On the stone platform, Lin Zhengdong stopped chasing and blocked Qi Huan's sword light. After flying dozens of feet away, Qi Huan also landed on the ground.

"Brother Qi, your body is moving? If you warm up, Zhengdong will have to punch with all his strength."

Lin Zhengdong stood there, rubbed his fists, and asked Qi Huan with a smile.

On the other side, after Qi Huan landed on the ground, he bent his fingers and bounced the sword in his hand, making a clanging sound.

This sword was given to him by his first master when he was ten years old. The master named Song was just an ordinary move in the world, and his sword skills were ordinary, and he could barely be considered the third level of warrior. Seeing that Qi Huan was good at practicing swordsmanship, he was willing to endure hardships, so he taught him all his sword skills. He also spent most of his savings in a large shop to buy this "divine sword" and gave it to his disciples for 800 taels of silver.

Although this master who later died in the battle between the heroes of the martial arts world and the world was unable to lead the young Qi Huan into the gate of practice, he relied on some opportunities that Qi Huan himself encountered later to become a sword cultivator. However, even after Qi Huan became a disciple of the Sword Saint, he still did not abandon this ordinary long sword named "Wentian" by his master.

Because this is the hope that his unlucky master, who was not good at swordsmanship, had a bad swordsmanship. The ordinary swordsman hoped that his disciple would stand out one day and that his swordsmanship would be as high as the heavens. But he probably never expected that the child with a pitiful but hardworking life experience had a swordsmanship of more than ten times more than he imagined as a martial arts man. The dried radish that was persistent in wielding his sword in the rain, and still gritted his teeth to pick up his long sword again and again was already the first young generation in this state.

"Sword name, please!"

Qi Huan's face turned solemn, his sword was raised, and the white sword light lingered on it, and his sword energy that seemed to pierce the sky rushed straight into the sky.

Lin Zhengdong, who understood that Qi Huan was ready to take action seriously, nodded.

The difference between the spiritual energy of heaven and earth cultivated by those who practice Taoism and the spiritual energy of warriors is a breath of true energy in their body. Lin Zhengdong didn’t know whether his Vajra Realm could win the youngest in Dongshengzhou, but the martial artist never knew what he could do if he could punch.

Wherever my boxing comes, there is no one in front of me.

The two of them acted at the same time, and sword energy surged upwards. Lin Zhengdong occasionally dodged, but more often he fisted to each other. As the name suggests, it means that the body is like a Vajra. When a warrior reaches this level, as long as the body protects the energy, the body will not be damaged, and the attack of the magic weapon will not be damaged. After Lin Zhengdong was hit by Qi Huan several swords, he gradually narrowed the distance between the two to within five feet.

Lin Zhengdong raised his left hand again, resisted a sword light, clenched his fist with his right hand, and then swung it out. The fierce fist force pierced the sky, accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, and rushed straight towards Qi Huan.

Qi Huan was unwilling to avoid using his body skills. He jumped, and his sword was parallel to the ground, turning into a rushing towards Lin Zhengdong. The sharp sword light broke through the fist wind, and the point of the sword tip was Lin Zhengdong's chest.

This sword cultivator, a martial artist, chose to use the sword to break the sword. This is the most likely way to lose both sides.

Seeing that the opponent easily broke through his fist wind with his sword energy, Lin Zhengdong knew that the opponent's sword energy was sharp, so he quickly condensed all his true energy in his hand and swung it out again. This time, this punch directly blocked Qi Huan, who was rushing forward with a sword. When Qi Huan stopped in the air, Lin Zhengdong flew up and kicked Qi Huan. After Qi Huan was blocked by the fist, his figure changed and he could dodge the kick in the air. After retreating several feet in the air, he slashed down with another sword. As soon as the white sword light flew out, he was smashed by Lin Zhengdong who was chasing him.

After the warrior reaches the sixth-grade Qingtian realm, he can control his energy and fly. As a seventh-grade martial artist, Lin Zhengdong is also extremely fast. He instantly caught up with Qi Huan and swung three close-fitting punches.

Qi Huan blocked a punch and flashed a punch, but was finally hit by the last punch. The punch at the Vajra realm was so heavy that it directly destroyed his protective sword energy and smashed him to the ground. However, before Qi Huan took this punch, he also slashed Lin Zhengdong's left shoulder with a sword.

Lin Zhengdong, regardless of the sword, had already begun to flow blood, dived down at an extremely fast speed and stepped towards Qi Huan with one foot.

Qi Huan, who fell to the ground, turned sideways and narrowly avoided the head-on kick, but his whole body was shaken by the recoil force of the ten thousand feet and flew up two feet from the ground. Lin Zhengdong's left foot stood on the ground, and his right foot shot out.

With a muffled bang, Qi Huan was kicked away by Lin Zhengdong and rolled to the edge of the stone platform.

This kick came too quickly, except for a spiritual robe and body-protecting sword energy, he almost got this kicked hard. After Qi Huan landed, he vomited a lot of blood.

Lin Zhengdong on the other side did not take any advantage. At this moment, Lin Zhengdong was bent over and stood, holding the body of a blue short sword with both hands. The blue short sword cut off Lin Zhengdong's palm and stabbed into his abdomen. Lin Zhengdong's blood was ticking down the blue short sword. It was Qi Huan's natal flying sword "Dingfengbo"

It turned out that it was when Qi Huan was hitting his feet just now that his natural flying sword flew out of the sea of ​​energy and turned into a blue sword light and stabbed Lin Zhengdong. Although Lin Zhengdong was hitting the foot, there was no room for rushing and dodging, so he grabbed it with his hands. Unexpectedly, the blue flying sword came very fast. After cutting his hands and stabbed it into his abdomen, the forward force still pushed him back four or five feet away. Even the limestone bricks under his feet were scratched by his feet.

Qi Huan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pinched the sword technique with his other hand. The sword light of the natal flying sword called "Dingfengbo" was shaking everywhere, and it kept trembling in Lin Zhengdong's tightly clenched hands, and was desperately breaking away from Lin Zhengdong's clamping.

Under Qi Huan's envoy, the flying sword was pushing Lin Zhengdong backwards, but it was difficult for him to break free from his hands. Lin Zhengdong's hands were holding tightly, and he kept falling down along the sword body. Compared to just now, the flying sword penetrated an inch deep into his abdomen. A breath of true energy in Lin Zhengdong's chest had reached its peak, but he could not breathe, because once he breathed, the flying sword would immediately break away from the constraints and penetrate him through. Even his body in the Vajra realm was torn apart by the sword energy that penetrated his body.

The two of them competed with each other, but they were in a stalemate for a while.

"Miss Nie, get closer to me and don't resist. I will use the thunder escape technique to take you out of here. Fang Qinghua is a personal disciple of Yuxia Sect. The thunder technique I just now has injured his foundation in the great way. His master's sect will probably not give up easily. I am afraid that someone from Yuxia Sect will come to you and me. It is better to leave as soon as possible."

Just as everyone was looking firmly at the stalemate of the two people in Shi Taichung, Zhuo Yuming, who had recovered some, quietly sent a voice to Nie Yingrong who was standing not far away with his spiritual sense.

Nie Yingrong, who was standing beside him, heard Zhuo Yuming's voice transmission, and felt that what Zhuo Yuming said was reasonable, and the other party faced Fang Qinghua to save him. He said that he was implicating the other party and fell into danger. He nodded silently and moved to Zhuo Yuming's side.
Chapter completed!