, and he hit Lin Zhitian with all his might!

"boom!

This blow, according to Zhang Ying's expectation, even if Lin Zhitian didn't die, he would be seriously injured!

However, the result disappointed him greatly.

Lin Zhitian's wind is calm and the clouds are light, he is not as hoarse as he is at all, he just strikes with sword after sword.

With the flashing sword light, Zhang Ying's offensive was easily disintegrated.

Then the sword light moved towards Zhang Ying, like thunder falling, continuously falling.

"That's it?"

brush!

A ray of sword light pierced Zhang Ying's sleeve, Zhang Ying tossed and turned, his face so gloomy that he almost dripped water, he had just stood firm when another ray of sword light surged towards him.

"Trash, run fast! Didn't you eat?"

Zhang Ying roared angrily, his true energy burst out, and the iron rod in his hand swept across, smashing all the sword lights!

Then, his face turned pale, and before he had time to catch his breath, his face lit up again...

brush!

"That's right, just... step on me? Come on! There's a sword here!"

"Roar!""

Zhang Ying flew out with a bang and let out a roar, the iron rod smashed heavily on the ground, and countless earth and rocks flew in!

Is Zhang Ying weak?

No! Not weak at all!

Both are in the seventh realm of False God, if it is someone else who fights with Zhang Ying, I am afraid that it will not take a few rounds.

However.

Lin Zhitian got a chance in the secret realm, and then stayed by Lin Qing's side for a while, and got a few words of advice from Lin Qing. No matter in terms of chance or kendo, he has made a lot of progress.

Therefore, it is not Zhang Yingwei who is weak, but Lin Zhitian's strength, stronger than him!

Just getting stronger.

While Lin Zhitian crushed Zhang Ying, he kept mocking him.

For a while, Zhang Ying was extremely angry, his eyes were red, as if he was choosing someone to devour, and his whole person was almost exploding!

"Lin Zhitian! Lin's family! Good! Very good!"9

brush!

Zhang Ying's figure flashed, and he rushed towards Lin's disciples with a grin on his face.

He is not Lin Zhitian's opponent. If he continues to fight, if his true essence is exhausted, he is afraid that it will be difficult to escape, so Zhang Ying is ready to escape.

Just before escaping, he wanted to kill a few children of the Lin family to vent his anger.

To let everyone know the price of offending Zhang Ying!

Yes! Fighting against Lin Zhitian, he lost!

But in a Lin family, how many people like Lin Zhitian are there? Those Lin clan disciples who stood by and watched dumbly, did they underestimate his strength as a False God high-ranking powerhouse?

"Death! 35

Zhang Ying was surrounded by aura, holding an iron rod high in his hand, his smile was cruel and bloodthirsty.

"not good!"

Among the disciples of Jiutian Pavilion.

After seeing that Zhang Ying was not Lin Zhitian's opponent, Lin Mengxue relaxed, thinking that it should be all right.

However, after seeing that Zhang Ying couldn't beat Lin Zhitian at this moment, he turned his head and rushed towards Lin's children without any regard for his identity.

Lin Mengxue's face suddenly turned pale!

Brother Lin Qing's strength is very strong! There is no doubt about this, but the opponent is someone who can fight against Lin Zhitian on the Tianfeng Ranking. Even if he loses, it means the opponent's strength. Not too bad.

Lin Mengxue was startled when she saw this man kill in Lin Qing's direction.

".~Hurry up and stop him!

Lin Mengxue was furious for a while.

However, Lin Zhitian, who was chasing Zhang Ying, was a little stunned when he saw Zhang Ying who was rushing towards Lin's children, especially Lin Qing, who was still grinning.

Run if you can't beat it, it's nothing.

But if you run away, what are you going to do with Lin Qing?

Do you want to commit suicide, or do you think you didn't die fast enough?

Lin Zhitian stopped, silently put away the sword, and at the same time rubbed his chin and looked at Zhang Ying, who rushed over, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes (good money is good), and a very strange expression on his face.

In his heart, he began to mourn for this piece.

It was unfortunate enough to find Lin Qing...

in the exclamations of the crowd.

Lin Qing fluttered in white clothes, smiled slightly in the face of Zhang Ying's roaring spiritual pressure, raised his hand and swung out a sword!

Boom one by one

The extremely sharp white light collided with the iron rod, and the terrifying spiritual power poured out towards Zhang Ying, swept past frantically, Zhang Yingfei's figure in mid-air was knocked to the ground, and the ground was cracked piece by piece!

After a deafening roar.

Everyone's eyes widened, and they all stretched out their heads to look, not daring to miss the slightest.

"puff!"

Zhang Ying, who was holding on, turned pale, and tilted his head with a sigh of relief, looking at Lin Qing deeply, his eyes full of disbelief.

After he spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened, he laughed miserably, and his figure was annihilated under the sword energy.

The seventh-level False God, Zhang Ying from the ancient family of Yanzhou.

Under Lin Qing's sword.

Instant kill! Eat.