Chapter 1691: Qingyang

Chapter 1691: Qingyang

   Chapter 1691 Qingyang

  Haotian City gathered a lot of muddy controlers. These muddy control people did not think it was a big deal. They gathered together and cheered for Zheng Liu.

   Of course, those who dare to watch the battle at close range are at least seven-star muddy masters.

  Although they don't know Lin Beishan's strength, they still understand Zheng Liu's strength. If they really want to fight, Zheng Liu's attack is a little more ruthless, and Yuwei is not something that the muddy masters under the seven stars can compete with.

   "Do any of you know this person?"

"never seen it."

   "This guy should be the first time to come to Nantianjie."

   "This is the first time I have come here, but I have a lot of courage to accept the challenge of Lord Zheng Liu."

   There were several eight-star muddy controlers standing in the crowd, all looking at Lin Beishan with sympathetic eyes.

  Zheng Liu is known as a fighting maniac, and few people in the Southern Heaven Realm are not afraid of him, let alone an outsider.

   in the restaurant.

  Zhang Yu and Zhan Tiange were still enjoying the delicious food comfortably, and they didn't care about Zheng Liu's discussion with Lin Beishan at all. Although Ge Erdan was a little curious, his mood was still relatively relaxed, and he was not worried at all about Lin Beishan being defeated.

   On the contrary, it is Xiaoxie, who is a little bit eager to move, and really wants to go up and take a look. After all, it has only seen Zhan Tiange make one shot, but it has never seen the contest between the two two eight-star muddy controlers.

   "Master, can I go take a look?" Xiaoxie said cautiously, with a look of flattery.

   Zhang Yu glanced at Xiaoxie, and said lightly: "If you want to go, go by yourself."

  Xiao Xie was instantly elated, his figure disappeared into the restaurant with a swish, and he went straight to the sky, mingling in the crowd.

   "Strange, why does it suddenly feel chilly." A seven-star turbulent master shivered, inexplicably palpitating.

   Although they cannot perceive the existence of Xiaoxie, they have a very keen intuition when they have cultivated to this level.

  It's a pity that no matter how they perceive it, they can't detect the existence of Xiaoxie. Xiaoxie just mixed in the crowd, silently, watching Lin Beishan and Zheng Liu above.

   "Go ahead." Lin Beishan said lightly, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance to take action."

   Zheng Liu raised his eyebrows: "So crazy!"

   Lin Beishan said: "Crazy or not, it doesn't matter what you say."

   "Baggles didn't dare to say that back then." Zheng Liu said coldly: "Do you think you are stronger than Baggles?"

  Lin Beishan said calmly: "Let's do it, it's useless to talk too much."

   Zheng Liu is a fighting maniac. He has challenged countless masters. He seems to have warlike genes in his body. Seeing what Lin Beishan said, he stopped talking nonsense and took action immediately.

"Three points cut off the water!" Zheng Liu shouted lowly, a silver knife appeared in his hand, and immediately waved the knife without warning, the space the knife tip swept through, like thin paper, instantly burst, and the fog was like a monstrous giant. It was like a wave, wrapped in a terrifying blade, carrying an overwhelming impact, and shot towards Lin Beishan. Halfway through, it was divided into three parts, like three giant dragons, roaring towards Lin Beishan.

   As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

   As soon as Zheng Liu's breath was exposed, Lin Beishan had a bottom line.

   "It's really not weak." Lin Beishan nodded secretly in his heart, "It should be slightly stronger than Geerdan."

   A person's breath determines the lower limit of his strength, that is to say, Zheng Liu's strength will not be lower than Geldan at least. After all, not everyone is like Zhang Yu, who can improve the understanding of creation to such a terrifying level in such a short period of time that the application of creation cannot keep up at all.

   As for the upper limit, it depends on whether Zheng Liu's use of good fortune has reached its peak.

   The realization of good fortune is a theory, and the application of good fortune is practice.

Facts have proved that Lin Beishan's judgment is basically correct. Zheng Liu's three-point cut-off, the fortune power has indeed surpassed Ge Erdan, but the gap is not too big. If there is a real fight, Zheng Liu's mistake may ruin the whole game. .

"To deal with you, one sword is enough." Lin Beishan smiled lightly, and an ice blue divine sword appeared in his palm immediately, and countless ice swords quickly condensed around him. Lin Beishan waved his sword gently, and the countless ice swords quickly swept toward the misty giant waves.

