Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

The knife chopped down without leaving a single scratch, not even a visible white mark.

Lin Haiya immediately stepped back and looked at his sword... This sword was called "Fangcao" and was also one of the famous swords. It was once the sword of Huo Qiushui when he was young.

The blade is definitely sharp enough to cut through the iron vest of a Shaolin monk.

However, it had no effect on breaking Hua Yuzhang's defense.

"mystery?"

"It's just the pinnacle of the 'Xuanhuang Kungfu'." Hua Yuzhang explained calmly, "In all martial arts, once you reach a certain level and master it, you can permanently change your physical constitution and form a special Kungfu. What I've mastered is the 'Huanglong Jue', which is the inner chapter of the Four Symbols Divine Art, based on the Five Elements' Middle Earth attribute."

The five elements of the world are gold, wood, water, fire and earth. The yellow dragon represents the central earth, which is also a cliché.

The Four Symbols Divine Art is ranked in the top ten of the Divine Art list, and can also be divided into five different techniques, and the Yellow Dragon Art is one of them.

There are five kinds of exercises in the Four Symbols Divine Art, which is normal.

Hua Yuzhang's physical cultivation has reached the pinnacle. When his power is activated, his body is as strong as iron, stone or black rock.

Of course, since it is a martial art, there are flaws. It is impossible to train the eyes and the lower part of the body. At the same time, just like Jue Wushen's immortal golden body, there are also weaknesses. However, weaknesses are optional... So even practitioners of the same kind of skills don't know where the weaknesses are.

Lin Haiya turned his wrist and denied it, "I'm afraid it's more than that. If it's just a gong body, it shouldn't have this kind of recoil force."

He deliberately kept his distance because he was aware of this power.

Hua Yuzhang laughed heartily: "This is my secret technique. Perhaps this is what Huo Qiushui wants you to see!"

Lin Haiya said no more: "Please teach me again!"

He swung the knife, and in an instant, a layer of continuous spirit was mixed in the knife light.

Lin Haiya is a disciple of the Sword Saint and a genius in swordsmanship. In his early years, he traveled around the world with Huo Qiu Shui. He came to the coast to watch the tide, sat on the ground for one day, and realized a set of swordsmanship and a unique method of luck.

His energy was long-lasting, and his swordsmanship was as continuous as the tide that kept hitting the table.

I saw the sword light like a shadow, and the tidal sword technique came one after another, layer after layer, as if as long as there was enough time, he could chop here for a whole day.

But Hua Yuzhang stood there without retreating a single step, as if he was standing on a reef on the coast, allowing the tide to continue day and night, and the reef would still stand firm and unmoved.

The attack and defense are dazzling to the eyes.

Hua Li rubbed his eyes, as if he saw Hua Yuzhang's difficulty under the knife.

The latter's breath paused for a moment, and he was shocked by the knife light and took a half step back.

But the next moment he pushed back again, even took a step forward, raised his right leg, and started to kick.

boom--!

In the fan-shaped area directly in front, the bricks on the ground within a range of ten meters collapsed and shattered, and stones flew out to a height of two or three meters. Some fell on the ceiling, some penetrated the windows, and some were embedded behind the door.

The entire training room felt like it had experienced an earthquake.

This move directly destroyed Lin Haiya's balance, and his sword skills, which were as powerful as the tide of attack, also paused. He was shocked and hovered in mid-air.

Hua Yuzhang of course had another combo of moves, he swung his fist through the air, and the wind from his fist fell on Lin Haiya's back. He actually raised his scabbard to block the punch, as if he had eyes on his back.

Hua Yuzhang was about to swing his fist again, but he saw a fierce knife flash from under his turning body.

The fist and the sword collided, and as the two intersected, a flash of crimson splashed out.

There was a five-centimeter scratch on the back of Hua Yuzhang's hand. It was a superficial injury and did not damage the bones or tendons.

Lin Haiya spun three times in the air before landing gracefully.

"That knife just now..."

"One of my master's signature moves is Piaoxu." Lin Haiya said, "But I haven't mastered it yet."

Being able to find the angle to strike the sword while completely losing balance can be considered a self-sacrificing skill.

Hua Yuzhang laughed heartily. He didn't care about the injury on the back of his hand. He just felt happy. Maybe it was because he hadn't felt this way for many years, injured, in pain, and fighting.

Holding back the sharp pain in his lungs, he said loudly, "Go on! Let me see your sword!"

Lin Haiya's eyes were no longer calm, but revealed a sense of hunger, and his tone couldn't help but reveal a little madness and a bit of middle school student: "Fangcao is a little thirsty...Me too! Master Hua, be careful!"

The only spectator, Xiao Huali, sat in the corner watching all this. She could not understand the exquisite sword and saber moves, but she could only see the terrifying nature of these two people, the sharpness of their attacks, and the wildness of their killing of each other.

All this had a profound impact on her young mind.

This is the extraordinary person.

This is what a transcendent person is.

It is not glamorous at all, but a cruel world where strength prevails and the strong prey on the weak. It is a jungle where wild beasts fight each other but also enjoy each other.

The battle lasted for more than an hour before it gradually came to an end.

Both sides tried their best.

Hua Yuzhang couldn't help but marvel at the young people's formidable potential. At this age, he was already at the peak of the second level and not far from the third level. If they were at the same level, he would definitely not be able to win.

