One Person: Revitalize the Sword Sect, Start with the Sword Challenge of the Ten Lords

Zhao Guizhen felt the other party's overwhelming pressure and a trace of anxiety surged in his heart.

But before he could catch his breath, Ye Lin had already pressed forward, and the golden dragon spear turned into a stream of light and rushed towards him.

At this moment, Zhao Guizhen's mind was shocked, and the talisman that had been prepared in his hand rose up. He quickly recited a Taoist spell, and the talisman turned into fireflies in the air and quickly merged into the red dragon.

"Roar--!"

A shrill dragon roar shook the entire world.

Zhao Guizhen's flaming red dragon suddenly tumbled from its original decline, and once again emitted a fiery and dazzling light, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, with powerful and new strength, pointing directly at Ye Lin.

Ye Lin frowned slightly, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Although the opponent's attack was swift and fierce, he felt at this moment the incomparable power contained in the powerful man, and behind it was an unyielding fighting spirit.

This aroused a fighting spirit in his heart.

However, reality did not allow him to think too much, and he remained calm and composed.

Taking advantage of the moment when the red dragon's momentum rose again, Ye Lin slapped his spear fiercely. The tip of the spear trembled slightly as if it had a spirit, and emitted an even more dazzling golden light, instantly forming a new golden dragon image, protecting him.

"Zhao Guizhen, your tricks are not good enough."

Ye Lin smiled slightly, his voice filled with a reassuring confidence and gentleness.

The two dragons faced each other, and flames and light intertwined into a bizarre scene. The surrounding trees and rocks were shattered and turned into flying dust.

Zhao Guizhen gritted his teeth, knowing that he had to try his best this time and not allow any mistakes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, concentrated his mind, used talismans to bless the flames, and silently prayed in his heart that this time his power could break through the limit.

Ye Lin stood still in the center of the aura, like a stabilizing force, adjusting his breathing and not rushing to attack. He waited, with the patience of a hunter, waiting for the moment when his prey would reveal a flaw.

In this chaos, he seemed to see a hint of fatigue in Zhao Guizhen's expression, and he understood it without a doubt.

"Just in time!"

Ye Lin roared, and the Golden Dragon Spear burst out with tremendous impact force, like a flood bursting through a dam, sweeping away Zhao Guizhen's last line of defense.

The two forces collided with each other, and the light that shot up into the sky made it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

Zhao Guizhen groaned, his breath became disordered, and he could hardly keep his body steady.

Ye Lin took advantage of the situation and moved forward, his spear slicing an elegant yet deadly arc through the air, aiming directly at the opponent's vital points. At this moment, Zhao Guizhen finally realized that he was at a disadvantage in both strength and state of mind.

In a flash, he took a step back with difficulty, avoiding Ye Lin's final attack, but he also clearly realized that the outcome of this duel had already been decided.

The moment Zhao Guizhen retreated, his heart was filled with unacceptable bitterness. This failure that he was unwilling to admit was like a heavy stone pressing on his heart.

He had never imagined that one day he would be defeated by a junior like Ye Lin. He asked himself countless times in his heart how this could be possible, but the reality was cruel and clear before his eyes.

"It can't end like this!"

Zhao Guizhen was shouting wildly in his heart. Suddenly, as if determined, he reached into his arms and threw out all the remaining Taoist talismans without hesitation.

"Burn your boats and make no mistakes!"

He shook off the last trace of cowardice in his heart, determined to fight with all his strength. As the talisman transformed into tiny starlight and merged into his body, Zhao Guizhen's body began to become illusory. Yellow light gushed out of his body crazily, as if his body was burning with an unquenchable flame.

"Ye Lin, this battle is not over yet!"

He attacked Ye Lin again, his fierce attack was unstoppable.

Ye Lin met Zhao Guizhen's attack coldly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He stepped back slightly to avoid the attack from the center of the yellow light, and felt his clothes tear apart at that moment. He couldn't help but sigh in admiration:

"interesting."

It was as easy as pie. With a word "Interesting", Ye Lin did not flinch. He shook his spear and the golden dragon shadow flew out again, turning into a majestic dragon power and heading straight for Zhao Guizhen.

The Golden Dragon Spear seemed to have a life of its own in his hand. Rays of golden light gathered at the tip of the spear, forming an indestructible barrier as solid as a rock.

The two forces collided again, and it seemed that there was only a confrontation between gold and yellow between heaven and earth. The sound of the collision was like thunder, shaking the surrounding rocks and raising dust.

Although the golden dragon in Ye Lin's hand was tumbling, he always maintained an extraordinary calmness and composure. He could clearly feel that although Zhao Guizhen's attack was powerful, it was already a dead end.

"Zhao Guizhen, if your power stops here, then this duel is already over."

His words were like the sound of a mountain, calm and confident, without any anxiety. Zhao Guizhen's face was distorted, and the yellow light became stronger.

"I will never lose!"

His cry was filled with a final burst of madness, yet it also seemed somewhat powerless.

Ye Lin smiled faintly, the spear in his hand carrying a dazzling dragon shadow, drawing a golden trajectory in the air. He silently recited the mental method, and the power of the golden dragon was fully concentrated in his hand, and the spear body burst out with breathtaking power.

The golden light engulfed Zhao Guizhen's yellow light like a wave, and that final madness was like a moth to a flame, with no escape under the majestic momentum of the golden dragon.

Zhao Guizhen's face was solemn. He quickly recited the Taoist spell, and the yellow light gradually gathered, as if forming a solid shield on the surface of his body.

Under the strong light, he felt Ye Lin's overwhelming pressure, as if a roaring golden dragon was surrounding him, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Even so, Zhao Guizhen was still unwilling to give in, "Ye Lin, do you think you can beat me like this?" As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Lin's figure became blurred, and the Golden Dragon Spear in his hand actually changed again, as if each sound contained different power.

His figure swung around Zhao Guizhen like golden lightning, swift and precise. Every moment of their clash was filled with breathtaking momentum. Zhao Guizhen's confident expression froze instantly; he hadn't anticipated Ye Lin's unpredictable speed.

He tried to withstand this fierce attack, and the yellow light fought back with all his might. However, Ye Lin's attack angles were tricky and his moves were swift, making Zhao Guizhen passive with every step.

"Don't you understand yet? In front of me, you will always be a weakling."

Ye Lin maintained a calm tone, brandishing his spear and pressing Zhao Guizhen with absolute force. Zhao Guizhen desperately resisted, feeling his own yellow light gradually disintegrate under the attack of the golden dragon's power. Although he was reluctant to admit it, the situation was no longer optimistic.

A trace of panic arose in his heart. This was not the result he expected. He suddenly gritted his teeth and once again mobilized the last of his strength to fight against Ye Lin.

However, Ye Lin's Golden Dragon Spear was now like an invincible divine weapon, overbearing and difficult to resist. Every time the spear shadow passed by, it brought up a golden torrent, unstoppable.

Zhao Guizhen tried hard to mobilize the strength in his body and tried to stabilize his position, but Ye Lin in front of him was like an insurmountable mountain, making him feel despair.