Sword God

Lin Shanhou's brows were slightly wrinkled, and the sharp, cold voice seemed a bit familiar, and I heard it somewhere.

Immediately, when two black shadows crossed the walls of Linshan Courtyard like black clouds and floated up, Linshan's face changed, and he finally remembered it.

"How dare you come to Benhou's place." Linshan was angry.

This person is the pseudo transcendent realm of Mo Feng Tang who lost both battles with him not long ago.

"There is nothing in the world where I dare not go." The black-robed man headed with a grin and a harsh voice.

"Since it's here, don't want to go back to the Devil Wind Hall alive." Lin Shanhou sneered, his eyes shot fiercely.

Everyone was horrified.

Mo Feng Tang!

The three words are very sensitive, immediately alert everyone, have a sharp eye, and bring some killing opportunities.

Mo Feng Tang is messing around, and now it's too arrogant to dare to appear here blatantly.

Wu Shanhou also widened his eyes, and shot a fierce killing opportunity, locking the black robe person Yin Luosheng.

"Since I dare to come, I have to take the whole body and retreat, you can't stay with me." Yin Luosheng laughed, he sounded very uncomfortable, but this is the case.

In front of the Pseudo Transcendent Realm, even dozens of True Martial Realms joined forces and could not help them, coming and going freely. The same Pseudo Transcendent Realm may be able to do it if you want to defeat each other, but it is extremely difficult to kill each other Even if there are two pseudo-transcendent realms, if the other party wants to escape, it will at most pay a price.

This is also the reason why Lin Shanhou didn't shoot directly. He has fought against this man, and he won both defeats.

"What purpose?" Lin Shanhou calmed himself down.

"It's worthy of being a prince." Yin Luo smiled strangely, listening like praise and irony: "It's very simple, I brought my disciple to come and fight with your disciple."

"Gambling..." Linshan was puzzled.

"Gambling!" Situ Zhanzhan and other people in Silver Knife Castle were shocked. They thought that the people of Mofengtang would also come to compete for prestige skills at the ground level.

Everyone was even more surprised, and another came to Linshanhou novice disciple. Chen Zong was very helpless, and he became the target again.

A cold and sharp eye fell on Chen Zong through the black robe. Chen Zong looked over but couldn't clearly see the figure under the black robe.

"My disciple is still weak, but his combat strength is not three-star." Lin Shanhou frowned slightly, and he didn't understand what the devil's guy was doing.

"My disciple's own combat strength does not exceed three stars." Yin Luosheng specifically explained: "My disciple wins, Tianluo Mountain belongs to my demon wind hall, you can't interfere with it by any means when you are on the mountain, your The disciple wins, and Mofengtang will never step into Linshan County for half a step."

It only says that Linshan is not allowed to interfere, and it does not say about other forces. The first reason is that Linshan County is under Linshanhou’s jurisdiction. Only Linshanhou has this right. Second, even if other forces want to interfere, Mofengtang Not in the eyes.

This bet is not a small one.

If you fail, Mofengtang will enter Linshan County brightly and develop and grow. Dividing the territory of Linshan County and embezzling the resources of Linshan County will not be a good thing for any forces in Linshan County.

However, although the Mofengtang has not yet grown in Linshan County, it has been searching around, which has caused a lot of impact. It is not clear where they are and it is not easy to deal with.

If he wins, Mofengtang will completely withdraw from Linshan County, and will no longer take half a step since then, which will not affect the forces.

Both the advantages and disadvantages are straightforward and obvious.

Lin Shanhou did not immediately answer, weighing the pros and cons.

The significance of this gambling war is different from that of Silverblade Castle, and it must be treated with caution.

Yin Luosheng didn't urge it, waiting quietly, and there was a trace of coldness around him.

Wu Shanhou also stood on the side without opening. Although he did not deal with Lin Shanhou, in this case, how to choose him was clear and his position was clear.

If he was not sure, he would have shot and killed this black robe.

However, now look at Linshanhou's choice.

Many eyes fell on Lin Shanhou's face, which made Lin Shanhou feel a kind of pressure, as if invisible, with a lot of heavy shoulders.

"Of course, you can also choose to shoot me." Yin Luosheng suddenly laughed, not half afraid, since he dared to come here, he took full control of his body and retreated.

"Master, but it's up to you to decide." Chen Zong bowed to the sight of Lin Shanhou's eyes.

"In this case, then fight." Lin Shanhou made a decision directly.

"Hou Ye is so bold." Yin Luo laughed strangely.

"Wait a moment." Duan Zhixing suddenly opened his mouth and stood up to address Lin Shanhou: "Hou Ye, it's a matter of importance.

"Hey, are you planning a wheel fight or are you going to join forces?" Yin Luosheng's words were full of ridicule and made people blush.

"Thank you, Lord Duanzhuang, but Chen Zong will be the only one to fight this battle." Lin Shanhou said.

In the final analysis, Yin Luosheng's gambling battle was his disciples and Linshanhou's disciples, not others. Linshanhou promised, and he could not violate it.

