Martial World

Lin Ming stood in front of Qin Xingxuan and slowly put down the soup bowl in his hand, "I heard from you guys just now that you want to sweep the Thirty-Six Nations, I'm really looking forward to it, I'll just stand here, you guys can try it out. + ? (.+bsp;\\s*”

"Haha, this idiot thinks he is a big clove of garlic. Come on, brothers, fulfill his wish and sweep this idiot out like a rubbish sweeper." The one who spoke was a warrior in Tsing Yi, thinking that he might not be able to fight alone. But, let's go together, if you don't believe me, you won't be tortured to death.

Following a strange cry from the Tsing Yi martial artist, the four of them rushed out together. Lin Ming stood on the spot. Not only did he not dodge, he closed his eyes instead.

The blue-clothed warrior didn't know what Lin Ming was up to, but seeing that his sword was about to land on Lin Ming's face, the corner of the blue-clothed warrior's mouth filled with a sinister smile, today must break your look!

Seeing that their attack was about to fall, Lin Ming suddenly opened his eyes and swept away.

The black vortex quietly bloomed like a black lotus, swallowing everything around it, and the Samsara martial arts erupted. At once, countless illusions poured into the minds of the four warriors. The four of them were shaken, and the sea of ​​​​spirits set off a monstrous wave. , the self-consciousness was washed into a mess. The attacks in their hands could no longer fall, their eyes became dull and dull, and their pupils lost focus.

"Puff! Puff!"

The four warriors fell to the ground like dead dogs, foaming at the mouth, their bodies trembling as if they had epilepsy.

Ouyang looked dumbfounded, and brought down four people with just one look? How did he do it?

Subconsciously clenching the hilt of the sword, Ouyang looked at Lin Ming with a hint of fear.

Those who were watching the excitement in the hall also immediately noticed Lin Ming, where did this kid come from. Although the strength of the four guys just now wasn't very good, they were also warriors at the pinnacle of bone forging.

"It's kind of interesting." A young man who had reached the early stage of pulse condensation was drinking leisurely, looking at Lin Ming with a look of interest. It was incredible that a warrior from thirty-six countries could achieve such strength. .

To these four warriors. Lin Ming kept his hand, of course he couldn't really make them into idiots, but it was enough for them. The sea of ​​​​spirit has been damaged, and it will not take ten days and a half to recover.

Seeing to kick the iron plate. Ouyang's face was very ugly, but so many people in the Nanhua Building were watching, and many of them were disciples of other branches of the Seven Profound Valley. If he became a tortoise today, these people would definitely return to the sect to spread the word. The seven major branches of the sect each compete for a breath.

But if the non-dominant is still cleaned up, it will be a big shame.

He bit his head and said, "Boy. Don't play tricks in front of me! You just performed a soul attack, right? If you are proficient in this attack method and the difference in strength is not big, you can kill it in seconds, but if you encounter someone stronger than you , but it is of no use at all. Instead, you will be attacked, which does not mean how strong you are."

After all, Ouyang was born in a great sect and had a lot of knowledge. In a few words, he was right about Lin Ming's Samsara Martial Art. However, the effect of Samsara Martial Art was much stronger than Ouyang expected. It was just that Lin Ming had not fully developed it yet.

"If you can take this trick from me, my defeat will be convincing."

As Ouyang spoke, a strange purple fire ignited all over his body, and the flames were burning fiercely. However, what made people feel strange was that the flames were not only not hot, but a chilly air rushed towards his face. The table behind him, the floor under his feet. , soon formed a layer of purple ice, and after a while, the table and chairs wrapped in the purple ice turned into ashes inconceivably, as if there was fire in the ice.

This is the move that Ouyang only realized when he reached the fourth stage of "Hehuan Magic" - Ziyan Bone Spear, which consumes a lot of real energy. come out.

Lin Ming put his hands behind his back and stood on the spot, letting Ouyang gain momentum, he had no intention of attacking.

The scorching purple flames took five or six breaths before slowly condensing into a purple bone spear on Ouyang's right hand.

Ouyang's complexion also became extremely pale. "Acacia Magic" are all yin and cold moves, and they will consume a lot of blood essence of the caster, so he has to harvest yin to replenish yang, and use a woman's yin to make up for it. make up.

Ouyang, who had condensed the purple bone spear, had obviously reached his limit, like a thin old man with a sledgehammer weighing twenty to thirty pounds, and he could no longer control it.

"Death!" Ouyang spit out this word with difficulty, the purple bone spear in his hand was affecting the endless purple flames, and when he was about to throw it out with difficulty, Lin Ming shook his head and sighed, "Is it finally done? I can wait. The dishes are cold, you can also use this kind of move to kill the enemy? It's been done long ago."

