Jianling

How strong is Shi Lian?

This is the question that lingers in Shen Zhongxuan's heart.

If Shi Lian's Zen school is really so bad, even if Shi Lian is the missing big brother, the next head, how strong can Shi Lian be?

Shen Zhongxuan knew he shouldn't be distracted, but when he bowed and bowed, his peripheral vision suddenly drifted to Meng Xing. Meng Xing was jostling with Feng Henwan, and Feng Lin was standing beside him, also smiling.

Shi Lian is very strong, he will hinder Ah Xing.

"I hope Zen Master will not hesitate to enlighten me."

When he said this, it was loud.

At the beginning of this duel, the sun was only three poles high, but at the end it was already a golden crow.

This is without a doubt the longest session of the sword trial so far.

Zhebi didn't move, but the sword intent moved first.

Zhong Xuan flew forward and stepped forward, his palm was as sharp as a knife, and he slashed at Shi Lian.Unexpectedly, Shi Lian went all out when he came up, without any temptation, she immediately pinched the beads, and the beads were quickly counted between his fingers, Shi Lian's body also became an afterimage of the fast wind, despite Shen Xuan's eighteen palms in succession, Shi Lian twirled the beads to dodge, her steps were leisurely and leisurely, her clothes were free of wind, as if she had been struck by electricity.

Both of them had never gone all out before, Chong Xuan was trying to restrain his killing intent, Shi Lian was trying to hide his strength, but at this moment they were both like wind and snow, and their briskness was unmatched.Shen Zhongxuan's heart was slightly chilled, he had tried his best, but he still couldn't force Shi Lian's lower limit, I am afraid that only Meng Xing himself could make this person deal with it seriously.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, this was the first time they saw Shen Chongxuan's palm with such spare no effort, and Shi Lian's lightness kung fu with such ease.Song Zhubo stood with his hands behind his back, his thin lips moved slightly, and his fingers on the handle of the knife touched lightly.

"What's the matter with your apprentice, didn't you agree to step down after a formality?" Although Feng Henwan was blind, he had excellent hearing. Just by hearing the wind, he knew that Shen Chongxuan was not obedient, so he quickly pushed Meng Meng beside him. Wake up, "Quickly find a way to stop it."

Meng Xing also didn't expect that Zhongxuan would be so desperate. Zhongxuan has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted. He does not obey his words, but he will not obey his advice. This is the first time that Zhongxuan has not listened to his advice.

What's worse, he saw Shen Zhongxuan's every palm was aimed at Shi Lian's gate of life. If Shi Lian took a wrong step, he would either die or be injured——Yuan Yuan's killing intent was so intense, and as a teacher, he didn't care about it at all. I don't know.

"Yuan Yuan..." Feng Lin paused, then looked at Meng Xing, "He's testing Shi Lian's depth."

He is paving the way for you.

Shi Lian had never shown lightness kung fu before, but under Shen Chongxuan's palms so frequently, he had to use Buddha light kung fu, and Meng Xing only needed one glance to confirm the previous guess that Shi Lian was indeed a member of the Buddha.

Then, forcing Shi Lian to strike a palm, forcing Shi Lian to fight back, forcing Shi Lian to make a killing move?

Meng Xing felt cold in his heart.

Shi Lian raised her palm.

Facing palms together, Zhong Xuan's early smile froze in an instant.

——Shi Lian's inner strength is even stronger than him!

That palm was sharp and crisp, without the long and gentle feeling of ordinary monks. The moment they met, it was like a sea of ​​blood, with a deep and majestic killing intent. Shen Chongxuan couldn't get rid of the residual power of this palm even with a retreat of three feet.

Shi Lian was still smiling, he didn't get angry, he just fulfilled the wish of the little benefactor in front of him.

It's time to admit defeat, he has already exerted [-]% of his strength, no matter how stubborn the child is, he should retreat.

Shen Zhongxuan silently stopped his back steps. He was standing on the edge of the ring, almost toppled over. The moment he turned his head, the gushing blood broke through the encirclement from between his tightly closed lips and teeth, and splashed a large area on his white clothes. On the wrist, the wrist was twisted by an inch, and soon a large area swelled up.

Shi Lian forced her palms against him, and was also slightly injured. She turned her head slightly as if to return the salute, spat out a small mouthful of blood foam, and her smile remained the same.

"Shen Shaoxia is so powerful." Shi Lian bent her eyes and smiled, intending to find a step for Shen Shenxuan. It was just that he hadn't noticed that Shen Shenxuan didn't even have any strength left in his body, otherwise he wouldn't have hurt Shen Shenxuan. this level.

It should be unable to show the spirit again, what a pity.

Chong Xuan didn't accept this kindness.

His lips were covered with blood, but his complexion was pale. When he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his lips, the blood stained his sleeves.

"Come again." He pulled out the folded bib at his waist, the young man's voice was clear and clear, and his eyes were firm, "Looking at Zen Master, I will not hesitate to teach you."

Shi Lian's face was slightly cold, but his eyes were bright.

——Jian Ling.

Feng Henwan subconsciously tried to tease Meng Xing, but only felt cold in Meng Xing's palm.

