Qin Tiexin stood the iron rod beside him and looked away from the tip of Lin Chuan's sword.
Three moves. One stab, one lift and one chop. It is clean and neat, and there is no sluggishness in the movement of spiritual power. The wood attribute Spirit Rune on the sword lights up with different degrees of green light in the three moves. When stabbing, only the tip of the sword lights up, when lifting, it lights up to the middle, and when slashing Three Spirit Rune activated at the same time. This shows that Lin Chuan's control over its own spiritual power has been so refined that it can adjust the output instantly as the moves change, which is not the level of a nerd who memorizes sword moves by rote.
The tempering of the body is not bad either. Wood Spirit Root monks are naturally close to the vitality of vegetation. The strengthening effect of wood attribute spiritual power on the physical body is second only to the earth attribute, and the nourishing effect is even better. Lin Chuan obviously did not waste this talent.
When he swings the sword, the force exerted by his shoulders and wrists is smooth and natural. When he moves, his center of gravity is always pressed on the front third of the soles of his feet, and he can change direction at any time. This kind of body control is also top-notch among Azure Xuan Region and Foundation Establishment monks.
Qin Tiexin silently commented in his heart: Golden Core is just around the corner.
At the same time, another thought also came to mind.
It has been almost three months since he came to Heavenly South Domain. He was either on the road or looking for someone. The only time he took action was when he punched the force measuring column a few times in the force measuring hall. He has been deliberately avoiding fighting with others, for fear of exposing his identity and being found out. But today he is in the martial arts field. After finishing the three basic Buddhist martial arts skills, none of the Lin Household disciples around him were suspicious except for surprise. In their eyes, this is a monk with a pure Buddhist heart and solid basic skills. It is natural that the effect he can achieve is better than others.
As long as you hide other martial arts skills and only expose these three moves plus legwork and footwork, there should be no problems.
He lowered his head and glanced at the iron stick in his hand. He was not familiar with the stick technique, and he hadn't started practicing "Stone-Shattering Staff Technique" yet. Instead of holding an unused stick in his hand and getting in the way, he might as well put it down.
I'll do a few moves and try out the legwork I've been practicing for three months in actual combat.
Qin Tiexin gently sent the iron rod to the edge of the ring. The tail of the stick slid across the Spirit Granite ground and leaned firmly against the stone pillars of the defensive formation. He turned around and raised his palm with one hand in a Buddhist salute.
"The poor monk is offended."
Lin Chuan was stunned for a moment. He looked at the iron rod leaning against the stone pillar, and then at Qin Tiexin's empty left hand and the empty sleeve on his right shoulder.
Abandon the stick?
The tip of his sword sank slightly for half a minute, and his lips moved to say something. Before he could speak, the gray figure opposite him had already moved.
Burst Step.
Qin Tiexin kicked the ground with his left foot, and a circle of tiny cracks exploded on the spiritual sand stone floor. The whole person was like a gun shot out, and was crushed in almost a breath from a distance of two feet. His figure dragged out a gray shadow under the green light of the arena's defense formation, and the air split on both sides of his shoulders, making a muffled sound of the cloth being torn.
So fast!
Lin Chuan's pupils shrank. Although he was not a physical practitioner, he had Body Tempering wood-attribute spiritual power for many years, and his judgment of body speed was far superior to that of a magician of the same level. The speed of the monk in front of him had exceeded Middle Stage of the Qi and Blood Realm's expected level.
But after all, he was the head disciple of the Supreme Splendor Academy Foundation Establishment Realm, so his reaction was not thrown away by his speed.
"Grass Travels a Thousand Li!"
Lin Chuan's feet touched the ground, and a ball of light green light exploded from the soles of his boots. His whole figure swept back quickly as if he was stepping on fallen weeds in the strong wind. At the same time, he turned his right wrist and held the long sword in front of him. The three wood attributes Spirit Rune on the sword's spine lit up at the same time. A turquoise sword light shot out from the sword and went straight to the door facing Qin Tiexin.
This hand is both offensive and defensive. The sword light forces the opponent back, retreats to create distance, and the response is standard, clean and reasonable. Any opponent will stop or dodge first.
But since Qin Tiexin, Body Refining has never retreated in the face of attacks.
The moment Burst Step landed, his right foot followed closely, Treading Step!
