"If you can still take on my Kun Sword move, I can have a good fight with you."

Lin Xing's sword intent burst out, as if six invisible swords were slashing out in all directions, covering the entire arena.

Boom! The iron and steel arena was easily torn into pieces by these six sword intentions, just like pieces of paper.

Various iron sheets and steel pipes mixed with smoke and dust rose into the sky.

Xia Jianlong still stood there motionless, watching the scene coldly, as if he wanted to see what other tricks Lin Xing could come up with.

As Lin Xing unleashed the power of Kun Sword, the whole world changed drastically in his eyes.

Since returning to the world from Zhoutianhui, after witnessing the power of the Dragon-Riding Scholar, Lin Xing has spent more time practicing every day in order to protect the world and to implement the path of integrity and chivalry.

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At the same time, the sword girl who had just been watching casually from the bottom of the ring suddenly narrowed her pupils and stared closely at Lin Xing on the stage, wondering in her heart: "What kind of sword intent is this?"

"pole!"

At this moment, there was no longer any arena, three-move agreement, or showing strength to Xia Guo in his mind. He only knew that if he didn't fight Lin Xing with all his strength, he would probably die. His hands raised palm shadows all over the sky, like an angry dragon opening its mouth, exposing a string of dragon teeth, tearing all the swords that stabbed him into pieces one by one.

By repeatedly using and comprehending the sword intent of Kun Sword in the time travel, Lin Xing completed the effect of two and a half years of hard training in a short period of time, and finally comprehended the sword intent of Ji Sword.

Xia Jianlong gritted his teeth, mustered the remaining strength in his body and said angrily: "I haven't lost yet, let's do it again."

Lin Xing shook his head and said calmly: "Pattern your head."

Xia Jianlong, with his face covered in blood, roared angrily, as if there were giant dragons pushing his body. His tendons burst out with terrifying power, creating a gust of air that blew away all the swords around him.

Boom! Just like a bomb suddenly exploded, the air spread out in all directions like boiling water.

Hearing the voice, Xia Jianlong looked up suddenly and found that Lin Xing seemed to be standing in the same position without moving, standing with his hands behind his back and looking at him.

The fragments of steel pipe that had just been smashed burst out with shocking sword intent again.

In Lin Xing's eyes, everything seemed to have become a part of himself and the sword.

Under the infusion of the extreme sword intent, Lin Xing felt that the swords in his eyes were ready to go, waiting for his order.

"die!"

Especially since the last battle was too simple, no one was injured except Dabagan, and even the arena was not damaged.

Endless swords, real and fake, came towards them like a mountain and a sea.

Although this process will still make Lin Xing's past memories blurred, what remains are only memories of various hard trainings, rather than the deadly fights and killings that lasted for months or even years.

He took the last step and finally arrived in front of Lin Xing.

Lin Xing looked at him and sighed softly: "If this was a life-and-death battle, you would have died dozens of times."

However, all this could not stop Lin Xing from wielding the sword. Instead, it made Lin Xing's attack more bizarre and unpredictable.

As Xia Jianlong launched a frantic counterattack, various swords were constantly broken and various illusions rose and fell.

Then a steel pipe suddenly twisted and deformed, emitting a surging sword intent that shot towards Xia Jianlong.

After collapsing again and again, the strong wind seemed more and more chaotic, disordered and unpredictable.

The shattered gust of wind formed a circle, like an assassin who had been waiting for a long time, and stabbed Xia Jianlong in the vest with a fatal sword.

Stimulated by the fatal threat, Xia Jianlong could no longer care about anything else. He slapped out with all his strength like a madman, bringing with it bursts of roars like a dragon's atmosphere, and imprinted it firmly on Lin Xing's chest.

Xia Jianlong was slightly stunned, and then he felt a chill on his head. He raised his head and touched it, only to find that he had become a Mediterranean bald head.

And with every punch and kick he threw, the tendons in his body vibrated and loud noises like dragon's roars seemed to erupt, as if there really was a dragon hidden in his body, showing an incomparably terrifying aura.

But the scene that Xia Jianlong imagined of Lin Xing being torn into pieces did not happen. In front of his eyes, there was only a cloud of dust that dissipated with his palm.

Then the smoke and dust rose into the sky and turned into an invisible giant sword that slashed towards Xia Jianlong.

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"You lose."

At the same time, the entire steel arena had been shattered in the aftermath of the battle between the two powerful men, and most of it had collapsed.

But after Xia Jianlong's outburst of anger, his situation on the stage did not improve at all.

Especially the repeated practice of time travel. With Jing Shiyu's help, he no longer needed to go through all kinds of life-and-death struggles. This had much less impact on his personality, allowing him to use time travel more unscrupulously.

