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Chapter 220 River Twelve Swords

Feng Shuo listened to the conversation between Lou Tingyu and Lin Ke word for word, and thought to himself: "The relationship between Lou Tingyu and Zang Feng is not ordinary. I didn't investigate it thoroughly before. It doesn't matter anymore. Today,

After the war, there will be no hidden edge in the world."

Seeing Lou Tingyu's disappointed return, Feng Shuo's eyes flashed with jealousy and said, "Since he is so ignorant of current affairs, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Lou Tingyu hesitated to speak. In the end, he didn't say a word.

After signing a life-and-death contract and hanging the celebrity points card on the ring, Feng Shuo stepped on a ball of vitality and climbed up.

The atmosphere in the Mingxia Palace was pushed to its peak at this moment.

In Baidi City, and even in the entire White Tribulation Star, countless pairs of eyes stared at the two people on the ring through the original mirror. Since it was a life and death battle, it meant that only one of them could go on alive.

It seems cruel, but it is very exciting for the spectators.

"Zang Feng, Zang Feng, the Ghost Palace's power in Baidi City was almost destroyed because of you. Now, it's finally time to settle the accounts with you."

Feng Shuo's eyes revealed a strong murderous intent.

Lin Ke said: "You have finally entered the celebrity arena, then we will settle all the grievances here."

"You actually plan to fight me to the death?"

Feng Shuo was full of contempt and absolutely confident in his current strength.

Lin Ke said: "Do you think it is so amazing to break through to the 14th level of the Great Martial Scripture?"

"What do you mean?" Feng Shuo put away his smile and had a bad feeling in his heart.

Lin Ke said no more, slowly spread his arms and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, with his body as the center, circles of heaven and earth energy ripples appeared, pouring out of the arena, and then spread to the outside of the Mingxia Palace, spreading to streets and alleys...

In an instant, the vitality of heaven and earth within a radius of two hundred miles began to tremble.

A bright beam of vitality light shot out of Lin Ke's body and shot straight into the sky, releasing a powerful wave of vitality.

"Junior brother actually... actually broke through the realm..." Li Zhiqing's beautiful eyes widened with an incredible look.

Guo Bing's tense expression relaxed and he laughed loudly: "So that's it, that's it. It turns out that Zang Feng's cultivation has already reached the edge of breaking through the realm, but he just keeps suppressing the realm without breaking through."

"Why did he do this?" A warrior from the Primitive Chamber of Commerce asked in confusion.

Guo Bingdao: "If he breaks through the realm from the beginning, what if Feng Shuo is afraid of his strength and refuses to fight?"

"This little junior brother is too good!" Li Zhiqing snorted.

Qing Lingxiu smiled meaningfully: "This junior brother has always claimed that he is a body-refining warrior, and now he can't hide it anymore! Both body-refining and martial arts have reached an outstanding level, and the combat power he unleashed is really impressive.

People look forward to it.”

Zang Feng broke through the realm and activated the vitality of heaven and earth to a radius of two hundred miles. Naturally, many people were happy. Of course, many people's faces became stiff and pale.

Including, Feng Shuo in the arena.

No longer waiting, Feng Shuo pulled out a purple-black long sword, dragged out a long sword light, and slashed straight towards Lin Ke's waist and abdomen.

"Whoa!"

He wanted to take advantage of the fact that before Lin Ke's cultivation was completely consolidated, he wanted to distinguish between life and death and victory or defeat. Otherwise, it would be very detrimental to him, because he was Feng Shuo now and could not practice any of the methods of the Ghost Palace.

use.

The vitality in Lin Ke's heart grew rapidly, from 160 feet to 180 feet, to 190 feet...

Moreover, the quality of the vitality is also repeatedly condensed and becomes more pure.

Seeing Feng Shuo's slashing sword, Lin immediately became calm and said, "Are you scared?"

While speaking, Lin Ke made a fist with the five fingers of his right hand. As the weapon brand in the bronze fist glove was activated, the power of wind and fire emerged.

He punched out and collided with the purple-black three-star element war sword.

"Bang!"

Lin Ke took twelve steps back, his legs sank, and he stabilized his body. Then, he activated eighteen body-refining marks all over his body, like eighteen circular light shields, arranged throughout his body.

Feng Shuo knew in his heart that Lin Ke's realm had not yet been completely broken through.

Therefore, he quickly changed his attack from chopping to stabbing.

A sword pierced through the air, making a sharp sword sound, and like a flowing shadow, it instantly stabbed in front of Lin Ke.

"When the rain comes, the wind stops."

Lin Ke let out a soft drink, and suddenly a strong wind blew around his body.

In the next moment, all the wind energy, including the air in the celebrity arena, was drawn away by Lin Ke and concentrated on his fist.

Feng Shuo only felt that the fist seemed to have suction, pulling his body and sword, and his whole body fell forward uncontrollably, as if he was about to fall into the abyss of hell.

"Is this a mortal method, Wind Fist?"

Feng Shuo frowned, quickly sheathed his sword, and quickly stepped back.

As soon as he retreated, Lin Ke rushed forward, and all the power in his fist exploded out. The air that was taken away exploded in an instant, making a thunder-like sound.

Feng Shuo held the sword with both hands, stimulating the flame attribute mark in the sword body, and wisps of flames wrapped around his body, forming a large flame bell.

The strength of the fist collides with the big flaming bell.

"Buzz"

It was as if the heavenly bell of the ancient temple was ringing, and the sound shocked the spectators in the palace, causing their eardrums to hurt and their heads to be dizzy.

Feng Shuo retreated one after another and fell to the edge of the ring.

