Invincible Fairy King in the City

The crowd spoke these words, but their eyes were on the two in the war circle.

Especially Xu Zhan, his eyes were almost straight. No one under Bai Mu was his opponent. They could be placed on the two in front of him.

On the court, in a blink of an eye, the two Lin Lang had already done dozens of moves with each other, Lin Lang did not have any disadvantages. Similarly, Wan Jianyi did not seek any benefits.

Evenly matched!

"Boy, you do have a bit of patience. You can fight me with your bare hands."

As soon as Wan Jian pushed out a palm, the light seemed to be unable to keep up with his speed, leaving only the afterimage of the piece in the future.

From a distance, Wan Jian at this time seems to be a thousand-handed Guanyin, and his entire upper body is full of arms except his head.

Arms moved and numerous palm prints rushed forward, making it difficult to identify which one was the real attack.

Although Wan Jianyi is not good at mastering the skill, but the subtlety of this hand is enough to be comparable to Bai Mu's peerlessness. In other words, no one could tell the real attack route.

If Lin Lang's eyes are watching the fire, there are occasionally sparse purple awns flashing. Wan Jianyi's number of palms is difficult, but he can often find out the true body of Wan Jianyi.

For a while, the two of them could not help others.

"Fortunately, I didn't do anything to him, otherwise I would die."

Xu Zhan took a deep breath and looked at Lin Lang's figure, his heart was complicated.

If I knew Lin Lang had this ability, he wouldn't offend such a horrible power because of a little Dan Fang.

Now he can only hope that Wan Jianyi can defeat Lin Lang. Otherwise he has good fruit to eat.

As for the audience, it has already been fried.

"Oh my God, he was able to fight against Wan Jianyi's predecessor in court, how old is he, and he doesn't look over 20 years old!"

The crowd below was shocked, and the older warrior had a feeling of living on the dog.

"What's this, Wan Jianyi hasn't issued a sword yet, it's just warming up now."

"Hum, wait until Wan Wan's strength, Lin You Ye must not fight!" Some people sneered.

Wan Jianyi is good at swords. At this time, he uses palms to prove that he has retained a lot of strength. The sword is the head of the cold weapon. No matter how strong the individual is, it will be the same as the sword and the sword.

What's more, Wan Jianyi everyone uses swords, and the sword in his hand must be a magic weapon that cuts iron.

"You do have a bit of strength, but if that's all, then you should die."

Wan Jian heard a cold voice.

I do not know when, Wan Jianyi suddenly appeared in the hands of a sword exuding ice-blue cold mang.

Wan Jian held a five-foot long sword in one hand, and his momentum changed dramatically. At this time, he was like a sharp blade in his hand, cold and unfriendly.

"Maybe this is the swordsman."

With hundreds of warriors present, none of them could see when the sword came out.

At this time, Wan Jian shot violently and turned five feet into a sword. He attacked Lin Lang.

Obviously it is a five-foot hard sword, but it fell into his hands like a soft sword of the breeze, like an arm and a finger, like a snake, constantly walking around Lin Lang's body.

Xiuwei Shanglin Lang doesn't have any advantages. He is also inferior to the opponent in weapons. Almost all the disadvantages of the audience have been concentrated on him.

Few people are optimistic about Lin Lang and don't think he can support Wan Jianyi's sword moves.

Lin Lang didn't care about it, but just meditated in his mouth.

"Daye Seventy-two, see it today."

At this time, if he knows the thoughts of others, he will definitely deny it. Who says that fighting with a fist must be a disadvantage?

In fact, otherwise, in the world of immortalists, all battles can be called fighting techniques, fighting techniques, fighting techniques, and as for weapons, that is just a means of exerting Taoism.

The mighty one can destroy thousands of stars with one finger, what good is it to dance swords in front of others. Fighting is the deep cultivation, or understanding of magical skills.

I saw Lin Langan stand upright. Before Wan Jian arrived, he adjusted his pace like Mount Tai, and his hand also waved.

In the dimness, countless people seemed to see a fairy and hazy world, a leaf large enough to cover the sky.

Above the leaves is a vast palace group, with flying beams and paintings, and Gao Yu Hall. In the middle of the ground, there are countless men and women in classical costumes standing against their hands.

Lin Lang's first punch was forwarded. Numerous men and women also followed suit, uniformly aligned, and the position of the strike was exactly the same as that of Lin Lang's fist.

Day Ye Xianzong, one hundred thousand disciples played together.

"What the **** is this?"

Wan Jianyi can also see the picture of Yanwu faintly, but the thing has no substantial influence on him, and he simply does not take it seriously.

I saw Lin Lang wielding his fists, and he had already stood up. In the previous life, he had practiced the Daye 72 style for nearly ten years. The subtlety of it fell into his hands.

"Come on! What's so special about my old man coming to try your boxing skills."

Wan Jian sang aloud, waving his sword to point forward continuously, passing by the point of the sword, as if dotted with stars.

Daye Seventy-two is the king in melee, and Wan Jian has been a kendo wizard since he was young. He has studied swordsmanship for decades, and it is fixed in the late stage of transformation.

For a time, he also competed with Lin Lang.

They fought endlessly, from Wanfoding to Qianfoding.

The two of them were okay, but the nearby plants and bricks were ravaged, the trees collapsed, the bricks shattered, the sword air was spread across the ground, and the ground was damaged.

Fortunately, the place where the two men fought was not the Wanfoding Palace. Otherwise, this place of interest, which is more than a thousand years old, may be ruined today.

"Come on!" Lin Lang shouted, warming himself.

It has been a long time since he was reborn that no one can fight with him so happily. Even when facing Xiao Zhengning at the time, he was directly crushed by Xiu Ning.

All the unhappiness of the past, he was left behind at this moment.

war! war! war!

The longer the battle, the more confusing the pace at Lin Lang's feet, and the true superiority of Daye 72 was also developed by him.

Wan Jianyi is also not weak, a long sword, sharp and arbitrary.

At this moment, Wan Jian suddenly changed his moves and turned back, letting Lin Lang's attack fail.

At the same time, the sword in his hand continued to pierce forward, not to hurt Lin Lang, as if only to kill the air.

An astonishing sword spread out and reached its peak at this time.

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