The original iron pipes and iron sheets have been broken into countless tiny pieces after being broken again and again.

Lin Xing raised his right sword finger slightly, and the scattered layers of iron pieces suddenly gathered together, turning into a flying sword with sonic booms, and shot towards Xia Jianlong.

It can be said that at this moment Lin Xing and Xia Jianlong were like standing in a ruin.

Roar! As Xia Jianlong slapped out with his palm, a dragon-shaped energy force crushed the raging wind swords that were coming at him.

"ah!"

Xia Jianlong stared at the scene blankly, and then he found that a cold wind was blowing across his body, and his originally gorgeous clothes had turned into beggar's clothes.

Sword Girl stared at Lin Xing intently, her eyes burning with fighting spirit.

Xia Jianlong looked down and realized that even though he had tried his best, he had only rushed more than ten meters and had not yet reached Lin Xing.

Kun Sword Intention: The earth is Kun, nurturing all things. Integrate the Kun Intention into your own sword intention, transform it into Kun Sword Intention, and comprehend the sword intention in the earth's creation of all things. Those with superior qualifications can go a step further after comprehending for two and a half years, comprehend the Extreme Sword Intention, and soar into the sky from then on.

At this moment, with Xia Jianlong's sudden outburst, everyone in the audience subconsciously focused their attention on him, as if a divine dragon had descended from the sky, exuding earth-shaking power.

He slapped away the smoke and dust that was blowing in his face, but found that the smoke and dust seemed to be just smoke and the sword intent just now seemed like an illusion.

Xia Jianlong charged forward, but the closer he got to Lin Xing, the more he felt how fierce the attack was.

Faced with this unprecedented threat, Xia Jianlong roared and burst out with all his strength. Amidst the explosions like dragon roars, he surged with energy all over his body and rushed towards Lin Xing like a mad dragon.

Then he kicked out again, bringing with it the sound of wind and thunder, and smashing the steel sword that was shot in front of him.

With a slight hissing sound, Xia Jianlong's clothes gradually tore into pieces, traces of blood flashed across his face, and the sword wounds on his body began to increase in number.

As Lin Xing's sword finger moved slightly, Xia Jianlong felt at this moment as if he was thrown into a different dimension full of swords. There were peerless swordsmen everywhere, slashing at him with unparalleled sword skills, trying to take his life.

Even the strong wind that blew through Xia Jianlong's body turned into a sharp sword blade in an instant and slashed towards his throat.

It appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the illusory sword intent flashed by his side like smoke.

"So powerful!" Hui Ling stared at the arena, her mouth opening and closing as she spoke quickly, "Xia Jianlong displayed more than ten kinds of martial arts in an instant... So powerful, this explosive power is too strong."

"What a pity! Although you have inherited the legacy of the Shenlong Gang, you have only completed a few transformations and secondary sublimations of your skills at most. You have not yet completed your vision. In the end, you will never be my opponent."

He quickly touched his thigh again, and his face turned pale instantly, without a trace of blood.

Fists, palms, legs... every part of his body seemed to have turned into a magical weapon at this moment, smashing the swords that were stabbing at him into pieces one after another.

This battle was very different. The sight of steel being torn and ravaged at will... and an entire steel structure building of hundreds of square meters on the battlefield being destroyed with just a move of the hands or a stomp of the feet, shocked countless spectators.

At this moment, under the infusion of Kun Sword's sword intent, whether it was the clouds in the sky, the various facilities in the stadium, or the arena under his feet, the flying iron pieces, the smoke and dust rising into the sky...

The violently beating heart made bursts of roars, turning streams of strength into a torrent that continuously pumped into every corner of his body.

Although most of the people present could not see the subtleties of this battle, they could all feel the terrifying strength of both sides and the astonishing destructive power.

If Xia Jianlong's outburst just now surprised Hui Ling, then at this moment, a hint of disbelief appeared on Hui Ling's face: "Lin Xing's sword control technique can even control the air? What kind of sublimation is this?"

The host exclaimed, "Lin Xing won again! He defeated Dabagan and Xia Jianlong successively, and it seemed to me that he won easily in both cases."

The host looked at Hui Ling and asked curiously, "Hui Ling, did you expect these two games to have such results?"

Bai Yiyi said to the live broadcast room: "She knows nothing. Did you see it? Did Lin Xing win like I said?"

Looking at the various admirations, praises, and flattery in the comments, Bai Yiyi smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago that Huiling is not a martial artist at all. She doesn't have the ability to explain things, do you know that?"

(End of this chapter)