Because of me, killing you is as easy as stepping on an ant.
Zeng Fang's words echoed in Lin Muyu's heart like a giant bell.
Yes, when you are not as strong as others, killing you is not as simple as trampling on ants.
Gently raising the corners of her mouth, Lin Muyu held the prairie fire sword tightly and said, "Then let's give it a try."
Without any warning, Zeng Fang suddenly drew his sword "call out" The sound of the sword tip breaking through the air was very harsh, and it suddenly launched four consecutive thrusts, leaving deep pits in the black tortoise shell and the dragon scale wall.
Lin Muyu took a few steps back.
His chest felt like a heavy blow.
The tortoise armor and the dragon scale wall almost collapsed in an instant.
He looked at Zeng Fang in shock.
This dude was much more tyrannical than Hua Wan, and Zeng Fang Fang stepped on the glass Ta Wuhun must have increased his attack power, and even had a strong "penetration" ability, because Lin Muyu's skin was stinging in waves, and the opponent's sword energy could actually inflict damage on him through the black tortoise armor and dragon scale wall. harm The Fengzi Jue of Yufeng Sword Technique was activated, and the Liaoyuan Sword followed the wind, blowing Zeng Fang's hair with a "crash" sound.
"Um" Zeng Fang was suddenly startled, and turned to one side in a hurry.
The prairie fire sword almost rubbed against the skin of his face, blood spattered, and a small wound appeared on the top.
"court death" Zengfang became angry in an instant.
He suddenly stepped on the ground with one foot and shouted: "Golden Bell Shield" Rays of golden light rose up in response, lingering around him, and his martial soul skills formed a shield.
Then, he made killing moves under the sword one after another.
His body swayed and took a few steps back.
He raised one hand, and the long sword actually flew into the air.
Okay, Zeng Fang closed his eyes, his whole body was trembling, fighting energy flowed through his veins, and with a low roar, dozens of long swords appeared in the air, and they stabbed Lin Muyu together.
"The Art of Ten Thousand Swords" Lin Muyu was horrified, and hurriedly activated the Qingyan Armor, holding the sword in both hands and quickly raised it to form a shield.
"铿铿铿" The deafening sound of gold and stone echoed endlessly, and almost all the sparring teachers involuntarily covered their ears.
When they looked again, Lin Muyu's black tortoise shell had collapsed, and the dragon scale wall was riddled with holes.
What was even worse was the green clothes on her body.
There were also perforations on his chest, and wisps of blood flowed out from his chest and arms.
Zeng Fang's attack was impossible for him to block.
Since you can't defend, you can only attack With a sudden movement of his heart, Lin Muyu raised his hand and four flying knives shot out with lightning.
It was the Demonic Sound Knife.
At the same time, he roared and gathered his true energy again.
Rays of lightning were concentrated in the prairie fire sword.
The spirit gourd's rays of light flourished.
The green vine rolled across the ground and headed straight for Zeng Fang's feet.
Zeng Fang sneered, raised his palm, and his fighting spirit turned into wind.
He fanned out with a "wow" sound.
Suddenly, the green vines were crushed directly.
Lin Muyu's attack could be blown away by the wind of fighting spirit alone.
This level of cultivation was too great.
Terrible But why did Lin Muyu's tricks reach this point?
Before Zengfang could feel proud, a warm current came from behind him, and the poisonous liquid "scare" Zeng Fang was startled and hurriedly moved over to avoid it.
However, he was focused on two things.
He saw the dazzling thunder and lightning from one side of his body.
Lin Muyu's lightning strike directly hit his waist.
When there was no way to hide, Zeng Fang's heart skipped a beat.
Heng, he gathered the three air armors together at his waist.
He heard a "peng" sound, and the electric current dissipated with the air.
Lin Muyu's determined blow still missed.
On the contrary, Zeng Fang brazenly kicked sideways in a series of kicks.
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The front part of his boots was made of steel, and they landed on Lin Muyu's chest in "puffy" directions.
