Chapter 187 Big Leaf Seventy-Two Forms

Everyone said these words, but their eyes were fixed on the two people in the battle circle.

Especially Xu Zhan, his eyes were staring straight. No one under Bai Mu was his opponent, but when placed on the two of them in front of him, which one was not the role to hang him.

On the field, in the blink of an eye, Lin Lang and Lin Lang had exchanged dozens of moves, Lin Lang had no disadvantages, and Wan Jianyi had no advantage.

Evenly matched!

"Boy, you are indeed a bit capable. You have been able to fight me until now in hand-to-hand combat."

As soon as Wan Jian pushed forward with a palm, the light seemed to be unable to keep up with his speed, leaving only afterimages on the spot that would not be able to dissipate in the future.

From a distance, Wan Jianyi at this time seemed to be Avalokitesvara with thousands of hands, his entire upper body was covered with arms except his head.

The arm moves, and countless palm prints strike forward, making it difficult to distinguish which one is the real attack.

Although Wan Jianyi is not good at palm technique, but the subtlety of this hand is comparable to Bai Mu's unique skill. If it were someone else, they would have been unable to distinguish the real attack route for a long time.

Lin Lang's eyes were piercing, and occasionally sparse purple awns flashed by. Wan Jianyi's palm technique is difficult, but Wan Jianyi's real body can be found every time.

For a moment, the two were stunned and could do nothing to each other.

"Fortunately, I didn't do anything to him at the beginning, otherwise my life would be over."

Xu Zhan took a deep breath, looked at Lin Lang's figure, and felt very complicated.

If he had known that Lin Lang had such abilities, he would not have offended such a terrifying powerhouse just because of a small prescription.

Now he can only hope that Wan Jianyi can defeat Lin Lang. Otherwise, there will be good fruits for him to eat.

As for the audience, the pot has already exploded.

"Oh my god, he was able to fight against Senior Wan Jianyi, how old is he, he doesn't look more than twenty years old!"

Everyone below was shocked. The older warriors felt as if they were old enough to live like a dog.

"What is this? Wan Jianyi hasn't drawn his sword yet. He's just warming up now."

"Hmph, wait until Senior Wan exerts his strength, Lin Youye will definitely not have to fight!" Someone also sneered.

Wan Jianyi is good at swords, and he is using the palm technique at this time, which proves that he has retained a lot of strength. The sword is the head of cold weapons, no matter how powerful a person is, it will be the same as cutting with a knife and a sword.

What's more, for a master of swords like Wan Jianyi, the sword in his hand must be a magical weapon that cuts iron like mud.

"You do have some strength, but if that's all, then you'd better die."

Wan Jianyi's indifferent voice sounded.

At some point, Wan Jianyi's hand suddenly appeared with a sword exuding an ice-blue light.

Wan Jian held a five-foot long sword in one hand, and his aura changed drastically. At this time, he was like a sharp blade in his hand, cold and unkind.

"Perhaps this is the swordsman."

Of the hundreds of warriors present, none of them saw clearly when the sword was unsheathed.

At this moment, Wan Jianyi made a bold move, and the five-foot green front turned into continuous sword moves, attacking Lin Lang.

It was obviously a five-foot hard sword, but it fell into his hands like a soft sword in the breeze, like a swimming snake, constantly swimming around Lin Lang's body.

Lin Lang does not have any advantage in terms of cultivation, and he is also not as good as the opponent in terms of weapons. Almost all the disadvantages in the field have been concentrated on him.

Almost no one is optimistic about Lin Lang, and they don't think he can survive Wan Jianyi's sword move.

Lin Lang didn't care about these, but just said a sentence silently in his mouth.

"Daye's seventy-two moves, I will see the light of day again today."

At this time, if he knew what other people were thinking, he would definitely deny it. Who said that fighting with fists and swords must be a disadvantage?

In fact, it is not the case. In the world of immortal cultivators, all battles can be called fighting skills. Fighting skills and fighting skills are all about cultivation and Taoism. As for weapons and the like, they are just a means of exercising Taoism.

The Almighty can destroy thousands of stars with a single finger, so what's the use of dancing your sword in front of others. What is fighting is the profound cultivation base, or the understanding of supernatural powers.

I saw Lin Lang standing peacefully, and before Wan Jianyi arrived, his pace was as steady as Mount Tai, and his hands waved accordingly.

In the haze, countless people seemed to see a world with a hazy fairy air, it was a leaf that was big enough to cover the sky and the sun.

Above the leaves is a vast group of palaces, with flying beams and painted buildings, and high palaces. In the middle of the open space, there are countless men and women in classical costumes standing with their hands behind their backs.

Lin Lang's first punch was thrown forward, and countless men and women also shot together, uniformly, and the hitting position was exactly the same as where Lin Lang's fist landed.

Daye Xianzong, hundreds of thousands of disciples all perform martial arts together.

"What the hell is this?"

Wan Jianyi could also vaguely glimpse the scene of performing martial arts, but it didn't have any substantial impact on him, so he simply didn't take it to heart.

I saw Lin Lang waving his fists, and he got up and went forward. In his previous life, he had practiced the Daye Seventy-two Form for nearly ten years, and the subtlety of it was easily grasped in his hands.

"Come to fight! This old man is here to try out how special your boxing technique is."

Wan Jian let out a loud shout, waving the sword and pointing forward continuously, the point of the sword passing by seemed to be dotted with stars.

Daye's Seventy-Two Styles are the kings of melee combat, while Wan Jianyi has been a swordsman since he was a child, and has been studying swordsmanship for decades, and his cultivation is even more stable in the late stage of transformation.

For a while, it was evenly matched with Lin Lang.

The two fought fiercely from the top of ten thousand Buddhas to the top of thousand Buddhas.

The two of them are fine, but the nearby vegetation, bricks and tiles have suffered. Trees have fallen, bricks and tiles have been shattered, the sword energy is densely distributed, and the ground is also full of holes.

Fortunately, the place where the two fought was not the Wanfoding Palace, otherwise this historical site with a history of more than a thousand years might be destroyed today.

"Refreshing!" Lin Lang exclaimed, feeling warm all over.

Since his rebirth, it had been a long time since anyone had been able to fight him so happily. Even when he faced Xiao Zhengning at that time, he still directly crushed him with his cultivation.

All the unhappiness in the past was left behind by him at this moment.

war! war! war!

The longer the battle, the more confusing the steps under Lin Lang's feet became, and he also developed all the true advantages of Daye's seventy-two styles.

Wan Jianyi is also not weak, a long sword, sharp and wanton.

At this moment, Wan Jianyi suddenly changed his moves and dodged backwards, making Lin Lang's attack miss.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand kept stabbing forward, not to hurt Lin Lang, as if it was just to kill the air.

An astonishing sword intent spread out, reaching its peak at this moment.