Chapter 372 Innate Battle

innate?!

Everyone in the field was full of martial arts. The word "innate" that Ning Daoqi blurted out just now was clearly echoing in everyone's ears.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Huang Lin.

How is this possible?!

Huang Lin looks like he is only about twenty years old. Even if he starts from the womb, he will not be able to enter the innate world, right?

But Huang Lin saw Huang Lin's eyebrows and eyes drooping, and he didn't answer. He raised his hand and put the sword flower on his chest, and said lightly: "The sword is called Chihuang, three feet and six inches long and weighs eight kilograms and three liang!

Nailu Miaozi made of black iron mixed with thousand-year-old volcanic iron,"

He said this word before when he was fighting with wisdom, but basically only some of the younger generation knew about it and did not spread too widely. This immediately attracted many people's attention.

Then the older generation of masters turned their heads and looked towards the Song Valve.

Why does this style look so much like that guy from Tiandao?

But Song Que sat upright with a big golden sword between Song Shidao and Kou Zhong, and the old god was there, and he was not affected by many gazes.

But Kou Zhong, who was bent by Song Yuzhi on the other side, smiled and greeted everyone.

Huang Lin's appearance was a little at a loss when he was in the world of laughter and proud, but Ning Daoqi was a fan?

He immediately chuckled and said, "The old Taoist is not easy to use weapons when he walks around the world. He is always matched by a pair of flesh palms."

After saying that, he poked his double penis out of the brocade robe and bowed again.

Huang Lin's eyes fell on Ning Daoqi's crystal-like jade hands for two breaths, and then he smiled and said, "Huang has been known as the eight pounces for a long time, and he will finally get what he wants today!"

"Real person, please!"

After saying that, Huang Lin took a step forward and used the "Cangsong Welcoming Guests" in Zhaohuashan Sword Technique.

This move is the defensive move, and it is often a gesture of courtesy in the world of laughter and proud.

However, the Tang Dynasty was still at the end of the Sui Dynasty. People had not been baptized by Confucian ethics in the Song and Ming dynasties, and had never done this in the battle.

More importantly, when Huang Lin put on the "Cangsong Welcoming Guests", he deliberately did not get rid of Ning Daoqi's momentum!

Under the traction of the qi, Ning Daoqi's figure rushed forward instantly, but then changed left and right again, and his whole body was immediately in the middle of attack, causing many people in the field to feel tight and want to vomit.

"Good means! The old Taoist almost fell for a fool!"

Ning Daoqi's words made many people confused, including Kou Zhong and other juniors around Song Que.

Song Yuzhi poked his head out from Kou Zhong and asked in a sweet voice: "Dad, what does Ning Sanren mean?"

Song Que's vision did not retract from the field. He chuckled and explained: "The strength is so strong that we are. Every word and every move is a snatching advantage. The masters fight together, and the struggle is just a slight slightest.

!Huang Lin was at a disadvantage when the two of them had confronted each other just now, but this move made Zhao immediately grab the opportunity!"

"ah?"

Shuanglong and Song Shidao, and Song Yu made both brothers and sisters confused. They could understand the first half of the sentence, but they were confused afterwards. Why did they grab the move first?

Song Que waved his head slightly and continued, "You must know that Ning Daoqi and Huang Lin are very different from each other. Today, they are fighting under the attention of the heroes. Huang Lin just started

If Ning Dodge takes the opportunity to attack, hehe~~Never win or lose today, Ning Dodge's reputation will be greatly damaged!"

Yu Wenshang, You Chuhong and other people of the same generation as Song Que, all nodded in agreement.

But on the side of Baishi Square in front of the bronze hall, Ning Daoqi's voice was still echoing, Huang Lin stepped on his feet, and his body instantly flew three feet away. Chihuang lightly stabbed Ning Daoqi's erratic figure.

This move made the younger generation who came to watch the game confused.

But Ning Daoqi's body, which was changing left and right, seemed to attack but not attack, suddenly fell into the mortal world! No longer had the mysterious feeling as before.

"good!"

Ning Daoqi praised, and suddenly retreated and took a step back. He pressed his right hand against his chest, and his left hand stretched out from the sleeve of the robe. His palm changed into claws, his claws changed into fingers. Finally, he pressed his thumb towards the swaying Red Phoenix Sword. Exquisite and breathtaking.

"When~"

The finger swords clashed, and the sound of metal collision was made. The fierce energy rolled outward from the intersection, with a staggering momentum!

Huang Lin was in power and refused to forgive others. He immediately bullied himself in front of him. Thousands of sword lights exploded from around him like silver flowers.

