"One sword withered leaves and hundreds of flowers!"
The moment Fang Lin raised the Qingshuang Sword, he accidentally saw the dead leaves around the arena and fell into confusion.
But the sword in his hand did not stop.
Fang Lin was in a strange state. The Qingshuang Sword was waving quickly in his hand, and bursts of sword energy surrounded Fang Lin. .??.
The huge amount of sword energy gradually formed a sword energy storm, sweeping across the arena.
Feeling the power of this sword energy storm, Dongfang Lengye's expression changed. He had no doubt that this sword energy storm could cause him to be seriously injured in an instant.
"Damn it, how could he be so powerful? Why?"
Dongfang Lengye had a look of reluctance on his face, and he held his hands tightly, not even feeling his nails entering his flesh.
boom!
The barrier on the arena began to shake, and the expressions of the four elders guarding it changed. They quickly pinched the marks and at the same time input power into the arena.
"All disciples, step back!"
An elder spoke quickly, his heart was like a turbulent wave, and he could not calm down for a long time.
Looking at Fang Lin's figure, he almost went numb.
Brat, this arena is at the Spirit Emperor level!
With your strength, you can actually shake it?
Can you save some face for the Spirit King level arena?
One of them has been destroyed. Isn’t that enough?
The four elders who stabilized the arena were almost going crazy. When had such a thing happened to the Eastern Ancient Clan?
boom!
There was another sound, and countless raging sword energy rushed into the Qingshuang Sword, and it kept trembling, as if echoing Fang Lin.
At this moment, the spiritual swords on the waists of many disciples began to tremble violently, as if they were about to fly towards the arena.
Upon noticing this scene, the disciples of the Eastern Ancient Clan quickly tried to suppress the spirit sword.
But they were shocked to find that with their strength, they couldn't control their own weapons?
"All disciples, put the spirit sword into the spirit ring!"
Feeling the strange movement of the disciple's spiritual sword, an elder shouted loudly.
Hearing the elder's words, all the disciples quickly followed suit and put their spiritual swords back into their spiritual rings.
They noticed that the spirit sword no longer trembled, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, he looked at Fang Lin, what kind of monster is this that can even affect their spiritual swords?
boom!
Another wave of sword energy swept away in all directions, and the sword energy exuding from Fang Lin was a little different from before, as if revealing a kind of momentum.
"One sword withered leaves and hundreds of flowers!"
Fang Lin's lips moved slightly, his eyes opened instantly, and a flash of light flashed.
At this moment, his speed reached its peak, and with one swing of his sword, a trace of blood fell into the air.
This sword was very ordinary, so ordinary that Dongfang Lengye didn't take it seriously.
But when he reacted, he saw that the Qingshuang sword in Fang Lin's hand had passed through his chest.
At this moment, Fang Lin was like a god of war. If he didn't move, he would be alone. If he moved, he would shake the world!
"You...poof!"
Dongfang Lengye looked at Fang Lin. Before he could speak, a ball of blood-red material spurted out and he fell to the ground.
Although he was not dead, he only had one breath left.
one move!
Fang Lin actually almost killed Dongfang Lengye with just one move!
this……
The disciples of the Dongfang Ancient Clan under the ring stared at Dongfang Lengye lying on the ground with their eyes wide open.
"Man and sword unite?"
"Sword power?"
"Main Road Simplification?"
The elder guarding the arena was completely uneasy this time.
The four of them looked at each other. They had lived for most of their lives, how could they look at it?
The change in Fang Lin at that moment was unmistakable.
Holding the sword means that the man and the sword become one, and he also understands the power of the sword.
And Fang Lin looked to be in his twenties, definitely not over thirty.
Whether it is the integration of man and sword, the simplification of the great road, or the power of the sword, whoever understands one of the three is not a gray-haired old monster.
But today, their thoughts were completely shattered. He has mastered these three abilities under the age of thirty. It is so monstrous.
Thinking of the message just sent within the clan, asking them not to stop this life and death battle.
Now it seems that they must persuade the clan leader that if they make friends with such a monster now and wait until he becomes a strong man, it will only bring benefits to the ancient Dongfang clan and no harm.
But there was something strange about the way they looked at Fang Lin.
But they couldn't tell what was wrong.
When everyone was shocked, Fang Lin murmured to himself: "One sword withered leaves and hundreds of flowers..."
The moment he drew his sword just now, he saw the dead leaves on the ground, and he seemed to realize it.
The green leaves went from vigorous and vigorous to withering on the ground. How could they not be like the sword in his hand?
How is it different from becoming weak step by step and slowly becoming stronger than withering?
Withered leaves come into spring, full of vitality.
His understanding of the sword has reached a new level. At the same time, in just a short moment, he merged all the sword moves he had learned into one move, with one sword, withered leaves and hundreds of flowers!
Its level should have reached the heaven level.
Fang Lin looked up at the cold night in the east and shook his head.
But in Dongfang Lengye's eyes, this scene was a great insult.
"I didn't expect that I would be defeated by you, how ridiculous!"
Dongfang Lengye laughed a little madly. He majestically killed the nine-star spiritual palace-level monster, but he was defeated by a monk who was weaker than him.
The cold eastern night slowly closed
Eyes, waiting for death to come.
But after a long time, he felt nothing and couldn't help but open his eyes.
"Why don't you take action?" Dongfang Lengye still looked at Fang Lin with murderous intent in his eyes.
"You can take it upon yourself."
Fang Lin said simply.
Before he understood the power of the sword, he wanted to use his domineering power to kill Dongfang Lengye.
But now, his heart is extremely dull, and external objects cannot affect his emotions at all.
"Hahaha, I never expected that I, Dongfang Lengye, would die of humiliation in the end!"
Dongfang Lengye laughed bitterly, grabbed the short blade on the ground, and stabbed it in his heart.
His eyes gradually lost their expression, blood slowly flowed on the ring, and he committed suicide.
At this moment, the scene was completely silent.
What is the purpose of this battle?
Only Fang Lin understands it, just follow your heart!
If a martial arts person does things submissively and goes against his own heart, he is destined to not go far.
Just when Fang Lin was about to leave the ring, a roar came from the distance.
"Give back my son's life!"
A middle-aged man in brown robes came through the air, and a giant fist containing terrifying power fell.
An aura of danger suddenly surged into Fang Lin's heart.
"Elder Jin, no!"
The four elders saw the person coming and took action immediately, and quickly stopped him. The four of them worked together to resist the punch, with a look of difficulty on their faces.
Obviously, the four of them are no match for this person.
"He killed my son, and you want to stop me?" Elder Jin shouted with anger in his eyes.
"Dongfang Lengye committed suicide and had nothing to do with this young man. Besides, this young man was the person the master of the family wanted to see!"
Although the four elders are not low on hands, their mouths are extremely tough.
This chapter has been completed!