"Swish, swish, swish"
After sliding back more than ten meters along the stone floor, Lin Muyu pressed down on the ground with one hand to stop the impact, but her fingers also left five tragic blood marks on the ground.
"Lin Zhi" Qin Ziling was shocked.
Lei Hong also squirmed his lips silently.
This young man's will and perseverance far exceeded his expectations.
Facing Zeng Fang who was crushing him with strength, he could still fight back and resist.
This was really not easy.
Qi and blood surged in his body, and Lin Muyu only felt a sweet taste in his throat, but he resisted spitting out the blood.
He must not admit defeat, otherwise he would have nowhere to gain a foothold in Lanyan City.
"call out" Amidst the screams, the four flying knives whirled rapidly.
As soon as Zengfang looked back, he counted the swords in succession and quickly knocked the four flying knives away one by one.
But what he didn't expect was that these four flying knives seemed to have spiritual powers.
They quickly gathered together to form a four-wheeled flying knife.
A wave of sound erupted in the air, and the magic sound knife quickly spun around and launched another fierce attack.
“It’s so annoying” Zeng Fang roared angrily and suddenly opened his palms.
Each finger was protected by the halo of the golden bell shield.
He actually wanted to catch the magic sound sword with his bare hands.
Lin Muyu stood on the spot, raising one hand, and the sound waves of the Demonic Sound Fist quickly exploded under the Demonic Sound Knife.
The sound of "Peng" caused the Demonic Sound Knife to tremble and change its trajectory.
As a result, it slashed along Zeng Fang's shoulder.
Got out "puff" There was another bloody mouth.
This was the second time Zeng Fang was injured.
"bastard" The red-faced Zeng Fang spun around and rushed towards Lin Muyu.
The golden light on the sword shone brightly, and the Wuhun Glazed Tower rose and fell rapidly, shrouding Lin Muyu in it like a prison cell.
Lin Muyu was heartbroken and hurriedly broke away, but she could hardly move her whole body.
"I still want to escape from my soul-locking tower."
Zeng Fang's handsome face was extremely distorted.
This boy named Lin Muyu made him suffer great humiliation.
A strong person in the heaven realm was actually raped by a person who cultivated in the earth realm.
Being injured was something he couldn't bear.
In the Soul Locking Tower, seeing Zeng Fang's killing blow about to come, Lin Muyu roared crazily, almost pumping up all the energy in his body, but he still couldn't break free.
At the critical moment, a burst of coercion suddenly fell from the air "stop" The fighting spirit aura of the Soul Locking Tower quickly disintegrated.
This energy was far stronger than Zeng Fang.
As a result, he and Lin Muyu looked up together, only to find the Archdeacon Lei Hong standing proudly in the sky, holding the power of the Holy Realm in his hands.
With unrivaled majesty, he said calmly: "This contest is over.
Lin Zhi managed to survive for a minute and officially became the Temple's Venus sparring partner."
Lin Muyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment, he felt like he was enveloped by death.
It is true that Zeng Fang had decided to kill him.
If Lei Hong hadn't taken action, his life would have been sealed here.
Lei Hong returned to his seat.
Deacon Ge Yang, who was not far away, slowly walked down the steps and came to Lin Muyu.
Then he took out a golden emblem and put it on his chest.
It was a gold star, which was the same as the gold star instructor.
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The difference is that the emblem of the Venus instructor is a sword in front of Venus, while Lin Muyu's is a shield, which well explains the role of the sparring teacher in defense.
"Okay, Lin Zhi is very skilled, and the young Marquis Zeng Fang is equally powerful and invincible.
This competition ends here."
Ge Yang was a good old man, and said with a smile in a trembling voice: "Congratulations to you, Lin Zhi, from now on you are the gold star sparring master of the temple.
As a salary, you can receive 100 gold coins from the warehouse every month.
Hey , You kid is very lucky, this kind of treatment is the same as that of a Venus instructor, so work hard."
Lin Muyu nodded and looked down.
There were a total of 11 sword holes and 8 wounds on his clothes.
Although they were not deep and could not be considered serious injuries, Zeng Fang's strength was too terrifying.
