Perhaps a father always has to fight for his children in his life.
When Lin Ming stood on the round stage of the competition, he felt a heavy sense of fate.
The Xie family member opposite looked at him eagerly. In the stands, Lin Wei was following Xie Daoyan nervously, and the position between them seemed to have changed in an instant.
The judges who were originally in the stands became the contestants who came off the field, and the contestants who came off the field now became the judges in the stands.
Life always has some absurdities.
"Just show it whatever weapon you are using."
Opposite him, a stocky and strong man drew a dexterous long sword from behind him.
The long sword has a sharp blade, which shows that it has been well maintained and the owner loves it very much.
It's just that the light long sword doesn't look good with a strong man.
However, only those standing opposite them knew clearly that when the strong man held the long sword in his hand, his temperament suddenly changed, and the original simple and honest appearance seemed to have turned into the surging sword energy.
He had seen Xie Daoyan's sword before.
That is the gentle sword of spring breeze and rain.
The sword in front of me is a bloody murderous sword.
Everyone is different, but it seems that every Xie family member is a master of swordsmanship.
Lin Ming also became cautious. He did not have any weapons in his hands, and usually relied on his strong physical strength to fight with others.
Even if you don't get close, you can still use the Dragon Scale Knife.
But the current situation is different from the previous enemies. The dragon scale sword will inevitably see blood, so it is obviously not suitable for such an occasion.
After thinking about it, he didn't even have a weapon at his disposal.
Lin Ming scratched his head in embarrassment, but took out the dragon scale knife.
This ferocious sword has its own unique aura. When it appears on the opposite side of the long sword, it makes a slight buzzing sound.
The voice seemed to be fearful, but also seemed to be making a sound of excitement as it met a well-matched opponent.
The strong man glanced at the dragon scale sword in surprise and said sincerely.
"It's a good weapon, let's get started!"
Lin Ming held the dragon scale sword in his hand. He did not take it out of its sheath. Instead, he held the scabbard tightly and pointed it at the opposite side.
This move was obviously understood by the other party as contempt for him, and there was a bit of raging anger in his eyes.
The sword light roared from the opposite side, like twin thunders descending from the sky.
Lin Ming has never been a match for him, but the Xie family in front of him still gave him a surprise.
The sword light flashed one after another, and the sky reflected by the snow-white light turned pale, and the temperature seemed to have cooled down.
The beautiful arc of the sword light supported an airtight net around him, tightly trapping him in it.
One sword frost-frozen fourteen states.
Lin Ming looked at this amazing move in front of him, and this poem unconsciously appeared in his mind.
He controlled his body and shuttled through the sword light with ease. Every time he raised the scabbard in his hand, he accurately blocked a sword edge.
In the stands, those who could not see the specific situation could only see the huge silver cocoon of light on the stage, and a bit of black light that broke through the cocoon.
Lin Wei looked at the situation in the audience worriedly and couldn't help but tugged on the master's arm.
"Master, is my father okay?"
Xie Daoyan's lips curled up into a lazy smile.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Even if something happens, your teacher and I will still be here, right?"
Lin Wei was not relieved by his words, he turned his head and stared at the audience closely.
That majestic sword light is really shocking and terrifying at the same time. I can't help but wonder, can anyone really escape from this airtight sword light?
No one knows what the situation is like better than those who have experienced the battle firsthand.
The menacing and strong man seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact he was troubled by Lin Ming's slipperiness.
He used the Xie family's unique footwork to execute his swordsmanship, and was able to draw the sword almost thirty-two times at the same time.
Those sword nets are enough to kill dozens of elephants in an instant.
But not only was Lin Ming unscathed, but he was also able to interrupt his moves with ease during the short interval between his sword strikes.
His swordsmanship, which could have been connected together and exerted great power, had to be interrupted again and again.
But at this moment, the knife in Lin Ming's hand didn't even come out of his body.
A trace of anger flashed through the middle-aged man's heart.
The father is indeed just as annoying as the son. Even if the son is very aggressive, the father is as slippery as a cat playing with a mouse, making it hard for people to touch or see through.
He took a step back, and on the round platform of the competition, the sharp sword light was withdrawn like a shadow.
All the bright light converged on the beautiful sword. He stood with the sword in his hand, his legs slightly spread out, standing as steady as a rock on the cloud platform.
"Do you look down on me too much? You don't even take out your sword!"
"Hmph! If that's the case, then I have to take it seriously!"
As he spoke, the hair on the middle-aged man's body stood up one by one.
Because he felt a dangerous aura, Lin Ming took his middle-aged state as the center of the circle and his sword as the origin. The wind disappeared, the sound also disappeared, and an absolutely silent space descended.
This is a space where everything stands upright.
The branches and leaves on the trees, the grass on the roadside, the fence beside the round platform, all inanimate things seemed to be endowed with souls. They were dyed with the sharpness of the blade and became the hidden shadow of the sword.
Lin Ming only felt horrified. He had a premonition that if this blow came out completely, he would be injured or not dead.
He slid forward rapidly, like a bolt of lightning that instantly crossed half of the circular platform and rushed in front of the middle-aged man.
But when he crossed into that silent realm, his speed was weakened like never before.
"Thank you for your family's pride. You can't tolerate your insult!"
Lin Ming was speechless. He didn't want to draw his sword to fight the enemy, but the sword would see blood when it was unsheathed. He felt that there was no need for such a bloody game.
But obviously the person opposite has misunderstood, and it may be difficult to end this situation without drawing a knife.
Lin Ming made a quick decision and pressed down hard on his wrist. The sharp joint on the handle of the knife instantly cut his palm and the blood was absorbed by the blade.
He pulled out a strangely black knife.
The moment the sword appeared, the long sword began to buzz in the silent dust.
The middle-aged strong man grunted and almost lost control of the sword in his hand. He widened his eyes, pointed his hand forward, and took a step forward.
Following the sword wind, all the flying things came out of this silent space.
All things turned into swords, and all of a sudden swords rained down.
Not only that, the figure of the middle-aged strong man also appeared in a trance for a second, and appeared next to Lin Ming the next second.
Lin Wei saw clearly this time and couldn't help but cover his mouth as he saw the changes on the round platform.
"dad!"
Xie Lang looked at him and felt a little pity.
His father was venting his anger on him, and he didn't agree with it in his heart. But when he saw his father use that move, he knew that the outcome of this game was decided.
Swords turn into dust. The Xie family has used this set of swordsmanship to defeat countless opponents.