At the venue of the Lingwu Conference, the final competition is the ring battle.
But at this moment, it was all gloomy and gloomy. The whole place was filled with anger, but there was silence.
Bang, Mo Lin fell heavily to the edge of the ring.
He struggled to get up, one hand tightly holding the hilt of the long sword that had already been unsheathed.
"I suggest you admit defeat now."
If someone were present, they would be able to tell that this person looks exactly like Kai Yang from the Formation Master Competition.
Mo Lin raised his eyes and took a deep breath, "Admit defeat? Why should you admit defeat?"
"You are practicing the Hidden Edge Sword. The moment you unsheathed the sword and didn't knock me down, you have already lost." The man smiled lightly, "I have no intention of being the leader, but I just want to meet the strongest one." By."
"So as long as you don't admit defeat, I will keep fighting, and you will be the one who gets hurt."
Mo Lin stood up slowly, "I haven't lost yet."
"From the moment you killed evil demons and attacked in large numbers, and accidentally seriously injured a civilian who strayed in, you are no longer qualified."
"Our strength is not killing, but protecting." He stood on the edge of the ring and raised his sword again, "So, I will never lose, and you will never win."
"I'm not a cultivator of killing." The man spoke and shook his head, "You can't beat me, so why don't you just start talking about these useless words?"
Ni Jinxuan was on another stage, looking at the man dressed as a boy in front of him, holding a whip, his usually bright eyes lost their brightness due to the injury.
"Losing doesn't exist. Is it just you? You have no strength but only brute force! Compare with me! It's far behind!"
There was obviously a powerful reinforcement formation on the floor of the arena between the two of them, but there were gravels and deep pits everywhere. A complete stone slab had long been torn apart, and it was obvious at a glance that it was caused by a single blow from a fist or a whip.
Ni Jinxuan jumped up again, and was about to connect with her fists again. In the next moment, the long whip struck the boy from behind.
The boy had already expected it and moved forward as he dodged. Unexpectedly, this was exactly what Ni Jinxuan had expected.
But she saw that the already dirty apricot-colored skirt fell into the air again, barely grazing the fist, and the end of the long whip fell into her hand again, and she pulled it back hard, catching the person who was avoiding it.
The boy also grasped the Yunso Whip with all his strength, trying to pull the person on the ground up.
Ni Jinxuan stood firmly in the pit, recalling the best angle and position of exerting force that Lin Du told her, and threw the person to the edge of the ring with all her strength.
The boy was thrown to the edge and hurriedly tried to use the pillar to get up, but was thrown to the other side by Ni Jinxuan.
The boy hurriedly put a Thousand Jin Curse on his body, but when he saw that Ni Jinxuan was not affected at all, he felt anxious.
Everyone saw Ni Jinxuan firmly restraining the boy with a whip, swinging the boy back and forth, over and over, back and forth, left and right, turning it into a big pendulum, spinning in circles in the air.
"Oh no! Put me down!!! I'm going to faint!! I'm going to vomit!!"
"Put me down!!" The boy shouted, "I give up! I give up!"
Ni Jinxuan used her consciousness to control the tail of the whip, but saw the boy twisting around like a meteor and being thrown away.
The monk who had just been carried back and forth by the boy burst into thunderous applause.
What a coincidence, the flying trajectory happened to hit another arena that was still fighting due to Ni Jinxuan's prayer.
The boy was so dizzy that he didn't have time to control it with his spiritual power, so he slammed into the side of his master.
If before, the boy would not have been disturbed even if his trajectory was towards this arena. After all, every arena has a defensive cover. But Mo Lin was beaten so hard that the monk directly destroyed the defensive cover of the arena. Now he was The boy with the Thousand Jin Curse was hit in the waist.
Mo Lin and the monk were fighting. He hadn't realized what was happening on the opposite side, but his body's fighting instinct reacted subconsciously. The sword energy suddenly surged, thunder roared, and like a thunder dragon, it rushed towards the opposite side with its fangs and claws, blowing both of them down. into the arena.
