On the ring, Xie Qinghou was dressed in green clothes, with a look of disdain on his beautiful face. As his figure floated, seven flying knives suddenly appeared from behind!
Under the sun, the seven flying knives reflected the dazzling light and emitted a trembling hiss. The sharp breath hovered above the tip of the knife, making people extremely heart-stopping.
Lin Huang's expression was solemn. Looking at the flying knife behind Xie Qinghou, he felt extremely dangerous. It seemed that wherever the flying knife passed, there was no escape.
"Martial spirit - there are no false starts!"
Lin Huang spoke softly with his thin lips, revealing Xie Qinghou's martial spirit.
Xie Qinghou smiled confidently, "Three years ago, when I challenged Lin Cangxue, I used seven flying knives. Now I have cultivated nine, I wonder how many you can block!"
"Snow is falling on earth!"
Lin Huang's response to Xie Qinghou was that the sky was full of heavy snow, falling like snow-white cherry blossoms, and a sad aura suddenly filled the entire arena.
"This is the first time I've seen snow falling on the earth. It's so beautiful!"
Xie Qinghou smiled, and the flying knife behind him trembled more intensely.
On the ring, Lin Huang closed his eyes with a smile, and two knives suddenly appeared in his hands, glowing with a bright and cold light.
The king picture on the left hand, the dominance on the right hand!
"Wang Tu Hegemony, you actually learned it by yourself?"
Xie Qinghou frowned, but there was not much fear in his eyes.
Then, another knife appeared in front of Lin Huang, which was Lin Huang's demon-suppressing knife. The demon-suppressing knife was suspended in the air, very quiet, but terrifyingly quiet.
Xie Qinghou's face suddenly became heavy.
"You and I will decide the outcome with one move!"
On the ring, Lin Huang still had his eyes closed, but his lips curled into a confident smile, and his thin lips uttered every word with murderous intent.
As soon as the words fell, the heavy snow in the sky suddenly became shrill and shrill, and the forest wasteland turned into an afterimage, heading towards Xie Qinghou.
Xie Qinghou's expression condensed and he quickly retreated. The flying knife behind him was like a stream of light, streaking through the air and heading towards Lin Huang's eyebrows.
Clang clang clang clang!
Above the arena, smoke and dust suddenly filled the air. Everyone could only hear the sound of weapons clashing, but could no longer see Lin Huang and Xie Qinghou.
A battle with one move is gone in the blink of an eye.
By the time the smoke cleared, the battle was over.
On the stage, the knife in Lin Huang's hand appeared on Xie Qinghou's neck, and there was a faint blood groove in the white snow.
And between Lin Huang's brows, there was a delicate flying knife suspended in the air, with a cold murderous intent in its calmness.
Under the arena, all the disciples looked at the two people in confusion, not knowing what the final result would be.
The moment just now was so fast that no one could capture it, only the current scene.
"Is it a tie?"
The disciples were puzzled.
"Hmph, how can it be a tie? Didn't you see that Senior Brother Xie still has two flying knives in his hand? If they are released, Lin Huang will definitely die!"
"So, Lin Huang was defeated?"
"Lin Huang is indeed defeated!"
Some disciples are convinced.
Xie Qinghou looked at the cold knife on his neck, with a look of shock in his eyes, "It is indeed snow falling on the world, and there is such a sharp knife hidden in the sadness and sadness!"
"It seems that the snow falling on earth did not disappoint you!"
Lin Huang smiled.
"But you lost!"
Xie Qinghou pursed his lips and said, raising the two flying knives on the fingertips of his hands, with a bright smile on his extremely handsome face.
Lin Huang's knife could cut off Xie Qinghou's neck at any time, but Xie Qinghou's flying knife suspended in the air could also penetrate Lin Huang's eyebrows at any time.
In this way, the two are considered to be tied.
But Xie Qinghou only fired seven flying knives, and there were two more flying knives on his fingertips.
In this case, Lin Huang loses!
"I don't think so!"
Lin Huang grinned, then raised his left hand, exposing the cuff of his arm, and signaled to Xie Qinghou.
Xie Qinghou's eyes suddenly condensed.
Lin Huang's left hand cuff hid dense formation seals. Whenever Xie Qinghou's two flying knives were used, the formations in the cuff would be swept out.
In this way, the two may be tied again!
"I even made a natal flying knife!"
Xie Qinghou seemed a little unwilling.
"Can you feel the power of my martial spirit?"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows.
Xie Qinghou frowned.
"Is that a tie?"
Xie Qinghou's handsome face showed a hint of helplessness. He thought that Lin Huang might be difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect that Lin Huang would be so difficult to deal with.
"That's a tie!"
Lin Huang nodded and said, sheathing the demon-suppressing knife in his hand, with a sunny smile on his face, and continued: "In the future, don't use my sister to stimulate me. You and I are just competing. If we really fight, you will be dead!"
