Chapter 190 Defeating Ten Thousand Sword One

Lin Lang was injured? !

This news spread like a plague, and within a short period of time, there was a lot of commotion in the circle of warriors.

"I just said that there is no such strong person in this world. It turns out that he was still injured."

"Injury, I think he is holding on. We all saw Wan Jianyi's unique move, how could it be resolved so easily." Bai Cheng said in a neutral tone.

Wan Jianyi's unique move was not useless, at least it hurt the kid. Although on the surface, the injury was only minor, but who knows what's going on inside.

Fortunately, everyone could see that Lin Lang was injured, otherwise they would definitely treat Lin Lang as an old monster who had cultivated for thousands of years.

"Fortunately, alright, although he is evil, he is not the kind of evil beyond recognition."

Wan Jianyi also breathed a sigh of relief, if his trick was really blocked by Lin Youye so easily, he would definitely turn around and run away.

Lu Huowu was beside her, but her heart was raised in her throat. After getting along for so long, he knew that Lin Lang had never been the one to lose or not to lose. On the surface, he was not injured, but he might have been seriously injured to support him.

"Don't worry about anything." Lu Huowu prayed secretly in her heart.

"I just said that no one can be unscathed by Tiannan's sword. Presumably this kid paid a lot to block my move."

Although Wan Jianyi was shocked, at least he regained some confidence.

Although Lin Youye was strong, he wouldn't just be caught without a fight.

"It's always been you who made the move, now it's me." Lin Lang said lightly.

With Lin Lang's words, all the guesses and doubts disappeared. Although he was injured, he was not powerless.

"Just what I want!"

"Let this old man also come to experience your unique skills."

Wan Jian was not weak at all, and took a step forward calmly. It seemed that the sentence just now that you can stop me and I will surrender did not come from his mouth.

The confrontation between the masters has always been false, and he is not sure whether Lin Lang is cheating him.

In other words, he didn't want to miss what he thought was an opportunity.

Everything... has to be called again.

Wan Jianyi held the sword again and flew forward to fight Lin Lang.

Ping! pong!

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, it was the sound made by Tian Jiang's sword colliding with Lin Lang's body.

Although there is a peerless move ahead, it does not mean that Wan Jianyi has no resistance. Different from ordinary warriors, the dark energy in the body of the Huajing Grandmaster is more than ten times stronger, and even if some of it is consumed, it will be replenished soon.

However, Anjin can only be regarded as a kind of heaven and earth aura, and it is still far from being able to really contact Lin Lang. After all, one is aura and the other is a variant of aura. The innate gap is enough to become a problem.

"After all, he is injured, and I am healthy, and I can consume more than him." Wan Jianyi thought to himself.

Slowly, beads of sweat continued to flow from the top of Wan Jianyi's head. Although the reserve of dark energy in the master's body was astonishing, he was never out of the human realm, and his physical strength would eventually be exhausted.

"Hold on a little longer."

Wan Jianyi thought to himself, at this moment, he was already at the end of his strength, and he was persevering only with perseverance. He felt that he might persevere until Lin Lang exhausted his strength.

On the other hand, Lin Lang not only had a long breath, but was still alive and well, and he didn't seem to be exhausted after fighting for a long time.

Gradually, Wan Jianyi couldn't hold on any longer. A pair of brows were furrowed, panting.

No matter how capable he is, let alone the consumption of dark energy, swinging an iron sword always requires strength.

He can't even consume this kind of consumption!

"He doesn't look hurt at all!"

Wan Jianyi was deeply astonished, and the intention to retreat gradually sprouted in his heart.

But how could Lin Lang let him go, the more he fought, the more brave he was, with both hands and feet, but he didn't see any disadvantages when facing sharp weapons.

He threw forward a beautiful whip leg, Wan Jianyi couldn't dodge, and was kicked in the head by Lin Lang.

