Off stage, in the crowd.
Luo Hao's face turned pale and he said, "Is this still a competition between students?"
After only two battles, everyone felt the danger and indifference involved.
Xiong Jin cut off Che Jinglong's hand without any hesitation.
Nie Jing used her body as bait and slashed Xiong Jin with her knife without any mercy. If Xiong Jin hadn't been quick, he would have been split in half.
In the next third game, Qingbei Lingdao Academy sent Hua Lin.
Hualin held a long sword covered with frost in one hand and jumped onto the ring with a heroic appearance.
On the Duankong Mountain side, the warrior who participated in the battle this time was slightly weaker, and Hua Lin nailed the sole of his foot to the ring with a sword!
The opponent kept screaming in agony and was quickly carried off the ring...
In the fourth battle, Hualin faced a beautiful cultivator from Duankong Mountain named Ji Lingfan.
Hua Lin and Ji Lingfan were both extremely beautiful women. As soon as they came on stage, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Perhaps because he wanted to avenge his fellow disciples, Ji Lingfan's fighting style was extremely cruel!
"Hmph, bitch, your good luck may end here."
Seeing that his opponent was Hualin, a trace of resentment and anger flashed in Ji Lingfan's eyes, and then he said coldly.
"It's hard to say who will win or lose." Hua Lin frowned. He had no grievances with Ji Lingfan, right? Why did he insult him right away?
"It's hard to tell? Who do you think you are? You're just a lowly Sichuan untouchable. Do you think you're some noble fairy? People like you are only worthy of being a disciple of my Duankong Mountain and being a humble slave." Ji Lingfan said spitefully.
"I haven't offended you, have I?" Hua Lin's eyes turned cold: "You keep calling yourself a bitch, don't you know that you are the one who is really mean?"
"Say something back, slap your mouth!"
Uh-huh!
As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Lingfan suddenly appeared on her right side and slapped her hard on the cheek.
The misty palm shadow changed in the void, turning into countless phantoms in an instant, layer upon layer, and suddenly came to Hua Lin, obviously intending to whip her away and humiliate her.
"It's snowing for thousands of miles!" It was obviously a competition, but the other party looked aggressive. Did she really think that she, Hua Lin, was easy to bully?
Hua Lin was angry in her heart, but her face was calm. A misty spiritual energy surged all over her body, and countless sword lights, like flying flowers all over the sky, turned into cold stars and exploded, annihilating the palm shadows in the sky and becoming invisible.
"Huh? Qiluo Divine Seal!"
After one move missed, Ji Lingfan's eyes were ferocious, his figure swayed, and he slapped his palm down hard again.
Palm shadows filled the sky, hundreds or even thousands of them in an instant, like an immortal reaching out his palm to slay demons.
"Frost and clear snow!"
Snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky. The snowflakes were dotted with murderous aura. They were actually sword auras. The sword aura fell all over the sky, covering several feet in a radius, forming a dragnet!
Puff puff!
The sword light, snowflakes and palm shadows intertwined, and they were both annihilated. The strong energy formed a violent whirlwind, forming an invisible tornado of energy, and exploded with a bang!
Seeing that he could not gain the upper hand in a head-on fight, Ji Lingfan flashed on the ring, and the afterimage was blurry, like flying flowers in the fog. In an instant, he appeared behind Hua Lin.
"Bitch, let's see if you can block this move of mine!"
"Get out of here!"
Ji Lingfan looked arrogant. He moved his hands to the left and right at the same time. The palm shadows filled the sky and covered many parts of Hualin's body. The strong energy came and in an instant he was about to tear Hualin's robe to pieces and expose it to the outside world.
"Despicable attack."
Hualin's eyes were cold, and his whole body exploded with sword intent.
Puff puff!
Amidst the fierce roar, Hualin's whole body erupted with a ray of light, wiping out all Ji Lingfan's attacks. Around her, the invisible sword intention formed a void defense to resist all attacks.
"What? What kind of sword intent is this?"
Ji Lingfan's eyes widened and he was shocked.
