At this moment, the battle between the strongest geniuses reached its peak.
Countless disciples held their breath and stared at the competition stage.
The two outstandingly handsome people over there represent the two strongest disciples of the two sects.
How is this battle going? Who loses and who wins? They are all looking forward to it.
Even from their perspective, the atmosphere at the entire scene became extremely depressing. It seemed as if two bolts of lightning were colliding with each other on the competition stage, emitting a frightening aura.
In the eyes of those disciples, Uncle Lin and Xin Feng were motionless, and they must be competing for momentum. This battle will be a battle between dragons and tigers.
Liang Yichu and Wu Ya looked at each other and smiled at each other. There was no bickering scene before, as if they were expecting something.
"Brother Yi Chu, it was on this competition stage that we first met, right?" Wu Ya asked with a smile.
"Yes, a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time flies so fast, but the scene of our martial arts competition at that time is still fresh in my memory. You looked like you were crying when I beat you. Think about it now.
It's really funny." Liang Yichu said as he recalled the past.
"You said that a hundred years have passed and you are still stubborn. I don't need to tell you who made whom cry at that time." Wu Ya glanced at him, expressing some helplessness.
"Brother Wuya, don't pretend to be an old fool. If it hadn't been for Sect Leader Yan back then, I would have been the strongest genius in the battle," Liang Yichu said.
"Okay, I don't want to argue with you anymore. Your Jiuxiao Sect will definitely lose this time."
"It sounds like it's true."
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At this moment on the competition stage.
Lin Fan looked at the aloof Xin Feng and already had a plan in mind.
"Hey..." Lin Fan sighed at this moment, "Brother Feng, Sheng Sect and Jiuxiao Sect are friendly sects. You and I must not ruin our relationship. But now a war is unavoidable. Please come out."
Recruit."
"Hmph." Xin Feng snorted coldly, and the momentum in his body surged. The long swords condensed with sword intent shone with extremely sharp brilliance, and six long swords exuding supreme power floated behind Xin Feng.
Lin Fan took a step forward, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Come on..."
Now that my state is only the innate Dzogchen state, the highest combat power, that is, the peak of trance, how can I do it better than Xin Feng, a high-level person in this small heaven.
But sometimes everything is uncertain. In competition, more depends on your brain.
"I won't take your life." At this moment, Xin Feng said coldly and arrogantly. With a wave of his finger, a long sword made of sword intent floating behind him screamed out, penetrating through the layers of void, carrying an unstoppable force.
With great force, he attacked towards Lin Fan.
"Brother Yi Chu, your direct disciple's understanding is top-notch, but I didn't expect to practice "Cangtian Sword" to the Void Sword Realm." Wu Ya said with a sigh.
Liang Yichu smiled and said, "Of course, but it still needs practice. The level is sufficient. The only difference is the artistic conception."
A long sword condensed with sword intent drew a ray of light in the void, like a starburst, dazzling and charming. Even the disciples sitting in the audience could feel a strong sword intent from it.
"What's wrong with Uncle Lin? Why don't you move?"
At this moment, the disciples in the audience exclaimed.
Zong Hentian and Tianjiao disciples were sitting there, also in fear. They did not expect that the wind was so strong, but why did Master Lin still stand there.
"Cangtian Sword" is a secret not passed down by Liang Yichu. It is a transcendent sword technique obtained from an ancient ruins. With nine as the limit, if you practice to the highest level, you can condense nine long swords in the void.
Now that Xin Feng has condensed six long swords, he has reached the Void Sword Realm.
At this time, the long sword condensed with sword intent was pointing directly at Lin Fan's chest, but Lin Fan remained motionless.
In an instant, Lin Fan didn't hear the system's experience prompt, and felt a little regretful in his heart. But now was the critical moment, Lin Fan pretended to retreat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
At this moment everyone was stunned.
The disciples in the audience stood up. They couldn't believe that Master Lin would actually take a hard blow.
The expressions of Sect Leader Yan, Wuya and others also changed slightly.
"Why don't you fight back?" At this moment, Xin Feng's face turned cold and he shouted angrily, "Are you trying to humiliate me?"
Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up straight, and said with no regrets on his face, "I will bear the sword and apologize to Brother Feng for what happened yesterday."
Xin Feng, who looked cold and arrogant, was also shocked at this moment, "You..."
He didn't expect that the other party would actually give him a blow in order to apologize to him. This...
"Brother Feng, there are still five swords, come on." At this moment, Lin Fan raised his head and said seriously.
That expression of no regrets made the disciples in the audience feel a little moved.
The expressions of the talented disciples of Jiuxiao Sect also changed slightly. They did not expect that the guy they hated the most would be so heroic.
At this moment, Xin Feng was also a little moved, but when he thought that the weapon he had cultivated for a long time was destroyed by this person, his heart was filled with anger.
"Hmph, I advise you to fight back, otherwise don't blame me if you die." Xin Feng said coldly.
"Uncle Master, fight back." Zong Hentian shouted from the side of the Tianjiao disciples of the Holy Sect.
"Uncle Master, fight back..." the disciples of the Holy Sect also shouted.
"You heard it. If your fellow disciples ask you to fight back, you'd better listen to them. The sword just struck was just the weakest one..." Xin Feng said.
Lin Fan stood there and shook his head, "Six swords are six swords. Brother Feng's weapon was destroyed by me. I feel guilty, so I accepted Brother Feng's six swords to make amends. If I die, it will be my own fault."
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"Sect Master Yan, Brother Wuya, look at this..." Liang Yichu said in a somewhat embarrassed tone at this moment.
"Although my disciple has only cultivated to the Void Sword Realm, the next few swords are more powerful than the last. I'm afraid..."
And in this moment.
The second sword carried more fierce sword intent than the first sword and shot out of the air.
The power of this second sword is more powerful than the first sword.
"puff……."
At this moment, Lin Fan fell to the ground again, blood filling the sky.
"The third sword..." Lin Fan stood up again at this moment, took a step forward, and stared at Xin Feng.
"Brother Feng, you don't need to hold back. I know you have some hatred for me in your heart. Even if you vent it out, I can bear it." The moment he spoke, Lin Fan spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Uncle Master..." At this moment, the disciples of the Holy Sect could no longer bear it.
The talented disciples of Jiuxiao Sect looked at each other, their eyes flashing with deep shock.
This man is a real man....
Gradually, their attitude towards this person also changed.