Wan Jianyi's head was in a state of confusion after being kicked, and he stretched out his hand to press his temple, and then he came back to his senses.

He was a swordsman after all, he couldn't let go of the iron sword in his hand, and swung it at Lin Lang again to kill him.

"If this set of sword skills can't test his depth again, I have to temporarily give up my plan to avenge Fang Mu boy." Wan Jianyi thought to himself.

Although this set of swordsmanship is not as good as his ultimate move, it is the crystallization of his enlightenment over the past ten years. It belongs to the kind of swordsmanship at the bottom of the box, and he has never used it once in normal times.

Wan Jian held his breath and concentrated, his whole mind fell into a state of being helpless. In his thoughts, there was no Lin Lang, no fighting scenes, only the word "sword" flowing repeatedly.

Wan Jianyi slowly raised his hand, then slowly raised his sword, and stabbed forward like a slow-motion replay.

But it is such an extremely slow sword, but in the eyes of others, it is extremely fast, even faster than a bullet.

This is the fast sword, a kind of extreme fast sword!

In terms of kendo attainments and sword speed, Wan Jianyi is ranked first in the world, and no one dares to be second.

It was this kind of speed that made Wan Jianyi's whole temperament change, becoming sharp.

Everyone had the illusion that the sword was coming straight for their throats, but in fact, the point of the sword was pointing at Lin Lang's throat. Leaving aside the power, almost no one in the world can react to such a sword.

Wan Jianyi is absolutely sure of this.

When he opened his eyes again, he found a scene that shocked him immensely.

I saw Lin Lang holding the tip of the sword with one hand. The sword, which was cut like clay, fell into Lin Lang's hand like a paper toy. With a slight twist, the hundred-year-old sword made of meteoric iron was bent away.

"You're not hurt!"

Wan Jian's pupils shrank and his hairs stood up backwards.

It was only now that he realized that Lin Youye didn't look injured, he was simply acting for him.

It was only then that he realized that with Lin Lang's physique, it was impossible for him to be injured by a blow with all his strength.

The ending was doomed from the beginning. It's a pity...it's too late.

Lin Lang waved his fist silently, and a loud elephant chant seemed to come from ancient times, shaking Wan Jianyi's brain into chaos.

Under the horrified eyes of countless people, a wide and narrow pillar with several people hugging it fell from the sky, and stepped Wan Jianyi into the ground.

People who are further away may still be able to see clearly that it is just a golden elephant leg, and in the other three distant directions, each has an elephant leg like Optimus Prime.

Jinxia dispersed, Wan Jianyi had already vomited blood, his face was pale and unhuman, what was noticeable was his body, chest and limbs collapsed, his whole body was flattened in a circle, as if being run over by a steamroller.

After the first type of Golden Elephant, Wan Jianyi was seriously injured and had no strength to resist!

Wan Jianyi turned his eyes to the sky, lying on the ground like a dead body,

"Fang Mu boy, I'm incompetent as a teacher, I can't avenge you, I can only go down to accompany you."

He smiled miserably, as if a hero was at the end of his life.

Up to now, he has both regret and powerlessness, and he has mixed feelings in his heart.

But before he died, he still wanted to ask the last sentence.

"Why are you pretending to be injured? Is it just to tease the old man?" Wan Jian said angrily.

A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated, and he has his pride even among hateful people. Even more so as a guru.

"I don't need to humiliate you, the fisherman and the fish, there will be a day when we can be honest, I might as well let the fish take the bait earlier." Lin Lang shook his head.

Wan Jianyi could faintly understand something in his heart, spit out the last mouthful of painstaking efforts, and tilted his head powerlessly to the side.

The old devil who had been in China for many years passed away with hatred today.

Lin Lang didn't even look at Wan Jianyi's body, the two of them had the same position, and it would not be unfair to die at his hands.

After a while, Lin Lang turned his head slowly and looked at Bai Mu and the others.

Now, it's time to do the math!