Zengfang was also looking at him from a distance, with a cruel smile on his lips, and said: "Just wait, I will come again to learn from you."
Lei Hong had already stood up and said: "The trial is over.
Next, Deacon Ge Yang will arrange the training tasks for this morning."
With that said, Lei Hong, the great deacon, had already walked away, while Ge Yang unfolded a scroll and announced in an old voice: "The morning's sparring will be Zheng Shanhe vs.
Lu Fang, Zhang Wei vs.
Lin Zhi, and Lei Ying.
To Liu Kai and Sun Wei to Qin Ziling" After reporting for a long time, he finally reported to Qin Ziling.
His opponent was called Sun Wei, which made him relieved: "Fortunately, it's Mr.
Sun Wei, the Iron Star instructor.
By the way, Lin Zhi, are your injuries okay?
You can continue training. "?"
"Can."
After Lin Muyu luckily healed his injuries, all the bleeding had stopped, but his clothes were covered with bloody sword holes, which looked a bit scary.
The only bad thing about him now was that his true energy was severely damaged, with less than 60% of it.
"Brother Lin Zhi, let's go this way" Zhang Wei was a cheerful person.
He put his arm around Lin Muyu's shoulders and walked to a trial room not far away.
The steel door was opened by a servant and the two of them went in.
Then they quickly closed the door, as if they were afraid that the ripples caused by the battle inside would affect it.
Others are average.
"You went through a wheel battle this morning, so you probably don't have much energy left," Zhang Wei asked with a smile.
Although he seemed to be a rough man with a hot temper, he was quite considerate.
Lin Muyu smiled gratefully: "There are still about 60% left."
"That's good, that's enough.
I'll just use 60% of my strength to train with you."
Zhang Wei raised his hand and summoned the Martial Soul Fire Bear.
The flames on his fists surged and he said with a smile: "I am practicing a boxing technique called Fierce Soul Fist.
The punch can move in all directions and see in all directions.
The punch is very powerful. , straight to straight, evolved from the fiery fist of the military god Xiang Wentian, and is very suitable for killing enemies on the battlefield."
Lin Muyu has already learned Zhang Wei's boxing skills, which are indeed strong, powerful and natural.
However, the Demonic Sound Fist he learned from Qu Chu focuses more on long-range attacks, but ignores close combat.
It seems that Zhang Wei's Fierce Soul Fist is just like that.
It makes up for the shortcomings of the Magic Sound Fist very well.
It is not about discussing with Zhang Wei, but more about learning.
"Sir Zhang Wei, can I fight you with boxing skills?"
Lin Muyu asked with a smile.
Zhang Wei nodded heartily: "Why not, there are only you and me in this trial room, no matter how you fight, there will be no problem."
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"Thank you very much" Soon, streaks of fire began to burst out in the trial room.
The two of them were going back and forth, having a great time practicing.
However, Lin Muyu's melee boxing skills were really scummy, and he was constantly being beaten, and could only rely on gourd defense to restore the situation.
"Peng" With one blow, the air flow surged, and Zhang Wei's horizontal fist was unexpectedly guessed and caught by this kid.
He couldn't help laughing and said: "It's so enjoyable, so enjoyable."
As he spoke, Zhang Wei raised the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile: "Brother Lin Zhi, how could you offend Zeng Fang, one of the twelve deacons?"
"I don't know either."
Lin Muyu looked careless and asked: "What is the background of Zeng Fang?
He is very strong, and he entered the temple and became a deacon at a young age.
He should have a good background."
“Not only does it have a great background” Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The empire is what it is now, thanks to Zeng Yifan, a famous general decades ago.
He led 50,000 imperial soldiers to defeat 170,000 rangers in the battle of Northern Liaoning.
He killed 100,000 enemies and captured 40,000 prisoners, relieving the crisis in the north in one fell swoop.
Later, he was worshiped as a national advisor by the current emperor, hailed as the god of the imperial army, and canonized as a divine lord, and this Zengfang is the son of the divine lord Zeng Yifan: