Wu Ling's injuries were extremely serious, with eye-catching sword marks all over his body.
"That's natural. The last battle must not be lost!" Holding the long sword, Lin Bian chuckled and stood up. Lin Bian's eyes drifted to the platform.
The fifth disciple of Tianhua Sect is already standing on the platform holding a sword. Compared to the previous Huang Ming, this person's strength is a bit inferior.
"At least your efforts won't be in vain, right?" Lin Bian curled his eyes, took out a bottle of medicinal powder and handed it to Xiao Ding. Immediately, he stood up and walked toward the platform with his sword in hand.
"I will win this battle!" With the mentality of winning, Lin Bing stepped into the void, invisible space ripples spread out from the soles of his feet, and a terrifying aura exploded from Lin Bing's body.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier. Before the snow fell to the top of the forest, it was bounced away by an invisible force.
Holding the sword, Lin Bian's aura became stronger every time he took a step. Among the five, Wu Ling was the strongest, followed by Lin Bian.
The general trend of the Sword God Sect also condensed on Lin Bing. Against the background of this general trend, Lin Bing was like an earthly god, with endless sword energy transforming around him.
"This battle will be won!" Lin Bing whispered, the long sword in his hand vibrated in vain, and endless fighting spirit filled Lin Bing's body.
When Lin Bing stepped on the platform, his momentum reached its peak, the second level peak of Lingzong.
The cold wind rolled up the snow all over the ground, and the snow spread again. However, the snow could not hide Lin Bing's figure, Lin Bing's fighting spirit, or the general trend of the Sword God Sect.
Feeling this trend, Qing Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "The sleeping dragon will one day take off!"
"Because the dragon has awakened, it won't take long for it to take off!" Hearing this, Jue Lin chuckled and said: "The Sword God Sect will definitely rise again, I am convinced!"
"Sword God Sect!" Xuan Ren whispered and raised his head again. The hesitation in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by determination: "Sword God Sect will definitely rise again!"
"The Qinglong clan and the ### clan have returned to the Sword God Sect, so how can the Xuanwu clan, one of the four ancient clans, lag behind you!"
"The Xuanwu clan will also return to the Sword God Sect!" Xuan Ren's tone gradually became firmer.
Hearing this, both Jue Lin and Qing Jue chuckled. With Xuan Blade's words, they knew that the Xuanwu clan would definitely return to the Sword God Sect.
At that time, relying on the strength of the four ancient clans, the Sword God Sect was enough to squeeze into the ranks of the second-rate top sects.
Countless eyes gathered on the platform again. It was rare that the competition between the disciples of the inferior sect attracted the attention of the whole audience for the first time.
The Tianhua Sect disciple who was holding the sword felt the terrifying momentum on Lin Bian's body, his breath was a little hurried, and he suddenly mobilized his spiritual energy to resist the Sword God Sect's momentum.
"Tianhua Sect Huang Hua!" This Tianhua Sect disciple shouted with his sword, and at the same time, a terrifying aura surged from his body, resolving the pressure brought by the general situation on Lin Bian.
The sound waves spread and turned into substantial sound waves that hit the void around Lin Bing.
"Sword God Lin Bian!" Lin Bing said lightly with his eyes slightly raised. The snow crossed the tip of the sword, and the ten-foot-long sword energy emerged from it, shattering the snow on the ground.
Before the two of them drew their swords, their sword intent condensed in the sky above the two of them, and the sword intent was a shadow!
"The name of the sword is Jianhong!" Huang Hua whispered, endless fighting spirit condensed in him, and his sword energy suddenly transformed into endless coldness.
"What a sword!" Lin Bian glanced at the sword, and he felt a biting chill on the sword.
Lin Bian also raised his long sword. The three-foot green peak loomed in the wind and snow, and the sword energy condensed on the side. Lin Bian said lightly: "The name of the sword is suppression!"
With his eyes focused, Huang Hua also felt a shocking coercion in Lin Bian's sword, which was Lin Bian's sword intention.
"What a sword!" Huang Hua said lightly, shaking his long arm, the long sword bloomed with bright sword shadows. The sword shadows suddenly took on the shape of ice flowers, which was extremely weird.
Following Huang Hua's movements, the endless ice aura from heaven and earth gathered in vain and merged into the shadow of the sword.
"The sword is originally dead, but because of intention, it is alive!" Huang Hua's figure gradually turned into nothingness, and his countless sword shadows condensed together to form the shadow of the sword's intention.
But as Huang Hua thrust out his sword, the phantom of the sword's intention shattered in vain and turned into petals, like falling snowflakes. Each petal was filled with the terrifying sword's intention.
"Sword Flower!" Huang Hua's low voice resounded, and in an instant, countless petals rushed toward the forest edge.
In the void, countless petals filled the air. Looking up, this scene seemed extremely beautiful.
The sword was originally a killing weapon, but the sword wielder used it to depict the beauty of the world, just like the pen in the hand of an artist.
The sword differs from person to person, just like the sword with a Lin handle. His sword suppresses the heavens and the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.
