Spirit Dragon Sword Technique

"You're asking for death."

Lin Jinglei swung the broadsword in his hand horizontally, making a "swoosh" sound, and pointed forward at the same time, with a cold snort falling at the same time.

"Shua!"

"Shua!"

In the forest, two figures rushed towards each other, with a fierce momentum and no retreat. The sharp wind broke the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees and turned them into flying grass.

"Boom-"

As the two people collided with each other, a loud bang was heard, and a swift airflow spread rapidly around the two people, bringing a sharp cold light and rushing forward.

Although Lin Zheng held a wooden sword in his hand, his every move was accompanied by a sharp cold light, and there was an unbridled aura, which looked so sharp. In one go, even facing Lin Jinglei, who was in the seventh level of the body refining realm, he did not retreat.

"Hmph."

Lin Jinglei snorted coldly, and the broadsword in his hand suddenly changed. A visible blade light suddenly appeared and fell on Lin Zheng's head.

During the battle, Lin Zheng was not careless. Facing this sudden blade light, he did not dodge or evade. He just raised the wooden sword in his hand and blocked it in front of him. Then, with a "bang", a huge force came, causing his body to step back several steps.

At the same time, Lin Zheng's feet seemed to be cast in steel. The rocks under his feet cracked under the impact of the huge force, turning into stone chips and shooting around. Like a flying knife, it swept towards the surrounding mountains and forests, attacking the trees and jungles, making a "puff" sound, which sounded particularly clear in the ears.

Lin Zheng remained calm, holding the wooden sword in his right hand. The seemingly fragile wooden sword was as solid as a rock at this moment. Even facing the broadsword, there was no sign of bursting. Instead, they collided with each other, making a "bang bang" sound, echoing in the ears.

Seeing Lin Zheng blocking with his sword, Lin Jinglei's face was also a little surprised. He couldn't help but look over in disbelief. Then his expression did not change, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he uttered a low shout. The broadsword in his hand changed rapidly. At the moment when he put the sword back, another sword stabbed out and rushed over from the side.

"Huff..."

The sword light swept across the sky, bringing with it a sharp breath. Several cold lights rose in the air, piercing through the sky and swooping away into the distance.

"Dangdangdang!"

Lin Jinglei's attack was swift, and he chopped down one sword after another, forming a sword light several feet long in the air. Finally, it gathered together, and dozens of sword shadows broke through the sky and swept towards Lin Zheng one after another.

Facing Lin Jinglei's attack, Lin Zheng just raised the wooden sword in his hand, blasted out one sword after another, and smashed forward. The two sides collided with each other, and a "bang bang" sound was made, echoing in the ears.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard, causing Lin Zheng's body to retreat involuntarily. He pushed forward several steps on the ground, and finally stopped. The wooden sword in his hand pointed out horizontally and fell there, making a loud bang.

Lin Jinglei was overjoyed when he saw this. He shook the broadsword in his hand, and rushed to the distance with a tiger-like aura, making a "woohoo" sound that sounded crisply in his ears.

Feeling the sharp blade, Lin Zheng's face changed drastically. He shouted in his heart and retreated quickly. The wooden sword in his hand also danced, making a woohoo sound that quickly echoed in his ears.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A dull sound spread, and Lin Zheng fought and retreated. Wherever he passed, trees and bushes exploded, making a chaotic "rustling" sound, which kept rising and falling in his ears and echoed, sounding particularly clear.

Lin Jinglei showed no sign of weakness. He thrust his broadsword forward with a sharp cold light, rushing forward, making a rumbling sound that echoed in the ears and spread to all around.

"Hah!"

Suddenly, a low shout came from Lin Zheng's mouth, exploding in the forest like thunder.

"Huff." With a sound, the long sword in his hand danced with his body, emitting a sharp cold light, driving the branches and dead leaves around, making a rustling sound, which kept echoing at this moment, bringing a "buzzing" sound.

As Lin Zheng blasted out with a sword, large pieces of tree and grass debris seemed to burst out at this moment as if they were following his command, forming a curtain wall in the air, appearing majestically, accompanied by gusts of wind, and waves of ripples, rapidly fluctuating to all around. "Clang, clang...!"

"Hua La..."

The wooden sword quickly passed through his hand, bringing up a sharp cold light, and stood in front of him as he moved.

Beside him, countless grass debris flew by, carried by the invisible strong wind, and rolled up to make a hua La sound, as if another nameless big hand was waving, rippling waves, constantly spreading to the surroundings, bringing up countless ripples, and sweeping directly in the face.

"Hmm?"

Seeing this, Lin Jinglei stood there and stopped the attack in his hand. He couldn't help but look at it with some surprise, and his face couldn't help but have some surprise.

"This move is..."

Lin Jinglei muttered to himself, and his voice seemed to be a bit incredible, slowly coming out of his mouth, and rushed forward.

