In the fifth arena, Lin Xuan vs. Jin Xu.
"Hehe, boy, you are unlucky, you actually met me!" Jin Xu laughed wildly, "If you are willing to admit defeat, you may suffer less!"
Lin Xuan had a expressionless face, carrying a dark red sword behind him. He looked at Jin Xu opposite him and said, "You are talking too much nonsense."
"Boy, since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!" Jin Xu was furious, slapped his sword sheath with his palm, and the long sword came out. He turned into a ray of light and rushed towards Lin Xuan.
"Good sword technique!" Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, "I am worthy of being a disciple who can pass the first level. His skills are indeed extraordinary. This sword technique already has a little bit of sword power, and it is extremely sharp."
Before the sword arrived, the sword energy had arrived.
Lin Xuan remained motionless as a mountain. When the sword edge was approaching, he suddenly made a move, as fast as lightning, and slapped the sword body with one palm.
Suddenly, the sword that stabbed Lin Xuan was tilted three points. Lin Xuan did not stop. He flipped his palm, clasped his fingers tightly, and bounced on the sword.
bite!
A crisp sound rang out, and the fierce force spread along the sword body to Jin Xu's arm.
As if hit by a sky hammer, Jin Xu's tiger's mouth collapsed, his long sword broke out from his hand, shattered in half in the air, and scattered on the ground.
You! Jin Xu held his right hand and stepped back, with no arrogant expression in his eyes. He finally understood why Lin Xuan was always expressionless, because the two of them were not of the same level at all.
"I lost..." He seemed to have lost his strength.
"Win No. 135!" The referee's voice sounded.
"What's going on? Why is it over?" Those who looked at the No. 2 are asking, wanting to know what happened.
"What? Breaking the sword with one finger and shattering Jin Xu? You're not kidding, Jin Xu is the eighty-eighth disciple!"
"No, I must watch the next game of 135!"
Just as those disciples were discussing, there was a shocking cry on the No. 5 ring.
"Senior Brother Lin is mighty!"
"Brother Xuan is handsome!"
"Brother Xuan won the first place in one go!"
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On the stands near the No. 5 are all disciples sitting in the South District, and some disciples who often compete with Lin Xuan. When they saw Lin Xuan win with one move, they cheered and cheered.
Except for the core figures of the three major forces and the four outer heroes, few disciples can win so much cheer, and many disciples turn their heads and wait and see.
"Hmph, it seems that that waste is very popular!" Yan Kong sneered.
"No need to worry about him, it won't be a climate. Our goal is to stabilize the battle team!" Jiang Yulong didn't care about Lin Xuan at all.
Lin Xuan returned to the rest area. The battle in the No. 2 aren't over yet. The disciples of the battle group holding a sword and the disciples of the Divine Power Group using a long sword are fighting hard.
The two of them were as fast as ghosts, and they were all over the sky. Ordinary disciples couldn't see clearly what was going on. Only some powerful disciples could capture their movements.
Lin Xuan could naturally see their movements clearly, and he also found that although the disciples of the Divine Power Group were elegant in swordsmanship, they were surrounded by the other party, and they might lose within ten moves.
"Congratulations, the disciples of the battle group are going to win." Lin Xuan said to Tang Yu with a smile.
Tang Yu blinked mischievously and didn't say anything, but the disciples of the nearby Shenwei Group could not listen.
"Boy, what do you know? He actually talks nonsense!"
"That's right, can you watch the game on stage?"
"In order to please the beauty, I actually opened my eyes and told lies! I despise you!"
Those disciples didn't think Lin Xuan could see the game on stage clearly, let alone determine who won and who lost. However, after seven moves, these people almost bit off their tongues.
The disciples of the Shenwei Group really lost, and after Lin Xuan finished speaking, they lost immediately.
"Damn it, crow's mouth!"
"Boy, if you dare to talk nonsense, I want you to look good!" The disciples of the Shenwei Group stared at Lin Xuan fiercely.
Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly and ignored them. He was recalling the battle on the No. 2 ring. These elite disciples were indeed not parallel. Everyone was very strong, and he also absorbed some experience from it.
More than a hundred disciples took turns to fight on stage, and all kinds of moves were used. The disciples who watched them shouted and shouted happily. Finally, the first round of competition was over.
Except for the top ten disciples in the first level, half of the 130 others won and the second round was held. Since 65 people competed, one person would be bye.
Those who advanced all closed their eyes and recited silently, begging them to be the ones who were bye bye.
"Yin Qingyi, this is a bye!" The voice of the middle-aged Chinese-style face sounded.
"Ah!" Yin Qingyi half opened her mouth with a surprised expression on her face, while the others were extremely disappointed.
"Congratulations, you've advanced successfully!" Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"Thank you, thank you Senior Brother Lin." Yin Qingyi said with a red face.
"Next, this is the second round of competition. No. 135 vs. No. 49!"
"After such a large span, it seems to be another blitzkrieg!" Some viewers said dissatisfied.
Lin Xuan didn't expect that the first one was that he would play, but it was good that he could go back to the rest area to watch other people's games after the competition. Thinking of this, he stood up, carried the dark red sword behind him, and then slowly walked onto the ring.
"Damn it, it's this guy who cursed our Shenwei Group just now. Senior Brother Xue, teach you a hard lesson!" The disciples of the Shenwei Group shouted.
"Senior Brother Xue, fuck him!" In the stands, countless disciples were shouting.
Xue Huaqing was walking leisurely in the courtyard, enjoying the cheers in the stands, and he knew that the sound belonged to him.
However, to his surprise, an unusual cheer sound came to his mind on the ring not far away, like a wave, one wave higher than another.
"Senior Brother Lin, come on, I'm optimistic about you!"
"Slap him to death, you must shoot him to death! Lin Xuan used your great sword to slap him to death!"
"Brother Xuan, we support you, the disciples in the South District are with you!"
The voice was so high that it was not weaker than the Divine Power Group, and many of the disciples who advanced could not help but look over.
"Haha, I didn't expect that there were people in addition to the three major forces that could have such a reputation. I'm a little looking forward to it!" A young man in black smiled near the golden stands.
"Why, do you want to win him over?" said the young man beside him.
"Just look." The young man in black did not say much, but looked at the ring.
"Boy, it seems that there are many people who support you. I wonder if they will be sad when you are beaten and defeated?" Xue Huaqing sneered. In his opinion, Lin Xuan dared to steal the limelight with him, which was simply seeking death.
"I finally know why you all want to join the Shenwei Group." Lin Xuan said expressionlessly.
"Why?" Xue Huaqing asked subconsciously.
"Because you are all second-hand, can you die without nonsense?" Lin Xuan rolled his eyes.
"Very good, boy, I'm angry now that I'm officially notifying you!" Xue Huaqing said coldly, "The consequence is that you have to lie down and go out!"
A sword says fresh
Chapter completed!