Inverse Sword God

"Unexpectedly, even Huafei would lose, this Lin Xuan really did. :/"

Everyone was amazed, and there was a trace of awe in their eyes towards Lin Xuan.

This is a world where the strong are respected. The stronger Lin Xuan's performance is, the more awe these people will be.

As the game continues, it is likely that Hua Fei will be on stage again, but this time her opponent is Ouyang Kun.

In the last competition, Hua Fei’s harp broke a string, so she did not use the harp in this competition, but replaced it with a jade flute.

Obviously, this jade flute is also a middle-grade treasure of the spirit rank.

A tune that resembled Lishang, flowed slowly, echoing above the ring.

Ouyang Kun was expressionless, his five fingers stretched out, one hand propped up into the sky, and suddenly fell.

Spiritual power was surging, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and a huge purple stone monument fell from the sky, suppressing all directions.

The entire arena trembles violently, the sad tune is broken, and Huafei is shaken off and retreats below the ring.

"Winner Ouyang Kun." The elder referee was relieved when he saw that Concubine Hua was only retreated without injury.

"As expected to be the number one core disciple, he is still so strong, and he can get rid of it with a single move in the face of a soul attack!"

"Yeah, this time, Brother Ouyang Kun must be the first one." Everyone talked and talked, and their eyes were full of worship.

Ouyang Kun didn't have any expressions about victory. His opponents were not these people, but the strong ones in the Blue Dragon Association.

For example, the chief disciple of the other five top forces.

As for the rest, he didn't care at all.

Lin Xuan looked at Ouyang Kun, surprised.

To be honest, Ouyang Kun's strength was beyond his expectation, and the move just now was very violent, even the warriors in the early stage of Transforming the Spirit Realm would not dare to resist.

However, he was able to control his power very well, and it was only a shock to the flying flowers. This method was really terrifying.

Moreover, the breath of this person has an inexplicable power. It should be a realization of the mood, but I don't know which kind of mood it is.

Shaking his head, Lin Xuan was not there, thinking that he would know when he encountered it anyway.

Next, everyone took turns to play.

As the number of matches increases, the strength of each contestant is clearly displayed in front of everyone.

The core disciples in the bottom five lose more and win less, and they have missed the five Blue Dragon Club quotas.

However, these people did not give up. They took every game seriously and played their best.

From this point, it can be seen that they are different from ordinary warriors and will not give up on themselves because of losing their quota this time.

Those who have the ability to compete for places are the core disciples who rank in the front, except for two of course.

One is a lovely girl, Hua Fei, who rushed to the front with her strange soul power.

The other person was Lin Xuan, his strength also amazed everyone.

Moreover, Lin Xuan and Ouyang Kun are the two undefeated warriors on the field.

"Damn, this Lin Xuan is too terrifying, he hasn't been defeated yet!"

"What's the matter? He hasn't met a real master yet. I guess as long as he meets Ouyang Kun or Zuo Yang, he will definitely lose."

Having said that, it is really surprising that he can have this level at this age.

The focus of everyone's discussion was on Lin Xuan, the dark horse.

"Look, Lin Xuan's opponent turned out to be Zuo Yang."

Zuo Yang is the ultimate cultivation base of the Lingering Realm, ranking second among the core disciples.

"Boy, your victory ends here!" Zuo Yang drew out a blood-red long knife.

The loss to Ouyang Kun just now made him very upset, and Lin Xuan, a hairy boy in the middle of the spiritual realm, was able to maintain a record of complete victory, making him even more angry.

Therefore, as soon as he came up, he resorted to his unique technique, the setting sun sword technique.

The blood-red blade light smashed into the void, like a setting sun, with a sense of depression.

"It turned out to be a jerk when he came up. It seems that Zuo Yang is going to get angry."

"Hey, Lin Xuan was unlucky, but he touched Zuo Yang's mold."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, they instinctively thought Lin Xuan would lose.

No way, Zuo Yang's cultivation was three levels higher than Lin Xuan's, and the gap was too big.

Moreover, the Sword Technique of the Setting Sun was also a high-level martial arts of the spirit rank, and its power was enormous.

Therefore, no one is optimistic about Lin Xuan.

However, the many elders in the stands were slightly interested.

"I don't know if this little baby has any other tricks. If not, I'm afraid I will lose."

The setting sun is like blood, shining in all directions, horrifying swords and swords.

A sense of desolation and solemnity spread, and the sky was actually dyed blood red.

Faced with such a sharp knife technique, Lin Xuan quickly displayed the illusion of magic, he dodged while swinging the Xing Jue Sword.

With every sword, he points to the weak point of the blade.

Therefore, although the sword spirit on the entire ring is vertical and horizontal, Lin Xuan's three feet in front of him is safe.

"Good eyesight, every sword can find flaws!" Iron Hand nodded slightly.

However, Zuo Yang was shocked in his heart. He had already practiced the Sword Technique of the Setting Sun to the realm of Dacheng, and it was difficult for warriors of the same rank to find his flaws.

However, a kid in the middle phase of the Spiritual Fusion Realm could pierce its weakness every time, which made him unbelievable.

He doesn't believe this is luck, because what kind of luck can he accurately find his flaws every time!

In any case, he must be the first to attack and use his unique tricks to win in an overwhelming manner.

"Blood sun mood. The setting sun is like blood!"

A round of setting sun emerged behind Zuo Yang and quickly merged on the blade.

A knife slashed out, and the bloody sword glow shook the sky, falling like a bloody river, and the entire ring was enveloped.

"Blood Yang artistic conception, Zuo Yang unexpectedly used the artistic conception! It seems that the battle is about to end."

Facing the artistic conception of blood sun, Lin Xuan displayed the artistic conception of wind at the first moment.

Void fluctuations, condensing spiritual energy, turned into a tornado, and swept the ring.

The blood-colored blade light slashed on the tornado, making a roaring sound, and the world was shaking.

"What, he actually blocked the blood sun mood? Everyone exclaimed."

What if I blocked it, my blood yang artistic conception has long exceeded the Xiaocheng realm!Zuo Yang drank low and waved his long knife.

The blood-colored blade light that was a hundred meters long fell again.

The air waves in the air rolled around like a tsunami, and the blade light completely enveloped Lin Xuan.

However, in the artistic conception of the wind, a shocking sword intent rushed to the sky.

The sword light flickered, stirring the four directions, and the terrifying sword energy slashed on the blood sun, tearing it in half.

Suddenly, Zuo Yang's body trembled, and he quickly backed away, a stream of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The three forces collided together, and the whole ring fell into a storm of violent energy.

"What's the result?" Everyone couldn't wait to look towards the ring, but the ring was shrouded in energy and couldn't see clearly.

Suddenly, the elder referee in the late Hua Ling realm frowned, and he stretched out his hands and tugged hard.

Chi Chi!

The terrifying energy that enveloped the ring was torn out a huge gap.

With a wave of the big sleeves, violent energy rolled into the sky, and the ring regained clarity.

Everyone looked anxiously at the ring, but they were all stunned.