"Mo Shaoku hates the righteous monks very much. Countless righteous monks died in his hands. Didn't you watch the game yesterday? He brutally killed a disciple of the inner hall of the Spirit Finger Sect. Even the supervising elders had no time to save him.
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The players nearby were stunned when they heard this. Is this person so stupid?
The NPC monk sighed as he spoke, looked at Lin Jichen on the ring sympathetically, and said: "This Sword Sect boy is probably doomed. If he gives up now, he can still save his life."
Who would have thought that the Taiping female player who had just asked the question suddenly became furious.
"Fart! How could my idol lose? You just haven't seen the world. I'll let you see what it means to be a genius!"
The NPC monk naturally didn't believe it. He looked at Lin Jichen, an unknown boy, and said disdainfully: "A disciple of Tianyan Sword Sect? That doesn't work. Unless Chu Tianhan or Li Mu are here, no one can be Mo Shaoku's opponent.
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"If you have the guts, just bet me a hundred spiritual stones, do you dare?" said the Taiping female player.
"Come here, little girl, don't refuse to pay if you lose."
"Anyone who reneges on his debt is a dog. I, Liu Xiazi, am known for being disloyal...ah, I am willing to admit defeat!"
On the other side, in the Sword Sect's territory, Nangong Wu's expression became obviously more solemn after seeing Lin Jichen's opponent.
"Dad, who is this person?" Nangong Yue asked.
"The great disciple of Xieji Sect, Mo Shaoku."
"What? Is that the genius who is said to be a once-in-a-century genius from the Evil Ji Sect?" Nangong Yue's heart tightened and she became worried.
Nangong Wu nodded, frowning and said: "Although Mo Shaoku only has a late-stage Jindan cultivation, he has already cultivated his magic skills to the extreme. Lin Jichen is really unlucky. He encountered a tough fight in the first game. I hope
Lin Jichen knows the current situation, don't hold on, otherwise you may be in danger."
Nangong Yue became anxious, grabbed Nangong Wu's arm, and said, "Dad, then you must protect your junior brother."
Nangong Wu smiled bitterly and said: "Of course I know this. This boy is the proud disciple of the leader. If anything happens to him, I, the elder, will probably suffer as well."
Nangong Yue breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but still said confidently: "I believe that junior brother can defeat him, junior brother is very powerful!"
Nangong Wuze shook his head, disapproving.
Lin Jichen, like Chen Yuan, both started training too late. Unlike people like Mo Shaoku, they all practiced and received training in the sect since childhood.
Nangong Wu is clear about the gap between the two, at least he understands Chen Yuan very well.
If Chen Yuan met Mo Shaoku, he was sure that Chen Yuan would be bloody.
The reason why he values Chen Yuan is because of his talent and potential, not his current strength.
Chen Yuan is considered top-notch among the ordinary disciples, but he is still not enough for the elite disciples of the major sects.
He thought that even if Lin Jichen was a little better than Chen Yuan, he wouldn't be much better.
So he was not optimistic about this competition.
Chenzi arena.
Lin Jichen looked at Mo Shaoku across from him, and his intuition told him that this person was not simple.
Mo Shaoku saw that Lin Jichen was very unfamiliar. Although he was wearing Sword Sect clothes, he looked like an ordinary disciple.
Only the elite disciples of the Tianyan Sword Sect, including Chu Tianhan, Nangong Yue, Li Mu, Bai Wugou, Qin Chu, etc., made him fearful.
As for the guy in front of him who has nothing but good looks, he is not worthy of his attention at all.
"Come on God Lin!"
"Come on, Mr. Lin!"
"Come on, Master Lin!"
On both sides of the observation decks, countless female players began to cheer for Lin Jichen.
Mo Shaokong raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be quite famous."
Lin Jichen replied calmly: "Actually, there is no need for them to cheer for me."
"Why? Is it because you know you will lose?"
Mo Shaokong laughed, his expression proud and proud.
He knew he was going to lose even before the fight with this kid. It seemed like his reputation as Mo Shaoku was still very effective.
"Boy, I'm in a very good mood for what you said. If you give up and admit defeat now, I will spare your life." Mo Shaokong waved his hand and said magnanimously.
Lin Jichen raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a subtle smile.
"You misunderstood. I said they don't need to cheer for me, because to deal with a small character like you, there is no need to cheer, because I will definitely beat you."
Mo Shaoku's pride disappeared from his face, replaced by a ferocious smile.
"Very good, I, Mo Shaoku, am a righteous monk who likes to challenge me, because that will make me kill very happily. I hope you can keep talking harshly until...you die!"
Lin Jichen shrugged and said, "I have always been tough-talking. My swords are all forged with my mouth. One word stands out, tough! Do you have any objections?"
As he spoke, he showed off the Qingming Sword in his hand.
Mo Shao smiled angrily and looked at the war supervisor impatiently, waiting for his order.
He couldn't wait to see if the guy in front of him really had such a hard mouth.
"The competition begins!"
The war supervising elder gave the order.
Mo Shaoku almost moved at this moment!
As he stepped forward, the aura of the late stage of the golden elixir suddenly surged out, like a hell demon dragon bursting out of the ground, with demonic energy boiling all over his body.
Without any nonsense, Mo Shaoku slapped a palm directly in mid-air!
"Evil King's Palm!"
This palm suddenly erupted like a silent volcano. The powerful force caused the airflow around the arena to become turbulent and caused the river surface around the island to surge.
Lin Jichen showed no fear and slashed through the air with the Qingming Sword!
"Sky Light Slash!"
A touch of sword energy is like the rising sun hanging in the sky, the divine light flashes and is dazzling!
Mo Shaoku suddenly closed his palm, and his whole body passed through the sword energy as if teleporting, and appeared in front of Lin Jichen.
"Boy, you are too weak!"
While Mo Shaokong was speaking, the wind from his palm was fierce, like a flash flood erupting. With a sinister aura, it struck Lin Jichen's head viciously!
Seeing that the palm of his hand was in the middle of the wind, Mo Shaoku smiled disdainfully, that's it?
However, when the palm wind fell, there was no familiar feeling like hitting someone else's heavenly spirit in the past. Instead, there was a feeling of emptiness in the palm.
"Phantom technique?" Mo Shaoku reacted quickly.
A crisis struck behind him, and a wisp of sword energy struck him.
Mo Shaoku snorted coldly and held up a piece of true energy cover as thin as a cicada's wing in front of him.
The sword energy fell on it, just like a dragonfly touching water, causing only a little ripple, and then disappeared.
Lin Jichen stopped the sword in his hand and said in surprise: "Tianpinxinfa, the devil's true essence?"
Mo Shaoku sneered and said: "You are quite discerning. You even know the Demonic True Essence Art. Now do you think you still have hope of winning?"
Lin Jichen chuckled, Moji Zhenyuan Jue is indeed a very powerful mental skill. It can automatically protect itself from the owner's consciousness. It has extremely high defense and can be used both physically and mentally.
Whether it is spells or physical damage, it can be resisted, and it is not like the spiritual shield of the Golden Core realm, which consumes a lot of mana.
Moji Zhenyuan Jue consumes very little mana, and it can even absorb the damage received and add it to the master's next attack.
This ability is very abnormal.
In my previous life, this mental skill was sold at a sky-high price.
Lin Jichen looked at Mo Shaoku's eyes and became extremely hungry...