The breeze blew across the snow-covered mountains, and it did not bring any refreshment on people's cheeks.

Four huge pillars of light stand in front of people, reflecting the ground paved with unknown materials.

Lin Fan stepped onto the ring for the third time this afternoon, only one step away from the real decisive battle.

The three thousand outer disciples held their breath and locked their eyes on Lin Fan, whom they were already very familiar with, but the various ideas in their eyes were extremely complicated.

Before Lin Fan's two swords were unsheathed, he won two victories in the top ten battles and entered the third league.

This seems to be an unreasonable thing to many outer disciples, because the top ten battles must be done with all their strength. In the history of the Fuxue Sect, there has never been an outer disciple who chose to abstain from the top ten battles.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon.

In their complex eyes, they were naturally guessing why, but few people would think that things were not complicated, but Lin Fan's sword was too strong.

At this time, Lin Fan did not relax because of the strength of this sword, but instead he was a little nervous.

Because his opponent in this round is Xiang Ming.

Xiang Ming fought fiercely today, and at this time, less than half of his vitality was in his body. Although he was not seriously injured, he was definitely not in his peak state. In fact, Lu Jin, who had entered the third grade as if he was crazy, was the same, but Lin Fan was in good condition.

Lin Fan's nervousness was not because he was afraid that he would lose, but because he was not used to attacking his friends.

Xiang Ming and Lin Fan were together for several months and knew Lin Fan's temperament well, so after coming to Lin Fan, Xiang Ming said, "Actually, I'm also very curious about this sword."

Lin Fan focused his attention and did not say too much, and drew his sword again!

Everyone's eyes once again focused on the seemingly ordinary and dark scabbard. When a pleasant whisper sounded across the quiet cliff, the old locust tree in the distance seemed to have heard some order and began to shake again.

However, the old locust tree is too far away from the arena, and only a very small number of people can find it.

Just like Ying Long who was silent at this moment, his left hand was placed behind him and began to tremble inexplicably. Only one of the elders beside him looked at him subconsciously, but did not regard this matter as a matter.

Lin Fan didn't know that his sword move could actually affect the big monster in the Fuxue Sect at this time. His mind was full of every subtle movement of the old man in blue clothes when he set off his sword under the red wall.

When he did 90% of his appearance, the sword would already have a charm.

Xiang Ming, who was standing opposite Lin Fan, looked exactly like the two of them before, and then he turned pale after brushing. If he grew darker, it would be a mistake to think that this was a face-changing juggling.

When the Qingfeng sword was unsheathed, it exposed the sword edge that was only a small piece of finger-long, Xiang Ming's expression was already showing his struggle.

But Lin Fan's movements did not stop. After Qing Feng was pulled out of his forearm, he deliberately paused. Xiang Ming suddenly took off the white scarf from his arm and said: "I admit defeat!"

This time, people could no longer accept this inexplicable result. The outside disciples on and off the court used words and actions to express their dissatisfaction and indignation.

For a moment, the four-story cliffs of the snow-covered mountain were hustle and bustle, and the scene seemed extremely chaotic.

But the disciples did not understand the meaning of this, but the elders sitting upright thought in their hearts, what kind of sword move was this?

When Lin Fan entered the ten-man battle, he drew three swords in total. The first two swords were just Qingfeng who had just left the scabbard, but this time the Qingfeng sword really exposed Qingfeng.

In that moment, practitioners above the Yuandan realm could feel that all the energy of heaven and earth on the arena seemed to be able to listen to people's words, allowing Lin Fan to command and pounce on Xiang Ming.

Although Xiang Ming had tried his best to withstand the pressure, when the Qingfeng sword was sheathed more than halfway, the premonition that a cold light was about to come destroyed his heart like a storm.

Xiang Ming decisively chose to give up. In addition to the power of this sword, Lin Fan also paused his hand. He did not really intend to give his all and did not intend to hurt him.

But at this time, the powerful figures in the Fuxue Sect, who could see these deep reasons on the big mahogany chair, did not care about Xiang Ming. They were surprised by the unsheathed sword and frightened by the unsheathed sword.

Originally, this sword was supposed to be a mysterious sword move, but when I looked at it again, it should be a top sword move in the world.

Looking at the Fuxue Gate, you have never had the top sword moves in the world.

This is the real reason why the elders stood up.

As the head of the Fuxue Sect, Zhao Qingshi was very knowledgeable, but Lin Fan's sword really shocked him. He didn't know where Lin Fan learned such a sword move, nor did he know why Lin Fan could learn such a sword move.

The only thing he has to do now is to keep watching.

Of course, if you want to continue watching, you have to stop the current chaos.

So he said in his luck: "Since you have a white towel, you can abstain from it. Abstention should be voluntary, and it is also forced by the situation. You and other disciples do not have to make a noise, and the competition will continue."

Zhao Qingshi's voice was like an ancient bell, and it spread across the four floors of the cliffs in an instant. All the outer disciples suddenly became quiet, but there were still many incomprehensions on their faces.

As Lin Fan's last opponent, Lu Jin walked onto the ring surrounded by many friends.

After Lu Jin took the stage, he showed off the Rain Snake Sword in his hand and said bluntly: "Lin Fan, you pretend to make friends on weekdays and be a teacher. You use these methods to take it seriously. At this time, let me see if your sword has real materials."

Lin Fan had no expression in the face of Lu Jin's remarks that he judged the gentleman's ambition.

It seems that it was infected by Ye Ningshuang, and Lin Fan didn't care much about someone who was not his friend.

He just raised his head and locked his eyes on Lu Jin.

Qingfeng is unsheathed!

A sharp roar from "clang." came from Lin Fan's sword drawing with all his strength this time!

A blue light, fueled by vital energy, left the surface of the Qingfeng Sword, and invisibly brought out a wave of air, and came to Lu Jin in an instant.

A gust of wind blew up, and the hairs of three thousand outer disciples flew violently.

People could not even make a stunned look, and they did not even feel frightened. A black shadow appeared on the ring and supported the formation barrier with one hand.

The four pillars of light supporting the ring suddenly bent, and the light turned into a circular shield to cover the black shadow and cruel expressions, frozen on Lu Jin's face.

Immediately afterwards, the old locust tree in the distance broke countless branches.

Then, another "kang" sounded, Lin Fan returned to the scabbard with his green sword, and there was no smug expression on his face, only calmness.

Only then did the three thousand outer disciples realize that Lin Fan could draw his sword very quickly, but Lin Fan could kill with one blow when his opponent could not react at all.
Chapter completed!