The warrior world has the rules of the warrior world. This has nothing to do with cultivation and status. Of course, some people will obey, and some will not.

Linshanhou will obey, this is his own character.

"Fight against me and be prepared for death." Yin Luosheng's disciples spoke, and his voice and Yin Luosheng had a way. They looked cold and a little murderous. It seemed to cover Chen Zong through the air, and the wind hit.

Taking steps, Yin Luosheng's disciples approached, the cold breath became stronger, the wind blew, and the surrounding air temperature dropped rapidly.

"It's not me who will die." Chen Zong responded unswervingly, pulled out the Red Thunder Sword and Gu Que Sword, and walked slowly toward the other party. Under the footsteps, his body was lifted, and his edge was amazing.

Everyone stared at them with wide eyes, and felt from the breath alone that the cultivation practice of Lin Zong disciple Chen Zong was the peak of the eight-turn practice in the realm of energy. Yes, it was the peak of the eight-turn, not the late stage of the eight-turn.

The cultivation practice of Yin Luosheng's disciples was in the early days of the ninth turn.

Two super geniuses.

Yang Tianzhao was quite helpless. Originally this was supposed to be a battle between him and Chen Zong. Wu Shanhou was also somewhat stunned. Originally he was a troublemaker, but now he has become a bystander.

However, if you look at it, it’s clear how strong your disciples are, but you don’t know what the strength of Linshanhou’s disciples is. You can see clearly in this battle. Low, you can see at a glance.

The disciples of Chen Zong and Yin Luosheng kept approaching each other, within a dozen meters or so. In an instant, both of them entered the state of unity of spirit and spirit, and Chen Zong could feel that the unity of spirit and spirit of the other party also reached a state of perfection.

When the distance was shortened to ten meters, Yin Luosheng's disciples suddenly erupted, as if a black wind roared and swept through. The speed was extremely fast, and it was amazingly cold, like a roar of dark wind.

Chen Zong only felt the black shadow flicker in front of him, and he had crossed the ten meters for convenience. This speed was not much more than that of his own shocking steps. His wide black robe sleeves waved and brought a burst of cyclones. A burst of black light radiated from it, which was a palm print.

The palm print is black, with a high degree of internal strength and terrible power. It can shatter the steel with one palm and press hard against Chen Zong's chest. The highly concentrated palm pressure directly compresses and collapses the air under the palm. Then, Chen Zong could feel the terrible power contained in it. If he was hit by this palm, he wouldn't be able to resist it even if he was his own body.

Quickly, suddenly, and violently, Chen Zong didn't panic, never shy away, and broke his sword.

Like a red lightning that tears through the sky, kills with amazing edge and domineering, and stabs at the opponent's face.

It seems that it is the same practice, but the disciples of Yin Luosheng have to dodge.

Although one palm can hit Chen Zong, but not necessarily kill, and he was stabbed with a sword, the probability of death is greater.

The decisive palm quickly flew back like a black cloud, and Chen Zong's sword pursued tightly, traversed a dazzling light, and suddenly accelerated, piercing the other side.

Unexpectedly, it was just a ghost.

At the moment when the sword pierced the opponent, Chen Zong knew that it had failed, and he did not hesitate to turn around. Gu Quejian took the majestic momentum like the suppression of mountains.

The disciple of Yin Luosheng was appearing under Gu Que Jian, as if he had been sent to Chen Zongjian to wait for his death. His arms were raised and his internal energy was poured into it.

Jin Tie's symphony was harsh, and Chen Zong could feel the shock from Gu Quejian.

"Death!" Yin Luosheng's disciple resisted Gu Quejian's slash in one hand, and took the opportunity to pierce through the sleeve of his robe, like a snake coming out of the hole.

A heartbreak!

Before he was so energetic, Chen Zong already felt his heart beating like a shock, beating violently.

The sky is broken... the dragon sword!

After Xiuwei reached the peak of the eighth turn, Chen Zong's internal strength became more powerful and sharper, pouring into the red thunder sword, the dragon roared, the sword light was vigorous, and turned into a red flying dragon. Yin Luosheng disciple.

Three-star extreme combat power!

Both Chen Zong and Mo Fengtang's Yin Luosheng disciples have a three-star limit.

Yin Luosheng's disciples have a three-star ultimate combat power, everyone is not surprised, if not, it is strange, but they all heard about the gathering half a month ago, Chen Zong's combat power, only reached the three-star peak, just half In the month time, it has reached the three-star limit, this improvement is too amazing.

"If you give this child more time, isn't it..."

"At least four stars are inevitable."

The three-star limit of combat power can only be ruled in a county, and can only be famous in a state, but in the entire dynasty, it is nothing. The stage of the young genius of the entire dynasty.

It can be said that Chen Zong now has the qualification to set foot on the genius stage of the younger generation of the dynasty. The difference is only some time. According to the potential shown by Chen Zong, this time will not be too long.

Lin Shanhou looked calm, because he already knew that Chen Zong had a three-star limit, and it was not as simple as the ordinary three-star limit.