Comprehensive Martial Arts: Starting the Game in Snow Moon City

Wushuang's words were very decisive.

But his eyes were always wandering.

What a joke, who is this person in front of me?

That was the free and easy swordsman Lin Heng who defeated Luo Qingyang, broke through Tianqi City, and killed the people in Anhe!

If Wushuang wasn't afraid that he would never have another chance in this life, he wouldn't want to challenge Lin Heng at this time.

"Since Xiaoyao Sword Immortal is leaving the Sword World, please give me this opportunity."

Lin Heng seemed to have anticipated what Wushuang wanted to say.

"You are young and fearless. It's okay for you to ask about the sword. But if you don't even have the confidence to pick up the sword, then I will be disappointed."

"Draw your sword first, let me see how far you have come."

Wushuang was overjoyed and nodded vigorously immediately.

He suddenly opened the Wushuang sword box, and twelve flying swords flew out immediately.

Wushuang took a deep breath.

He still remembered the terrible scene when he first met Lin Heng.

Whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, Wushuang would think of the fear that came from the bottom of his heart.

He suddenly came to his senses, and his eyes gradually became more determined.

Now that you have decided to move on, you shouldn't be trapped by your inner demons.

He stretched out two fingers and channeled his true energy into them.

With a wave of his hand, the swords in the Wushuang sword box responded one after another.

There was a sharp sword sound.

"Cloud shuttle, blue frost, phoenix flute, red leaves, butterfly, absolute shadow, breaking catastrophe, killing life, jade ruyi, soft around fingers, cang, vast!"

He kept calling out the names of the twelve flying swords.

He used his true energy to mobilize them and flew straight towards Lin Heng.

Lin Heng sighed slightly.

"Is this the best you can do? Wushuang?"

"I heard that you have already broken through the realm of Sword Immortal. Are you reluctant to use your most powerful sword?"

As soon as Lin Heng finished speaking, a powerful sword energy surged around his body.

Suddenly rushed out in all directions.

The twelve unparalleled flying swords surrounded Lin Heng, and were suddenly blown away by Lin Heng's sword energy.

In just a moment, he returned to Wushuang's Wushuang sword box.

Wushuang couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Before this, his sword-wielding skills had never suffered such a setback.

However, Wushuang quickly calmed down.

"Of course there are more than just these. I also have the thirteenth sword."

Wushuang slapped open the Wushuang sword case with a "snap" sound, and a dark red long sword suddenly flew out from it.

As soon as Wushuang's hand touched the sword, a ball of flame seemed to burn immediately at the tip of the sword.

A crisp sword sound immediately came from the sword head, accompanied by bursts of flames rising into the sky.

Wushuang's sword was also suspended in the air, generating a very powerful sword energy, with a violent force and a hint of bloody and violent aura.

Lin Heng looked up and saw a phoenix rising from the flames in the air.

"Ming Zhuque, the fact that you were able to pull it out shows that your swordsmanship has greatly improved."

Wushuang's eyes flashed scarlet.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the Ming Vermillion Bird.

"Then Xiaoyao Sword Immortal, wait and see if my sword can break the mountains and rivers."

Lin Heng shook his head helplessly.

I can only say that there is still a long way to go.

"Not to mention the Ming Dynasty Suzaku, even the Heaven Slashing Sword is still not qualified in front of me."

“Sometimes, it’s not only about the sword you hold, but also about whether the person holding the sword can exert his greatest power.”

You must know that the Sword God Li Chungang had no sword in his hand at the beginning, but he was still able to exert the power of opening the sky gate with one sword.

Although there is no sword in his hand, the sword intent can be felt between his turning his hands and covering them.

That means no sword is better than a sword.

But not all swordsmen in the world are Li Chungang.

Wushuang swung his sword fiercely at Lin Heng, using all his strength.

The Ming Dynasty Vermillion Bird was wrapped in flames and suddenly slashed down from above with a very domineering posture.

A hissing sound was heard, resounding through the sky.

Even before the sword arrived, he could already feel a burning, fiery aura.

Seeing that the sword was already in front of him, Lin Heng did not move at all.

He didn't even draw out the Mountain and River Sword, he just stretched out two fingers and pointed them lightly forward.

A powerful true energy emanated from Lin Heng's fingertips.

This sword energy slowly condensed into the phantom of a sword, and this sword instantly stood across the Ming Dynasty's Suzaku.

The Great Pearl Bird was burning with flames all over its body, trying to burn everything to ashes.

However, when the raging flames encountered Lin Heng's sword, their momentum suddenly weakened.

It was as if it had encountered ice that had not melted for a thousand years, and a puff of smoke slowly emerged.

Wushuang took two breaths.

His eyes gradually turned red.

The true energy in the body is gradually becoming uncontrollable.

Wushuang not only has to supply the Ming Dynasty's Suzaku true energy, but also has to donate a part of his own blood and energy.

He only felt immense pain, as if his will was being taken away.

However, Wushuang struggled to break free with all his strength, and his eyes suddenly became clear again.

"How could I, Wushuang, be controlled by a sword?"

He clasped his hands in front of his chest and shook them out violently.

Suddenly, the Ming Dynasty Vermillion Bird was attached with Wushuang's will and soared upwards.

After accumulating sword power, he swooped down fiercely.

With unstoppable deterrence and destructive power.

Seeing this, Lin Heng simply stretched out his other hand.

A stream of internal force was pushed out from between the palms, as if condensing into a drop of water.

However, the next moment, the water droplets turned into several sharp blades and collided directly with the Ming Dynasty Suzaku.

The two forces confronted each other, and Wushuang only felt a sense of exhaustion.

He pushed all the energy in his body downwards fiercely.

But I found that no matter what I did, I couldn't move forward.

Cold sweat began to appear on Wushuang's forehead.

He gradually felt his power being suppressed.

The Ming Dynasty's Suzaku gradually returned to calm.

When Wushuang looked up, he saw that Lin Heng hadn't even moved from beginning to end.

The Ming Dynasty Suzaku suddenly lost its luster, Wushuang also suddenly lost his strength and fell to his knees on the ground.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand and sighed heavily.

"It still doesn't work! My strength is still too weak."

Wushuang was secretly annoyed.

I have been practicing sword skills for so long, why can't I even block one sword strike?

"I lost, Xiaoyao Sword Immortal. You didn't even use your sword. I... I really didn't have any chance of winning."

Lin Heng put his hands behind his back.

Seeing Wushuang so discouraged, he asked back.

"How do you know I didn't even use my sword?"

"Just now I transformed the power in my palm into a sharp blade. This is the Water Condensation Sword Technique. Although I didn't draw my sword, my palm was filled with sword intent."

"Besides, the Ming Suzaku is a demonic sword. You should be thankful that you defeated it with that move just now, instead of it controlling you."

"Since you have already taken this step today, why did you suddenly lose your will to fight?!"