What responded to her was Hua Lin's cold eyes and a bone-chilling sword. The sharp sword light was unparalleled, tearing open the body-protecting spiritual power embodied armor on Ji Lingfan's body, and then slashed him away.
Poof!
Blood spurted out of his mouth, and Ji Lingfan's robe tore, piercing his chest, and he fell heavily on the ring.
"you……"
Ji Lingfan was filled with shame and anger, and spat out a mouthful of blood again, losing his vitality.
Clang!
The long sword was sheathed, and the glow lingering on Hualin's body was extinguished, without even looking at the other party.
The crowd was noisy again.
"This is a girl..."
"Stop girls, this girl just came up and screamed..."
"But now, isn't this a sparring match? How could it be like this!"
Some people find it hard to accept!
Too cruel!
At this moment, almost all of the other five people on stage were injured, and all of them were seriously injured. Only Hua Lin was unscathed.
Although the referee was a fifth-level expert, the battle happened in an instant and there was no time to stop it.
At this time, the referee glanced at Ji Lingfan who had died, helplessly asked someone to lift him down, and asked Hualin: "Are you still going to continue?"
"Continue!" Hua Lin said calmly, as if nothing was wrong.
In the balcony on the second floor, the strong man from Duokong Mountain suppressed his anger. There was nothing he could do about it. His fists and feet had no eyes, let alone a powerful spiritual weapon. Besides, everyone signed a life and death certificate before the game, so I can’t blame anyone.
There are four people left in Qingbei Lingdao Academy, and one person left in Duankong Mountain, and that is the fourth-level Shexiang.
Feng Feichen ignored those comments at the moment, but deliberately aroused the curiosity of the audience, saying: "On the Qingbei side, only Xiong Jin exited. Although there are four more people than Duankong Mountain, there is still a fourth-level cultivator in Duankong Mountain. Who wins and who loses?
Now it’s interesting to see. Did the four people from the Northern Qing Dynasty defeat Shexiang in the wheel battle, or did Shexiang rectify Duankong Mountain’s name? "
"Huali comes from the Hua Family in Miancheng, Sichuan. The Hua Family's inherited spiritual root is this mutated ice spiritual root. Coupled with the rudiment of the sword intention that Huali has already comprehended, it is formidable and invincible." Wu Shiting added. .
"Today's first battle was full of surprises. Che Jinglong was defeated too quickly, Xiong Jin also ended too quickly, and there was even a death...
Why do I feel like these freshmen play more fiercely than me? They are old, really old. "Feng Feichen shook his head with a disappointed expression.
"This is how spiritual practitioners should be. If you don't even have the courage to defeat your opponent, you are not worthy of becoming a spiritual practitioner!" Wu Shiting said coldly.
Shinan and the others also fell into silence. Xiang Hui walked over at some point and said calmly: "In the afternoon, let's fight a life and death battle. We'll kill him!"
If you don't kill them, they will kill you! "
"Know."
Heather responded in a muffled voice. He had had illusions before, but seeing the bloodshed at this moment, if he thought about defeating instead of killing, he would be seeking death.
In addition to the blood on the field, Heather also thought that Hua Lin, his former classmates and friends, had grown up and were even killing people like they are now. He really didn't know whether to be happy for them or sad.
At this moment, Leng Brahma's words rang in Heather's mind.
"There's no sparring. When you get into the ring, it's a life-and-death battle!"
The expressions on the audience's faces were extremely complicated. Is this a spiritual practitioner?
Is it just a figment of their imagination to wake up and hold the power of the world, and to be drunk and lying in the lap of a beautiful woman?
Amid everyone's mixed emotions, the last contestant in Duankong Mountain, the fourth-level cultivator Shexiang, took the stage!
…
On the stage.
Shexiang's face remained normal as she stepped onto the ring step by step. As soon as he came on stage, his figure completely disappeared, as if he had disappeared into the void.
"Where are the people?" Feng Feichen looked at the ring and exclaimed.
"Where have you gone?" Wu Shiting was also looking for Shexiang.
"There is no trace at all." The audience looked at the ring in surprise, looking for Shexiang.
