One sword against the hundreds of flowers!

In the blink of an eye, the long sword in Lin Luo's hand suddenly burst out, and it descended into hundreds of sword flowers like a funnel.

In a moment, flowers are opposite to flowers!

Like the larks in the woods in summer, making a crisp sound of galloping sound. From crisp to harshness, the interweaving collision of sword flowers is getting faster and faster, the sound becomes more manic, and finally sting the eardrums makes people feel pain in vain.

In a moment, the iron sword collided many times. The power of the air was exhausted, and Lin Luo and Chen Long fell at the same time. At this moment, the advantage of being on the top was highlighted, and they immediately suppressed Zhao Zheng!

Gravity involved two people falling downwards, and Lin Luo continued to put pressure on the upper peak again. Zhao Zheng fell faster. The match between the hundreds of flowers formed a cyclone with extremely strong repulsive force between the sword. The double pressure came to his face. When Zhao Zheng fell, he could not control his body balance, and his whole body was almost parallel to the ground.

The front road was under pressure and the back road was difficult to find, so Zhao Zheng was in a dilemma for a moment.

Zhao Zheng's brow was so close that he was about to land.

With a loud shout, the long hair of Haiqiang swung slightly, and his left palm hit the ground in the air, suddenly a rebounding force was generated to stop his falling body. The force of the division slowly decreased, but the force of the sword tip dropped by three points. Lin Luo took the opportunity to increase his strength. Although Zhao Zheng escaped the disaster of falling to the ground, he was steadily suppressed by his master at this moment and had to passively defend.

With all your strength, the power will be no more than 70% of the past!

Since it is the sword technique of the Hundred Flowers, Lin Luo should use it with all his strength. With Zhao Zheng's understanding, he will definitely understand it in the end.

Hundreds of sword lights flashed around, facing the scorching sun in the sky, scattering more sword shadows and lightning, covering the entire martial arts field with light. If a sword light was slid past. Hundreds of sword lights together, the martial arts platform suddenly shone twice, and the temperature gradually condensed and increased.

The momentum was terrifying. Zhao Zheng was surrounded by the sword light. The temperature in the center was the highest, which was the place where hundreds of sword lights reflected and gathered. The sword light rushed through rapidly, forming a huge mirror that reflected the sunlight to the center of the field.

In less than a few breaths, Zhao Zheng's breath had become disordered, and the temperature in the center of the field had risen to nearly forty degrees. On the one hand, Zhao Zheng had to barely resist the swordsmanship, but on the other hand, he had to endure the pressure brought by the high temperature.

"Fight for the last time!" Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth, and the temperature was still rising slowly. The "Hundred Flowers" swordsmanship was harsh. Even though he felt his arms were sore at this moment, there were less than a hundred sword flowers that were shocking.

Sometimes the flowers bloom and fade, but the withering of the sword flowers only takes a moment. With the hilt of the sword as the stamen, the brilliant and complex sword flowers suddenly disappear, and then they return to an iron sword.

The mottled sword shadow accumulated all its strength. With just this one bite, the most complex and dense flower heart of the sword flower was rushing away.

"Take a Throat in Thousand Miles"!

The ultimate move in Quanzhen Sword Technique is the ultimate gathering of speed and power. It is like a meteor, galloping towards the sword light.

"No, my junior brother is going to hit the sword shadow!" Chen Long couldn't help but shout. Zhao Zheng's move was undoubtedly a life-threatening technique. As long as the sword light Cen Cen was hit by one, he would be attracted by the sword flow and penetrated the body by hundreds of swords.

Everyone seemed to have ignored Chen Long's exclamation and devoted themselves to the battle on the field, as if they were themselves on the stage.

Of course, Zhao Zheng knew that entering Jianguang would be a death, but his opponent was his master. He knew that at most he suffered a little, and death was impossible!

In fact, he knew he had lost. He wanted to use the "Hundred Flowers" sword technique to surprise his master, but he didn't expect that he would end up in a dilemma. However, he was unhappy and wanted to use his last move to surprise him.

Thousands of miles away, never returning. As Zhao Zheng continued to approach, the accumulated power became increasingly greater, and there was a hint of incomprehensible meaning in it, which surprised Lin Luo.

Zhao Zheng was not clear, but Lin Luo clearly understood that the indescribable trace of Zhao Zhengjian was the momentum!

The sword moves forward!

A trace of sword force locked on Lin Luo. Lin Luo suppressed the strength of the middle-grade martial artist, and he felt that his strength had been suppressed by a certain level. The stimulating sword flower was also weaker by three points, and the hundred flowers were sharply reduced to seventy.

"Huh? Why did the master's swordsmanship suddenly become weaker?" An inexplicable thought rose in everyone's heart. Even Yu Yunxin and Su San, who were beside him, exchanged strange glances, and both of them didn't understand the inside story.

Only when facing the mysterious thing on the field and in person can you feel it. The sword force is not a stimulating tangible sword energy, but a condensation of momentum, which is invisible, but real. Moreover, the sword force is based on the mind and is actually locked. Even if you are close to the people around you, you will not feel the existence of the locked sword force. Unless it is a wide-ranging force that spreads and works within a certain range.

Zhao Zheng's unintentional sword force must be not wide, but connected with the sword, locking on Lin Luo alone.

With the sword force, Lin Luo was already so excited that he trembled!

Although it is only a little bit, it is already the beginning of man's stepping onto the divine level.

Lin Luo raised his long sword and the vast sword flowers disappeared instantly. The iron sword gently wiped it on the cloth clothes and prepared a blow!

The sword light shone everywhere, like mercury pouring into the ground.

Hundreds of sword shadows, hundreds of sword shadows, far exceeding one hundred!

This is the most extreme power of a middle-grade martial artist, even if millions of people get less than one result.

The hundreds of sword shadows are densely covered with dense shadows, like the hundreds of daisies blooming in autumn, brilliance and the sun. Lin Luo was blowing in the air like a god. Zhao Zheng cut off his arm and swears to kill the god under the sword.

The sword speed was too fast, leaving hundreds of afterimages in the eyes of everyone, and gathered from behind to the front at the same time, facing the "Thousand Miles of Throat" with a regretful blow by the hero.

With a crisp "ding" sound, time is frozen. Hundreds of sword shadows merge into one, opposite to Zhao Zheng's sword tip. Under the huge force, the two swords bent. Zhao Zheng's iron sword bent to thirty degrees, and all the power on the top deflected.

In an instant, Lin Luo removed his strength and withdrew his sword, and his body slanted over Zhao Zheng's iron sword. At the moment when the old power had gone and the new power had not been connected, a sword spine was like a ruler, sucking on Zhao Zheng's butt. He attached a sentence: "Do you really think I don't dare to draw the sword?"

Zhao Zheng fell to the ground and staggered a few steps before he stood firm. The master just now said something that made him feel embarrassed, as if he had done something extremely despised.

Lin Luo flew over with a stern face and nodded: "But you can practice sword skills to "hundred flowers", which really surprised me. Come and find me alone tomorrow!"

"Next!"

After listening to the master's evaluation, Zhao Zheng turned aside. He was not as strong as his senior brother's internal skills, so he turned to attack swordsmanship. Today's stunning appearance was finally recognized by his master. It seems that he will have to have a separate sleep tomorrow? Why did he make him unhappy!
Chapter completed!