Raising his left hand, Lin Zihan condensed an ice flower on his palm. When the ice flower condensed out, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. The cold, which was not inferior to that of the Northern Wilderness, spread in such a dark night.
Xia Ming felt a chill all over his body. A thorough chill passed through his body, like a sharp blade, but suddenly stopped when it was only a millimeter away from his heart.
At that moment, Xia Ming understood how terrifying the rumored Long Zi was.
With the movement of clouds and rain, you can change the atmosphere of a world with just a few movements. Among these rumors, the existence above the realm level is comparable to the existence of Star Attendant, the kind of existence that is as terrifying as a god.
"Is this still Lin Zihan?" This was Xia Ming's next thought. That terrifying strength was completely different from the young man who was training fighting skills in the extreme individual training camp.
As for the young man who was sweating profusely, the unyielding temperament he exuded from his whole body was vividly displayed in this warrior who was wearing a frost-blue battle armor and could bring down an extreme cold with just a raise of his hand.
Lin Zihan's changes surprised Xia Ming. This time after returning from Beihuang, Xia Ming found that Lin Zihan's temperament seemed to be a different person.
Reaching out to catch the snowflakes not far away, Wu Kexin looked at the falling snowflakes in front of her. At this time, Wu Kexin found that the snowflakes seemed to be avoiding Wu Kexin, and they would always avoid Wu Kexin cleverly. Kexin's palm.
"Brother Xia Ming, my brother will really become the dragon in the rumors, that..." Wu Kexin was cryptic. When the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back. The secret about Long Zi can only be found in the sub-race tribe. Most clearly.
As for Wu Kexin, as a sub-race person who was appointed as a dragon servant when he was born, the patriarch naturally told Wu Kexin many secrets long ago about what Longzi will become in the future...
About Yuanxing’s future…
About Star Attendant...
The old patriarch said everything he knew, because in the sub-race tribe, even a knowledgeable person like the patriarch also knew that the appearance of the dragon servant meant that the future sub-race people would become a whole tribe.
The battles within those tribes are about to end completely.
Gently holding the corner of Xia Ming's clothes, Wu Kexin did not dare to hold Xia Ming's hand, or even if she did, Xia Ming would choose to let go.
The corners of his clothes were pulled very tightly, and Xia Ming could feel Wu Kexin's nervousness. That nervousness was not about the outcome of this confrontation, because Lin Zihan would undoubtedly be the winner, but nervousness about what Lin Zihan would become. What kind of person.
All the rumors have been spreading among the sub-race tribes for a long time. Even the cause of Wu Jianming's death has been spread in all kinds of strange ways. I don't know how many versions there are.
But all the sub-race people knew that the person who would lead the sub-race tribe out of the poisonous fog area and into the most suitable place to live in Yuanxing was finally born.
The old patriarch once gave instructions to Xia Ming and also talked about "Those powerful sub-race tribes have begun to show their willingness to surrender to Long Zi's command."
And once the sub-race people really gather in tribes and want to leave the poisonous fog area and come to a place suitable for living, then the only enemy will obviously be the humans who dominate Yuanxing. At that time, Lin Zihan will lead the alien race , invading the territory of the human race...
Such rumors have been spread among the sub-race tribes for thousands of years. This time they are all closer to their original expectations, but only Xia Ming feels that that expectation is gradually drifting away.
"I think he is a man of his own opinion and will choose his own path. As for those rumors, no one has confirmed them, right?" Xia Ming comforted in a low voice.
Although Lin Zihan and Ming Lang had already fought, Xia Ming's mind was more disturbed by Wu Kexin's words and he did not notice the fight between Lin Zihan and Ming Lang at all.
In Xia Ming's opinion, these words of comfort to Wu Kexin were very pale and weak. Perhaps even Xia Ming could not find the words to refute the prophecy. He just said these words to comfort Wu Kexin, which was also deceiving himself. Bar.
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A ray of cold light flashed across, and Lin Zihan stumbled back a few steps. As Lin Zihan, who had walked out of the black tower and came into contact with realm-level and even higher-level existences, he did not show the power he had unleashed in Beihuang. That powerful energy.
Instead, he relied on the exoskeleton armor to fight like a driver.
Lin Zihan knew in his heart that if he used that power, countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the universe would notice it, and the Star Attendant would only come to Yuanxing faster.
Gently swinging his left hand, Lin Zihan felt that his wrist was sore from Minglang's shock. Even with the exoskeleton armor on, Minglang's just punch still landed on Lin Zihan's joints.
It felt like a bone was cracking. Lin Zihan even felt as if his forearm bone was really cracked.
A flying knife was suspended from behind. Although it had stronger energy, Lin Zihan did not forget that he was once a driver, and this was the identity given to him by his nominal mother Su Mu.
Those growth-type exoskeleton armors that are coveted by countless people, and the telencephalon, known as the strongest core today, have long been integrated with Lin Zihan.