As the sun was just around the corner, the sword light reflected countless dazzling lights, making it difficult for people to open their eyes!

For a moment, the sword energy was radiant in Baishi Square. Looking around, Huang Lin and Ning Doqi were almost lost!

"Amitabha!"

Under the bell tower just west of the square, when Lekong saw this move, he couldn't help but sing the Buddha's name. Five or six monks in jealous clothes sat cross-legged beside him, one of whom was the wisdom master of Tiantai Sect.

I think the identities of others are very similar to those of him.

"Is this the flying immortal in the sky?"

The person who asked about the question was an old monk with both beards and beards and eyebrows. His face was solemn and his nose was at least about an inch longer than that of ordinary people, and his clear and uniqueness.

The eyes are half open and half closed, and the eyes are introverted, making it possible for a glance to feel that the other person is a very skilled master.

When Lekong heard this, he turned his head slightly, "This move of flying immortal from the sky is more than better than when he fought with me before."

The old monk looked at the thousands of sword lights that were controlled towards Ning Daoqi, and said lightly: "The craftsmanship is too heavy, the body is prosperous, the spirit is weak, too deliberate!"

Lekong suddenly became silent.

This old monk was Master Zhenyan who sent Buchen to Chengdu to invite back to the Zen Temple when Cihang suddenly heard that when he was exterminated by Jingzhai.

He knew the other party's strength in his heart, and Lekong stopped talking and turned to look back on the scene.

Sure enough, facing Huang Lin's extremely dazzling sword, Ning Daoqi suddenly shook his clothes and walked with his arms stretched out, and his hands turned into two little birds playing, and he was having fun fighting.

But under these two little bird beaks like fun, Huang Lin's dense sword light was swallowed up!

Huang Lin glanced at the brow. He knew what was going on in the sky, but it really surprised him to be broken by the other party so simply.

But after Ning Doqi turned into a bird with both hands, blocking Huang Lintai's half sword light, the two birds seemed to have discovered the source of Huang Lin's sword light, and Ning Doqi also showed a child-like innocent look on his face, looking around. The birds with virtual hands jumped up and down, chasing the strange situations of playing in the air.

snort!

Huang Lin snorted secretly, his wrist trembled, and the remaining sword light suddenly dissipated. At the same time, he stepped on the Bagua and his body floated up. The long sword was handed horizontally to Ning Daoqi like a child waving.

This scene was so wonderful that everyone's eyes were in the audience!

Ning Doqi's pair of birds made a scene, and any external objects would appear particularly abrupt, but Huang Lin's sword handed over was like a bird meeting a dead branch while playing with it. Everything was so natural and harmonious. .

If these little birds are real things, they can land on them and can also flap their wings and pass by them.

However, they were Ning Dodge's objects that were transformed with both hands. The bird's feet were Ning Dodge's wrists. Whether it was a dead branch or a low sweep, his wrists could not avoid the sword blade of the Red Phoenix

.

"wonderful!"

Song Que and Zhenyan split square both sides, but they spoke at the same time to praise.

Ning Daoqi's move was replaced by them, and they had their own way of dealing with it, but they were not as clever as Huang Lin's way of using his method to break the other's tricks.

But they didn't know that whether it was "Lingbo Weibu" or the "Sword Sutra of Breaking the Roots of All Things" that Huang Lin now used, their fundamental ideas were all from the Zhuang Zhou concept of the Xiaoyao School, and He Ning Daoqi could be considered as

The same source.

Ning Daoqi's method of creating a scene can only be forcibly broken for others, but for Huang Lin, it should not be too simple to integrate it!

Seeing Chihuang coming, Ning Daoqi churned quietly, becoming on his head and feet, gathering his fingertips toward Chihuang and Huang Lin's right hands holding the sword.

In the audience, it seemed that the little birds were frightened and raised their wings and pecked at the dead branches blocking the road with revenge. Ning Daoqi's face also showed a child's angry look.

, It's really vivid!

But when Huang Lin's wrist moved slightly, the Chihuang immediately swayed up and down, like a dead branch blown by the breeze.

This time, not only avoided Ning Daoqi's strength, but also raised his sword when it was released and fought back.

“Dou~~”

The two of them had a light collision, causing much more dynamic than the moment just now. The air waves swept away with the two of them as the center, making their long hair flutter and their robes roar.

Ning Daoqi flew up with the force and instantly moved through half a foot of the space, and fell towards the bronze statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva like a big bird.

How could Huang Lin miss such an opportunity?!

"Bang~"

Immediately stepped on my feet and shot away with lightning.

Want to land?

Have you asked me if someone Huang hasn't?!
Chapter completed!