Countless ice flowers bloomed in vain all around. Lin Bing was among them, wearing a green shirt and making a hunting sound. His face was indifferent, he raised his sword and pointed it at the sky. The sword intention exploded instantly.
"The name of the sword suppresses, suppresses the heavens!" Lin's sword fell upwards and downwards. The sword moved at will. When the sword fell, the petals that came in were shattered.
A terrifying coercion spread out, suppressing Huang Hua's sword intent and also suppressing the countless petals.
With his feet on ice flowers, Lin Bing put his left hand on his back and held a sword in his right hand. He stepped forward unhurriedly. Every time he took a step, Lin Bing's body became more coercive.
Luo Zeng raised his head and looked at the snow flying all over the sky, as well as the figure and the sword under the snow, and his thoughts drifted to the distant past.
Luo Zeng met Lin Bing a long time ago, when they were still young and frivolous.
I remember that at that time, Lin Bing said: "Luo Zeng, why is your sword made?"
Luo Zeng was silent, and Lin Bing smiled and said firmly: "My sword is for suppression. One day, I will represent the Sword God Sect to suppress the evil in the world and suppress the heavens!"
Because of these words from his youth, Luo Zeng knew that Lin Bing once knelt on the sword and learned the sword for three years!
"His sword, I saw the figure of the ancestor!" Chu Ge whispered, looking at the gradually blurred figure, Chu Ge may have understood that sentence.
Every sword has its own story, and the swordsman tells that story with the sword in his hand...
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I am an orphan, I have no name, I have no surname.
I live in a world of ice and snow, and I hate snow because snow is my natural enemy.
Because whenever it snows, everything withers, even the bark of trees wilts. For a homeless person like me, snow threatens my survival.
That year, an old man walked out of the snow and wind with a giant sword on his back.
He came with a sword on his back, and I saw endless heaviness on his body. He took me to a place called the Sword God Gate.
A place where you don't need to worry about bark, where you don't need to worry about survival.
I kept following the uncle, and I saw the uncle kill many people with the sword in his hand.
I was very confused about this, and the uncle always said in that heavy tone: They are evil people, and we Sword God Sect disciples must suppress them with swords!
Later, I learned that the evil person represented the foreign enemies, and the uncle's sword always suppressed those people, representing the Sword God Sect suppressing them.
But one day, I woke up and found that I fell in the arms of my uncle, and the uncle fell in a pool of blood.
I will never forget that scene, when the uncle used his chest to block the fatal sword for me.
I know that at that time, uncle will never have the chance to suppress those evil people with his sword.
I can't forget what my uncle said to me while lying in a pool of blood: "Child, the world of swords is very heavy!"
At that moment, I understood the heaviness of uncle. Uncle, his name is Lin Bing!
When the uncle left, his sword was also broken. At that time, I also had a name. My name was Lin Bing.
My sword is called Suppression, which represents the uncle and the Sword God Sect, which suppresses the heavens and the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.
This is the story of a sword, a story called the Suppression Sword. Lin Bian's sword became more and more powerful, and he used every sword with his heart.
Wandering in the wind and snow like a leisurely stroll, but Lin Bing's steps are always so heavy. Every time he takes a step, the entire platform shakes slightly.
It's not that the platform couldn't bear Lin Ting's pace, it was just that the platform couldn't bear Lin Ting's sword. The sword was very heavy.
The swordsman's world is equally heavy! Snowflakes are flying, Huang Hua's sword is like snowflakes, and the sword shadow is slow, but every sword shadow is suppressed by Lin's sword.
Holding the sword in one hand, each sword hit the snowflakes.
The crisp sound of sword chants resounded non-stop, and among the flying snowflakes, Lin Bing gradually understood those words.
"The sword is the king of all weapons and the most deadly weapon. Why do we also pursue the art of swordsmanship!"
"The sword is always touching. The sword can kill people and save people!"
"Some people practice swords because they pursue fame and wealth, some people practice swords because they want to survive, and some people practice swords because they follow the crowd! No matter what, everyone has their own reasons. No matter when, as long as you stick to yourself
Whatever you are obsessed with will work, so why bother with the form! Haha, practicing swordsmanship is, in other words, cultivating yourself!"
"Cultivation of myself, my sword represents the Sword God Sect, suppressing the heavens, suppressing the gods and Buddhas all over the sky!" Lin Bian's aura became more and more terrifying.
In Huang Hua's eyes, Lin Bing seemed to have become a supreme being, and every sword he struck represented endless pressure.
One sword suppressed the heavens! Lin Bian swung out a sword, and Huang Hua's body shook violently.
Suppressing the gods and Buddhas with one sword! Lin Bian held the sword and struck it down in the air. With one sword blow, Huang Hua retreated hugely.
One sword suppresses all things! Lin Bian took several steps in succession, the sword was extremely sharp. When the sword fell, the ice flowers in the sky shattered and turned into nothingness.
Bang bang! Huang Hua's figure took several steps backwards, and a terrifying force exploded in his chest.
In Huang Hua's horrified gaze, a bright sword light shot out, piercing Huang Hua's chest and his heart, and some of his life force dissipated at this moment.