Chapter 428 Lost Very Smoothly

The final competition at the Lingwu Conference was a ring battle.

But at this moment, it was gloomy, the whole audience was angry, but silent.

Bang, Mo Lin fell heavily on the edge of the ring.

He struggled to get up, one hand tightly grasping the hilt of the long sword that had been unsheathed.

"I suggest you admit defeat now."

If someone was present, they would see that this person looked exactly like Kaiyang in the formation master competition.

Mo Lin raised his eyes and took a deep breath, "Give up? Why give up?"

"You practiced the Hidden Sword. The moment you drew your sword and didn't knock me down, you had already lost." The man smiled lightly, "I don't care about the championship, I just want to see the previous strongest."

"So as long as you don't admit defeat, I will keep fighting, and you will be the one who gets hurt."

Mo Lin slowly stood up, "I haven't lost yet."

"From the moment you killed a large number of evil demons and attacked, and accidentally seriously injured a civilian who strayed in, you have lost the qualification."

"Our strong do not kill, but protect." He stood at the edge of the ring and raised the sword again, "So, I will not lose, and you will never win."

"I'm not a cultivator of killing." The man started, shaking his head. "You can't beat me, so you start saying these useless words?"

Ni Jinxuan was on another stage, looking at the boy in front of her, holding a whip, and her bright eyes lost their luster because of the injury.

"Losing is not a thing, is it up to you? You have strength but only brute force! Compared to me! You're far behind!"

The ground of the two people's arena was obviously reinforced with a powerful formation, but there were gravel and deep pits everywhere. A complete stone slab had already been broken into pieces. It was obvious that it was caused by a single blow from the fist and the whip.

Ni Jinxuan jumped up again, and it seemed that she was about to connect her fists again, but the next moment, the long whip slashed from the boy's back.

The boy had expected this, and dodged by moving forward, but this was exactly what Ni Jinxuan had expected. The

long-dirty apricot skirt fell into the air again, barely brushing past the fist, and the end of the long whip fell into her hand again. She pulled it back with force, just enough to wrap around the person who was dodging sideways.

The boy also grabbed the Yunpo whip tightly, trying to pull the person up.

Ni Jinxuan stood firmly in the pit, recalling the best angle and position of force that Lin Du had told her, and threw the person to the edge of the ring.

The boy was thrown heavily to the edge, and hurriedly tried to get up with the help of the pillar, but was thrown to the other side by Ni Jinxuan.

The boy quickly added a thousand-jin spell to himself, but saw that Ni Jinxuan was not affected at all, and felt anxious.

Everyone saw Ni Jinxuan holding the boy tightly with a whip, swinging him back and forth, over and over again, front and back, left and right, turning him into a big pendulum, spinning in circles in the air.

"No! Put me down!!! I'm going to faint!! I'm going to vomit!! "

"Put me down!! " the boy shouted, "I give up! I give up!"

Ni Jinxuan used her spiritual consciousness to control the tail of the whip, and saw the boy being thrown out

like a meteor. The monks who were just carried back and forth by the boy burst into thunderous applause.

As luck would have it, the trajectory of the swing just hit another arena where a fight was still going on under Ni Jinxuan's prayer.

The boy was dizzy and had no time to control himself with spiritual power, so he hit his master's side heavily.

If the boy had been heading towards the arena before, he would not have been disturbed, after all, each arena has a protective shield. But Mo Lin was beaten too hard, and the monk directly destroyed the arena's protective shield. The boy, who was now hit by the Thousand Jin Curse, was hit in the lumbar spine.

Mo Lin and the monk were fighting, and he had not yet reacted to what happened to the other side, but his fighting instincts reacted subconsciously. The sword energy suddenly surged, thunder roared, and he rushed towards the other side like a thunder dragon, blowing both of them off the arena.

The two brothers and sisters responded very smoothly without realizing it, and threw the master and servant directly away.

This master and servant lost very smoothly.

The audience was silent for a moment, and then the applause and cheers went straight to the sky.

"Great!!"

"It's his due!!!"

Mo Lin turned around, met Ni Jinxuan's smiling face, raised his fist and bumped it in the air, and laughed.

Although the way these two people lost was somewhat dramatic, everyone could hear the provocation of this master and servant before. Although they have been verified to be righteous and not evil, they still make people feel that they act too arrogantly and have a sense of deliberate provocation.

The monk who presided over the match deliberately put on a stern face, "Although this was an accident, since he has already stepped down, the competition is over. Obviously, the two sides can no longer fight."

The man's expression quickly softened, "It's just that he can't compete anymore, but I can. I want to challenge the strongest among you."

Ni Jinxuan had already reacted. She held the disciple token at her waist, "Then tell me, who do you want to challenge?"

The monk looked at Ni Jinxuan, "The strongest person in Dongming Realm."

Ni Jinxuan listened to the voice coming from the disciple token and thought to herself, as expected.

The little master uncle is really good at predicting things.

This is for those who almost never appear in their sect.

"Just now, I competed with this person and I have already brought my cultivation to the same level, but this does not mean that my strength will be at that level. I don't want to take the title of the champion, I just want a chance."

Seeing this, Ni Jinxuan shouted according to Lin Du's instructions, "Then go and make a heavenly oath and duel."

The cultivator was helpless when he heard this. Isn't his meaning very obvious?

According to the rules of the Lingwu Conference, only the winner can have the qualifications to challenge the previous champions.

But this person is confusing the key points.

"To make a duel oath, both parties must be present. If the great man doesn't come out of the mountain, how can I duel?"

"You can learn from them and squat at the gate of our Supreme Sect and wait." Ni Jinxuan looked innocent, "Aren't you very powerful? You can even break into the mountain gate and break the mountain protection formation."

Mo Lin:? Isn't this the little cotton-padded jacket of Junior Master Uncle? It suddenly leaked, right?

The man looked a little strange, "Is it okay if the mountain protection formation is broken?"

"Of course not." Ni Jinxuan smiled and said in a clear voice, "Our mountain protection formation gathers the power of heaven and earth. If you force it to break, it will also trigger the thunder."

Although I don't know why high-level cultivators are afraid of thunder, but if the junior uncle tells us to lead it to the heavenly way, then let's do it!

The cultivator frowned slightly.

Who knew that just when everyone was in a stalemate, a deep breath descended from afar at an extremely fast speed.

On the other side, Lin Du suddenly noticed something and looked at the deserted sand field in front of him.

"Do you want to find me?"

A purple figure descended, and the person who had been in seclusion for a long time reappeared in front of the crowd, and all the spectators who were still sitting stood up.

"Is it...Is it the Immortal Venerable Lintuan?"

"It's the Immortal Venerable Lintuan!"

And on the field of the formation competition, another black figure descended.

Without waiting for anyone to speak, he looked at Lin Du, "What did you do? A smell of smoke, blew up the stadium?"

Lin Du greeted lazily, "Hey, you're here, look at what you said, how is it possible."

Yan Ye stared at Lin Du.

"It's just a cupping for Mother Earth, so what?" Lin Du was very calm.

Yan Ye scanned it with his consciousness, "Your formation?"

Lin Du nodded, "My formation."

The master and the apprentice talked to themselves, regardless of how much discussion there was. The two were suspended in the air, one blue and one black, one with white hair flying in the air, the other with neatly tied hair, light and carefree, laughing at the world. At

that moment, someone suddenly understood why Yan Ye only accepted Lin Du as his apprentice in his life.

What is it called, the fire is not extinguished, the master and the apprentice inherit it.