"You..." Ouyang was agitated by Lin Ming's sarcasm, and he almost couldn't control the bone spear in his hand. He really couldn't use this move in actual combat, because Ouyang had just broken through the fourth level of "Hehuan Divine Art", the Ziyan Bone Spear was fundamentally If the control is not good, a thin old man uses a sledgehammer to fight the enemy. It will take half a day to swing it. Not only will he not be able to hit anyone, he may even twist his waist and smash his feet.

The reason why Ouyang used this trick to deal with Lin Ming was because he thought that Lin Ming had a high self-esteem, and asked him to accept this trick.

"You...don't you dare to pick it up!?" Ouyang used the aggressive method, he almost squeezed these words out of his teeth, his face became paler, and it was not easy for him to speak now .

Lin Ming seemed to have heard a very funny joke and said with a smile, "Why should I take it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black light flashed in his eyes, and the black vortex silently shrouded Ouyang.

"boom!"

Ouyang only felt that his head exploded in an instant, and countless information illusions poured into the sea of ​​​​spirits. He was already close to the limit and he had no resistance at all. He was shocked and fell directly, and the purple in his hand. The Flame Bone Spear lost the control of Ouyang's soul power, and it dissipated with a whimper.

The bone spear turned into a purple fire that was yin to cold, and flew in all directions.

If these icy flames were shot out, it would probably destroy the entire restaurant, and even Ouyang, who had lost consciousness, would suffer.

At this moment, a man in black rushed out from the second floor, waved his hand, and a powerful airflow vortex appeared out of nowhere, and all the purple flames were rolled up and received into his hands, compressed into a whole body of purple and black. The ball, and then the man in black swung it casually, and the purple-black ball shot out like an arrow, breaking the window, shooting straight into the sky, and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

Lin Ming had discovered this man in black long ago. From the beginning of the conflict, he had appeared on the second floor and stood by. Lin Ming guessed that he was a master of Nanhua Building. Such a big restaurant opened in such a sensitive place. , how could there be no masters in charge.

The surrounding audience didn't expect this outcome. They were waiting to see how Lin Ming cracked the Ziyan Bone Spear, but they didn't expect that he didn't speak of a master style at all, and he started before Ouyang threw the Bone Spear out. If the man in black hadn't rescued the scene, Ouyang would have been burned to death by the Ziyan he released.

The man in black frowned and looked at Lin Ming. This man's cultivation was at the peak of the day after tomorrow, not much worse than Qin Ziya.

"Boy, you are cruel enough. If I hadn't shot in time, you wouldn't even want to leave Nanhua Building today."

Lin Ming smiled apologetically and said, "Senior is already ready to go. If you think about it, you won't sit and watch the important disciples of the Hehuan Sect die in Nanhua Building. Otherwise, Nanhua Building will not have less trouble than me."

The man in black looked stiff, but he couldn't think of anything to refute Lin Ming. In the end, he could only snort heavily to express his dissatisfaction. This young man is really a lunatic. What? He didn't think that Lin Ming himself could save the scene when the purple flames were overflowing.

"However, this guy can find me, but it is also a skill. His soul power is really powerful. It is probably born with a high-grade fifth-grade, or even a sixth-grade low-grade soul talent." When he arrived at the realm of returning to the original and returning to the real, he had also glimpsed some ways. Just now, he was standing on the second floor hiding his breath, but he didn't want to be discovered by Lin Ming.

The man in black gave Lin Ming a deep look, then turned to leave.

At this time, several of Ouyang's companions who had been dazed by Lin Ming had woken up. They saw Ouyang lying on the ground like a dead dog, his neck shrank, resisting the headache, pulled Ouyang up, and left in despair. Lin Ming didn't even dare to look at it.

The eyes of the surrounding warriors fell on Lin Ming, with different expressions.

"A warrior who is proficient in soul power is really rare. I can't think of a decent genius from the thirty-six countries."

The martial artist who speaks has reached the pulse-condensing stage and has the capital to be proud. As Ouyang said, soul attacks may even cause instant kills when their strength is similar, but to deal with people whose strength exceeds their own, it is possible to rashly use soul attacks. was attacked.

"Don't underestimate him, he just solved four peak bone-forging warriors at the same time, the strength of soul power is amazing, maybe there is a sixth-grade soul talent, I don't think he is the warrior who first entered the pulse condensation stage opponent."

"Yeah, but at most it's in the top 150. Before the 150th, it was at least the early stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm, and they were all geniuses far beyond the same level of warriors."

The warriors in the Nanhua Building were discussing with their true essence voice transmission. Some of them had already secretly memorized Lin Ming's appearance and were ready to inform the clan or sect.

At this time, in a private room on the second floor of the Nanhua Building, a man in Tsing Yi was drinking wine calmly, his face expressionless, as if the fierce battle downstairs just now was not in the same time and space as him.

"This kid is interesting."

In front of the man in Tsing Yi, there is also a man in purple clothes. In the middle stage of cultivation base, he carries a four-foot long sword on his back. Even if many swordsmen have Xumi Jie, they are willing to carry the sword on their back to run in. The tacit understanding between himself and the sword.

(To be continued)