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this......
The entire venue was silent, looking at the two people on the stage with a dull expression.
What just happened? Why are the two of them standing still? Is the battle already over?
The disciples in the audience were filled with questions.
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin and Gu Rong, who were on the main stage, also had shock in their eyes. Among them, Chen Xin and Gu Rong, who were titled Douluo experts, felt the deepest. They could clearly capture what happened on the stage at that moment.
Yes, the battle is over. At that moment, the flash of sword light, the winner is decided.
Chen Xin, who was also a sword cultivator, knew how amazing Zeng Yi's sword was.
Use stillness to stop and defeat the enemy with one move.
Still as still as water, as moving as divine wind, the moment he draws his sword, his speed is unparalleled!
What a fast sword!
Chen Xin's wide-open eyes were filled with shock as she looked at Zeng Yi who was sheathing his sword gracefully on the stage.
Although it only took one second from the beginning to the end of the battle, the victory or defeat of the battle was determined by drawing the sword in an extremely fast but simple stroke. However, Chen Xin could feel the elegance of that sword. It was extremely gorgeous, yet extremely natural, and contained the profound meaning of the sword.
Just one sword seems to encompass everything.
Although this was a bit of a compliment, from this sword, Chen Xin could roughly guess what state his disciple's swordsmanship was in and what level it had reached.
Without advanced swordsmanship, it is absolutely impossible to execute such a sword.
Chen Xin was very happy and excited to have such a disciple, because he had already seen the future, and the way of swordsmanship would shine with unparalleled splendor throughout the entire continent.
But at the same time, he felt a little sad. As Zeng Yi's master, he was still called Kendo Chenxin, but he felt that he no longer had the ability to teach his disciple.
This made Chen Xin, a ninety-sixth level titled Douluo, feel a sense of powerlessness. Thinking about it carefully, he did not teach Zeng Yi how to practice. Zeng Yi's current cultivation level and realm were all discovered through his own practice.
Chen Xin's job seems to be to be his own disciple's sparring partner and to recruit targets.
Hmm~, and even asked him a few sword skills.
The only thing left is his cultivation as a protective umbrella for his growth.
Among them, Old Bones was right. He was indeed lucky enough to become his master.
Zeng Yi, he was simply born for the art of swordsmanship!
Perhaps, even without him as his master, he could reach the top of the sword and become the number one person in the continent, but the journey would be a little more bumpy.
Chen Xin looked at Zeng Yi on the stage and was filled with emotion.
On the martial arts stage, Nangong Lin stood there in a daze. The Wuhun Split Sky Armguards he carried in his hands also turned into spots of light and dispersed. The wide-open eyes on his face were full of disbelief and fear.
As her opponent, Nangong Lin felt this move of drawing the sword most deeply.
That terrifying cold force directly hits the soul and cuts off the will.
With just one move and less than a second, Nangong Lin was defeated. The falling white headbands were the best proof.
If it weren't for the fighting spirit, I would probably be dead.
Nangong Lin thought with trembling heart. The back of his clothes was wet with cold sweat, and even his body could be seen trembling slightly.
Zeng Yi turned around, looked at Nan Kong Lin opposite, and said: "Don't you admit defeat? Are you still unwilling to accept that you were defeated like this without using your full strength? Otherwise, I will give you a chance to show off. My own soul skills?"
Although the other party is a girl, Zeng Yi still won't let him go. Zeng Yi would never delay anything that could be solved with one sword. Especially when faced with a strange soul master, who knows what weird and weird soul skills she has. What if she is tricked?
Generally speaking, when fighting, the two sides will test each other, exchange a few moves, give each other a rough evaluation, and then start the fight.
Nangong Lin originally planned to do this, but who knew that Zeng Yi didn't follow the routine and killed her in a second.
this......
It was hard for Nangong Lin to accept it.
Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be like this! Everyone is a soul sect, and the difference in soul power is only one level. They are all attack-type soul masters. They don't have the disgusting soul skills of control-type soul masters. Even if they don't use soul skills, they can fight with soul power and strength. There shouldn't be such a gap.
They are both in the Soul Sect realm. How could the difference in first-level soul power make the gap so wide?
Moreover, he couldn't even release the soul ring.
Nangong Lin not only had doubts about life, but his eyes were confused.
"I lost."
Nangong Lin lowered his head in frustration and responded. Zeng Yi's words sounded sarcastic, but she just smiled bitterly. Although she felt a little unwilling, she knew that she had lost completely. If it were a life and death duel, she would be dead now.
Now, she finally realized that Zeng Yi's terrifying speed, which he had been using to run away before, gave her the illusion that this man was not strong enough. However, once such speed is used for attack, it will be a terrible thing.
Now, she's experiencing it herself.
Nangong Lin bent down, reached out and picked up the headband that was cut off by Zeng Yi, looked back at Zeng Yi with a complicated look, and then walked off the stage.
In Hongying's rest area, when they saw Nangong Lin coming back, a group of people gathered around her and asked her about her condition with concern.
"Sister Nangong, are you okay? Are you physically injured?"
Nangong Lin shook his head, "He didn't hurt me, but I lost. This is an undeniable fact."
The members of Hongying were also a little confused. Among them, the battle between Zeng Yi and Nangong Lin ended too quickly. They didn't even see what happened. In the blink of an eye, the two of them changed places with each other, and then Nangong Lin gave up. .
Seeing their confused expressions, Nangong Lin didn't explain much. Instead, he looked at Hong Lingyin beside him and said with a somewhat apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, I couldn't find out what his soul skill is for you."
However, Hong Lingyin looked indifferent, reached out and patted Nangong Lin's shoulder, smiled and said: "It's okay, leave it to me next. I didn't expect that my dear's strength would be so powerful, and I would also I can’t help but feel a little excited!”
After finishing speaking, Hong Ayane turned her eyes to the person standing on the stage, and the look in her eyes became serious.
This was the first time she had met a soul master of the same age who could put so much pressure on her. The previous battle between Nangong Lin and Zeng Yi, the fleeting draw of the sword, and the terrifying speed, even she could only capture a blur movement trajectory.
This speed is simply not something that the Soul Sect can possess.
However, this was not enough to dampen her self-confidence. Instead, she became even more eager to try. Looking at Zeng Yi's standing figure, Hong Ayane's red lips began to rise, and her eyes seemed to be dancing with flames.
"Then I'll do it." After saying this, Hong Ayane walked towards the martial arts stage.
"etc."
Hong Ayane had just taken two steps when a voice came from behind and stopped her.
"What's wrong?" Hong Lingyin turned around and looked at Nangong Lin who stopped her in confusion.
Nangong Lin warned with a solemn expression: "Remember, don't take it lightly when facing him, go all out from the beginning! Also, be careful of his terrifying speed."
Hong Ayane looked at her, smiled slightly, said nothing, and then looked at the man on the stage. Soul power burst out from her body. With a little step, her whole body jumped up high like a swallow, towards the martial arts stage. Up and down.
As Hong Ayane landed on the martial arts stage, the entire venue began to cheer, because the main show finally began, the sect's strongest versus the mysterious rookie.
In the previous battle, they looked confused and didn't know what happened. The battle was over and it was not fun.
Now, the person fighting this mysterious disciple is the strongest disciple in the entire sect. So, this soul battle will not end in an instant like the previous one, right? After all, it is a showdown between powerful players, and at least it must provide a passionate and gorgeous visual feast.
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