When the monk who was fighting with Lin Wannian heard this, he did not get scared, but was excited: "So you are the seventh on the scoreboard, then let me have a good fight with you!"
As he spoke, he drew his sword and swung it at Lin Wannian before he could draw his sword.
In Lin's later years, he avoided his sword and took out a sword from his storage bag. He did not draw the scabbard, but hit directly with the scabbard.
The people in the audience exclaimed: "Damn, this Lin is so arrogant in his later years."
"A little handsome."
"You!" The monk on the stage was instantly enraged when he saw Lin Wannian treating him like this. He originally wanted to fight slowly, but now he attacked directly and his breathing became disordered.
The nun with two braids in the audience looked at Lin Wannian on the stage with her arms folded across her chest. There was interest on her charming face, and she raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "Not bad."
After Lin defeated the monk in his later years, the arena belonged to him.
At this moment, a female monk in black jumped onto the stage: "Di Xueer from Fengqing Sect."
As she spoke, she picked up the red whip on her waist, grasped the beginning and the end, and smiled: "Lin Wannian, then I will start."
Lin Wannian saw her and drew his sword: "Come on."
As a stud protector, Di Ye has countless wives and concubines, and naturally countless sons and daughters. Di Xueer is one of them. She is the child born to Di Ye and a human.
Di Xueer, holding a whip, took the lead in attacking. She flicked her wrist and the long whip came out like a spirit snake, lashing at her opponent with a whistling sound.
Lin Wannian's eyes flashed, and he slightly tilted his body, narrowly avoiding the attack.
The whip hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust, showing the opponent's amazing strength.
Among Di Ye's group of sons and daughters, Lin Wannian admires her very much. If the other party wants to submit to him in the future, he will be very happy. Now let's test whether Di Xueer has the ability.
"Who is Di Xueer from Fengqing Sect?" The people in the audience asked curiously while watching the fight between the two.
"She ranked fifth in this alliance competition and is also the most famous cultivator of Fengqing Sect this year. She won first place in her sect's disciple competition. According to the cultivators of Fengqing Sect, no one can escape her red whip."
"This female monk is amazing, and she is also very charming. If it weren't for the righteousness she exudes, I would have thought she was a monster in disguise."
As the monk said this, many male monks' eyes fell on that face. They thought that the face really met their aesthetic standards: long legs, pretty face, and strong strength. If a monk could get a Taoist partner like this, his life would be perfect.
At this point, the fight on the stage had already reached a heated stage.
Under the opponent's fierce attack, Lin Wannian was accidentally caught up by her. Di Xueer raised the red whip in her hand and swung it. The whip quickly and flexibly wrapped around Lin Wannian's sword like a snake, making Lin Wannian unable to swing it.
He threw away the sword in his hand and took out a new one.
"Huh." Di Xueer laughed muffledly, waved the red whip, and controlled Lin Wannian's sword to fight with Lin Wannian.
Under the double impact, the two swords shattered, and Lin Wannian took a new one to fight with her.
Looking at Lin Wannian's sword that broke repeatedly, he said, "Uh... Is his sword so fragile? Why does it break again and again? It looks like it's a cheap item bought from a street stall."
"He used to have a black sheath sword, which was quite strong. However, after fighting with Wei Churan of Tianyi Sect, it was shattered by Wei Churan's sword intent."
"Damn, Wei Churan's first level sword intent is so powerful. If he uses the second and third levels of sword intent, won't he crush me to ashes?"
"I heard that his sword is called the Golden Sword, and it ranks in the top five on the Weapon Red List. I think the Nine Star Sword might be able to fight him."
Someone knew that the Nine Star Sword was in the hands of a Xingyuan Sect cultivator: "Then why didn't Jiang Cangyu participate in this competition?"
Then no one answered.
The monk from the Hehuan Sect standing next to him answered, "Because she doesn't want to participate."
When he took a look at this person and the person standing next to him, his heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he quickly said, "Okay, okay."
Then leave here quickly and gossip about the person involved, which is a sin.
On the stage, after Lin Wannian tested her moves, he was about to lose if the fight continued, so he gave Di Xueer the final blow.
Di Xueer fell to the ground. She clenched the red whip and raised the back of her hand to wipe the blood. There was no anger on her face, but excitement: "I haven't had such a thorough fight for a long time. Lin Wannian, you are good."
Lin Late put away his sword: "You are not bad either."
After Di Xueer went down, a cultivator from the Fengqing Sect immediately came up to her and handed her the pill.
Lin Wannian stepped down from the stage and took out a pill. He had to take it slowly.
"Friend Lin, you don't want to fight anymore?"
The monk who was watching the scene saw him coming down and asked.
Lin Wannian said very bluntly: "No more fighting, I'll take a rest first." Don't think that he didn't see the person next to Senior Sister Jiang. If he continued to fight, it would definitely be a fight with him, and he would still want to die.
"Old Lin, you're up. I thought you could still meditate." Li Shu and Su Xingran heard the voice and hurried over.
Lin answered them in his later years: "Well, let it be and wake up naturally."
After Lin came down in his old age, Chen Qi stepped onto the ring.
In his later years, Lin did not walk away, but chose to observe the other party.
But there will always be some differences between observing and comparing yourself.
Lin Wannian observed for a while and prepared to fight with Yu Qi first.
The last time I competed with Yu Xie was during the assessment for outer disciples. This time, the strength of both sides was not as good as before. It was unimaginable that a martial artist could defeat so many swordsmen and rank ahead.
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