I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Hearing Lin Zhilong's nonsense again, Lin Zhihu couldn't help but laughed, then looked at the other side mockingly, and said, "You are so much nonsense, are you finished? Come and be beaten when you are finished."

Hearing Lin Zhihu's words, Lin Zhilong couldn't say a word. He narrowed his eyes, and a pair of Danfeng eyes stared at Lin Zhihu in front of him, and said in a cold tone: "Okay, I hope you can catch me. One trick is a masterpiece."

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Zhilong had already taken action.

If you make a move, you won't be merciful!

The Yuan Bing in Lin Zhilong’s hand is a slender long sword. The long sword is seven feet long. The body of the sword is silver-grey and silver-grey. The body is densely covered with blood-colored textures. to make.

Lin Zhilong’s feet were filled with vitality, and his toes were a little abruptly above the stone pillars in the water. With a bang, the whole person was already like a goshawk, soaring into the sky, leaping to the highest point in mid-air, at a height of ten meters, Lin Zhilong turned abruptly, swooping down, with a long sword in his hand, pointing straight at the forest tiger below.

Lin Zhilong was already superior in strength, but now he brazenly jumped into the air and used the inertia of the dive to strengthen the attack power of his long sword. Obviously, he wanted to complete his work and severely hit Lin Zhihu.

Lin Zhihu on the opposite side saw Lin Zhilong's fierce sword moves. Hearing the sharp sound of the long sword attacking and tearing the air, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and he just waited for Zhang Heng to give him a hint.

But at this moment, Lin Zhilong was coming, and his brother who inspired him with the sword in his hand was close at hand. If Lin Zhihu waited for Zhang Heng's reminder to react, he might have been pierced by Lin Zhilong's sharp sword before he could act.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhihu didn't hesitate anymore, and instantly condensed his mind, vitality gushing under his feet, and the same iron cyan seven-foot long sword suddenly stretched out in his hand.

Immediately after seeing the sword of Lin Zhilong in front of him, the sword in Lin Zhihu's hand suddenly appeared like a white crane with its wings, gently tapping on Lin Zhilong's fitness, and at the same time the vitality of his feet spurted out, and his toes lightly touched. The moment he sword Jian Yang bayonet in Lin Zhilong's hand, Lin Zhihu's arms shook, his figure suddenly resembling an ethereal white crane, instantly turned back and appeared three feet away.

But Lin Zhihu just landed and saw Lin Zhilong hit the spot with his sword. The stone pillar where Lin Zhihu was before was directly pierced with a deep hole by Lin Zhilong's sword.

At the same time, the huge vitality force gushes out from the sword in Lin Zhilong's hand, and instantly stirs up a huge wave on the water surface in the deep pool, which is as high as ten feet high, like a tower rising from the ground. The white jade city wall is magnificent.

The group of people who followed Lin Zhilong came to see Lin Zhilong's sword power, but their expressions were extremely relaxed, and their eyes were mostly admiring and admiring.

More people cheered loudly for Lin Zhilong.

But looking back at the waterside pavilion, Zhang Heng, Yi Shuixin and the little girl next door Lin Wanyi met, but there was almost no expression on their faces.

Instead, Lin Wanyi said: "A huge wave that inspires more than ten feet high, is this great? Why do those people seem to have seen a ghost? Make all kinds of expressions of admiration and admiration?"

Yi Shuixin listened, smiled slightly, and then said: "It's okay, so-so. Someone yells and screams when they see a wave of more than ten feet. It's actually okay. It's strange. After all, many people are short-sighted. I haven't seen a big world, I haven't made any enchanting genius."

"In the end, it's no surprise that someone treats stones as jewels and treats mediocre people as geniuses."

After Lin Wanyi and Yi Shuixin finished speaking, they couldn't help but take a look at Zhang Hen who was silent and calm.

Because the enchanting genius that the two of them had seen was Zhang Heng.

Just now, they had just seen Zhang Heng inspire a strange aura, directly inspiring a towering giant water column tens of feet high in the pool.

At this time, seeing the water waves struck by Lin Zhilong's sword, only a dozen high, naturally I looked down on it.

A group of people outside the water pavilion, when they saw it, they suddenly snorted and the expression on their faces was a bit ugly. I just listened to some of them saying: "Don't be ashamed of talking, and scornful! When Brother Lin defeated Lin Zhihu, we will ask you three brilliant moves one by one."

"At that time, we will have to see who is the mediocre, who is the genius, who is short-sighted, and who is the frog in the well!"

Zhang Heng completely ignored the conversation between several people, and did not hear it at all.

All his attention was focused on the duel between Lin Zhilong and Lin Zhihu in the pool.

In the instant that everyone was talking, Lin Zhilong and Lin Zhihu had already fought three moves.

The first move, Lin Zhihu turned over to avoid Lin Zhilong and dived with a sword.

The second move is that the big wave like a city wall has just fallen. After the snow-white wave, Lin Zhilong's slender long sword is ready to go. The long sword screams continuously, again like a goshawk, stabbing directly. Lin Zhihu's eyebrows.

Lin Zhihu had been prepared for a long time, and the long sword in his hand suddenly shook, like a white crane searching for food in the water, suddenly stabbing out of the sword in Lin Zhilong's hand.