Holding the sword tightly in his right hand, Lin Zihan transformed into a cheetah and rushed towards Minglang. As a driver, Lin Zihan was just a person who had just touched the threshold of Silver Glory level, so he went all out to deal with it. For Minglang , it’s nothing more than facing a real Silver Glory level driver.
The flying knife swam along with Lin Zihan's body, drawing meteors one after another, and fell towards Minglang who had retreated to the corner.
Ming Lang's fighting style is to exchange injuries for injuries. Since he can easily defeat Lin Zihan, Ming Lang himself will naturally leave some scars.
His right hand wrapped around his left elbow, and Minglang leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. As the strongest king-level man, Minglang felt a sense of crisis for the first time when he faced Lin Zihan.
That sense of crisis does not lie in how powerful the energy released by Lin Zihan is, nor in how crazy Lin Zihan's fighting is, but in Lin Zihan's charge again and again, Minglang always feels that it is a sharp weapon. The sword stabbed himself.
Make yourself unavoidable.
The flying knife came to his eyes in an instant, and Minglang was no longer vague. His arms shook, and a platinum armor appeared in front of him. The white light illuminated the night like day.
And that bright light was extremely dazzling to Lin Zihan. Even through the exoskeleton armor, Lin Zihan's eyes were narrowed to a slit, but the white light still stung his eyeballs.
Under the cover of white light, Minglang thought he could easily avoid Lin Zihan's flying knife, but the next second, Minglang opened his mouth in surprise.
Such a strong white light should have blinded you if it was not close to you, but the flying knife still stabbed Ming Lang's vitals accurately, making Ming Lang unable to dodge.
Lin Zihan, who has mastered extreme cold and spiritual blessings, can feel all the changes in this extremely cold field even if he is blind, let alone Minglang, an opponent who exudes fighting spirit is as crazy as a wild beast. By.
At this time, Lin Zihan had a proud smile on his face. This was the first time in thirty-four rounds that he and Ming Lang had the upper hand.
Minglang's battle in which he exchanged injuries for injuries made even Lin Zihan, who was struggling in the sea of blood, feel panicked. Minglang was like a machine without instinctive consciousness. He was never afraid of moves and would only fight hard. attack.
This time, it was also the only time that Akira did not fight back, but chose to resist.
Lin Zihan, who seized the opportunity, ducked behind Ming Lang, put his hand gently on Ming Lang's shoulder, and said coldly.
"I admit that you are strong, but you lost the opportunity to defeat me in one fell swoop."
The next time was like Lin Zihan's personal show, pinching his shoulders and pushing his knees, swinging sideways, kicking sideways and forwards...
Before the white light dissipated, Lin Zihan used a very fast speed to unleash a violent force on Minglang's body, which had hesitated for half a second. In the end, he strangled Minglang's neck and threw Minglang directly to the broken wall. The corner is the end.
In all this, Xia Ming didn't even realize what was happening. He just panicked and Lin Zihan, who didn't seem to have the upper hand at first, instantly reversed the situation.
"An authentic fighting move. This kind of bloodless move is not like something used by the Shadow Club." Lin Yafeng still saw clearly Lin Zihan's last swing. Although it seemed cruel and violent, it was not intrusive. The murderous intention to die.
"Although the fighting moves taught by your military department are sharp, they still lack the killing intent." Lin Yafeng knew that those things were naturally taught by the extreme individual soldiers.
There are no fighting tutorials in the military headquarters in the north, and the only combat skills taught are some non-injury and disabling killing moves. At least one set will leave the opponent paralyzed.
"But to deal with ferocious beasts, such moves are enough to kill people. After all, those things are straight forward and not as sinister as people's hearts." Xia Ming said in a low voice. To be honest, those fighting moves are indeed sharp, but they are indeed less lethal. Intention, the killing intention of killing with one move is missing.
Lin Zihan probably chose such a move because he didn't want one of the top ten commanders of the Imperial Federation to suffer in the north.
"Why? I've obviously frightened you. I only need to dodge your flying knife and I can defeat you in one fell swoop!" Minglang leaned on the corner and said feebly. Minglang, who just now boasted of being extraordinary, has now already It's so wilted.
"Because you have never experienced that kind of irreversible ending, that kind of powerless result, that's why you confidently think that after exchanging injuries for injuries, I am no longer able to survive!" Lin Zihan took off his exoskeleton armor. , with a wry smile on his lips.
"And I have experienced hysterical roars, experienced situations that I couldn't reverse with all my strength, been ravaged, and been proud of myself. Therefore, my battle is never undefeated, but a sure win!" Lin Zihan said , maybe no one understands these words, but Lin Yafeng should understand it, and he understands it himself.
That kind of powerless situation, that kind of irreversible solution, will inspire their inner fighting spirit, and they will long for victory, not invincibility.
The clear invincibility is, after all, just consumption, a kind of safety, a kind of compromise, a kind of helplessness, and when facing an enemy that cannot be defeated, retreating to the second best, so that the enemy cannot defeat oneself.
Lin Zihan, on the other hand, had only one idea from beginning to end, and that was to defeat the enemy.
