When Lin Yihui saw Lin Ziqing's sword suddenly approaching, she had to withdraw her sword to defend. This is the characteristic of Dugu Nine Swords, if you advance, you never retreat!
Every move of Dugu's Nine Swords is offensive. If you attack the enemy, you have to defend. Of course, you don't have to defend yourself.
Lin Ziqing seemed to have guessed Lin Yihui's reaction. With a flick of her wrist, she swung away Lin Yihui's wooden sword, then stabbed forward, and the sword tip was in front of Lin Yihui's throat.
At this moment, Lin Yihui felt that what Lin Ziqing was holding was not a harmless wooden sword, but a sharp weapon that exuded endless cold light, as if she could kill her as long as she gently moved it forward.
Feeling cold, he was stunned on the spot.
Lin Ziqing slowly took back the wooden sword and said calmly, "I accept."
Lin Yihui had just come to her senses, but she was still frightened, as if she had just experienced a life-and-death crisis.
Everyone watching the battle looked at each other in disbelief. They never dreamed that Xiao Transparent, who they usually looked down upon, could actually defeat Lin Yihui in the late stage of body refining with one move in the blink of an eye. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, this would have happened.
It’s just like a fantasy!
"Okay!" Several disciples who came to watch applauded, quite like watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously.
Lin Zixin finally let go of his worries and smiled on his face. He really didn't expect that Lin Ziqing's swordsmanship could be so exquisite.
"Good swordsmanship!" Lin Yihui stepped out from the crowd and came to Lin Ziqing, cupping his hands and saying, "My roommate is naughty and acts recklessly. Thank you Aunt Ziqing for showing mercy."
Lin Yihui was quite convinced by his aunt's shout. He thought to himself that if they were to change positions, he would not be able to defeat Lin Yihui with one move. After all, Lin Ziqing had not yet refined her body, so that sword move was already extremely clever.
"Brother, you have to help me get revenge." Lin Yihui said reluctantly.
"Shut up, don't you think it's embarrassing?" Lin Yihui scolded with a straight face. Lin Yihui immediately flattened her mouth and did not dare to say anything.
"Let's discuss?" Lin Ziqing said to Lin Yihui suddenly and unexpectedly.
Lin Ziqing knew in her heart that defeating Lin Yihui might not mean anything, but if she could defeat Lin Yihui, the most powerful and prestigious swordsman among the "Yi" generation, she would be able to enter the eyes of the big shots in the clan faster.
"It seems that the question I just asked you will have an answer." Lin Tianheng said with a smile on the high-rise building, and then drank a cup of tea, feeling as if he was old and happy.
"Lin Ziqing's talent is indeed impressive." Lin Junying agreed, while adding some tea to Lin Tianheng.
"Why, are you supporting her again now?" Lin Tianheng asked deliberately.
"This subordinate is just stating the facts." Lin Junying seemed to be saying something unsophisticated, but Lin Tianheng laughed loudly.
In the martial arts arena, Lin Yihui and Lin Ziqing looked at each other for a moment before nodding and saying: "Since Aunt Ziqing is interested in elegance, Yihui should accompany her."
Hearing this, Lin Yihui glared at Lin Ziqing fiercely, probably thinking about how Lin Ziqing would be taught a lesson by Lin Yihui next.
Lin Yihui angrily withdrew from the field. Only Lin Ziqing and Lin Yihui were left in the field. Lin Yihui was different from the two women in that he used a long sword. Naturally, he also changed to a long wooden sword at this time.
"Please enlighten me." Lin Yihui bowed his hands.
"Please." Lin Ziqing still said very few words.
The two stood opposite each other, staring into each other's eyes. For a moment, neither of them had the intention to take action. They were both waiting for the other to reveal his flaws first.
Sure enough, Lin Ziqing, who had not yet begun to train, could no longer hold on. A drop of sweat slid down her forehead and happened to fall into her right eye, forcing her to blink quickly to maintain her vision.
At this moment, Lin Yihui drew his sword. Unlike Lin Yihui, who tried to overwhelm others with force, what he really wanted to achieve was to surpass Lin Ziqing in swordsmanship!
As soon as Lin Yihui struck out, he used the first form of Dugu Nine Swords that he had just learned today and was not yet proficient at. This sword already contained one hundred and twenty changes. It was more advanced than when he just thrust out the first sword. Although
The magnitude is not huge, but it is a real improvement!
