Inverse Sword God

"Hey, kid, if you are unlucky, you actually met me!" Jin Xu laughed wildly, "If you are willing to give in, you might suffer less!"

Lin Xuan was expressionless, with a dark red sword behind him. He looked at Jin Xu opposite and said, "You are too much nonsense."

"Boy, since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!" Jin Xu was furious, slapped the scabbard with his palm, and the long sword came out.He turned into a radiance and rushed towards Lin Xuan.

"Good swordsmanship!" Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, "As expected, he is a disciple who can pass the first level. His skill is really extraordinary. This swordsmanship has a taste of swordsmanship and is extremely powerful."

The sword has not arrived, the sword energy has arrived.

Lin Xuan did not move like a mountain. When the sword's edge was approaching, he suddenly shot, swiftly like lightning, and slapped the sword with a palm.

Suddenly, the long sword that stabbed Lin Xuan was missed by three points. Lin Xuan did not stop. He flipped his palm, clasped his ten fingers, and flicked the sword.

Ding!

A crisp voice sounded, and fierce power spread along the sword to Jin Xu's arm.

As if hit by a sky hammer, Jin Xu's tiger's mouth cracked, and the long sword sprang out, shattered into half in the air, and scattered on the ground.

you!Jin Xu backed back with his right hand, no arrogance in his eyes. He finally understood why Lin Xuan was always expressionless, because the two were not of the same level.

"I lost..." He seemed to lose strength.

"Win on the 135th!" The referee's voice sounded.

"What's the matter? How's it over?" Those who looked towards the second ring asked one after another, wondering what happened.

"What? One finger smashed the long sword and hurt Jin Xu? You are not kidding, Jin Xu is the eighty-eighth disciple!"

"No, I must watch the next game on the 135th!"

Just as the disciples were discussing, there was a loud voice on the fifth ring.

"Brother Lin is mighty!"

"Brother Xuan is handsome!"

"Brother Xuan won first place in one breath!"

...

In the stands near the No. 5 ring, all the disciples from the Southern District sat there, and some disciples who often discussed with Lin Xuan, they all cheered and cheered when they saw Lin Xuan's victory.

Except for the core figures of the three major forces and the Four Outer Masters, few disciples can win so much cheers, and many disciples have looked sideways.

"Huh, it seems that waste is very popular!" Yan Kong sneered.

"Don't worry about him, it won't be a climate. Our goal is to stabilize the battle team!" Jiang Yulong didn't care about Lin Xuan at all.

Lin Xuan returned to the rest area. At this moment, the battle on the second ring was not over. The disciples of the battle group holding the sword and the disciple of the Shenwei regiment using the long sword were fighting inextricably.

The figures of the two are as ghostly as ghosts, and the sky is full of their afterimages. Ordinary disciples can't see exactly what happened. Only some powerful disciples can capture their movements.

Lin Xuan was naturally able to see their movements, and he also discovered that although the disciples of the Shenwei regiment had elegant swordsmanship, they were surrounded by the opponent, and he might be defeated within ten moves.

"Congratulations, the disciples of the battle group are about to win." Lin Xuan said to Tang Yu with a smile.

Tang Yu blinked mischievously and did not speak, but the nearby Shenwei regiment disciples couldn't listen anymore.

"Boy, what do you know? Talking nonsense!"

"Yes, can you see the game on stage?"

"In order to please the beauty, I opened my eyes and said nonsense! I despise you!"

Those disciples didn't think Lin Xuan could see the game clearly on stage, let alone judge who won and who lost, but after seven moves, these people almost bit their tongues off.

The disciples of the Shenwei regiment really lost, and after Lin Xuan finished speaking, they lost immediately.

"Damn, crow's mouth!"

"Boy,

Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly, ignoring them. He was recalling the battle on the second ring. These elite disciples were not parallel imports. Everyone was very strong, and he also absorbed some experience from it.

More than one hundred disciples took turns to fight on stage, all kinds of moves appeared, and the disciples who watched shouted and shouted.Finally, the first round of competition is over.

Except for the top ten disciples in the first level, there is no need to compete, and half of the 130 of the others will win the second round.As sixty-five people compete, one person will be bye.

Those disciples who were promoted closed their eyes and meditated, praying for their bye.

"Yin Qingyi, this round of byes!" The voice of the middle-aged Guozi face sounded.

"Ah!" Yin Qingyi's mouth was half open, with a surprised expression on his face, while the others were extremely disappointed.

"Congratulations, you have successfully advanced!" Lin Xuan said with a smile.

"Thank you, Brother Lin." Yin Qingyi said with a blush.

"Next, this is the second round of competition. The 135th vs. the 49th!"

"Such a span, it seems to be another blitzkrieg!" Some audience dissatisfied.

Lin Xuan didn't expect him to be the first one to play, but fortunately, he could return to the rest area to watch other players play after the match.Thinking of this, he stood up, carried the dark red sword behind him, and then slowly walked onto the ring.

"Damn, it's this guy, who cursed our Divine Power Group just now, Brother Xue, give me a severe lesson!" The Divine Power Group disciples shouted.

"Brother Xue, go over him!" In the stands, countless disciples shouted.

Xue Huaqing strolled in the courtyard, enjoying the cheers from the stands. He knew that the voice belonged to him.

However, to his surprise, on the ring not far away, he remembered an unusual cheering sound, like a sea wave, one wave after another.

"Brother Lin, come on, I am optimistic about you!"

"Shoot him to death, you must shoot him to death! Lin Xuan used your big sword to slap him to death!"

"Brother Xuan, we support you, and the disciples in the Southern District are with you!"

The voice was no weaker than the Shenwei regiment, and many disciples who advanced could not help but look over.

"Hehe, I don't think that besides the three major forces, there are people who have such prestige. I am a little looking forward to it!" A young man in black laughed near the golden stand.

"Why, do you want to win him?" said the youth beside him.

"It's just a look." The black-clothed youth didn't say much, but cast his gaze on the ring.

"Boy, it seems that there are many people supporting you. I don't know if they will be sad when you are beaten miserably?" Xue Huaqing sneered. In his opinion, Lin Xuan dared to steal the limelight with him.

"I finally know why you all have to join the Divine Power Group." Lin Xuan said blankly.

"Why?" Xue Huaqing asked subconsciously.

"Because you are all two pens, can you die without talking nonsense?" Lin Xuan rolled his eyes.

"Very well, kid, I'm officially notified now, I'm angry!" Xue Huaqing said coldly, "The consequence is that you have to lie down!"

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