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Xie Qinghou frowned, and then his expression changed drastically. His snow-white face showed a deep look of disappointment, and he murmured in a low voice, "I lost!"
It was only now that Xie Qinghou remembered Lin Huang's realm. He had already lost half a step to Lin Huang's Tianyuan realm at Tianyuan realm.
And just now he saw that the place between Lin Huang's eyebrows was actually oozing with golden light, which looked extremely hard. Even if he slashed it with his own sword, he couldn't kill him.
"How did you make an exception?"
Xie Qinghou suddenly asked.
"You think that there is a knife hidden in Xue Piao Ren's World is scary, but the fact is that Xue Piao Ren's World has touched the story deep in your heart. You are distracted!"
Lin Huang grinned and walked off the ring calmly.
Xie Qinghou was stunned, looking at Lin Huang's back, and said in a voice that could only be heard by himself: "It seems that I still lost to Lin Cangxue!"
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After a fleeting battle, all the elders were thoughtful. Even though they did not see the sword array in Lin Huang's sleeves, they were still a little shocked. Lin Huang actually fought to a draw with Xie Qinghou.
With half a step of Tianyuan, he was able to shake Xie Qinghou forcefully.
Although he looks like a young man, he seems to have the same light that Lin Cangxue had back then.
However, the two are tied, which makes it even more difficult to decide, which of the two should be the leading disciple...
In the main hall, Yan Nangui also frowned a little.
"I have a suggestion for your elders' reference!"
Nan Yunlie shook his braids and smiled mysteriously.
All the elders' eyes fell on Nan Yunlie, along with Lin Huang and Xie Qinghou.
Nan Yunlie cleared his throat and said seriously: "Guess the game!"
Ahem!
Yan Nangui in the main hall suddenly coughed.
Lin Huang and Xie Qinghou looked at each other, both seeing the surprise and astonishment in each other's eyes.
"mora?"
"Can you still make such a choice?"
"This old man Nan Yunlie has really not grown up!"
Later, Lin Huang was surprised to find that after being stunned, all the elders in the hall fell silent, rolled their eyes, and seemed to be thinking seriously.
"Palace Master, I think this is so wonderful!"
An elder spoke.
“I also think it’s feasible and fair!”
Another elder spoke.
"The speed of punching tests the strength, the changing punches test the vision and reaction, and there is also a psychological battle with the opponent. This kind of duel is a must-have!"
Some elders praised.
“Simply unparalleled!”
Another elder had a face filled with surprise.
Several elders spoke, and the other elders in the hall nodded in agreement. The expressions of deep agreement made Nan Yunlie smile with a smile on his face, and he was simply impressed by his own IQ.
In the main hall, Yan Nangui put his hand on his forehead, as if he couldn't bear to look directly at the elders below, and then waved his hand, "Let's just guess, the winner will become the leading disciple!"
Lin Huang and Xie Qinghou were immediately stunned!
"In the battle between four sects and ten dynasties, what an important choice it is to lead the disciples, but it is really solved by guessing?"
"This... is too rude!"
Lin Huang sighed inwardly, "This is just nonsense!"
Then Lin Huang's eyes lit up, and he stared at Xie Qinghou next to him eagerly, with a smile on his face. In his memory, he had never won against Jun Qingcheng in a boxing match!
Thinking of this, Lin Huang suddenly felt confident.
"I agree!"
Lin Huang said loudly.
Xie Qinghou's expression changed, and he stared at Lin Huang with wide eyes. His handsome face was a little distorted. He had no idea that Lin Huang would rebel like this.
"I agree too!"
Xie Qinghou snorted coldly.
"Then let's begin, one round will determine the outcome!"
Seeing that the two agreed, Nan Yunlie suddenly became excited. He had always thought that fighting and killing was so much fun, and guessing at guessing was so interesting.
No need to speak.
There is no need to go to war.
A dispute can be settled with a wave of your hand.
How good is this!
Nan Yunlie walked up to the two of them and took the initiative to act as the referee.
Xie Qinghou looked at Nan Yunlie's excited face, feeling like a lump in his throat, not to mention how uncomfortable he was. Lin Huang blinked at Nan Yunlie, "This old man is getting more and more pleasing to his eyes!"
"I count one, two, three, you all punch at the same time!"
Nan Yunlie spoke.
Lin Huang reached out his hand eagerly.
Xie Qinghou had a look of helplessness on his face. He had rarely lost in guessing games with others in his life, and it was very difficult to lose.
Xie Qinghou let out a long sigh.
"One...two..."
In the main hall, a group of elders stared at the two people with burning eyes, holding their breath and concentrating, not even daring to take a breath.
"three!"
Nan Yunlie suddenly shouted.
In the main hall, Lin Huang and Xie Qinghou punched at the same time, staging the most eye-catching battle in the history of Piaoxue Palace...