Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The rain seemed to stop suddenly in fright!

Murderous intent is surging.

When a young man becomes murderous, the heavens and the earth turn upside down!

In the dark night, a light suddenly burst out, it was the light of the sword coming out of the wooden box, like the whiteness of a ray of hope in the endless darkness!

In the box, the sword comes out!

Standing in front of the pavilion, Lin Yun's eyes tightened at this moment, a feeling of excitement, a feeling of dilated pores, made his blood flow faster.

Hum——

The sound of the sword's chant is dazzling!

Accompanied by the sharp sword cutting through the rain curtain, the sound of the raindrops being cut in half!

high speed!

The sword is ruthless!

In one sword, there is full of murderous intent!

The sudden change of the situation made the atmosphere of Jiaofangsi, a charming place, suddenly become chilling!

The sword has a spirit, let alone the sword used by Xuanyuan Taihua like "Liansheng"!

As if sensing Fang Lang's hard-to-disguise murderous intent, Lian Sheng's sword trembled slightly, as if the sword's edge was hidden in the rainy night, and there was no longer any concealment!

Sword drawing!

Fang Lang walked from Qianfei Pavilion all the way to Jiaofangsi, and then to the Chunmei Courtyard. At this moment, the sword power he had accumulated completely exploded!

Like thunder on the ground, the whole courtyard is full of noise!

The oiran of Chunmei Courtyard, who was close to Lao Fang, screamed, and hugged Lao Fang's neck tightly, her delicate and charming face was completely pale with no blood.

Lao Fang subconsciously embraced the slender waist of the oiran girl, feeling smooth and tender, but his eyes were fixed on Fang Lang who drew the sword!

boom!

The pavilion is under construction.

Lin Yun's eyes flickered with excitement. Seeing Fang Lang take the initiative to draw his sword, he didn't retreat!

Instead, he stepped out with one step, and his body smashed into the beaded water curtain watered by the eaves of the pavilion. The aura on his body vibrated regularly, and every inch of his skin trembled, blowing the raindrops on his body into misty powder!

He grasped the hilt of the rusted iron sword on his back and pulled it out fiercely.

Ding! ! !

The sound of swords colliding with swords spread.

Sway the crooked raindrops falling from the night sky a little.

The two swords collided, and the blades rubbed against each other, sparks splashed everywhere!

Lin Yun grinned like a tiger looking for prey. The rusty iron sword in his hand slammed down violently, sending Fang Lang flying, and Lin Yun's forceful and heavy sword suddenly hit the bluestone in front of the pavilion.

A wave of air spread in a circle, and the bluestone on the ground was split.

"I practice Dongluba Sword Art! My sword is the most overbearing! So I must untie the knot in my heart!"

"Fang Lang! I remember you are a seventh-level swordsman, right?"

"I'll defeat you with seven levels of strength!"

Lin Yun remembered that Fang Lang was in the seventh stage. He had teased Luojiang Academy's Lying Yinghuo before, and Fang Lang had introduced it when he supported Lying Yinghuo.

He was afraid that he would explode as a sword master, so Fang Lang wouldn't fight him!

Lin Yun seldom loses, let alone someone like Fang Lang, who is obviously much weaker than him.

He really couldn't afford to lose, dissatisfied, and unhappy emotions even turned into knots in his heart, which affected the practice of Ba Jianshu. Therefore, this time, he planned to defeat Fang Lang while using his aura and cultivation base, so that Good idea!

Only in this way can the road of future practice be unimpeded!

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows, remained silent, and slashed across the rain-filled courtyard with Lingxu sword steps, creating a wave of conical waves.

Lin Yun stepped down and swung the rusty epee in his hand again. The water droplets adhering to the rusty sword shot out and exploded into powder mist.

Fang Lang's eyes were cold, no matter what Lin Yun's purpose was, this time... Fang Lang didn't just want to make Lin Yun's chest bloom with bloody flowers.

