The shape of Lin Wushuang's glove actually imitates the appearance of Fu Yang's Thousand Illusion Sword when it transforms into a glove. As Fu Yang's third disciple, Lin Wushuang has certainly seen Fu Yang's appearance when he uses the Thousand Illusion Sword and transforms into a glove.
Out of admiration and awe for his master, he subconsciously imitated Fu Yang!
So after traveling alone this time, he used various methods to find skilled craftsmen and made this pair of black gloves to wear on his hands as a weapon for daily use. And this sword fighting competition, of course, came in handy.
Fu Yang, who was perched high on the top of the mountain, saw this scene and couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that he was very happy to see his apprentice showing such awe and admiration to his master.
On the stage.
When Lei Li saw Lin Wushuang's weapons, he was stunned for a moment. Then he couldn't help but sneer: "Haha, they say weapons are stronger every inch longer, but your gloves are far behind compared to my double swords! Originally, yours
You are younger than me, and your actual combat experience is definitely not as rich as mine. Now you are not even equipped with weapons. Let me see how you win, and I will make you, an arrogant boy, lose face in front of everyone."
Lin Wushuang was not angered by the harsh words, and still looked calm and calm.
His tone was calm: "One inch long, one inch strong? That's just what ordinary people who practice martial arts say. If you have reached the realm of a martial arts master and are still stuck on weapons, then it means that you, the Dongting Sword King, are no more than that! I
I will let you know that there is a big gap between the great masters of martial arts. It is useless to talk more, let’s fight!”
Before the words could even be finished, Lin Wushuang had already moved!
His whole person was as powerful as a rainbow, like a hidden dragon ascending into the abyss, or like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain. His momentum surged across the ring and thundered away towards him.
When he swooped by like this, he actually brought up a gust of wind, leaving a whirlpool of air behind him that was visible to the naked eye!
Although the arena for this competition was very large, the air flow brought up by Lin Wushuang's charge was like a strong wind. The clothes and hair of the martial artists who gathered around the arena to watch the competition were blown up. They had some strength.
The weaker ones quickly covered their eyes with their hands.
Lei Li was shocked when he saw Lin Wushuang rushing toward him. He probably didn't expect that this young martial arts master could be so ferocious!
For him, the power and oppression he felt was even worse than that of the martial artist below the ring. In terms of mental perception, it was like a Dongfeng truck with full power, speeding
It soared to a full 120 miles! It slammed into him.
However, although Lei Li was surprised, he was not afraid. Instead, he sneered.
Because in his opinion, let alone a flesh-and-blood body like Lin Wushuang, even if a large Dongfeng truck driving at full speed came over, he could block the truck and cut it into pieces and slag!
I saw Lei Li raise his hands, and all his strength was concentrated on the sword. At the same time, he shouted: "The waves of Dongting are cut by nine overlapping waves!"
Blah blah, blah blah.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore suddenly sounded.
The martial artists watching the battle around the ring felt very strange. Some people were startled: "Huh? Why is there a sudden sound of water? Where does it come from!"
"No, it's not the sound of water. That's...the sound of the blood rushing in Senior Lei Li's body! And at the same time, it's the sound of the strong wind blowing along with his luck."
"Yes! It's so amazing. Senior Lei Li actually used his sword skills to simulate the sound of the waves of Dongting Lake with just a few movements of his hands and feet. It's simply amazing."
All this may seem quite lengthy to describe, but it actually happened in a flash of lightning. In an instant, Lin Wushuang had already rushed ten feet in front of Lei Li!
As if carrying the power of wind and thunder, the whole person's momentum is getting higher and higher as he rushes all the way.
When you reach the realm of a martial arts grandmaster, your martial arts competition also involves the spiritual aspect of things!
Once you take action, the ferocious momentum can increase the power of martial arts to a certain extent and at the same time frighten the enemy.
Lin Wushuang made palms with both hands and grabbed Lei Li's chest with a martial arts move similar to "black tiger pulling out the heart".
"Haha, you're looking for death! Do you want to withstand my Nine Layers of Waves?"
Lei Li sneered in his heart.
The two swords in his hands were waving, intertwined into an airtight sword network. It was like the vast waves and tides of Dongting Lake, rising and falling, endlessly dense.
However……
The next moment, Lei Li was stunned.
Because the moment Lin Wushuang's hands penetrated into the "sword net" formed by his dancing swords, his arms suddenly shook violently.
It is a high-frequency vibration that drives the entire arm from the bones to the muscles. Coupled with the huge force, it turns the surrounding air into extremely unstable, like explosives.
Boom!!!
The violent high-frequency vibration caused the air near Lin Wushuang's arm to explode suddenly. Circles of gas like transparent glass spread in all directions.
And it was the force of the air explosion that caused the thunderous "Wave Swords" to slow down, and a huge gap appeared in the densely intertwined sword network.
not good!!!
Lei Li was horrified: "How could this guy be so powerful? How could he be so strong!"
But it was too late for him to think about it.
Because at the next moment, Lin Wushuang's palm was close to his chest. It was almost touching the animal skin armor! There was even an itchy feeling. The fingertips pierced the air and bounced off the leather armor.
Ringed.
How can it be?!
All the martial artists watching this scene around the ring were in an uproar.
Originally, most people thought that the "Dongting Sword King" Lei Li would be the final winner. But right from the beginning, he seemed to be at a disadvantage?
And if Lin Wushuang's palm really came close to his chest, he would probably be injured immediately.
Injured on the first move? Why not hit an egg!
It has to be said that Lin Wushuang's performance was so amazing that even the Wudang disciples sitting at different heights on the mountain peak, with different realms and statuses, started whispering.
"This mortal named Lin Wushuang is a bit interesting, isn't he? The move that shook the air and caused an explosion just now was really amazing."
"Yes! If I were to fight him in close quarters, I might suffer a loss this time."
"Haha... We are cultivators. Why are we fighting these martial arts practitioners in close quarters? We are dozens or hundreds of meters away, and a spell can pass by. And even if we are close, our Wudang Sword Qi is not messy.
For play."
"That's true, but it can't be compared like this. After all, we are cultivators, and he is a mortal after all. It is absolutely shocking that a mortal can achieve this by learning martial arts."