On the fifth ring, Lin Xuan played against Jin Xu.
"Hey, boy, you're unlucky, you met me!" Jin Xu laughed wildly, "If you are willing to admit defeat, you may suffer less!"
Lin Linxuan was expressionless, with a dark red sword on his back. He looked at the opposite Jin Xu and said, "You have too much nonsense."
"Boy, since you're looking for death, I'll do it for you!" Jin Xu was furious, slamming the scabbard in his palm, and the sword came out. He turned into a glorious whole and rushed to Lin Xuan.
"Good swordsmanship!" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "It is indeed a disciple who can pass the first level, and his skill is really extraordinary. This swordsmanship has a bit of sword power and is extremely powerful."
The sword has not arrived, and the sword has arrived.
Lin Linxuan didn't move like a mountain. When the sword was approaching, he suddenly shot, as fast as lightning, and took a shot on the blade.
Suddenly, the long sword stabbed at Lin Xuan missed three points. Lin Xuan didn't stop his hand. He flipped his palms, fastened his fingers, and bounced on the sword.
Ding!
A crisp voice sounded, fierce power passed down to Jin Xu's arm along the sword body.
As if being hit by a sky hammer, Jin Xu's tiger's mouth cracked, and his sword came out of his hand, shattered into several half in the air, and scattered on the ground.
you! Jin Xu backed up with his right hand, no more arrogance in his eyes, and now he finally understood why Lin Xuan was always expressionless, because the two were not at all a level.
"I lost ..." He seemed to have lost his strength.
"No. 135 wins!" The referee's voice sounded.
"What's going on? What's the matter?" Those who looked to the No. 2 Yantai asked one after another, wondering what happened.
"What? One finger shattered the sword and shocked Jin Xu? Are you kidding me, Jin Xu is an 88th disciple!"
"No, I must watch the next game on the 135th!"
As soon as those disciples were discussing, Xuantian's cries were heard on the fifth platform.
"Brother Lin is mighty!"
"Xuan brother is handsome!"
"Xuan Ge won the first place in one breath!"
Uh ...
On the stand near the No. 5 platform, there were all the disciples from the Southern District, as well as some disciples who often consulted with Lin Xuan. They saw that Lin Xuan won the first move and cheered.
Aside from the core figures of the three major forces and the four outsiders, few disciples have won so much cheering, and many disciples have waited and looked sideways.
"Hum, it seems that waste is very popular!" Yan Kong sneered.
"No need to worry about him, we can't achieve the climate. Our goal is to stabilize the team!" Jiang Yulong didn't care about Lin Xuan at all.
Gao Linxuan returned to the rest area. At this moment, the battle on No. 2 Yantai was not over yet. The disciples of the battle group holding the sword and the disciples of the Shenwei regiment using long swords were inextricably linked.
The figures of the two men were as ghostly as possible, and they were the afterimages of the sky. Ordinary disciples couldn't see what was happening. Only some powerful disciples could capture their actions.
Lin Linxuan was naturally able to see their movements, and he also found that although the disciples of the Divine Prestige were elegant in swordsmanship, they fell into the siege of the opponent.
"Congratulations, the disciples of the war team will win." Lin Xuan said to Tang Yu with a smile.
Tang Yu blinked mischievously and did not speak, but the disciples of the nearby Shenwei regiment couldn't listen.
"Boy, what do you know? You talked in a mess!"
"Yes, can you see the match on the stage?"
"To please the beauties, open your eyes and talk nonsense! I despise you!"
The disciples did not think that Lin Xuan could see the match on the stage, let alone judge who won or lost, but after seven strokes, these people almost bit their tongues.
The disciples of the Divine Gods League did lose, and immediately after Lin Xuan finished speaking, he lost.
"Fuck, crow mouth!"
"Boy, dare to talk anymore and want you to look good!" The disciples of the Shenwei regiment stared at Lin Xuan fiercely.
Shaolin Xuan shook his head helplessly and ignored them. He is now remembering the battle on the No. 2 ring platform. These elite disciples really are not parallel imports. Everyone is very strong, and he has learned some experience from it.
More than a hundred disciples took turns to fight, and various moves came out, and the disciples who watched yelled and screamed. Finally, the first round of competition was over.
In addition to the first ten disciples who do not need to compete, half of the other 130 people will win the second round. Because of the competition of sixty-five people, one will take turns.
Those disciples who are promoted have closed their eyes and meditated, praying that it is themselves.
"Yin Qingyi, this round is empty!" The voice of the middle-aged Chinese character face sounded.
"Ah!" Yin Qingyi half-opened her mouth, a surprised expression, and the others were extremely lost.
"Congratulations, smooth promotion!" Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"Thank you, Brother Lin." Yin Qingyi said blushing.
"Below, this is the second round of the test. The 135th vs. the 49th!"
"It seems that such a large span is another blitz!" Some viewers were dissatisfied.
Zhe Linxuan did not expect that the first one was him playing, but fortunately, he could return to the rest area to watch other people's games. Thinking of this, he stood up, carried the dark red sword behind him, and slowly walked up to the ring.
"Fuck, that's the guy who cursed our divine power just now, Brother Xue, a fierce lesson!" Shouted the disciples of the divine power. UU Reading Book
"Brother Xue, do him!" On the stands, countless disciples shouted.
Xue Huaqing walked leisurely, enjoying the cheers from the stands. He knew that the voice belonged to him.
But, to his surprise, on the ring not far away, I remembered an unusual applause, just like the waves, a wave higher than a wave.
"Brother Lin, come on, I am optimistic about you!"
"Slap him, be sure to shoot him! Lin Xuan shoots him with your big sword!"
"Xuan brother, we support you, the disciples of the Southern District are with you!"
The high voice was not weaker than the Divine Order, and many of the promoted disciples couldn't help coming over.
"Oh, I can't think of anyone other than the three major forces, who can have such prestige, I'm a little looking forward!" Near the golden stand, a young man in black laughed.
"Why, do you want to win him?" Said the youth beside him.
"Look at it." The young man in black didn't say more, but looked at the ring.
"Boy, it seems that there are many people who support you. I don't know if they will be sad when you are beaten fiercely?" Xue Huaqing sneered. In his opinion, Lin Xuan dared to grab the limelight with him, just to death.
"I finally know why you all have to join the Divine Order." Lin Xuan said expressionlessly.
"Why?" Xue Huaqing asked subconsciously.
"Because you are both pens, fight, can you die without crap?" Lin Xuan rolled her eyes.
"Very good, boy, now I'm officially informed you, I'm angry!" Xue Hua Qing said coldly, "The consequence is that you have to lie out!"
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