I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

　　 "The second battle, start!"

　　 In the spirit sword gate, the man who presided over shouted when the two were already in place.

　　 As soon as the man's voice fell, Fang Lin's eyes were like swords, and he suddenly became fierce.

　　 He rushed to the opposite side quickly, raised the dark iron spear, pointed at Chen Lie with the tip of the spear, and then flicked the spear in his hand, leaving several shadows of the spear in the air, which were already aimed at several vital parts of Chen Lie's body.

　　 And Chen Lie reacted extremely quickly. As soon as he saw Fang Lin rushing over with a spear in his hand, he ran the Yan Yang Art without hesitation.

　　 Suddenly, the blazing true essence circulated in the body, and a burst of heat rose up, making people feel like they were in the scorching sun.

　　Under Chen Lie's feet, the earth cracked because it dried up.

　　 "Big Flame Palm!"

　　 Chen Lie yelled, stimulating 10% of the mood of fire into the martial arts, and suddenly the fire skyrocketed by three points, adding to its power.

　　 Although Lin was sneered before the start, but Chen Lie is experienced, how could he make the mistake of underestimating the enemy?

　　 did this deliberately before, just to disturb the other's mood.

　　 In the void, a palm consisting of a few meters of flame condensed into shape, and then rushed to the opposite side.

　　 Fang Lin saw this scene, his wrists shook, and five shots were shot out quickly. With the help of the wind, Fang Lin was extremely fast. Before the big flame palm slapped him, Fang Lin had already shot five shots.

　　 Every shot was pierced in the same part. When the last shot was shot, Fang Lin shook hard, and the big flame palm was split into two, and Fang Lin rushed out from one of them.

　　 Yicheng's artistic conception of wind.

　　 The two initially played against each other, and they showed their power of artistic conception.

　　……

　　 When Fang Lin broke through the palm of the flame and looked forward, Chen Lie had already distanced himself.

　　 Facing the enemy he was thinking about day and night, Fang Lin stabilized his mind, his figure flashed, and he rushed over again with his gun.

　　 Hand-to-hand combat is what he is best at. He has to pull the distance in order to give full play to his strength.

　　 If the opposite side is consumed from a distance, it will undoubtedly fall into a disadvantage.

　　The artistic conception of the wind is displayed, and a breeze surrounds Fang Lin's body, making him feel like he is shuttled in the wind, and like the wind is pushing him forward, his speed suddenly rises to a higher level.

　　 The spear pierced the sky, and his figure jumped out extremely.

　　 "It's really tricky."

　　 Chen Lie secretly said, under the blessing of the artistic conception of wind, Fang Lin's speed is undoubtedly faster than him!

　　 For warriors of the same realm, being fast means taking the initiative and taking the initiative.

　　 Chen Lie did not dare to relax at all, but also went all out, using the great Yanzong Zhenzong martial arts with one hand, the Yan King four styles were used to the limit to deal with Fang Lin's increasingly fierce attack.

　　 Compared with the previous battle, Zheng Jian and Commander Chen, they did not lose at all.

　　 And because of Fang Lin's cultivation myth when he was young, everyone was even more looking forward to this battle.

　　 Tianjiao, who has been silent because of a temporary defeat, will inevitably make people curious.

　　 Now, how much of the style of the year is still there, or is it already lost to everyone?

　　 The two fought, went from the sky to the ground, and then went straight to the sky.

　　Between the two back and forth, the shadows of the guns gradually became dense, and there were suffocating fluctuations. Fang Lin slowly gained the upper hand and grasped the situation.

　　 looked at the two figures who were constantly clashing in the field. Many people in Da Yanzong and Wang Du had a little dignified and nervous expression on their faces.

　　 The Great Yan Sect is more because of losing a city first and worrying about it.

　　 As for the royal capital, he is more concerned about Fang Lin's state.

　　 "Zhang Gongfeng, look, Fang Lin might win the battle between the two?"

　　, Zheng Jian, who had received emergency treatment from the pharmacist, looked at the two people in the field and asked.

　　 "Winning or losing has its own determinants, and it is too early to make a conclusion at this time. Brother Zheng will just look down." Zhang Yi replied.

　　 But in the bottom of his heart, he already has some answers.

　　 The two people in front of this, until now, are all hidden, and they are all ready to go.

　　 The key to this match is to see who has the bigger hole card.

　　 At this time, the situation suddenly changed in the field.

　　 "Wind Shadow Gun!"

　　 "Rainbow pear flower!"

　　 Seeing midair, Fang Lin released the dark iron spear with his right hand, making it levitate in front of him.

　　 Then his hands slammed to the sides.

　　Following Fang Lin's movements, the dark iron spear trembled, and then divided into two, two into four, and four into eight...