When it's time to shine your fangs, you should shine!

He wasn't afraid of killing people, he was just afraid of trouble.

but……

It doesn't mean he doesn't dare to kill.

...

Inside the pavilion.

The burly figure sat quietly, pouring wine for himself, while quietly watching the fight under the rain curtain in the courtyard.

He has great confidence in Lin Yun. Although Lin Yun lost the swordsmanship competition in the ring, it does not mean that Lin Yun is not as powerful as Fang Lang.

On the contrary, if he uses aura, Lin Yun will learn from Donglu Sword Master's Domineering Sword, and his combat power will be greatly increased!

He didn't intervene, this was a battle for Lin Yun to get rid of the knot in his heart and maintain a clear mind, if he intervened on purpose, it would cause trouble.

The burly figure took a sip of wine with a meaningful smile on his face.

In fact, Lin Yun himself may not have known that Lin Yun was able to come to Luojiang City this time, but the relationship behind it was very complicated, and even Donglu Sword Master was involved, because the Sword Master acquiesced to Lin Yun's behavior.

The entire Tang Dynasty knows that Donglu Sword Master is now standing in support of the third prince in the battle for the crown prince, and the third prince has enmity with the Jiang family, and even the rivalry in the imperial capital has gradually surfaced without concealing it .

Why did the proud daughter of the Jiang family come to Luojiang City alone?

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong walked so close, knew the four seasons swordsmanship, and took the Liansheng Sword, which was deeply involved with the Jiang family.

All these things naturally attracted the attention of the faction of the third prince, who suspected that Fang Lang was the backhand left by the Jiang family outside the imperial capital!

Therefore, Lin Yun's entry into Luojiang City this time was not only to resolve personal grievances, but also to find out what the Jiang family's purpose was.

As for the Jianshu Sect, they didn't hurt Fang Beihe at all, they just used him to attract Fang Lang, and they didn't snatch the Liansheng Sword.

Therefore, Chao Xiaojian had no reason to make a move.

Someone will always fall victim to the collision of two giant ships.

If Fang Lang was to blame... he could only blame bad luck.

"Zi Liu" drank the wine in his glass, the burly figure looked at the shadow of the sword under the rain, squinted and smiled.

"Good wine."

Wine is good when you have a good show.

...

Ding ding ding!

The swords of the two kept colliding!

In the rainy night of the night, sparks burst out continuously and flickering!

Spiritual Qi burst out, and Lin Yun swung his sword continuously, and the sword became more and more domineering.

Fang Lang has simply compared swordsmanship with Lin Yun, and he still has a little impression of Lin Yun's swordsmanship.

But now, with the blessing of spiritual energy, the power of Lin Yun's sword has increased exponentially!

Lin Yun didn't underestimate anything, his spirit was tense to the extreme, and he showed the viciousness of breaking through Donglu Yaoque. Every time he swung the rusty iron sword, it was a deadly killing intent!

"Seven dans against seven dans! I will defeat you!"

Lin Yun yelled.

He wants to beat Fang Lang upright and make his thoughts clear!

Crash!

The rusty iron sword swept across violently, swiping the sword smoothly, as if cutting through the rain curtain falling from the sky and the earth, the trajectory was extremely beautiful, the strength was strong but contained a restrained force!

Fang Lang jumped up, the aura circulated rapidly in his body, his toes touched the raindrops, and a fluffy water mist exploded.

Fang Lang's face was expressionless, his body was drenched by the rain, his hair trembled, and the raindrops burst, his eyes widened, and he was holding a lotus with one hand, but now he was holding a sword with both hands.

After staying in the air for a short time, a bright brilliance flashed out from the sword in his hand, and he slashed towards Lin Yun!

The rain seems to be stagnant, and time seems to stand still!

Lin Yun's pupils dilated, and the next moment, his nerves spread with excitement. This scene seemed familiar!

