On the top of the mountain, many celebrities in Nanjun have been waiting for a long time, eager to witness a battle that is far away from each other. If Chen Guang defeats General Lin Lao, they will be the first witnesses. If Lin Lao takes advantage of the danger to resist, he will not stand firm.
However, they are still witnesses of Nanjun’s glory.
"Old Lin."
"Old Lin."
"Old Lin."
Looking around, all of them were innate masters greeting Mr. Lin. Although Mr. Lin only had the first level of innate realm, in terms of seniority and qualifications, he was the predecessor of many innate masters.
An old man with white hair and curly beard laughed heartily, walked slowly to Mr. Lin with his hands behind his back, patted Mr. Lin's arm, and said politely: "Old guy, what can you do at this age?
Let the younger generation do the killing. We are already at this age and we are just raising flowers and vegetables and making grandchildren, so why bother to go through this muddy water?"
Mr. Lin laughed and said: "There are some things that I don't do, and others don't do them either. It's not that I can't do it, but that I don't want to do it. It feels like it's stuck in my throat and I feel uncomfortable. Old man, you made a special trip to this place."
I’m very happy to be in a place where I don’t poop.”
The old man with the beard laughed and said: "Don't be so pretty, I'm not looking at you. I heard that the protagonist of the sword test competition is here, and I'm looking at him. Don't be beaten until your teeth are all over the floor, it's embarrassing."
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Mr. Lin pointed at his mouth, which was empty, "Even Ling Jueding can't beat me so hard that I'm looking for teeth all over the floor. My teeth are fucking gone a long time ago, haha."
The old man with the beard laughed for a while, stared at Chen Guang, and said, "Yes, he is a talented young man, but he is still a little inferior to Ling Jueding. I am very optimistic about you, and you can defeat that old guy."
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Chen Guang smiled helplessly and cupped his hands, saying nothing.
Mr. Lin smiled and cupped his hands, and Chen Guang returned the favor.
The aura of the Xiantian realm was the first to attack, and the heavy aura pressed towards Chen Guang. The latter also fought back. Chen Guang, who had perfected the Qi gathering realm, was half as powerful as Mr. Lin of the Xiantian realm.
Everyone involuntarily withdrew from the range of the confrontation between the two momentums. This was the default unspoken rule. Within that range was the arena for the two of them.
Chen Guang's expression was solemn and he said: "Mr. Lin, be careful. This junior's fists have some strength, so you should be careful."
Mr. Lin chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter, the old bones can still bear it after all. No matter how hard you take action, you don't have to worry too much."
Chen Guang stamped his foot on the ground, immediately raising his momentum to its peak. Thunder and lightning flashed under his feet, like lightning and flint, and flew in front of Mr. Lin. He immediately punched the ground, causing waves to roll and leap into the sea.
Kun Mo's sea-shaking fist.
A series of sonic booms formed a strange tone, like the roar of the giant Kun in the abyss of the deep sea, or like the horn on the battlefield, ups and downs, deafening.
Mr. Lin raised his hand lightly and let his fist hit him, but he stopped an inch away from his palm and said calmly: "Boss Chen, the old man is not as fragile as you think. This punch is very powerful, but with such strength,
You still can't defeat me, but I said, don't worry, even if the old man unfortunately dies in your hands, no one will hold you accountable."
Cleverly waving his sleeves, he dissipated the energy of Chen Guangkun's Demonic Sea-Converting Fist. Lin Laohao punched out without any moves. It was just an ordinary punch, but it formed a fist.
Bang!
After smashing the fist to pieces with one punch, Chen Guang said: "This is an unnecessary move. Senior, I won't be polite next time."
"Okay, let me see why you are so rude." Lin Lao said.
The Dantian is half hot and half cold, and internal energy is poured into the meridians of both hands. The left hand is white and cold, and the cold air flows along the meridians to the palm. The right hand is as hot as magma. The meridians of the two arms form different spectacles.
His feet suddenly picked up speed, and when he was in the air, Mr. Lin struck with a beautiful punch, forcing Chen Guang to defend. However, he miscalculated Chen Guang's physical strength, the thirteenth-level ape demon white bone body and the third-level ape demon's white bone body.
The heavy Fudo Aoki Body is no worse than the monk Shankar.
Invoking two external skills and mental techniques to resist the punch, Chen Guang slapped his hand towards Mr. Lin's Tianling cover. With a bang, the ice silkworm's poisonous palm hit the Gang Qi shield. The innate Gang Qi first appeared a touch of white.
It quickly returned to colorless and invisible.
Another palm strike, it was the Senluo Flame Palm.
With a palm shot, the Senluo Ghost Fire was activated, and instantly filled Mr. Lin's Gang Qi protective shield, wrapping Lao Lin inside for a while. The Sen Luo Ghost Fire burned blazingly, constantly burning the innate Gang Qi.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, why didn't Mr. Lin fight back?
However, he saw the blazing Senluo ghost fire extinguished with a puff. Lin Lao suddenly rushed towards the opponent at a speed that was not inferior to that of Chen Guang. He couldn't help but slap it with his palm. The innate aura turned into a huge handprint. In terms of ornamental value, it was not inferior to Shan.
Because of the monk’s Maitreya Mahamudra.
Chen Guang jumped lightly, dodged the attack of the hand seals, slapped several Senluo Yanyan Palms with his backhand, and used the palm as a knife to hit the vulnerable part of Lin Lao's chest.
Bang!
Mr. Lin casually waved his hand and said: "Dao Gang? Boy, since you are a person who uses swords, release all your strength. The old man has been practicing fists all his life. If you compete with me empty-handed and lose, I will not
Be responsible.”
Hearing this, Chen Guang took out the Tiger Soul Sword from the storage talisman and said, "In that case, I've made a fool of myself."
He checked the internal strength of his Dantian. The previous sparring had consumed less than one-tenth of the reserve. He stopped testing it. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and pounced like a tiger descending the mountain.
Chen Guang followed Daogang closely, jumped up high, raised the tiger sword and smashed it down hard, "The evil tiger shattered the gang."
Old Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly, the innate Qi burst out, and the colorless Qi shield gradually merged into earthy brown. It was the Qi born from the skills he practiced, and the earth attribute focused on defense.
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The sword's sword hit the shield, which only caused the shield's color to fade slightly for a second, and then Chen Guang's Tiger Soul Sword also reached his head.
Mr. Lin clenched his fist, and the Gangqi formed a glove three to four times the size, and then he punched the Tiger Soul Saber...
Boom!
The Gang Qi shield shattered instantly, and the tiger sword and Lin Lao's Gang Qi fist clashed. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Chen Guang was the better, because there were many cracks on Mr. Lin's Gang Qi fist.
Mr. Lin stopped treating Chen Guang casually and punched Chen Guang in the stomach with his right hand. When the two distanced themselves, his Gangqi fist shattered.
Chen Guang's footsteps had just stopped. Under the gaze of Elder Lin, Chen Guang moved with lightning speed again. Suddenly, Chen Guang broke through Elder Lin's lock, swept in front of him, raised the Tiger Soul Saber, and swish...
Old Lin's pupils suddenly tightened and he immediately released the Gang Qi shield.
A bolt of silver lightning passed by, and the Gang Qi shield shattered in response.
The swords in the air lit up as if they had slowed down in his eyes. The swords were raised again, and the swords struck the swords like a violent wind and rain. There was a clanging sound, and the attack filled three sides.
Except behind the scenes.
But before he could recover, a towering sword from behind struck him like a shark fin. He stretched out his hand to block the sword, but no matter what, he couldn't stop it. The shield was broken again, and the sword struck fiercely.
The ground hit his back, and he flew forward unexpectedly, leaving a scar on his back.
The fist of the old man with beard's right hand fell on the palm of his left hand. He lost, he actually lost. Old guy, you are really old.
The audience was stunned, they really lost...
That guy created the second myth.
"Is he still human?"
This chapter has been completed!