　　 In the blink of an eye, hundreds of dark-gold spears appeared in the void, and the tip of the gun flashed with cold light that could penetrate everything.

"go!"

　　 shouted with Fang Lin.

　　 Hundreds of unparalleled dark gold spears burst out fiercely, and Chen Lie was enveloped in the piercing sound of the air!

　　 "Boom boom boom!"

　　 Hundreds of spears poured down, unstoppable like a vast torrent.

　　 On the ground where Chen Lie originally stood, it was riddled with blemishes by the attack like washing the ground.

　　 Heavy smoke rose up, shutting off all prying eyes.

　　 The battlefield became quiet for a while.

　　……

　　The crowd onlookers suddenly became agitated.

　　 "My God, this trick is so handsome!"

　　 Someone stared at Venus, admiring Fang Lin in mid-air.

　　 "In this battle, I'm afraid that the capital is about to win again. If this happens, the capital will win both."

　　 "Yeah, I thought that Zheng Yuan was not there and Wang Du was unable to fight again this time, but I didn't want to win two rounds in succession."

　　 "Even the third rainstorm pear flower of the Wind Shadow Spear was displayed. It's really amazing." Someone exclaimed.

　　"It is rumored that the wind shadow gun has three levels. The first level can transform several shadows, the second level can transform dozens of shadows, and the third level can divide hundreds of shadows.

　　 "Unexpectedly, Fang Lin was able to cultivate the Wind Shadow Spear to the highest level in the early stage of the realm, and he deserves to be the holder of the record for the shortest time to reach the ground in the North Spirit Kingdom."

　　 "Hehe, what is the use of martial arts training no matter how high it is? After all, all this depends on the realm. After all, Fang Lin's realm is too low, so he can only do it in the early stage of the realm."

　　 Some people marveled, and some people disagree.

　　 "Huh! Xiaowen, what are you so sour? People are still a realm warrior anyway, how about you? Now it's just the Yellow Realm Dzogchen, and it's only so much after twenty-two years of cultivation. What a shame!"

　　, a female disciple retorted.

"you!"

　　 The man called Xiaowen had a pale face. He wanted to get angry but was unable to beat her. In the end, he could only shake off his robe, and sullenly dropped the sentence, "Good men don't fight women."

　　……

　　 While the layman is watching the excitement, the layman is watching the doorway.

　　 "This is the artistic conception of shadow."

　　 Zhao Wushuang narrowed his eyes, seeing through Fang Lin's offensive.

　　 "Incorporate the artistic conception of shadow into the wind and shadow spear martial arts, making it divided into hundreds of spear shadows."

　　 "I have actually realized two kinds of artistic conception, but I am not standing still."

　　 "It's a pity..." Zhao Wushuang shook his head and stopped speaking.

　　……

　　 In the void, Fang Lin's eyes were fixed on the dust rising from the ground, his brows frowned.

　　 There was a faint feeling of anxiety in his heart.

　　 "咻!"

　　 In the dust, suddenly! A gun burst out, at a speed so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye!

　　 You must know that all the people watching the battle are martial artists, and this spear is so fast that ordinary martial artists can't see clearly, and its speed is evident.

　　 The dark iron spear almost came out of the dust, and arrived in front of Fang Lin the next moment.

"not good."

　　 Fang Lin was shocked, his figure quickly retreated, and his hands wrapped in the blue real yuan stretched forward, forming a blue barrier to block the tip of the spear.

　　 Fang Lin retreated hundreds of meters in a row before finally letting go of the momentum and stopping his figure again.

　　 Everyone around was shocked. The battle situation that had been thought to have settled suddenly turned over again, and Fang Lin was forced back hundreds of meters by a dark iron spear returned from the same path.

　　 "Peng!"

　　In that dusty land, suddenly there was a more powerful wave sweeping towards the surroundings, and a wind suddenly appeared, sweeping away all the dust.

　　 can only be seen in its center, with someone standing there.

　　 This person is brazen all over his body, his face is a little distorted because of pain.

　　 On his body, white hot steam is constantly rising from the skin on the surface of his body.

　　 There seems to be a high-temperature stove in his body, constantly burning, providing it with a steady stream of energy, and under his skin, a faintly flashing fire can be seen.

　　 In this state, his skin cracked because he could not withstand such violent power.

　　 There is a trace of blood seeping out from the crack, but in a blink of an eye, the heat of the body evaporates without a trace, leaving only a black mark on the spot.

　　 At his feet, the earth has sunk due to the high temperature, and there are deep holes all around, which are caused by the dark iron spears.

　　 "The second style of King Yan, the core of King Yan!"

　　 "The early peak of the land!"