Unfortunately, he is still a teenager after all, too immature.

The offensive route is too single and he lacks experience. If he changes the offensive route at will, he will be more easily led by instinct, thus completely disrupting the offensive rhythm.

The swordsmanship can be wild, but not chaotic.

If you can't control the weapon in your hand, it will become full of flaws in the eyes of an expert.

Another knife was about to strike, and the timing seemed extremely precise, and the knife seemed impeccable, but it was too reckless.

Just catch the knife and it will be over.

Hua Yuzhang raised his hand and grabbed the weapon. He had no doubt that he could take the blow. For a master of defense like him, facing the enemy with bare hands was not a dangerous act at all.

Even an outsider like Hua Li could see clearly that as long as he caught the sword, he could lock Lin Haiya's weapon, and the swordsman without his sword would have no choice but to admit defeat.

But at this moment, the weapon pierced through Hua Yuzhang's palm, leaving a three-centimeter-deep wound at the base of his palm and penetrating his chest.

Hua Yuzhang opened his mouth, coughed up blood, and his momentum suddenly dropped.

The coughing up of blood was not caused by this penetrating wound.

Rather, it was the accumulation of old and hidden injuries that erupted, as well as the fatigue and weakness of the aging body that reached its peak.

His power was dissipated, and even his vision was blurred for a moment, and he was unable to hold the blade.

Lin Haiya drew his sword and retreated, blood splattering three feet away.

He looked at his weapon, then at Hua Yuzhang. The intensity in his eyes slowly faded, and the corners of his mouth began to droop.

The disciples of the Martial Saint Pavilion stood here in silence.

Hua Li couldn't bear it any longer, rushed out from the corner, and shouted with a pale face: "Grandpa!"

"Don't come over!" Hua Yuzhang roared in a low voice. The suppressed roar was like that of an old lion. The sound made Hua Li's steps freeze.

"It's not over yet." Hua Yuzhang stared at Lin Haiya and said slowly. He propped himself up, straightened his back again, and stared at the boy intently: "You don't want to put away the knife, do you?"

Lin Haiya said: "No, I still have one knife left to strike."

"Then go ahead and use it!" Hua Yuzhang smiled. "Let me see your limit!"

Lin Haiya responded with an "OK".

He had already mastered a supernatural-level sword technique.

But if this knife was chopped out, Hua Yuzhang would have no chance of survival. He had reached his limit.

Out of respect, he still held the knife, put the blade back into the scabbard, and began to gather strength and momentum. Even though he knew clearly what the result would be if he swung the knife, he still did not hesitate.

Hua Yuzhang swallowed the bright red saliva. He didn't know if his old body could still release it, but he still wanted to give it a try.

He would rather be beheaded than die on his sickbed.

The dignity and pride in his bones made him want to choose a suitable way to die... What if it meant using his own reputation to help those who came after him?

He enjoyed it.

Why fear death?

The two men looked at each other, and the same cold madness flashed in their eyes.

Lin Haiya drew his sword.

At that time, what was in his hand was no longer a blade, but a stream of light. The pouring out sword light was like a floodgate opening, whistling and filling the entire room with the impenetrable sword light.

"Zhan Lang——"

He also turned into a ray of residual light and approached, but at the moment the attack arrived, he stopped.

The knife light hovered in front of Hua Yuzhang, and the move stopped with the pause. The knife light scattered in the sky fell like shredded paper.

Lin Haiya opened his mouth, and his words turned into a silent sigh.

Hua Yuzhang stood there, motionless like a stone sculpture.

The light in his eyes slowly faded.

His consciousness was dissolving.

With the regret of not being able to complete this battle.

His voice was extremely weak and melancholy.

“How hateful…”

"Is my old body not even qualified to be a grindstone?"

The one who is hateful is myself.

I am the poor one.

It’s also a pity for myself.

He fell on his back.

Hua Li walked to the old man's side, hugged his grandfather and shouted, crying heart-wrenchingly.

At this moment, all fantasies about extraordinary people were completely shattered and disappeared.

How much she longed for it in the past, how much she hates and fears it now.

What's so good about being a transcendent?

She only saw the despair of an old man.

Hua Li burst into tears.

Lin Haiya silently put away his knife and planned to leave. There was no need for him to stay in Nanling. He did not feel much joy or sorrow in his heart, only regret.

In competitions between extraordinary people, casualties are common.

Hua Yuzhang's death might make the Hua family hate him, but the letter he sent proved that this was a private challenge, so Chang Yesi would not care.

With this thought in mind, Lin Haiya stepped out the door and immediately heard a sound.

"—Where are you going?"

Chapter 200: Unbreakable

A pitch-black aura swirled around the lifeless body.

The eyes that had been closed opened again.

The old man pressed his right hand on the broken and cracked ground, straightened his back and slowly stood up.

But now it is not the old man who controls the body, but the one who weaves destiny.

There are too many regrets in life.

Should always be filled.

It's my turn to put an end to this imperfect story.

He asked, "Where are you going?"

The young man turned his head suddenly and saw that the old man who had just died had stood up again, and the wounds on his body had disappeared without a trace.

How can this be?

There were no longer any wounds on the body that had been covered in wounds just now.

The old man stood there, his aura even greater than before, and even his bronze skin was filled with more violent power.