The two senior brothers and sisters responded very smoothly without realizing it, sending both the master and servant flying away.
This pair of master and servant lost very smoothly.
The spectators were silent for a moment, and then the applause and cheers soared into the sky.
"Great!!"
"It's his fault! It's his fault!!!"
Mo Lin turned around, met Ni Jinxuan's smile, raised his fist and bumped it in the air, and laughed.
Although the way these two people lost was a bit dramatic, everyone could hear the previous provocation of this pair of masters and servants. Although it was confirmed that they were real and not evil, they still felt that their actions were too arrogant and deliberately provocative. .
The host monk deliberately kept a straight face, "Although this was an accident, since we have stepped down from the stage, the game is over. It is obvious that the two sides can no longer fight."
The man's expression quickly softened, "It's just that he can't compete anymore, but I can. I want to challenge the strongest one here."
Ni Jinxuan had already reacted. She held the disciple token around her waist, "Then tell me, who do you want to challenge?"
The monk looked at Ni Jinxuan, "The most powerful person in the Dongming Realm."
Ni Jinxuan listened to the voice coming from the disciple's token, and her thoughts turned out to be true.
As expected, the young master's uncle knew things well.
This is for the people in their sect who are almost no longer alive.
"I competed with this person just now, and I have already pushed my cultivation to the same level, but this does not mean that my strength is that level. I do not want to occupy the title of leader, I just want an opportunity."
Seeing this, Ni Jinxuan followed Lin Du's instructions and shouted, "Then go and make an oath of heaven to duel."
The monk was helpless when he heard this. Isn't his meaning obvious?
According to the rules of the Lingwu Tournament, only those who win can be qualified to challenge the previous leaders.
But this person is confusing the point.
"When I make a duel oath, both parties must be present. How can I duel if the powerful one doesn't show up?"
"You can imitate them and squat under the mountain gate of our Supreme Sect and wait." Ni Jinxuan looked innocent, "Aren't you very powerful? You can even break through the mountain gate. Once the mountain guarding formation is broken, it will be fine."
Mo Lin:? Isn't this still my junior uncle's caring little cotton-padded jacket? Suddenly the air leaked, right?
The man looked a little strange, "Is it enough if the mountain guarding formation is broken?"
"Of course not." Ni Jinxuan smiled and said in a clear voice, "Our mountain-protecting formation gathers the power of heaven and earth. If you forcefully break it, it will also trigger thunder."
Although I don’t know why high-level monks are afraid of thunder, my uncle told me to lead him to the way of heaven, so let’s lead him like this!
As expected, the monk frowned slightly.
Unexpectedly, when everyone was in a stalemate, a deep breath descended from the distance at an extremely fast speed.
On the other side, Lin Du suddenly noticed something and looked at the deserted sand field ahead.
"Do you want to find me?"
A purple figure descended, and the person who had been hidden for a long time reappeared in front of the public. All the spectators who were still sitting stood up.
"Is...is it Lintuan Immortal Lord??"
"It is indeed Immortal Lintuan!"
On the venue for the formation competition, another black figure descended.
Before anyone could speak, they looked at Lin Du, "What did you do? The smell of smoke blew up the arena?"
Lin Du said hello lazily, "Hey, you're here, old man. Look at what you said, how is it possible?"
Yan Ye stared at Lin Du.
"It's just a cupping for Mother Earth. What's wrong?" Lin Du was very calm.
Yan Ye scanned it with his consciousness, "Your formation?"
Lin Du nodded, "My formation."
The two masters and apprentices were talking to themselves, regardless of how many people were talking around them. The two of them were hanging in the air, one green and the other mysterious. One had white hair floating in the air, and the other was tied up neatly, with a light breeze and a calm smile, proud of the world.
At that moment, someone suddenly understood why Yan Ye had accepted Lin Du as a disciple in his life.
What does it mean, the fire is never extinguished, and master and disciple pass on each other.
