Chapter 1067 Sword Transformation Into Mote

Perhaps a father will always fight for his children in his life.

When Lin Ming stood on the round platform of the competition, he felt a heavy sense of fate.

The Xie family member on the opposite side watched him covetously. In the stands, Lin Weizheng followed Xie Daoyan nervously. The position between them seemed to have changed in an instant.

The judges who were originally in the stands have become the players who are going out, and the players who are going out are now the judges in the stands.

There is always some absurdity in life.

"What kind of weapon do you use, just show it."

On the opposite side, a stocky and strong man drew a dexterous long sword from behind him.

The blade of that long sword is sharp and sharp, it can be seen that it has been well maintained on weekdays, and the master loves him very much.

It's just that the light long sword doesn't match a strong man no matter how you look at it.

However, only the one standing opposite them clearly knew that when the strong man held the long sword in his hand, his aura suddenly changed, and his originally simple and honest appearance seemed to turn into a surging sword aura.

He had seen Xie Daoyan's sword before.

That is the gentle sword of spring wind and rain.

The one in front of him was a murderous sword.

Each is different, but it seems that every Xie family is a master of swords.

Lin Ming also became cautious. He didn't have a weapon in his hand, and he relied on his strong physical fitness to fight with others on weekdays.

No matter how close you are, there is also a dragon scale knife available.

But the current situation is different from the previous confrontation. The Dragon Scale Knife will definitely see blood, which is obviously not suitable for such an occasion.

After thinking about it, he didn't even have a weapon in his hand.

Lin Ming scratched his head in embarrassment, but still took out the dragon scale knife.

This fierce knife has its own unique aura. When it appeared on the opposite long sword, it made a slight buzzing sound.

The voice seemed to be fearful, but also seemed to meet a well-matched opponent, making a sound of excitement.

The strong man looked at the dragon scale knife in surprise, and said sincerely.

"It's a good weapon, let's start!"

Lin Ming held the Dragon Scale Knife in his hand, but did not take it out of its sheath, but held his scabbard tightly and pointed it at the opposite side.

This move was obviously understood by the other party as contempt for him, and there was a bit of blazing anger in his eyes.

Jianguang roared from the opposite side, like double thunders descending from the nine heavens.

Lin Ming never had any opponents of his own, but the Xie family in front of him still surprised him.

The sword light followed one after another, and the sky reflected by the snow-white light turned pale, and the temperature seemed to cool down.

The beautiful arc of sword light was beside him, supporting an impenetrable net, and firmly enclosing it in it.

Fourteen states of frost and cold with one sword.

Lin Ming looked at the amazing move in front of him, and a poem like this appeared in his mind unconsciously.

He controlled his body, shuttled through the sword light with ease, every time the scabbard in his hand was raised, it accurately blocked a sword edge.

In the stands, those who are not able to see the specific situation can only see the huge silver light cocoon on the stage, and a little black glow coming out of the light cocoon.

Lin Wei looked at the situation in the audience worriedly, and couldn't help but tugged at the master's arm.

"Master, is my father okay?"

Xie Daoyan twitched the corner of his mouth, with a lazy smile on his face.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Even if something happens, aren't your teacher and I still here?"

Lin Wei didn't feel relieved because of his words, he turned his head and stared closely at the audience.

That mighty sword light really amazes and frightens people. I can't help but wonder, can anyone really get out under this impenetrable sword light?

No one knows what the situation is like better than someone who has experienced the battle firsthand.

The menacing strong man seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact he was troubled by Lin Ming's slipperiness.

With the help of the Xie family's unique footwork, he was able to strike the sword thirty-two times at almost the same time.

Those sword nets are enough to wipe out dozens of elephants in an instant.

But Lin Ming was not only unscathed, but also interrupted his moves with ease during the brief gap between his sword moves.

The swordsmanship that allowed him to connect together and exert great power had to be interrupted time and time again.

But at this time, the knife in Lin Ming's hand didn't even come out of his body.

A trace of anger flashed across the heart of the middle-aged strong man.

This father is indeed the same as his son, annoying. It doesn't matter if the son is hot, but the father is as slippery as a cat playing with a mouse, which is hard to understand.

He took a step back, and on the round stage of the competition, the bright sword light followed him back like a shadow.

All the bright light converged on the beautiful sword. He stood holding the sword in his hand, with his legs slightly spread apart, standing firmly on the platform like a rock.

"Are you looking down on me too much? You don't even draw your knife!"

"Hmph! If this is the case, then I will be serious!"

As he said that, the hairs on the middle-aged strong man stood up one by one.

Because Lin Ming felt a dangerous aura, with the middle-aged state as the center and his sword as the origin, the wind disappeared, the sound also disappeared, and an absolutely silent space descended.

This is a space where everything is erected straight.

The branches and leaves on the trees, the grass on the roadside, the fence beside the round platform, all inanimate things seem to be endowed with souls, they are dyed with the sharpness of the blade, and become hidden sword shadows.

Lin Ming only felt his hair stand on end. He had a hunch that if this blow came out completely, he would be injured or killed.

He slid forward rapidly, like a bolt of lightning instantly crossed half of the platform, rushing to the front of the middle-aged strong man.

But when he crossed into that silent field, his speed was weakened unprecedentedly.

"Thank you for your family's pride, I won't allow you to insult me!"

Lin Ming couldn't help but say, why didn't he want to draw the sword to fight the enemy, but the sword will see blood when it comes out of the sheath, he thinks there is no need for a match to be so bloody.

But obviously the person on the opposite side has misunderstood, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to end if there is no knife.

Lin Ming made a decisive decision, and pressed down his wrist fiercely. The sharp joint on the handle of the knife cut through his palm in an instant, and the blood was absorbed by the blade.

He pulled out a strangely black knife.

The moment the knife appeared, in the silent dust, the long sword began to hum.

The middle-aged strong man snorted, almost unable to control the sword in his hand, he widened his eyes, pointed forward with his hand, and took a step forward.

Following the sword wind, all flying things came out of this silent space.

All things became swords, and all of a sudden swords fell like rain.

Not only that, but the figure of the middle-aged strong man was also in a trance, and appeared next to Lin Ming in the next second.

Lin Wei saw clearly this time, and couldn't help covering his mouth for the changes on the round platform.

"dad!"

Xie Lang looked at him and felt a little pity.

His father was venting his anger for him, and he didn't agree that much in his heart, but when he saw his father make that move, he knew that the outcome of this match was decided.

The sword turns into dust, the Xie family has defeated countless opponents with this set of swordsmanship.

Lin Wei's father was no exception.

(end of this chapter)