Many geniuses in the stands on the second floor were also staring at the ring, looking for him, but they couldn't find Shexiang at all, as if the person had completely disappeared on the ring.
Only some fifth-level experts could vaguely discover where Shexiang was.
"Then Hualin is going to lose." Shenjian Villa thought the cultivator said indifferently.
"No matter how talented this girl is, her cultivation level is only at the late stage of Jindan. It is impossible to detect where Shexiang is." Another team member next to the contestant at Shenjian Villa said.
Not only the group of people from Shenjian Villa, but also some other people started talking about it.
"How can we fight if we can't even find any trace of the enemy? The outcome of this game has been determined from the beginning."
"This woman previously refused the recruitment of our Young Master Wu La from Jihan Palace. She will soon know how wrong her decision was."
In the stands on the second floor, many sneers sounded...
Some strong men could vaguely feel that a restrained aura had come behind Hua Lin. At this moment, Hua Lin was standing on the ring, still clueless, searching everywhere for traces of Shexiang.
call out!
A vague wave of spiritual power swept away from Hua Lin's back, and then struck hard.
"Then Hualin is going to lose."
A sneer appeared on the corner of Duankong Mountain's sixth-level powerhouse.
The next moment, the smile on his face froze.
Ding!
Hualin seemed to have eyes on his back. The moment Shexiang's attack was about to come, he turned around suddenly and blocked it. At the same time, his long sword transformed into sword light and he struck back.
"Blocked by her?"
"How can it be?"
"How does Hualin know that Shexiang is behind her?"
Many geniuses in the stands on the second floor were shocked and couldn't help but feel unbelievable.
luck.
It must be luck.
Such an idea quickly appeared in their minds.
Buzz!
Shexiang was also startled and hurriedly resisted Hualin's attack, and at the same time, his figure disappeared into the void again.
"I definitely can't resist it now."
"She was just lucky just now."
"With this blow, she will definitely be defeated."
The crowd all held their breath and stared at each other.
During the perception, Shexiang quickly appeared on Hualin's left side and struck suddenly.
Ding!
To everyone's expectation, Hua Lin blocked it again.
"Hiding in the void should be some kind of special skill of yours, but in front of me, your hiding method is not without any flaws."
Hua Lin's eyes were cold and stern, and the sword in his hand was suddenly used.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless sword lights swept across and instantly turned into a heaven and earth net, wrapping up the Shexiang.
"What?"
Shexiang was shocked and wanted to dodge, but it was too late and she could only fight with Hua Lin.
Bang bang bang.
The two sides fought one after another.
Shexiang, who lost his concealment skills, immediately fell into an embarrassing situation.
Although he has the initial cultivation level of the fourth-level Nascent Soul, his foundation is really poor. He is not as good as Che Jinglong, and he does not even have any spiritual transformation at all.
At most, he is stronger than the Flesh Spirit Man, and the concealment technique is his strongest killing move. Now that the killing move has failed, his strength has been greatly reduced.
In addition, Hualin's mutated ice spirit roots combined with ice-based skills almost restrained his figure, putting him at a sudden disadvantage.
Moreover, Hualin's rudimentary sword intent also made her attacks completely threatening to Shexiang.
After dozens of moves.
Puff puff puff puff!
Shexiang finally couldn't dodge, and was instantly slashed to the body by Hualin, and was defeated in an awkward manner.
"call!"
Hua Lin let out a long breath, sweating all over his body.
Although Shexiang's hidden skills were seen through by her, Shexiang's level of cultivation was definitely not comparable to that of ordinary third-level spiritual practitioners.
If Hualin hadn't been extremely powerful in all aspects and had no shortcomings, it would have been hard to say who would win and who would lose.
"It turned out to be Hua Lin who won." Feng Feichen, the commentator, opened his mouth wide, with an expression of disbelief written all over his face.
"This..." Wu Shiting was also surprised.
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded and completely stunned.
The eyes of the sixth-level strongman in Duankong Mountain flashed, revealing a hint of sternness, but soon disappeared without a trace...