In the Shushan arena, Fang Lang also rose into the air, and then turned the situation around, completely crushing Lin Yun!

The same scene, but this time, Lin Yun won't lose again!

"Bajian... Thunderbolt!"

The spiritual energy suppressed to the seventh stage in Lin Yun's body made a loud noise like a turbulent wave.

On the rusty sword in his hand, there was a slight arc of lightning beating!

This is Donglu Juggernaut's famous sword skill, Domineering Sword and Thunderbolt!

Boom!

It seemed that there were two muffled thunderclaps coming from the dark clouds and rain in the night sky!

On the rusty sword, there is a thunder arc flashing!

There were two thunderclaps in a row!

One overwhelms one!

This is already the limit that a seventh-level swordsman can achieve!

With a sharp slash, a series of fan-shaped sword faces were swept out in the rain curtain, surrounded by roaring thunder, and slashed towards Fang Lang's waist!

If it hits the target, Fang Lang may be chopped off from the waist, and the blood will spill all over the viscera and intestines!

The battle of cultivators is a battle of life and death!

Fang Lang's eyes were sharp.

Lin Yun's domineering sword was reflected in his pupils, and he burst out with boundless murderous aura!

What he was waiting for...is this time!

When Lin Yun's seventh-level swordsman's strength is pushed to the extreme and he cannot quickly change his cultivation level!

Fang Lang's aura suddenly accelerated!

Has been suppressed at the seventh stage, digging a hole to guide Lin Yun's cultivation level to explode at this moment!

Don't hide it anymore, eighth-level swordsman!

Switch Jiang Linglong's bond status!

The sudden increase in strength, and the resulting contrast, concealed Fang Lang's murderous intent!

If Fang Lang wanted to kill Lin Yun, he had to guard against the burly figure in the distance, so he had to have this calculation.

boom!

The Liansheng sword suppressed Lin Yun's rusty sword.

Fang Lang raised his other hand, his thumb touched his middle finger, and he flicked Jianbo!

When a drop of rain fell, Fang Lang's middle finger popped out suddenly, blowing the raindrop that happened to fall to pieces.

The misty water mist spread, and the invisible sword wave twisted and hit the sword curtain swept by Lin Yun!

Boom! ! !

The collision of swords and swords, and then the collision of Jianbo and Thunder!

The endless raindrops pouring down from the night sky were all shocked at this moment.

In the small courtyard of Chunmei, there seemed to be thousands of raindrops, which exploded into mist!

In the water mist, Lin Yun was shocked, stunned, and finally turned into shameful and angry eyes!

grass!

Aren't you a seventh-segment swordsman? !

You Fang Lang... don't talk about martial arts!

But Fang Lang was always indifferent and expressionless.

"How did I ever say... I'm still a seventh-level swordsman?"

Boom!

The ground trembled slightly.

The thunder on Lin Yun's sword was annihilated by Jian Bo, and Lin Yun's rusty epee crushed by Lian Sheng's sword hit the ground hard!

Fang Lang was as light as a swallow, and he kicked Lin Yun's epee, causing Lin Yun's epee to drop and hit the ground.

The body is like a snake entwined, and he raises his hand, with the thumb touching the middle finger, like a finger of a Buddha holding a flower, hanging in front of Lin Yun's forehead.

Facing Lin Yun's frightened and angry face, Fang Lang didn't hesitate at all.

Snap your fingers, headshot.

puff!

There was a muffled sound.

Jianbo exploded!

Lin Yun's head was thrown back by the impact of the huge force, and countless rainwater exploded, wrapped in blood and broken flesh, his body flew upside down, fell to the ground, and splashed three feet of accumulated water into waves.

When Fang Lang landed, his body turned around, his blue shirt flew up, he threw off countless raindrops, dragged the Liansheng sword, and swooped towards Lin Yun who was still slipping expressionlessly.

Headshots, not enough.

Not safe enough.

He... still needs to make up a sword!

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