However, no matter how many changes Lin Yihui's swordsmanship contains, Lin Ziqing can always predict his moves and interrupt his changes in advance.
Even though Lin Ziqing's vision was limited at this time, she could still execute exquisite sword moves, forcing Lin Yihui to give up the attack and turn around to defend.
"The enemy's plane is expected first." Lin Tianheng sighed, "Lin Yihui is going to lose."
Lin Yihui's swordsmanship talent is already good, but it is far behind Lin Ziqing. If Lin Yihui's understanding is similar to Linghu Chong's, then Lin Ziqing's talent is at the seventh level. He can understand it at a glance and master it as soon as he learns it!
"Now you don't have to worry about the "Innate Body-Breaking Invisible Sword Qi" being temporarily useless." Lin Tianheng smiled and said, "Let's go."
After saying that, Lin Tianheng flashed and descended from the tall building. Lin Junying was like a black shadow, sneaking into the darkness of the Lin family.
The moment Lin Tianheng came downstairs, the winner was decided on the martial arts field.
Lin Ziqing's dagger was only three inches away from Lin Yihui's right eye, while Lin Yihui's long sword was still three inches away from Lin Ziqing's left arm.
"Promise." Lin Ziqing slowly sheathed her sword, her face still expressionless.
"I lost." Lin Yihui took back his sword and said calmly.
As soon as this result came out, there was an uproar.
"How is this possible! How could my brother lose to that annoying guy!" Lin Yihui's face was full of disbelief, as if something was collapsing in her heart.
"It's incredible that Brother Yihui will lose! Lin Ziqing's swordsmanship is actually so powerful?!"
"Have you ever felt that Lin Ziqing's swordsmanship is so powerful? He can strike from behind every time, as if he can know in advance what moves Brother Yi Hui will make."
"Brother Yi Hui probably didn't try his best. After all, he is at the peak of physical training and is only a little short of advancing to the day after tomorrow. If he tried his best, how could Lin Ziqing be his opponent?"
Several sword training disciples gathered together and murmured.
"This is a swordsmanship competition, not a competition of strength. If it's a competition of strength, let Lin Yihui try it with me?" A man with a heavy back and a big sword came over and said.
When they saw that the speaker was Lin Yihao, who was recognized as the strongest among the "Yi" generation, they immediately dared not speak. This man was a real fierce man. When he was in the body refining state, he could pick up a stone as big as a millstone.
Playing with the ball, not to mention that now that his cultivation has reached an advanced level, it is not a matter of just lifting a finger to ravage them.
Regardless of his cultivation level, Lin Yihao is Lin Jianli's great-grandson. He has outstanding talent and status that is still slightly above Lin Yihui. It is indeed not something that they can afford.
"But having said that, Lin Ziqing's swordsmanship is indeed good." Lin Yihao praised, and then returned to the sword training venue to practice drawing swords.
"Okay, okay." Lin Zixin stood up and said to the disciples practicing swordsmanship, "That's it for today. Whether you stay and continue practicing swordsmanship, or go back and recite the heart tactics, it all depends on you.
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Lin Zixin glanced at Lin Ziqing with a smile on his face, thinking that he must report today's events quickly to find a good future for Lin Ziqing so that he would not be bullied again.
Lin Ziqing nodded lightly, then wrapped her wooden sword with a coarse cloth, turned around and left the martial arts arena. She was worried that if she had been out for a long time, her mother in the hospital bed would suffer again.
Different from when she came in, and different from the past, Lin Ziqing walked out of the martial arts arena with her head held high this time. When there was no one in front of her, a faint smile finally appeared on her lips, and she hoped in her heart that the efforts she had made today would not be the best.
It will be in vain.
If it weren't for her mother's urgent need for treatment and the incident of Lin Tianheng's selection of a sword-training genius, Lin Ziqing would never have dared to take such a risk. After all, this was a major event that might offend the family head. If Lin Yihui's petty mind was waiting for an opportunity to retaliate, she and her mother's
Life will truly come to an end.
"That's the right thing to do, hold your head high, stride forward, and you should smile more in the future." A kind voice sounded in Lin Ziqing's ears, frightening her, and her smile immediately disappeared.
Lin Ziqing didn't notice at all when Lin Tianheng appeared next to her, but when she saw the kind smile on Lin Tianheng's face, Lin Ziqing's heart that had just been raised was instantly put down, and all the negative emotions in her heart were healed.
Lin Ziqing vaguely felt that her life was really going to get better.