"...Spirit Dragon Sword Technique?"

After a long pause, Lin Jinglei just exclaimed, and at the same time his voice seemed to become sharper because of this.

After observing for a while, Lin Jinglei vaguely discovered that this sword technique was the sword technique that the young man in front of him relied on to gallop across Nanshan College a year ago.

"Hu...!"

Lin Zheng raised his head and let out a long sigh, feeling the power coming from all around his body. The long-lost power was re-infused into his body. Every part of his body seemed to have some kind of power. His right hand holding the wooden sword vibrated unnaturally, as if ready to strike out with a sword at any time.

"Spiritual Dragon Sword Technique!"

"Dragon Sitting on the Shallows."

After the long sigh, Lin Zheng stood with the sword in hand. In front of him, grass and branches were flying, setting off a series of long whistles. At the same time, there was a "buzzing" sound that kept echoing in his ears.

"Huff..."

As Lin Zheng finished speaking, the wind started to blow, and the strong wind poured in from all directions, bringing a rustling sound that echoed everywhere. There was only an unstoppable airflow that kept rising and falling in the middle, creating waves and ripples.

With a "dong" sound, Lin Zheng stepped forward, squatting on the ground, making a harsh sound, as if it was a thunder, suddenly rising.

At the same time, the wooden sword was pointed out in his hand, and rushed forward with an unstoppable breath.

In the sky, the grass and branches were driven by some force and kept rolling, forming a huge airflow, which appeared there in a mighty manner. When Lin Zheng pointed out the wooden sword and stabbed forward, a loud "bang" sound was heard.

In an instant, an unbridled breath came from his body, like a beast in the mountains, standing on the top of the mountain and roaring to the sky. That breath was daunting.

"Ba Dao Lei Jing."

When Lin Jinglei saw the long sword in Lin Zheng's hand change instantly and set off a trajectory in the air, his face gradually became solemn. He also slowly advanced the broadsword in his hand, dancing in the air and making a "chi chi" sound. There were faint thunders appearing on the broadsword, which looked particularly dazzling.

"Boom!"

"Bang."

At this time, both sides rushed towards each other, with an unstoppable airflow around them, rushing forward. Suddenly, there was a burst of sharp cold light, which suddenly appeared at this time, like thunder, rushing forward.

"Rumble rumble..."

"Chi la, chi la..."

The grass and branches, under Lin Zheng's control, were like a giant dragon ready to go, lingering there, as if ready to soar into the sky.

The broadsword in Lin Jinglei's hand was accompanied by lightning and thunder, making a "chi chi" sound, which sounded particularly clear in the ears, just like the thunder hidden in the sky, which sounded particularly clear and piercing.

Both sides were fierce and rushed into the sky from their respective directions, with an unparalleled aura, and rushed forward.

When Lin Zheng performed the Linglong Sword Technique, Lin Jinglei's broadsword made a "chi chi" sound, and a lightning sword aura also took shape in front of him.

"Boom."

"Boom boom..."

A loud noise came out, turning into a rumbling sound, which suddenly shook the sky and collided with each other in the mountains and forests.

For a while, the sound was like thunder, and the waves spread, causing the towering ancient trees around to shake continuously, as if carrying some unstoppable aura, which sounded particularly shocking.

This jungle seemed to be attacked by a storm, with all kinds of chaotic sounds, crackling and clacking non-stop, sounding particularly clear in the ears, as if thunder had spread and the sound was far away.

In an instant, loud noises began to appear in the places where Lin Zheng's eyes were, echoing in his ears continuously, as if it was the roar of thunder, exploding at this moment.

There were bursts of explosions in the center, without retreating, only thunderous sounds, constantly passing by the ears.

Lin Zheng and Lin Jinglei were the first to bear the brunt, their robes were blown up by the wind, making a rustling sound, constantly echoing in their ears.

"Swish!"

"Swish..."

The explosion lasted for about ten breaths, and in the end both sides withdrew and fell to the ground in the mist.

"Bang, bang." With two loud noises in a row, the body fell to the ground uncontrollably, making a loud bang.

"Brother Lin Zheng!"

Xiao Ling'er, who had been waiting on the side, saw this and her pretty face turned pale. She rushed out of the bushes and helped Lin Zheng, who was about to fall to the ground. At the same time, a few feet away, Lin Jinglei's body fell down and landed on the ground, making a loud "bang" sound that echoed in the mountains and forests.

"It's okay."

Helped up by Xiao Ling'er, Lin Zheng struggled to sit up, shook a few times and stood still, and waved his hand to signal the former to rest assured.

Then, Lin Zheng turned around, a smile appeared on his face, facing Lin Jinglei, who was lying there not far away, with a dull voice without any emotion, and it came out at this moment.

"Student Lin Zheng, thank you for your guidance, Teacher Lin."

"Teacher Lin is very capable, and the students admire him very much and benefited a lot from him."