The Fourth Martial God Tang Lin! Chapter 17: The Seven Realms of Warriors!
Whoosh!
Like a snowflake, a sword flashed and swept towards Tang Lin's body, pressing against his eyebrows, the cold sword energy was like a sharp edge, stabbing at Tang Lin's forehead, making it painful to open his eyes.
At this moment, although Tang Lin believed that Jun Yan Wang would not really take his life, the sharp sword light was approaching like a god of death.
Tang Lin's mind went blank for a moment, this sword's speed exceeded his imagination, fast as a flash of lightning.
Nowhere to hide!
Everyone outside the arena looked at Jun Yanwang's sword, secretly shocked in their hearts. They didn't expect him to actually use the Seventh Star Sword Technique's fifth form. This one sword in his hand was like a brilliant shooting star, including Tang Xiaofeng and several others, who all acknowledged that if they were in his place, it would be very difficult for them to resist.
"Is this the true power of Jun Yan Wang?" Murong Feng's eyes flickered, and he quietly clenched his fist. Just one sword strike had made him realize the gap between them.
Just as the duel was about to end, a cracking sound suddenly echoed through Tang Lin's body, and then his body flashed abruptly, dodging the sword like lightning.
"Huh?" Lord Yan Wang's eyes showed some surprise.
Only Tang Lin was seen in front of him, panting heavily, with fine cold sweat seeping from his forehead. Although he dodged a bit clumsily, his face was full of excitement and agitation.
Lord Yan Wang furrowed his brow, and after sensing it for a moment, he immediately knew the reason.
"So that's how it is......" King Yan Wang looked at Tang Lin with interest, "Actually breaking through to the Seventh Realm of Martial Arts in battle, it seems that this should be the reason why you challenged me."
Tang Lin seemed to have forgotten about the battlefield, his heart was filled with excitement at this moment.
In that brief moment of blankness, although he didn't have time to think anything, his body sensed a strong danger, all the hairs on his body stood up, his blood accelerated, and his true energy became chaotic. In such a situation, he actually broke through the seventh acupoint!
Tang Lin had thought of countless methods, but none of them worked, yet at this moment, he broke through unconsciously.
Martial Artist Seventh Realm!
Tong Jing!
Unblock the nose, tongue and ears, converging to form an orifice, the seventh realm of martial artists also has another name, called "Immortal Martial Artist"!
Regardless of whether it's a Martial Artist at the First Realm or a strong Martial Artist at the Sixth Realm, they can all be killed by an ordinary person, as long as they put a bit of potent poison in their food and drink.
No matter how great your martial arts skills are, a tiny bit of poison can still take your life.
However, the strong ones among the seven realms of martial artists are different! The orifices of the nose, ears, and tongue are open, and whether it's hearing, smell, or taste, they all reach an unimaginable degree for humans. Any highly toxic substance can be detected by smelling its poisonous gas, and even if it can't be smelled out, just a small taste is enough to perceive it.
So, warriors who reach this state are called "immortals"!
Tang could feel that his senses had reached an unprecedented level, as if he could hear the sound of air flowing, smell the faint scent of Longquan perfume on King Yama's body in front of him, and it seemed that everything around him was under his control.
Tang Lin looked at Jun Yan Wang, full of fighting spirit.
"It seems you still haven't given up, and won't be thinking that with the strength of a Martial Artist at the Seventh Realm, you can defeat me? " King Yan Wang shook his head with a smile, gripping the fine iron longsword in his hand tightly, saying softly: "I'm coming for you!"
Tang Lin is waiting in strict formation.
Whoosh!
A figure flashed in front of him, and Tang Lin immediately heard a faint whistling sound in the air to his left. The sound was very small, but Tang Lin could hear it clearly, which was the friction between Jun Yan Wang's body and the air.
"Jian Lei!" Tang Lin's broken sword shone brightly, and a burst of lightning-like sword light suddenly shot out to the left. A loud "clang" was heard, and a fierce spark was rubbed out in the air. Jun Yan Wang's body appeared, retreating backwards.
Whoosh!
Tang Lin's body burst forth with a powerful aura, his broken sword in hand transforming into countless sword flowers as he launched a frenzied and violent assault.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Tang Lin's body flashed left and right, as fast as lightning, reaching an extraordinary and sacred state of movement, with full firepower, for a moment his body was so fast it seemed like a trail of afterimages.
Yan Wang was greatly shocked, his face changed color, he never thought that Tang Lin's speed would be so astonishing, completely exceeding the realm of heaven and man unity.
"Sword Tip!"
"Rain of Swords!"
"Lightning Sword!"
Tang Lin's broken sword danced like a storm, he was completely immersed in this intense battle, using all the martial arts skills he had learned.
One after another handover.
Tang Lin's body seemed to be floating away, gradually becoming more and more at ease.
Transcendent footwork allowed Tang Lin's speed to completely surpass Jun Yan Wang, although he was only a Martial Artist of the Seventh Realm, his footsteps were like those of a ghost, always appearing in places where Jun Yan Wang least expected, making it impossible for him to defend against.
"What? It's actually a draw?" Murong Feng and the others were shocked to see Tang Lin and the other person fighting intensely on the battlefield, with neither able to gain the upper hand.
"Not good!" Suddenly, Murong Feng's face changed color and he exclaimed: "Jun Yan Wang is at a disadvantage!"
On the other side, Tang Xiaofeng was slightly stunned, and then excitedly said: "Great, Xiao Dai is getting more and more courageous in battle, and he's actually gradually gaining the upper hand over Jun Yanwang. As long as his physical strength can hold on, he'll definitely be able to defeat him!"
