Chapter 123： Fight Sword Eight

123 Battle Sword Eight

The eleventh team team played in the martial arts stadium.

Lin Tianyao and Gengmu Jianba stood opposite each other.

"You need to use your full strength this time, Captain Tianyao..." Gengmu Jianba took off his blindfold directly, releasing his solid yellow light pressure, waving his slashing sword , A mad look. "I have become stronger than last time."

"As you wish..." Lin Tianyao glanced lightly at Jian Mujian Ba. "I hope you can support it longer, otherwise this battle will be meaningless."

The voice did not fall, another supremacy, the strong spiritual pressure that made people surrender, rises from Lin Tian, ​​turbulent, mighty, and rushed to the sky. Fortunately, the enchantment has already been set around. Otherwise, the death of the entire Jingling Court might be as good as three days ago, kneeling down...

The airflow generated by the collision of the two spiritual pressures formed a strong hurricane that blew their feathers.

"Hahaha, yes! That's it! That's what makes it interesting!" Laughing, Gan Mujian felt that the blood in his body was boiling.

I saw that he did not hesitate to pull out the chopper blade from the waist, and slashed straight towards Lin Tianyao.

Lin Tianyao's expression did not fluctuate at all, but just greeted the other's blade, gently raised his white right hand, and the thumb, index finger, and **** spread slightly...

boom!

There was a crunch.

The razor-sharp sword was firmly clamped by Lin Tianyao's three fingers, and he couldn't get in.

Gengmu Jianba's eyes widened and he looked at this scene in disbelief.

"Carefully, if you don't attack with all your strength..." Lin Tianyao said lightly, putting his left hand on the hilt at his waist.

Just listening to "choking", the silver sword flashed.

Uh!

The pupil of Gengmujian eight shrank, and there were **** wounds on his chest immediately.

"Indeed, you are not someone else, there is no need to keep your hand on you." Without even caring about the wound on his chest, Mu Jian nodded and said. "Sometimes, with such a chance, I want to really cut your sword!"

When the words fell, he withdrew the chopping knife held by Lin Tianyao, holding the knife handle with both hands. Even more wooden sword eight is also very clear in his heart, if he does not use his full strength now, if he uses two hands to kendo, I am afraid that this battle will soon be over.

"Come and try to see if you can cut me." Lin Tianyao handed the sword handle of his long sword to his right hand, and lifted his left hand slightly to make a hook.

"Ah, I don't need you to say that, I will do the same!" Gengmu Jianba poses as a charge, at the same time, his whole body's spiritual pressure soars again...

Buzz!

The blade's trembling voice resounded over the Yanwuchang.

With the two-handed sword, the more wooden sword eight, the whole person seems to be transformed into a fierce shadow of the sword, rushing towards Lin Tianyao.

The look was plain, and Lin Tianyao's face did not have any extra emotions. He just turned his wrist holding the sword and turned it gently, the tip of the sword was facing the seemingly unstoppable sword eight, and he waved it from bottom to top.

A crescent-shaped sword pressure burst out.

Lin Tianyao, who was completely emancipated by spirit pressure, was no worse than the black crescent after the release of Kurosaki Ichigo in the original book.

However, Gengmu Jianba was also not a vegetarian. He saw a sudden stop in his footsteps, holding both hands of the slashing sword, and one fell.

boom!

Lin Tianyao's sword pressure was split by the wooden sword.

The strong spiritual pressure shock spreads all around, and the ground is instantly covered with cracks...

auzw.com Outside the Yanwuchang gate, everyone in the Eleven Fan team heard the loud noise.

Although they were extremely curious, none of them dared to rush in to see what was going on.

Because, a small and exquisite figure was sitting at the door, staring at everyone with a staring gaze. It was the deputy captain of the Eleven Fan Team, Caolu Baqianliu.

In Yanwuchang.

"Compared to the last time you met, you are indeed stronger." Lin Tianyao said his sword tip to the ground and said lightly.

"Is it?" Wen Yan, blood-stained Jianba, said with a grin. "I didn't even cut your clothes corner. If you praised me this way, I wouldn't be happy at all."

"As a reward, I will let you see the real swordsmanship." Then, Lin Tianyao closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened it again, his whole person's momentum suddenly changed, and the white clothes were flying, he was like An arrogant white cloud, misty and dusty, is elusive.

"Oh? Real Kendo?" Gengmu Jianba showed a very interested look.

Lin Tianyao, who does not use Kendo, is already as strong as he is, so to what extent he will reach after using it, even more wooden sword eight is looking forward to this.

However, at the same time as his words fell, Lin Tianyao made his sword again.

The misty sword power made Gengmu Jianba unable to resist, and did not even know how to resist...

With the accumulation of blood stains on the wooden sword eight, Lin Tianyao's sword became more and more misty and beautiful.

Deadly beauty.

Suddenly, Gan Mujian's eyes widened, staring straight at the opposite.

In his astonished eyes, there was a touch of Qianying, a touch of familiar and strange Qianying...

A black hair with ink, beautiful face.

But he played against himself thousands of years ago, and now the captain of the Sifan team, Mao Zhihua!

But at this time, she was dressed in white, and she was not holding a sword, but a silver-white long sword.

This is just a phantom, not real...

Gengmu Jianba reacted in an instant, but he couldn't guard against it, and couldn't stop it. He could only watch the other party seeing his spiritual shield as nothing, and came to him lightly.

Raise the sword and stab it.

puff!

A sword through the body.

The tip of the sword emerged from the center of the more clavicle.

Splashing blood.

The figure disappeared.

The scene in front of him completely surpassed the imagination of Gengmu Jianba. He knew that this was not Lin Tianyao's ability to cut the soul, but the other's sword move. Only, just sword moves...

"What kind of kendo is this?" Gengmu Jian fell to the ground with eight wounds, blood stained on the ground.

"Tian Wai Fei Xian." The name of the trick was expressed in a peculiar tone. Lin Tianyao's eyes were a little lost.

It turns out that as long as it is the woman in her heart, she can be constructed...

Is it because you understand the sentimental kendo?

"The grudges between you and Liejie have been cancelled from now on."

The words fell, and Lin Tianyao's figure had completely disappeared in the sight of Ken Mujian.