Lin Zhihu's sword power is also as fast as lightning, but he does not have the slightest violence with the tip of his finger, and he has an elegant and calm temperament of his own.

Just looking at the demeanor and demeanor of the two of them, Lin Zhilong was fierce and violent, leaving no room for it, obviously falling behind.

But when the two swords intersected, there was a clear cry, and the sword in Lin Zhilong's hand continued to pierce forward Lin Zhihu's eyebrows.

But the sword in Lin Zhihu's hand trembled abruptly, and he was almost instantly hit by the huge vitality contained in the dragon sword of Lin Zhihu, and flew out of his hand.

Fortunately, Lin Zhihu reacted accordingly. He walked with the sword. The whole person suddenly looked like a white crane dancing. Following the sword, he suddenly became more and more like aside. He was filled with vitality under his feet, and ran fast above the pool. In the moment, he would not only evade. After Lin Zhilong's blow to the center of his eyebrows, he also ran a few meters away, once again opening the distance from Lin Zhilong's sword.

And when it came to the third move, Lin Zhilong hated Lin Zhihu's lightness, cunning, and not fighting with him. He suddenly trembled the thin sword infused with vitality in his hand, and suddenly, with a sword. Turned into three swords, the shadows of the three swords are difficult to distinguish, and at the same time, it enveloped Lin Zhihu's whole body to retreat, forcing Lin Zhihu and him to fight for strength and uniqueness.

After all, Lin Zhilong waited until the family had more resources to cultivate, and although the realm of bravery was no different from that of Lin Zhihu, it was obvious that Lin Zhilong's Dantian Qihai was more condensed and energetic.

At the same time, Lin Zhihu's realm of fascinating learning has reached great success, and naturally it is not comparable to Zhang Heng.

Sure enough, Lin Zhihu was inevitable, so he had to fight with Lin Zhilong with all his strength.

Under the full blow of the two, the two swords fought, and there was a sound of gold and iron.

With a puff, Lin Zhihu's fighting strength was invincible, and his vitality was immediately disordered, and he spouted a mouthful of blood. Even his right hand holding the sword, the tiger's mouth broke directly, and blood spattered.

Lin Zhilong didn't let out a cold snort when he saw it, and he said, "A must-do, not singing and dancing. You can easily win with a graceful posture and elegant temperament!"

"The two of us studied the same clan "Crane Dance Nine Heavens" almost at the same time. You were taught by your father, and I was my father."

"Now ten years have passed, the gap between the two of us is getting bigger and bigger, and I have learned from the children of my father's family, and almost crushed the children of your father's family."

"The same kind of "Crane Dance Nine Heavens" and two different directions of practice have created two different results."

"Don't you understand now? You have gone into the evil way!"

"The only reason why you are inferior to me is that there is a problem with the direction of what you have cultivated!"

"The reason why you lost to me is not because you are inferior to me, but because your father is inferior to my father. The unique "Crane Dance Nine Heavens" taught by your father is inferior to the unique "Crane Dance Nine Heavens" taught by my father!"

Lin Zhihu couldn't help being at a loss.

Seeing that last year, he could only be defeated by nine strokes against the opponent. Today, he and the opponent have only three strokes, and the defeat has been revealed. He could not help but secretly said in his heart: "Is it really like Lin Zhilong said, I There’s a problem with the direction of his practice."

"Is it really as he said, is my father's "Crane Dance Nine Heavens" not as good as Lin Zhilong's father's "Crane Dance Nine Heavens"?"

"If this is not the case, then why, the gap between me and him will become worse and wider?"

At this time, a group of people around me sneered and sneered: "The same jerk, some people use it as if a goshawk fights a rabbit with their hands, and some people use it, but it seems like a fist and embroidered legs, which is vulnerable! Really funny and funny!"

"Now that the two are facing each other, the three moves have just passed, and the outcome is clear. Is it possible that some people have to rely on others to dare not kill themselves, and entangle them, and refuse to admit defeat?"

Hearing everyone's ridicule, Lin Zihu's face turned red involuntarily, and he was ashamed and angry for a while.

Just as Lin Zhihu was about to collapse without fighting and voluntarily surrendered, he suddenly heard a long-awaited voice in his ears, and it came through clearly: "Don't be discouraged, believe me, you are not the fault of your practice. There is nothing wrong with the direction of the absolutism!"

"According to my prompts, I promise you will defeat Lin Zhilong within three moves."

Lin Zhihu was skeptical after hearing this. He knew the gap between himself and Lin Zhilong. If Zhang Heng could point him to a tie with Lin Zhilong, he still believed.

Now Zhang Heng actually said that he could defeat Lin Zhilong within three strokes. Lin Zhihu was indeed a little unbelievable.

At this moment, Zhang Heng's calm and confident voice was heard calmly again: "I know you doubt that I can't do it. You can try what I said first. If you can succeed, you will know if you will succeed."

But at this moment, Lin Zhilong on the opposite side spoke again. He looked at Lin Zhihu in front of him and said, "I think everyone is not only a brother, but also a family. That's why I show mercy to you. Just after the move, you are no longer my sword opponent."

"If you still don't admit defeat, do you still dream of turning defeat into victory and defeating me in one fell swoop?"