The giant Wu Dalang let out a roar like a thunderous roar, holding the black sword that had also expanded several times, "Fei Ba" and rushed towards Lin Fan fiercely.
This trump card was originally reserved as the first cabinet disciple of the Sword Pavilion, or used to deal with the top cabinet disciples of the Sword Pavilion at the Sword Competition Conference. Unexpectedly, it was exposed here in advance
This made Wu Dalang very angry.
But the situation on the field was not allowed to use his trump card.
If we continue to fight like this, even if we can win, it will be a matter of 180 moves.
But if Wu Dalang defeats a disciple who has achieved success and has such difficulty, then even if he wins in the end, it will be even more shameful to win.
At that time, not only will Wu Dalang lose his face, but also the entire Daoge face.
Wu Dalang is a person with status and status, and he values reputation very much.
Naturally, he didn't want to see this happen.
Therefore, Wu Dalang had to expose his trump card in advance.
This was a last resort, but it also made Wu Dalang extremely angry.
There is a way to vent this aura of anger, and Lin Fan is naturally the target of venting.
Facing the big Wu Dalang, Lin Fan did not dare to be careless and immediately retreated, trying to distance himself.
But Wu Dalang not only surged at this moment, but also his speed increased a lot. He took his thighs and caught up with Lin Fan in three or two steps.
The black sword ferocious thunderous sound slashed towards Lin Fan from top to bottom.
Lin Fan's eyelids twitched.
Compared with the previous attack, this sword has increased its intensity by countless times.
Moreover, while Wu Dalang used his sword, his powerful sword aura had already closed the spaces in front, back, and left and right of Lin Fan.
There is no way to avoid it, only to take it head-on.
A fierce ruthlessness appeared in Lin Fan's eyes. He roared lowly, and there seemed to be a sound of thunder in his body.
The Blood Evil Crazy Curse has been stacked forty times at this moment!
The previous superposition of thirty-two mantras was already the limit that Lin Fan could reach. Now that it has been forced to increase to forty paths, Lin Fan instantly felt that his body was about to be torn apart.
The misty sea of blood above the head seemed to be boiling.
His eyes were covered with red bloodshot, and his body was like a thrown porcelain, with cracks appearing in many places.
The blood oozed out, making Lin Fan look extremely miserable.
With the forty spells added, Lin Fan felt as if a volcano was erupting in his body. His body was trembling slightly, and he roared, holding a sword in both hands, the sword edge trembled, and slashed out from bottom to top.
The next moment.
"clang!!!"
A loud noise that was shocking was heard.
The terrifying energy shock wave swept around instantly, but was blocked by the barrier at the edge of the battle platform and was rewind back, causing a terrifying storm on the battle platform.
The surface of the battle stand suddenly became in chaos.
This sword collision seemed to have exceeded the limit that this character battle platform could withstand.
Many visitors from the audience showed pain on their faces and quickly raised their hands to cover their ears.
With such a strong collision, although the energy was stopped by the battle platform, this sound alone is not something that ordinary people can bear.
"As such a terrifying scene, even if you saw some senior brothers with a half-step supreme cultivation fighting, you rarely see it."
"So amazing!"
"Then Lin Fan won't, are you dead?"
“…”
Everyone spoke one after another.
In the crowd, Lei Yunheng had a sneer on his face, and his originally clenched fist slowly loosened at this time, because the things he was worried about were no longer there from now on!
Wu Dalang will die without reservation!
Although it is logical that fighting on the battlefield is not allowed to hurt lives, when a real fight begins, who can guarantee that he can control that degree?
So almost every year, disciples die on the platform.
This is not too strange.
"Little junior brother!" Chu Ling'er exclaimed, her eyes full of worry.
The others beside her were also staring at the battle platform, hoping to see the familiar figure after the energy storm subsided.
On the platform to the east.
The true master of Jiange looked at the battle stand expressionlessly.
I don’t know if he forgot the purpose of coming here or if he had full confidence in Lin Fan.
