Inverse Sword God

In the fifth arena, Lin Xuan played against Jin Xu.

"Hey, boy, you are unlucky to meet me!" Jin Xu laughed wildly, "If you are willing to admit defeat, you may suffer less!"

Lin Xuan was expressionless, with a dark red sword behind him, he looked at Jin Xu opposite and said, "You talk too much."

"Boy, since you are courting death, I will fulfill you!" Jin Xu was furious, slapped the scabbard with his palm, and the long sword came out in response. He turned into a ray of light and rushed towards Lin Xuan.

"Good swordsmanship!" Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, "As expected of a disciple who can pass the first level, his skills are indeed extraordinary. This swordsmanship has a taste of swordsmanship, and it is extremely fierce."

Before the sword arrives, the sword energy has arrived.

Lin Xuan didn't move like a mountain. When the sword edge was approaching, he suddenly shot, like lightning, and slapped the sword body with a palm.

Immediately, the long sword that stabbed at Lin Xuan deflected by three points. Lin Xuan didn't stop his hand. He flipped his palm, clasped his fingers tightly, and flicked the sword.

Ding!

A crisp voice sounded, and the ferocious power was transmitted to Jin Xu's arm along the blade.

As if struck by the Heavenly Hammer, Jin Xu's tiger mouth cracked, and the long sword came out of his hand, shattered in half in the air, and scattered on the ground.

you! Jin Xu held his right hand and stepped back, no arrogance in his eyes anymore, he finally understood why Lin Xuan was always expressionless, because the two were not of the same level at all.

"I lost..." He seemed to lose his strength.

"One hundred and thirty-five wins!" The referee's voice sounded.

"What's going on? What's the end?" Those who were looking at the second ring asked in succession, wanting to know what happened.

"What? Broken the long sword with one finger and injured Jin Xu? Are you kidding me? Jin Xu is the eighty-eighth disciple!"

"No, I must watch the next game on the 135th!"

Just as those disciples were discussing, there was a thunderous cry from the No. 5 ring.

"Brother Lin is mighty!"

"Brother Xuan is handsome!"

"Brother Xuan won the first place in one breath!"

...

In the stands near the fifth ring, all the disciples from the Southern District were sitting, and there were also some disciples who often competed with Lin Xuan. They cheered and cheered when they saw that Lin Xuan won with one move.

Except for the core figures of the three major forces and the four heroes of the outer sect, few disciples could win so many cheers, and many disciples looked sideways.

"Hmph, it seems that trash is very popular!" Yan Kong sneered.

"Don't worry about him, we can't make 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. At this moment, the battle in the No. 2 arena was not over yet. The disciples of the battle group with the swords and the disciples of the Shenwei group with the long swords were fighting hard.

The figures of the two were as fast as ghosts, and the sky was full of their afterimages. Ordinary disciples couldn't see what was going on at all. Only some powerful disciples could capture their movements.

Lin Xuan was naturally able to see their movements clearly, and he also found that although the disciples of the Shenwei Group had elegant swordsmanship, but they were surrounded by the opponent, I am afraid that within ten moves, they would be defeated.

"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 speak, but the nearby Shenwei group disciples couldn't listen anymore.

"Boy, what do you know? You're talking nonsense!"

"That's right, can you see the game on stage?"

"In order to please the beautiful woman, she opened her eyes and said nonsense! I despise you!"

Those disciples didn't think that Lin Xuan would be able to see the game on stage, let alone determine who won and who lost, but after seven moves, these people almost bit their tongues off.

The disciples of the Shenwei Group really lost, and after Lin Xuan finished speaking, he lost immediately.

"Damn, crow's mouth!"

"Boy, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I want you to look good!" The disciples of the Shenwei Group stared at Lin Xuan fiercely.

Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly, ignoring them, he was recalling the battle in the second ring, these elite disciples were really not parallel imports, each of them was very strong, and he also absorbed some experience from it.

More than 100 disciples took turns to come to the stage to fight, and all kinds of moves came out. Finally, the first round of competition is over.

Except for the top ten disciples in the first round, there is no need to compete, and half of the other 130 people will win and go to the second round. Since sixty-five people compete, one person will have a bye.

Those disciples who were promoted all closed their eyes and meditated silently, praying that it was themselves who had been bye.

"Yin Qingyi, this round of bye!" The voice of the middle-aged Chinese character face sounded.

"Ah!" Yin Qingyi's mouth was half open with a surprised expression, while the others were extremely disappointed.

"Congratulations, smooth promotion!" Lin Xuan said with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you Senior Brother Lin." Yin Qingyi said with a blushing face.

"Next, this is the second round of competition. Number 135 vs. Number 49!"

"With such a large span, it seems to be another blitz!" Some audience members were dissatisfied.

Lin Xuan didn't expect him to be the first to play, but it's okay, after the comparison, he can go back to the rest area to watch other people's games. Thinking of this, he stood up, carried the dark red sword behind him, and walked slowly onto the ring.

"Damn, it's this guy who cursed our Shenwei group just now, Senior Brother Xue, teach me a hard lesson!" The Shenwei group's disciple shouted.

"Senior Brother Xue, knock him out!" In the stands, countless disciples were shouting.

Xue Huaqing strolled leisurely in the courtyard, enjoying the cheers from the stands. He knew that the sound belonged to him.

However, to his surprise, on the ring not far away, he remembered an unusual cheer, like a wave, one wave after another.

"Senior Brother Lin, come on, I'm optimistic about you!"

"Shoot him to death, be sure to shoot him to death! Lin Xuan shoots him to death with your great sword!"

"Brother Xuan, we support you, and the disciples in the Southern District are with you!"

The voice was so high that it was no weaker than that of the Shenwei Group, and many of the advanced disciples couldn't help but look over.

"Haha, I didn't expect that other than the three major forces, there are still people with such prestige, I'm looking forward to it!" A young man in black said with a smile near the golden stand.

"Why, do you want to win him over?" said the young man beside him.

"Just take a look." The young man in black didn't 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 so badly?" Xue Huaqing sneered. In his opinion, Lin Xuan's daring to steal the limelight with him is simply courting 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 two strokes, can you die if you don't talk nonsense?" Lin Xuan rolled his eyes.

"Very good, boy, I'm officially letting you know now, I'm angry!" Xue Huaqing said coldly, "The consequence is that you have to lie down and go out!"

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