Although the atmosphere was quite awkward and both sides had their own concerns, the fight still had to be fought. This is exactly why the two of them came.
As soon as the referee finished speaking, the two men started fighting fiercely.
The people below felt like a strong wind was blowing by. The two figures on the stage were already trembling fiercely, and they were dazzled. Those with bad eyesight could almost only see their shadows.
Compared to the other disciples who were having heated discussions and making comments, the group in the Formation Hall was much quieter and fell silent for no apparent reason.
After a while, I heard True Lord Yuan Heng suddenly chuckle: "Lin Rong's anger seems to have been aroused this time." You must know that this boy has always been a gentle man and rarely gets angry. There are many monks older than him. They all have more fireworks than him.
But this time, he was probably stimulated, so he acted a little more aggressively, and put aside all the worries he had in the past. In fact, to be honest, this is only for Master Ming Jing. In fact, he is not too arrogant, but his emotions seem to be reflected in it.
Lin Pingzhen, on the other hand, behaved quite well. He didn't know whether he was waiting and watching or was also affected.
This fight seemed to be fast-paced. It seemed that not long after, in the blink of an eye, the two of them had finished the round.
Ming Jingzhen's Idian Sword was held at the top in a relatively domineering manner, and Lin Pingzhen was briefly suppressed at the lower end. From the direction of Ning Xia and others, you can see that their hands are shaking slightly, as if they are still wrestling.
"Is this... a test?" Looking at the two people who started to fight physically again, Ningxia finally saw something.
She just said... Although the moves of these two people were dazzling and the battle seemed fierce, there was always a feeling of reservation. It was clear that both parties were very energetic, but they showed a bit of restraint.
She thought it was her illusion before, but these two or three rounds were enough for her to see the trick clearly.
She felt right. In fact, these two people did not use real skills. At present, they were just demonstrating within the scope with relative restraint.
Especially Lin Pingzhen, he turned out to be the more restrained opponent in this fight. Ning Xia felt that it was more about gathering momentum than restraint, as if there was some back-up move waiting for her.
As for Master Ming Jing, rather than saying he was restraining, it was more like he was restraining his emotions from within... This made Ningxia a little unbelievable. I didn't realize it before, but now it's really obvious.
What exactly stimulated you? Ming Jing, who has always been a show-off, actually lost control to this point.
Looking at the battle situation in front of him, Ningxia felt an uncontrollable worry in his heart. There's always something...not a good feeling.
She is very worried about Master Ming Jing now. Yes, it is the comfort of Master Ming Jing. It is indeed not an ordinary thing for a person who has always been calm to suddenly have such a big mood swing, which even affects other aspects.
"Don't worry." Zhenjun Yuanheng patted Ningxia's tense back.
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wrong.
Something is wrong.
How come there are constraints everywhere, some invisible force restrains his movements, preventing him from performing freely.
Master Ming Jing felt that he was particularly irritable and angry today, and even the movements of his hands became a little heavier involuntarily.
He thought that maybe Wan Rui's incident had too much impact on him.
And Lin Pingzhen was as difficult to deal with as he expected.
This sect leader's proud disciple is worthy of his increasingly prosperous reputation. His swordsmanship is impeccable, and his cultivation base can be said to be the most superior among the monks of the same level. Both his combat awareness and agility seem to have been through many battles, not to mention the opponent's true inner self that has not been revealed.
Mirror Mirror asked himself that he really had no advantage compared to the other party. He already had this awareness before this fight.
A last-ditch fight may be the only way for him to win.
What to do, a rough square formation...Ding Jingzhen once formulated a clear square formation for this opponent to increase the chips for victory.
It's a pity that everything was broken by that sudden accident.
Wan Rui's tragic situation really had a huge impact on him. While he was worried about his friend's grief, he also felt a strong sense of unwillingness.
He doesn't want this. This shouldn't be the case.
He also had a glorious time, with a sword that shocked the sky, and was looked up to by both inside and outside the sect. This is an indelible memory that belongs to him. The years have taken away his glory, but they cannot take away the pride engraved in his heart.
Perhaps he has never discovered that his pride has never been lost for a moment, but has been deeply buried by himself.
He wants to win. He can win.
… All rationality, analysis, and even planned plans were turned into chaos due to the interference of emotions from all sides, and his overly strong desire swallowed up his reason. The moment the fight started, Master Ming Jing's mind went blank and he acted with his thoughts.
He was unconsciously disturbed by some emotion and headed in an unknown direction. Maybe he didn't realize it himself, but he was actually out of control.
On the other side, Lin Pingzhen frowned, and his sword paused for a moment.
There seemed to be something wrong with the other party... He subconsciously sensed something was wrong. But it was harder to find a gap than on the battlefield. The opponent kept attacking, and he was not strong enough to be half-hearted. He could only react to the opponent's sword force.
Puff——
Master Ming Jing's eyes were blank for a moment. I vaguely felt like I heard some pulsating sound.
Stab... there!
Puff——
The surge of spiritual power finally broke through the shield of a certain power, leading to the limbs and bones. The impact of huge power quickly overwhelmed a certain consciousness that was still weakly maintained.
Feeling that the time was almost up, Lin Pingzhen, who was about to take the next step... was suddenly startled and unconsciously took a step back. A trace of surprise finally appeared on his face, and the movements of his hands also paused.
The other party didn't notice it, but instead seemed to have finally discovered some flaw, desperately attacking the flaw caused by the pause.
However, Lin Pingzhen didn't want to tangle with the opponent, or in other words, he didn't dare to tangle with him. He jumped out of the fighting circle and was floating on the edge of the competition platform, frowning and in a very bad mood.
"...Zhenjun, is there something wrong with Master Mingjing?" Although it was a question, it was in a positive tone. Ning Xia didn't realize that she had already pinched the other party's sleeves in fear and rubbed the inside a few times. Her tone was slightly distorted due to surprise.
No matter what "is it", there is most likely something wrong with Mr. Ming Jing.
Ning Xia said that the opponent's previous fighting state was so strange, and she always felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, they were waiting for them right here.
I saw the real person Ming Jing's eyes were red, the blood on his face was gone, his lips were in a withered state, and there were several invisible whirlpools of spiritual power lingering all over his body. His long hair was windless, and his bells and rings were jingling. The scene was extremely weird.
