The weapon in Zuanshanbao's hand is quite strange. It looks like a heavy sword, but has no tip. There are sharp saw teeth on both sides. It doesn't look like a weapon, but more like a saw.
"I have been working in a forest farm since I was a child and have used saws for more than ten years. After practicing martial arts, I tried many weapons, but I couldn't use them well. Finally, I found this iron-toothed sword from a blacksmith."
Zhuanshan Bao looked at Zhao Lin with a nostalgic look in his eyes, "What do you think?"
"Whatever you do will kill you!"
Zhao Lin was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He came up and down to the mountain leopard and used the iron ruler to "sweep thousands of troops" with one move. He used 90% of his strength to hit him in the ribs.
He had analyzed clearly beforehand that the advantage of the Mountain Leopard was that he had rich experience in facing enemies and his cultivation level was two levels higher than his own.
And his advantage lies in the four spirits in the spirit beast map.
In terms of strength and speed, he has the upper hand. It is daytime now, and echolocation is not very effective. The twenty-four acupoints modified by Skylark's spirit can be used as body skills to assist.
The essence of fighting is to use strengths and avoid weaknesses, so Zhao Lin tried his best to use his strengths as soon as he came up.
Seeing Zhao Lin's fierce attack, Zhuanshan Leopard's eyes narrowed, his iron-toothed sword was raised, and he pushed outwards with both hands.
Just hearing a "clang" sound, Zhuanshan Bao felt a huge shock in his arms, and a strong force surged towards him, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.
Zhao Lin followed up with an arrow and used the same move as before, "Sweeping Thousands of Troops", and struck across the chest.
The mountain-drilling leopard laughed ferociously, stood still, and struck out with its iron-toothed sword with its backhand, slashing towards Zhao Lin's shoulder.
Before the sword arrived, the wind arrived first, extremely swift and violent.
What he used was a desperate fighting style.
Zhao Lin was shocked and knew that if he did not change his tactics, the Mountain Leopard would die, but he would not be much better.
The opponent's cultivation level has reached the third level of the Qi Realm, and the energy is spread out on the sword body. Although he succeeded first, the opponent's remaining strength before death was enough to remove one of his arms.
Thinking of this, he stopped his hand, raised the iron ruler upwards, and touched the iron-toothed sword. He felt the tiger's mouth was sore and numb, and he was at a disadvantage in the strength contest.
Diamond Mountain Leopard grinned, revealing his strong white teeth, "It seems that your life is more valuable."
"Of course, it would be a shame to exchange a single hair for my life."
Zhao Lin retorted sarcastically, but he was thinking secretly in his heart.
He fought against bandits several times and found that most of these people followed wild paths, had ruthless moves, were practical, and sometimes even used their lives as bargaining chips, making them quite difficult to deal with.
But the shortcomings of Yeluzi are also obvious. There is no routine and consistency, and you can hit wherever you go.
In contrast, every time he makes a move with Liuhe Stick Technique, he considers how to follow up and expand his advantage step by step.
"There's no need to argue about the length of time."
Zhao Lin suddenly felt enlightened.
The Mountain Leopard was said to be dead by Zhao Lin. His face instantly turned livid, and with a sneer, he straightened his sword and stabbed Zhao Lin's left shoulder. The sword's energy was sharp and extremely swift.
At the same time, he took a step diagonally, with his five fingers forming claws, aiming at Zhao Lin's heart, holding his mouth but not speaking.
Zhao Lin raised the iron ruler to block, then stepped sideways and retreated, making the opponent's back move miss. Then he spun around and knocked down the iron ruler with his backhand.
The ruler swords collided with a clanking sound, and the two of them performed forty or fifty moves in an instant.
The Mountain Leopard's iron-toothed sword combined with its claws were powerful, constantly looking for opportunities to get close, and attacking Zhao Lin's vital points all over his body.