　　 Feeling the amount of violent violence that erupted from Chen Lie's body, and the undisguised wave of true essence, Zheng Jian clenched his fist tightly, his face was incredulous, and he murmured subconsciously.

　　 In the North Spirit Kingdom, the Yan King's four styles are known to the world, and it is the great Yan Sect's established martial arts.

　　 are, the first type of Yanwang fist, the second type of Yanwang core, the third type of Yanwang spirit armor, and the last type of Yanwang coming.

　　 "How could it be possible that the Yanwang four styles want to be successful in cultivation, unless they are talented, otherwise they need a huge flame power to practice."

　　 "And Chen Lie is just an ordinary situation, how could the Great Yanzong put so many resources on him?"

　　 Zheng Jian said in shock.

　　 On the side, Zhang Yi's face was calm, without the slightest surprise. Instead, his focus was on another matter.

　　 Under the state of insight, Zhang Yi looked at Chen Lie thoughtfully.

　　 The peak of the initial stage of the realm is about 30% higher than the total amount of true essence in the initial stage of the realm, and the purity of the essence has also increased slightly, which is about 50% stronger than that of the early stage of the realm. Zhang Yi compares it in his heart.

　　 A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

　　 This competition is getting more and more interesting, isn’t it?

　　 Zhang Yi raised his head and looked at Zhao Wushuang who was on the opposite side, but his hands were itchy.

　　 I don't know how much the great elder of the Great Flame Sect can make him use?

　　In the distance, Fang Lin looked a little gloomy as he watched the momentum emanating from Chen Lie.

　　 "Unexpectedly, I have reached this point!"

　　 Chen Lie looked at Fang Lin with a gloomy expression, grinned, and when his figure moved, he swooped into the air and faced Fang Lin.

　　 "Speaking of which, I have to thank you."

　　 he continued.

"What do you mean?"

　　 Fang Lin frowned and asked.

　　 "It is precisely because I defeated you in the first place that I can gain a lot of benefits, so that I can get one step closer in the early stage of the situation."

　　 "Although there is no hope in this life in the middle of the land, it is enough for me."

　　 "After all, my aptitude is average, and it is God's blessing to be able to break through to the ground, and it is an unexpected surprise to be able to go further in the early stage."

　　 Chen Lie said.

　　……

　　 Fang Lin was extremely dazzling back then, and his upward momentum could not be stopped, although no one said anything on the face.

　　 But in the dark, there are many people who want to frustrate his spirit and destroy it.

　　 After all, no one wants anyone to climb on their heads. Since their cultivation level can't be improved, then they can only stop the descendants from catching up with them.

　　 So, secretly, the amount of reward for Fang Lin appeared, and there were a lot of resources in it. Obviously, many parties have invested resources in it.

　　 In that battle, no one thought that there would be such an excellent result.

In World War I, Fang Lin was directly shot out of the demons and completely abolished him. From then on, he was not allowed to advance in his cultivation base. Naturally, Chen Lie, who was shot, gained a lot of benefits~www.novelmt.com~ even for the sake of not Chen Lie had been deliberately avoiding Fang Lin to get through his inner demons. With this intentional delay, fifty years passed!

　　 At this time, Fang Lin had completely lost his youth's xinxing, and there was no possibility of rising.

　　……

　　 After listening to Chen Lie's words, Fang Lin tightly held the dark iron spear in his hand. The somewhat trembling gun body told that Fang Lin's heart was not at peace.

　　 And Chen Lie's eyes flashed with a light.

It's now!

　　 Chen Lie may be so talented and hopeless in the middle of his life, but his experience is indeed sophisticated.

　　 When Fang Lin's heart was shaken, he immediately launched an offensive. I have to say that Chen Lie is very keen on the timing of the battle.

　　 Chen Lie, who was full of steam, acted like a high-temperature furnace. The true essence was mixed with the extremely hot power of the King of Flames, and any single blow was accompanied by a burning effect.

　　 Fang Lin, who had lost the first opportunity, fell into a disadvantage and could only continue to use various marksmanship to meet Chen Lie's waves of attacks.

　　With the blessing of Yan King's core and Chen Lie's cultivation, it was even better than Fang Lin.

　　 The situation in the field slowly tilted towards the Great Yan Sect.

　　The flames sputtered all over the sky, and the hot breath covered the audience. Fang Lin was gradually driven to despair!

"Almost over."

　　 Looking at the situation in the field, Zhang Yi suddenly said.

　　 Chen Lieqi's body, who used the core of the Yan King, could not withstand such violent power for a long time.

　　 Therefore, in the next period of time, Chen Lie will definitely attack with all his strength and end this battle before his body reaches its limit.

　　 And the facts are true. Under Chen Lie's step-by-step pressing, Fang Lin is surrounded by danger, and he is only a thin line away from the defeat.