Zhao Zheng won again, continuing the myth of unbeaten.

Unlike the previous expectation that Zhao Zhenghui used his killer weapon to use a single-point sword force, there was no sword force at all in this game, and it was just a competition between internal forces.

"How old is that kid? I'm afraid he has a samurai rank?" The audience whispered. With the last fight, the internal strength of the two had already spread outside the field. If Master Lin had not stood up, they would probably have been affected.

"You don't know, it was too terrifying at that time! When Mars was five or six feet away, the heat was coming and it was so hard that people could not breathe. Look at my head, I found that it was a bit burning. If Master Lin hadn't taken the action, I would have suffered internal injuries!"

"Yes, I feel the same way. I didn't even have time to escape at that time..."

"You still know how to escape, I was stunned and my pants were wet!" said a man mournfully.

Others surprisingly did not laugh at him and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Go and change your pants, we know."

"Everyone, don't you think the two people on the stage are powerful, but the one on the platform is even more powerful?" someone mentioned.

A group of people sitting around the table was silent.

Yes, Zhao Zheng and Xu Kaiyang are both powerful, and their remaining energy can shock a few feet away, but Master Lin just waved his sleeves and dissipated these aftermaths into invisible situations.

Moreover, the location of the leader Lin is even further away from them, at least ten feet away!

Ten feet apart, and a swing of your sleeves arrived instantly to avoid unintentional disasters for them.

The strength of the leader Lin is really unfathomable!

If I had thought about fighting before, now it seems that Master Lin is not only powerful, but he is simply amazing. But a few apprentices are so extraordinary, far better than the third-rate masters in ordinary martial arts world. A lot of awe also arise in my heart.

"You can't talk nonsense in the future!"

The inn and teahouses were in full swing. Today's competition was really exciting. Everyone chatted and expressed their opinions, but to sum it up.

Zhao Zheng is very awesome!

The Kaiyang Three Swords created by Xu Kaiyang can compete with Zhao Zheng, which is also very awesome! Especially in the final stage, the dragon and tiger elixir qi directly exploded to the third level of the scorching sun flames, shocking the whole audience.

The most unpredictable thing is the leader of the sect. Because he is a leader, everyone in the world is almost forgetting that he is only twenty-three years old, even much younger than many people. But when the excitement fades and slowly remembers it, it is terrifying to think about it carefully.

He is only twenty-three years old! The sword intent of the Jade-faced Young Master, Huangfu Shaoming's sword killing, and Zhu Pengtao's cooking skills, calligraphy and painting. If it weren't for Lin Luo's guidance from the side, no one would believe it.

So how powerful is Chief Lin?

Everyone looked at each other, but no one knew the answer.

Chen Long did not arouse much reaction to Zhishan's game within the Lingyun Sect. Although Zhishan's origin was mysterious, it was the first time that the two sects were engaged in the period of time of dealing with each other. Moreover, for the honor of the senior brother, Zhu Pengtao did not make any trouble to inquire about the news this time. Everyone's eyes gathered at the last match between Shao Ming and Su Xiuwen the next day.

Shaoming's eyes were still dark and there was no sign of improvement. Although Shaoming gradually figured out the true meaning of his feelings after blindness these days, the three factions were once every three years. If you miss this time, you can only suffer three years later. It would be too regretful for Shaoming.

With two days left, can a miracle happen?

"It's okay. Although I lost this time, I will definitely come back in three years with a more dazzling attitude." Shao Ming smiled and no sadness.

Others think that he is a forceful person. Only by personally understanding Shaoming can he understand the master's good intentions. He firmly believes that in the near future, when his eyes see the light again, his sword and kill will be even more powerful. As the saying goes, break and stand, and the rainbow after the rain is like this.

The match between Chen Long and Zhishan began on time. With yesterday's adventure, the audience learned their lesson and dared not get too close to the ring anymore. They moved their seats back ten feet before watching the game with confidence.

As a great disciple of the Lingyun Sect, Chen Long is also famous as a young master of the Lingyun Sect. His every move is the style of a disciple of the great sect. Zhishan was also the second disciple of Taoist Xuanzhen accepted in his later years and was deeply influenced by Taoism.

The two of them did not have the sharp and dazzling sparks as sharp as Zhao Zheng and Xu Kaiyang, but instead they had a kind of gentleman friendship as light as water.

Chen Long never underestimates his enemies, and he is also in Zhishan.

He brought out a giant sword when he came on the court. This was also the first time Chen Long used his unique skills to practice hard for three months in the game.

Zhishan's eyes trembled when he saw Chen Long's weapon, but he also thought of a solution in an instant. The imperial envoy's giant sword was very expensive. As long as he dragged the battle to fifty moves, he would have the possibility of turning the tables when Chen Long was exhausted.

But sometimes reality is so helpless. Chen Long defeated ten times with one force and waved his giant sword. There is already an extremely clear way to defeat the enemy Zhishan, but he just can't break through the level of fifty moves.

Chen Long suppressed the whole game with overbearing pressure, and he consumed a lot of money while dodging, even more than counterattack.

As a result, before Chen Long could finish his fifty moves, Zhishan's internal strength was gone, and he was defeated by drinking and hatred.

This kind of failure is the most powerless. You know the way to win, but you can't hold on until then. This is a desperate battle, without any opportunity, Chen Long oppressed Zhishan throughout the game, and no chance was left to Zhishan. The gap is too small, and there is still a try. The gap is too big, so he simply loses the game without any resistance.

After stepping down, Zhishan kept sighing that the long sword in his hand could not be blocked by a giant sword. That level of attack made his scalp numb, and even if he was wiped by a sword wind, it would make people tremble.

"The giant sword is ruthless, breaking the mountain and breaking the stone!"

Zhishan commented so.

The audience also watched this game and felt numb. I just imagined that if this sword really hit the person, even Wufeng could break him in one go.

There are also the stone bricks that were repaved yesterday, and today's giant sword shattered all over the floor again.

However, the three sect disciples were stranded in the competition, and hundreds of people from the world were left. The daily expenses were considerable. Longhu Mountain didn't mind breaking hundreds of stone bricks. They wanted to break more. Because the more they broke, the more exciting the competition was.

Stone bricks only cost a few dollars, and reputation is valuable!

The end of Chen Long's game made the audience sigh. His domineering strength completely suppressed him without leaving any chance for his opponent.

However, the end of the game on one day means that Huangfu Shaoming's time to play is approaching another day. The atmosphere within the sect is still filled with a faint sadness. If he loses normally, no one will complain, but if he ends like this, he will have to wait three years later to avenge his previous shame.

But no one knows what happened three years later.
Chapter completed!