Ye Leng, Mo Wentian and others were all full of worry.
On the field, there were many people.
After a moment.
The energy storm on the battlefield gradually subsided.
Wu Dalang's huge body first appeared in everyone's sight.
It is still tall and tall, like an iron tower, standing on the platform, and its whole body exudes a terrifying aura as fierce as a demon.
There were no scars on his body, and his breath was stable and fierce.
Obviously, he had the upper hand in the battle just now.
"Senior Brother Wu is mighty!"
"Senior Brother Wu is invincible!"
Many disciples from the Knife Pavilion below the stage immediately shouted loudly.
It seems that Wu Dalang must have won this way.
The hearts of the disciples of Jiange gradually sank.
Could it be... Lin Fan is really dead?
Soon, the energy storm subsided completely.
Lin Fan's figure also appeared in front of everyone.
However, his condition was extremely poor.
His head drooped weakly, his body was covered in blood, and his face was as pale as paper.
My body was still trembling slightly, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.
Especially the two arms are all covered in flesh and blood, and even the bones can be seen.
Although he was not dead, his aura was extremely weak and he had no power to fight again.
"Oh? I didn't expect that you were not dead after being stabbed by me. Your body was really good." Wu Dalang pressed the hilt of the knife with both hands, looked down at Lin Fan, and said.
After saying that, Wu Dalang raised his lips slightly, and a cold smile appeared on his face, and sent a message to Lin Fan, "Lin Fan, you may not know yet. Although it is not allowed to hurt people's lives on the battlefield, there is no sword.
If I accidentally kill you, even the sect rules will not be able to do anything to me. But I am not a bloodthirsty person. For the sake of your and my fellow disciples, as long as you kneel in front of me and beg for mercy
, I can spare your life, hahaha..."
Only Lin Fan heard the following words.
There is no other person.
Everyone just saw Wu Dalang looking at Lin Fan with a smile, and did not take the opportunity to attack. Many people admired Wu Dalang a little more.
"Ha...hehe... do you really think you will win?" Lin Fan slowly looked up at Wu Dalang and said with blood foam in his mouth.
Wu Dalang looked at Lin Fan unexpectedly, "What about that?"
Lin Fan's mouth twitched twice. Although he was nourished by the purple qi of Hongmeng, his injuries were too serious and he could not recover in a short while.
"I have the last sword. If you take it, I will admit defeat. But if you can't take it, you will lose it not only your face, but perhaps your life!" Lin Fan's voice was low and
But it resounded through the world with hoarseness, but it was extremely clear.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan's body shook violently twice and almost fell down.
Wu Dalang was stunned at first, then laughed, "Lin Fan, Lin Fan, you are really a duck, you are still stubborn when you die! If your strength is half as powerful as your mouth, you will not end up now.
The end is OK, don’t you have the last sword? Come on, let me learn your skills.”
After saying that, Wu Dalang opened his hands loudly.
He looks relaxed and completely unprepared.
There was also a burst of laughter from the audience.
Obviously, they all think Lin Fan is funny.
After all, Lin Fan's condition is really bad at this moment. Even he can't stand firmly, but he threatens to have a sword that can defeat Wu Dalang.
In this case, naturally no one will believe it.
"This guy is not very capable and has a big tone. With such a mind, it is difficult to achieve great things. It seems that Master is going to be disappointed." Jiange Zhenshu shook his head and said.
On the other side, the Daoge True Master sneered, and suddenly withdrew his gaze bored, and said to the disciples of the Daoge cabinet behind him: "You can think about it in advance and where to celebrate later."
"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed.
Although this time it was just a battle between disciples, it attracted widespread attention due to the particularity of the two.
The victory or defeat of this battle will greatly affect the morale of the Daoge and Jiange, and will even have an impact on the sword competition in the near future.
It is indeed worth celebrating that Wu Dalang won this game.
At this time, Lin Fan, who was standing on the stage, did not care about the doubts and disdain around him at all.
He is already communicating with the sword energy in his body.