Zhao Lin's Tiezhi struck horizontally and sideways, and Liuhe's stick method was activated. His hands, eyes, body, method, steps, and spirit were integrated into one. He not only neutralized the opponent's attacks one by one, but also had enough energy to counterattack.
After fighting for a long time, Zhuanshan Bao gradually became anxious.
He had just taken Ginseng King and reached the peak of his strength. He thought he could easily win over Zhao Lin, but he didn't expect to find a chance after a long stalemate.
Moreover, Zhao Lin's strength is so fierce that he can defeat ten with one force. Even if he doesn't use all his strength, the force coming from the iron ruler is extremely amazing.
Every time their weapons collided, he felt his blood boiling and his head spinning.
"If this continues, I'm afraid not only will I not be able to take down this kid, my life will also be at stake here."
Zhuanshan Bao thought about it and thought of the Hundred Poison Needles in his arms.
At this moment, Zhao Lin Tiezhi struck, and he deliberately raised his sword to meet him, but was unable to defeat him and staggered back.
Zhao Lin stepped forward and thrust out the iron ruler like a sword.
Zuanshanbao was secretly happy, took another step back, suddenly reached into his arms, took out a "bottle" made of fine steel, and pointed the mouth of the bottle at Zhao Lin.
Looking at the dark mouth of the bottle, Zhao Lin's heart skipped a beat, his legs jumped, and he jumped back.
At the same moment, the twelve qi orifices on his chest spurted out strong energy, and all the acupoints on the right side of his back opened, pushing his body away from the mountain leopard.
There was a "collapse" sound, silver light suddenly appeared, and countless steel needles flew out of the mouth of the bottle, sputtering like a goddess scattering flowers.
Zhao Lin felt a slight numbness in his right chest and felt a few needle pricks.
"Hahahaha... fight me!"
Zhuanshan Leopard looked up to the sky and laughed, his face full of pride, "You are so tyrannical at such a young age, your achievements in the future will be limitless."
Then he shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, what's the use of being strong? After all, it's still a bit tender."
"What concealed weapon did you use?"
Zhao Lin supported his body with an iron ruler, his face turned slightly pale, but his heart was as calm as water.
The poisonous needle pierced the chest, and there was an immediate itching and stinging sensation, like a poisonous insect biting the chest.
But at the same time, the spirit beast picture in his mind suddenly shone brightly, and the poison on the needle turned into several black smoke, which was sucked directly into the four grids.
The spirits of bears, leopards, horseshoe bats, and skylarks began to flicker, releasing white mist that continued to swallow the black smoke.
In particular, the white mist emitted by the spirits of Xiong Zan and Golden Leopard was extremely thick, and the black smoke was completely swallowed up in a few breaths!
Zhao Lin knew that the spirit beast figure was using its vitality to resolve the poison, which was the same as the process of eating exotic animal meat in the past.
Zhuanshan Leopard waited for his poison to take effect, and was not in a hurry to step forward. He smiled slightly, shook the "bottle" in his hand, and said: "This thing is called the Hundred Poison Needles, and it is the unique hidden weapon of the Qihua Sect."
After taking a look at Zhao Lin, his voice gradually became colder, "I know you are using your strength to suppress the toxicity, but I advise you not to waste your efforts."
"The name of the Hundred Poison Needles is not chosen casually. The poison on the needles is fierce, and the toxicity on each poisonous needle is different. Even if you have the third level of Qi Realm cultivation, you will not be able to recover within two hours."
Zhao Lin shook his body, his face looked ugly, and he said angrily: "If you can't beat me, just use poison, despicable!"
At this time, the poison in his body has been resolved. What he is considering is to induce the Diamond Mountain Leopard to relax its vigilance and give it a fatal blow.
Zhuanshan Leopard sneered disdainfully, "Winning kings and losing bandits all depend on their own abilities. Is this useful?"
"Before I kill you, I have a question to ask. If you are willing to answer, I will kill you with a sword. How about that?"
Zhao Lin was already on the verge of collapse. He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Just ask!"
(End of chapter)