   "咻, 咻, 咻..."

  The densely packed ice swords reflect a dreamy and gorgeous brilliance, and they meet the three huge waves in unison, giving people a strong visual impact, which is very shocking.

In an instant, the densely packed ice swords collided with three huge waves, the sky trembled violently, the nearby space began to collapse, and the deafening sound was caused by the collapse of the space. I can see the shocking picture, but I can't hear any sound, as if all the sounds have been annihilated.

   "That's it?" Zheng Liu was disdainful.

But at the next moment, the countless ice swords were condensing continuously in the process of colliding with the three huge waves. The ice sword is condensed into one, forming a huge ice sword, like a mountain, making everyone feel a terrifying oppressive force, almost suffocating.

  The ice sword is as heavy as a mountain, carrying the terrifying power of creation, piercing the sky, and continuing to charge towards Zheng Liu.

   Zheng Liu's face changed, there was a feeling of being oppressed by the general situation, his breathing became heavy in an instant, the feeling of facing the general situation of the ice sword, the extreme pressure, it was almost difficult for him to breathe.

   At that moment, Zheng Liu almost felt a threat of death, as if he smelled the meaning of death.

There was no time to think about anything. The only thing Zheng Liu could do was to unreservedly release his Creator's will in the shortest possible time. Safety.

Lin Beishan stared at Zheng Liu lightly, and manipulated the huge ice sword to slash past. Mist, dense space cracks, etc., all mixed together to present a visual feast.

   The next moment, Bingjian broke through Zheng Liu's resistance, broke through Zheng Liu's defensive barrier, and hovered an inch above Zheng Liu's head.

   "You lost." Lin Beishan waved his hand, and the ice sword dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

Zheng Liu stared blankly at Lin Beishan. For many years, he hadn't experienced this feeling of defeat, the deep sense of despair that he had experienced when he fought Bagels. Now, he experienced it for the second time.

   The mud controlers in the South Heaven Realm below looked at this scene in disbelief, as if they had been stabbed in the heart.

   "Master Zheng Liu... lost?"

   "Young Tianjiao, who ranked second in the Southern Heaven Realm, actually lost!"

   "Who the **** is this guy? Even the older generation Tianjiao, few can beat Master Zheng Liu, is this guy more powerful than the older generation Tianjiao?"

The muddlers in the Southern Heaven Realm were a little uncomfortable. What they hoped to see was Zheng Liu sweeping the Eight Wastelands and suppressing Lin Beishan, but the result was the other way around. Quite the contrary, so many people can't accept it.

   at this moment—

   "Is it inappropriate for a middle-aged Tianjiao to bully me, a young Tianjiao in the Southern Heaven Realm?" An old voice sounded.

  Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the voice, Zheng Liu's face was happy: "Brother Qingyang, you are here too."

I saw the old man called Qingyang appeared in front of Lin Beishan and said: "Lin Beishan, the arrogance of the middle-aged generation in the Upper Eastern Territory, has the reputation of a legendary sword king, and has been traversing the Upper Eastern Territory for dozens of centuries, with few rivals. Even the arrogance of the older generation has few people who can compete with you, am I right?"

  Lin Beishan looked at the old man in surprise: "You know me?"

"In the past, I traveled to the Upper East Region and challenged various masters, and some of them mentioned you." Qingyang said lightly: "Unfortunately, you practiced in hiding at that time, and no one knew where you were. I really wanted to challenge you, but why? I can't find anyone, so I can only leave with regret. Unexpectedly, the person I wanted to challenge at the beginning is now automatically sent to the door. "

  Lin Beishan raised his eyebrows: "Really? That's very embarrassing to keep you waiting."

Qing Yangdao: "Back then, when Bagels alone overwhelmed the younger generation of the Southern Heaven Realm, I wanted to fight against him, but because he was too old, it was difficult to take action. Even if he won, he would be called by others. You won’t win by force, but you and I are about the same age, if you win, no one should say that I won’t win by force, right?”

   "Win?" Lin Beishan smiled, "Can I ask you a question?"

"speak."

   "Are you a giant?"

   "No." Qing Yang frowned and said immediately, "If I were a giant, I would naturally disdain fighting you."

   "Since it's not a giant..." Lin Beishan stroked the ice blue sword in his hand, "Then, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to beat me."