Cen Mu backed away three feet and silently hid behind Feng Lin. Sure enough, in the silent crowd, he heard the beauty Taoist priest open his lips, and his voice was hoarse and sweet: "Are you looking for death?"

The next moment, Meng Xingfei got out of the crowd and drew the Jushuang sword half an inch out of its sheath, but saw Song Zhubo stepping over, with the horizontal knife in front, the knife was as bright as snow: "Idlers, please don't interfere."

"..." Meng Xing looked sideways, Shen Zhongxuan had already raised his sword, his eyes were as bright as stars, his body was bloody and deep, but more of it was still white and frosty, still a pure and clean youthful face, Always with ignorant and fearless determination, Meng Xing silently withdrew his sword, turned around and left, "Interfering ass."

Three inches of grass, boundless wood.

The strange rock is ruthless, but the vegetation has a heart.

What Zhebi refers to is full of vitality.

Shen Shen's white clothes win the snow, but they are above the spring. Shi Lian clasped his hands together, and there was a shocking blue wave in front of his eyes, but Shi Lian closed his eyes and chanted a Buddha's name. His body was like a towering mountain wall in winter, heavy with frost and snow , So the vegetation fades, and the spring flowers fade away.

The blood in Zhong Xuan's throat was scalding hot, and finally he couldn't bear it any longer, and he spat out another mouthful, only his teeth were full of fishy sweetness.

But the folding of bibi did not stop.

Even though the north wind is howling, cold as a knife, it cuts his clothes and skin inch by inch, blood seeps out from under the clothes, staining the clothes bit by bit, the white clothes are almost turned into blood clothes, it has not changed, the young man has a pure heart.

Zhong Xuan just held the sword with both hands, breaking the jade to reach the sky.

Qianli River and Wanren Mountain.

The boy walks away with a sword, and the strong wine warms his throat.

Thousands of years of spring and autumn, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, only the tip of his sword trembled slightly when he retracted his sleeves, and the mountains and rivers condensed into his sword body for a moment. Lian frowned slightly.

Both of them knew, even everyone who watched the battle knew that Zhong Xuan had run out of strength.

The wonder of Fuyun's body is well known in the world, and now the swordsman who fell to the ground after halfway through Fuyun's body was shocked for the first time.

However, Zhongxuan didn't even retain the internal strength of developing lightness kung fu, but still handed out the last sword before the fall, and finally pierced Shi Lian's shoulder blade. In an instant, the sound of people disappeared.

Zhong Xuan felt very tired, so tired that he couldn't feel the bloody pain.

His tendons seemed to be bursting inch by inch, flesh and blood were scrambling to burst out of the skin, and the folded wall in Zhong Xuan's hand had festered into dust, floating like smoke.

A drop of cold sweat rolled down the back of Shi Lian's neck.

He had never seen a child who fought so hard at the sword test meeting.

It's just a sword trial, not a duel to the death, it's clearly a hopeless dead end, why bother?

"Amitabha. Young Xia Shen, you can't hold on anymore."

Shi Lian's face was compassionate and gentle, and his monk's robe was still spotless. Like the previous few times, he always controlled his strength to a level where it seemed evenly matched, but in fact he was sure of victory.But this was the first time he persuaded someone to admit defeat, and it was also the first time he saw someone put himself in a life-and-death danger in an arena that was not life-threatening.

But the Jianling sword move is not over yet.

Chong Xuan leaned on the sword and half knelt, bowed his head and coughed up blood.

Shi Lian secretly sighed in her heart, as expected, Jian Ling still needs to see Meng Xing to make a move, Shen Chongxuan is still too young and not strong enough.

Song Zhubo took a step forward, his eyes glanced lightly at Shen Chongxuan's wounds, picked up the list beside him, and said, "Shi Liansheng in Huadu."

Shi Lian tapped the acupuncture points, stopped the sword wound on her shoulder for the time being, lowered her eyes and said: "Amitabha, let me go."

"I..." Shen Zhongxuan struggled to raise his head, and said with difficulty, "I still..."

A fly whisk suddenly covered his face, and Meng Xing's vicious voice came from above his head: "You're a fart!"

"..." Shen Zhongxuan wanted to hold on and force out a few more moves when suddenly he heard Meng Xing speak, subconsciously let go of his defenses, closed his eyes drowsily, and lost consciousness for a moment. Meng Xing grabbed the wooden sign from his waist and handed it to Song Zhubo, threateningly said: "Can you spit out some ivory, Yuan Yuan is still young."

Song Zhubo froze for a moment, then raised his head and glared at Meng Xing. Meng Xing suspected that he was going to write on his face "teaching people tireless peaches and plums fragrance", only to see that Song Zhubo finally engraved "Dao Xin" on the card like a teacher. For the word "firm", Meng Xing smacked his lips, hugged his apprentice and was about to step off the stage, Shi Lian proclaimed the Buddha's name behind him, and said: "Shen Shaoxia is talented and intelligent, with good bones, given time, he will become a famous hero. "

The sneer on Meng Xing's face was fleeting and he didn't look back.

"No, Pindao only wants him to be safe for the rest of his life."

The author has something to say: Shi Lian: Hold on, finish using Jianling before leaving.

Meng Xing: He really doesn't have a drop left.

Yuan Yuan: I also...

Meng Xing: What a fart you are!

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