"Come on, little silly! Go for it!" Tang Xiaofeng encouraged in her heart.
Tang Lin's body technique on the stage was getting faster and faster, and gradually, more than 200 illusions appeared on the stage. Moreover, the number of these illusions continued to increase, and in a short while, it reached 300 illusory bodies.
Rumble, rumble, rumble…… The sword blade in King Yan's hand was densely covered with gaps, and he was shocked in his heart. Tang Lin suddenly became like a war god possessed, becoming extremely brave, especially his sharp movements, which made it almost impossible for him to catch a glimpse of Tang Lin's figure, always before his body approached, he was predicted by Tang Lin in advance.
"The final blow!"
Tang Lin's eyes flashed with a hint of light, his body technique suddenly unfolding to its limits. In an instant, five hundred Tang Lins appeared in the arena, each holding a broken sword and unleashing the "Sword Thunder" sword technique, charging towards Jun Yan Wang in unison.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Jun Yan Wang hastily deployed his Hundred Phantom Bodies to resist.
Boom!
One crash, all of Jun Yanzhao's illusory bodies disappeared, his body flew up and fell heavily to the ground, with his clothes torn into strips.
The entire five hundred Tang Lin suddenly merged into one, forming a single entity, revealing Tang Lin's figure. He was panting heavily, but his face was radiant with splendor.
We won!
Challenged Twenty Stars Stage and I actually won!
Yan Wang's face was ashen, he couldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams that he would be defeated by Tang Lin. He had been immersed in the way of the sword for many years, yet at this moment, he was defeated by Tang Lin with a single broken sword!
Shame!
That broken sword blade is like a scar, carved on his heart!
Jun Yan Wang lowered his head and walked to the side, picked up his own used fine iron long sword from the ground, wiped off the dust on the blade, and put it back in the weapon rack.
Even if it were a fine iron long sword, he cherished it very much.
The only sword he won't cherish is his opponent's.
After doing all this, Jun Yan Wang didn't say anything, walked along the war platform and left the Star Pavilion's tenth floor directly, his back filled with desolation.
Murong Feng gazed deeply at his back, then turned his head to look at Tang Lin on the stage, muttering in a voice that no one could hear: "What kind of monster has been recruited into the martial arts hall this time? Is the second Wind Master going to appear?"
The battle is over.
Murong Feng and Tang Xiaofeng exchanged greetings with Tang Lin, chatted for a few words and left. Tang Lin returned to the 17th floor with his second sister.
"Tomorrow onwards, you can move into the Thirty Levels Star Pavilion to live." Tang Xiao Feng lightly laughed and said: "This time around, you get to stay in a higher place than your elder sister."
Tang Lin scratched his head.
"Your martial arts skills should have reached the 'Transcending the Ordinary and Entering Sainthood' realm by now, right?" Tang Xiao Feng looked at Tang Lin.
"Hmm." Tang Lin nodded.
"In the entire Star Pavilion, there are only eight people who can achieve the extraordinary and sacred level of martial arts. Now that you've joined, it's nine people." Tang Xiao Feng sighed: "If you're at the Martial God realm now, perhaps you have a chance to contend for the top ten on the Star Stage!"
Tang Lin was filled with confidence and smiled: "Now that we have obtained the Twenty Star Platform, the star power here must be rich and thick. To reach the level of a Martial God, it's just a matter of time!"
"Hmm." Tang Xiaofeng smiled and nodded.
The next day, Tang Lin directly sat on the 20th Star Stage. The news of Tang Lin's defeat at the hands of Jun Yan Wang spread throughout the Star Pavilion.
Everyone was shocked, especially when they learned that Tang Lin was only at the seventh boundary of martial arts, this shock became even more intense.
They all knew what that meant: once Tang Lin broke through to the Martial God Realm, Xing Tai would inevitably enter the top twenty!
The competition on Star Avenue is extremely fierce. Every time Tang Lin advances one place on the Star Avenue, it means someone else's star will move back one place.
At a critical moment when competing for two seats, no one wants their star platform to fall behind.
Tang Lin's black horse made everyone take it seriously.
"The star power of these twenty Star Platforms is dozens of times that of the thirty-three Star Platforms!" Tang Lin sat on the Star Platform, and immediately felt that cultivating for one day on this twenty Star Platform was equivalent to ten or more days on his original Star Platform!
However, after reaching the Wu Shen realm through cultivation on Xing Tai, further cultivation can only strengthen one's physique but cannot raise their realm.
"Originally, according to Xing Ge's cultivation speed, sitting on the 33rd Star Platform, I would need at least half a year to become a Martial God. Now, it seems that only one or two months will do." Tang Lin was excited in his heart, with only two months left until the deadline, which was also the final deadline for competing for the quota.
Within this final deadline, one can become a Martial God and have a chance to contend for a spot!
Three days later, Tang Lin challenged the people of the 19th Star Platform.
Tang Lin decided to challenge all the way up!
Strive for a higher position in the starry sky!
Tang Lin's sudden appearance caused a stir on the Star Platform, especially with his frequent challenges, leaving people breathless. The challenge of the Star Platform was one that could not be refused!
Time flies.
Before I knew it, half a month had passed.
Xing Ge, thirty-nine floors.
By the scenic building, a young man in white clothes was reclining on a large purple sandalwood chair, with a playful and arrogant smile on his handsome face. In front of him was a chessboard, across from which sat a woman in green clothes, her exquisite face, skin as white as ice and snow, and her bright eyes shone with clarity and intelligence.
"In just over a dozen days, it will be the final battle for the quota. Aren't you preparing?" The woman in green said with great interest.