The power of both legs exploded at the same time, and the speed became a bit faster. He did not dodge or dodge, leaning forward slightly, aiming his right shoulder at the green sword light and hitting it straight. Fire of Life in the heart beat suddenly, and a Essence Blood was pumped from the ventricle. Out, along the meridians into the skin, flesh, muscles and bones of the right shoulder fracture. The blood vessels under the skin swelled slightly and quickly tightened at the moment when Essence Blood flowed through, forming a layer of dense to almost substantial Blood Qi defense on the surface of the shoulder.
Bang!
The sword light hit the right shoulder, and the sound it made was not the muffled sound of flesh and blood being penetrated, but the crisp sound like gold and iron clashing. The green-green sword light exploded into a ball of broken light on the shoulder skin, and Qin Tiexin's monk's robe was cut open on the right shoulder, revealing the intact skin underneath without leaving even a red mark.
Lin Chuan's pupils shrank suddenly. Although his sword was a tentative move to force him back, the sword light driven by Foundation Establishment Late Stage's spiritual power was impossible for even a physical practitioner of the same level to catch with his physical body. Not only did the monk catch it, he caught it without even breaking his skin.
He subconsciously wanted to add another sword, but it was too late. Qin Tiexin smashed the sword light without losing strength at the same time. He pressed forward and pressed his right shoulder against the tip of the sword to continue pushing forward. The sword began to bend under the pressure of his shoulders, and the sword spine forged from spiritual iron made an overwhelmed crunching sound.
Three feet, the distance between the two people was forcibly reduced to less than three feet. Qin Tiexin's left fist had been clenched, and a pale golden light began to glow on the surface of the fist.
It's Arhat Fist!
Lin Chuan's pupils contracted, but he did not panic. Foundation Establishment Late Stage's spiritual power accelerated in his meridians, and a dense layer of golden threads appeared on the surface of his skin. The textures overlapped into a wooden texture pattern on his chest, like a woven wooden armor.
Golden Thread Wood-Grain Armor. Foundation Establishment Realm The ultimate defensive martial art, using the spiritual power of wood to weave a life-active defense layer on the body surface. The density of this layer of defense can be adjusted according to the direction of attack, and the blows received from the front will be dispersed to the entire armor surface by the wood grain.
Wood-Grain Armor has just been condensed and formed, and Arhat Fist has arrived.
Straight punch.
Qin Tiexin's left fist hit Lin Chuan's chest. The face of the arhat made of light golden energy on the fist was a whole circle bigger than when he was practicing on the martial arts field. His eyes were wide open with anger, and his mouth was open to the maximum, as if he was trying to break free from the fist.
The moment Arhat's face pattern hit Golden Thread Wood-Grain Armor, a thunderous sound exploded in the air, which was the sound made when Wood-Grain Armor was smashed by the force of the fist.
Lin Chuan looked down and saw that the Foundation Establishment Realm ultimate defensive martial arts that he was so proud of were shattered into pieces like paper under a mediocre punch from the monk in front of him. The golden wires broke, the wood grains disintegrated, and the light green fragments peeled off from the chest, turning into tiny dots of light above the ring.
It cannot be hard-wired. This judgment almost jumped out of Lin Chuan's mind instinctively.
He used the force of the punch to twist around, his spine bent sideways half a circle like a fish, his left shoulder dropped and his right shoulder lifted up, and he swiveled away from Qin Tiexin's punch. Arhat Fist's residual energy brushed his shoulder blades and hit the Spirit Granite ring behind him. The gravel flew and a fist-sized hole was created on the ground.
This hide is beautiful!
But Lin Chuan didn't choose to keep the distance. Instead of passively avoiding it, he should take the initiative to fight back. Moreover, he had already seen clearly the punch just now. Although this person's fist was strong, he only had one hand after all.
He used the force of turning to force himself forward, and raised the long sword from bottom to top. The sword began to split during the process of lifting. One, two, four, eight, eight sword lights pierced Qin Tiexin from eight directions at the same time.
It's not a shadow, every sword light is a real sword tip. The wood-attribute spiritual power vibrates on the sword, making a very subtle vibrato. The eight vibratoes overlap together, like a swarm of bees buzzing in the ears.
Hundred Herbs Swordsmanship, Eight Leaves Strike Together.