The three fortune teller referees forgot to explain, and instead were whispering to each other, discussing how the mere mortal technique "Wind Fist" could explode with such terrifying power?

"Wind Fist is by no means simple. It may be a Hinayana master method, but the meridians movement diagram is missing. Zangfeng just happened to get its meridians movement diagram, so it fully exerted its power."

"Before the fist was punched, the surrounding air was sucked away. Even the Hinayana method is not so mysterious. It is a bit weird."



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The thickness of the vitality in Lin Ke's heart sea reached two hundred and twenty feet, and he had completely entered the twelfth level of the Blood Sea Scroll.

However, Feng Shuo, who had broken through to the 14th level of the "Great Martial Scripture", had a vitality thickness of 580 feet, which was still more than twice as thick as Lin Ke's.

"Come again."

Feng Shuo shook his arm, and streaks of flames emerged from the purple-black sword.

With a slight wave in the air, the flame patterns around the sword body merged together, forming a river of flames more than ten meters long, with dozens of sword energy flowing through the river of flames.

Someone in the audience exclaimed: "The Hinayana master's teachings flow with twelve swords."

"The Twelve Swords of Chuanliu is Feng Shuo's unique skill. Unfortunately, it has never been fully displayed since the beginning of the Celebrity Heroes Association. Even Xu Dayu only forced him to use the sixth sword, and he failed miserably."

"It is said that the Twelve Swords of Chuanliu were the method of the Sword Sect, which was once the number one sect in the world."

The first sect in Baijie Star was not the Xuanjing Sect, but the Sword Sect.

However, the Sword Sect was defeated by the Demon Alliance, and most of the strong men were killed or injured. Later, it was divided into four, and evolved into the current South Sword Sect, North Sword Sect, East Sword Sect, and West Sword Sect.

Even so, among the four major sword sects, the North Sword Sect and the West Sword Sect are still ranked among the top ten sects in the White Tribulation Star.

This shows how powerful the Sword Sect was before it split.

"The first sword in the river, on the misty rain river."

Following Feng Shuo's sword force, a ten-meter-long river of flaming sword energy surged towards Lin Ke, erupting with an astonishing momentum.

Lin Ke tried his best to mobilize his vitality and punched out another wind fist, which collided with the river of flaming sword energy.

"Boom."

The river of flaming sword energy shattered, and most of the sword energy was shattered.

However, part of the sword energy still penetrated Lin Ke's protective light shield and body refining brand, and hit him. The transforming clothes and white dragon martial robes simultaneously emerged with a layer of defensive light, which destroyed those already weakened swords.

Qi, dissolved into the invisible.

"The second sword of Chuanliu, watching the clouds under the willow."

Feng Shuo held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and with the momentum of breaking mountains and rivers, he struck straight at Lin Ke with his sword.

The sword auras are like weeping willows by the river, densely packed with almost no gaps.

The so-called Master Dharma is divided into five levels: low-level Master Dharma, middle-level Master Dharma, high-level Master Dharma, Hinayana Master Dharma, and Mahayana Master Dharma.

That's because each level of mastery can increase the warrior's combat power to different heights.

Give an example:

A warrior who does not practice the Master Technique can only exert at most 100% of his combat power.

Practicing the low-level master method can allow warriors to exert 120% of their combat power.

Practicing the intermediate master method can allow a warrior to produce 150% of his combat power.

High-level Master Techniques can double a warrior's combat power.

The power burst out from Hinayana's human method can increase the warrior's combat power to more than twice or even higher.

Feng Shuo has already mastered the Twelve Swords of Chuanliu to great perfection. Once he uses them, he will be like a master of swordsmanship, and he will become stronger as he fights.

Even the powerful elders from the 15th level of the Great Martial Scripture would probably have to suffer under the Twelve Swords of Chuanliu if they faced him.

In an instant, Feng Shuo on the stage had already struck out with five swords, each more powerful than the last. The sword energy was like a wave of water, rising higher and higher. Lin Ke could only passively defend and was completely at a disadvantage.

"Boom."

His Chuanliu Sixth Sword attack finally broke through the Feng Fist's defense. The sword edge passed through Lin Ke's sleeve and cut off a small piece of the White Dragon robe.

This sword was extremely thrilling.

It was just a hair away from being able to cut off Lin Ke's arm.

Qing Lingxiu knew something about the secret of Feng Fist, and used Yuanqi sound transmission to say to Li Zhiqing: "Zang Feng has only cultivated eighteen body-refining marks, and can only use Feng Fist to the level of a high-level master.

It has been quite powerful to have endured Feng Shuo's Twelve River Swords for so long."

"Doesn't it mean that Zang Feng will still lose to Feng Shuo?" Li Zhiqing said.

"No, have you forgotten Zang Feng's Wind and Rain Jue Technique? It's just one move and eight moves. It took Xie Zhizhi and Bai Yuntian a whole day to break it." Qing Lingxiu smiled elegantly and charmingly.

Sure enough, on the ring, Lin Ke retreated to the iron box containing Fang Tian's painted halberd.

"Bang."

Kicked on the iron box, the box weighing more than 10,000 kilograms flew up. At the same time, Fang Tian's painted halberd fell out from inside, emitting a red flame brilliance.

Grabbing Fang Tian's painted halberd, Lin Ke's white hair flew into the air, and his whole aura became domineering and fierce. He swung the halberd out, just in time to meet Feng Shuo who was chasing after him.

Fang Tian painted the halberd and bent the long purple-black sword in Feng Shuo's hand, as if it had turned into a bow.

With a "bang", Feng Shuo flew backwards and flipped three times in mid-air. After landing on the ground, he took more than ten steps back, almost missing the mark and falling under the ring.


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