soon.
The top ten disciples were decided.
The seven disciples stood up with excitement on their faces. Before Qiu Chuji could continue to talk about the next competition rules, Wang Zhitan could not wait to point at Yang Lin.
"Junior Brother Lu, please come down. I have long wanted to learn your swordsmanship and internal strength. Let's see what you have learned in these past few months."
What he said was very rude.
Wang Chuyi's face suddenly turned dark.
You are very dissatisfied with my arrangement.
You jumped out to challenge without anyone saying anything. Do you think you want to defeat Lu Guanying as quickly as possible so that he can lose his face?
He turned to look at Qiu Chuji: "Senior Brother Qiu, this is not good. I think it would be better to fight against each other. Such a challenge will easily hurt the harmony of the disciples."
"It doesn't matter. As a third-generation disciple, look at how they have all grown up. They must have the courage to be the first in the world... If you compete with the same sect, there is no shame in losing."
Qiu Chuji obviously had different opinions.
He actually admired his disciple Wang Zhitan very much.
Having a desire to fight is actually a good thing.
If you don't even dare to fight with swords, then why do you practice martial arts?
"Are you sure you really want to challenge me?"
Yang Lin's eyes lit up.
He thought that the most he could do was fight against Zhao Zhijing or Yin Zhiping, which would be better than nothing.
Unexpectedly, there was one spared here.
He didn't care about Wang Zhitan's contempt for him.
The more contemptuous it is, the better. It is best if everyone despises it and come forward to challenge it.
No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are nothing more than flesh.
"Junior Brother Lu, please."
Wang Zhitan smiled even more heartily, swung his long sword, and tucked his Taoist robe behind him with an extraordinary demeanor.
"please."
Yang Lin smiled, bowed, and without any more humility, stabbed out with a "spread the sail and raise the pole" style.
This is the first move of Quanzhen Sword Technique, and it is a polite move.
In Yang Lin's hand, it turned into a cold light, and with a whoosh, almost only the faint shadow of Xuxu could be seen, and it was pointed at Wang Zhitan's throat.
Oops, almost.
Yang Lin stabbed the opponent's throat with his sword and stopped quickly.
He found that the long sword in Wang Zhitan's hand did not even move, and his face was full of astonishment.
"How about we fight again and invite you again."
Yang Lin asked tentatively.
These days, he is always fighting against masters, and he has long developed the habit of turning his sword into a target without a move.
Miss Jade, who had a combat power of 300 points, was defeated by him. At this time, Wang Zhitan, whose combat power did not exceed 25 points at most, was a master at attacking at will.
In addition, in the illusion, he was attached to Wang Chongyang's body to practice swordsmanship, which was a completely different experience.
You taste the five unique moves in the world, you taste them carefully.
As a result, if Yang Lin takes action at will, even if he doesn't use much internal force, it is so subtle that ordinary disciples can't even think of it.
Can't even understand.
Wang Zhitan's face turned green first, then white, and finally turned red.
What I said before was full of words, but now I feel so embarrassed.
It's a pity that he didn't even move forward with a sword.
No, he didn't even use half of the sword, and he just had the sword pointed at his throat.
"you you……"
As soon as Wang Zhitan let go of his hand, the sword fell to the ground, he turned around and ran out with his face covered.
It's so embarrassing to compare to anything else.
Everyone looked at each other.
After a long time, a disciple asked: "Is this a sneak attack? Senior Brother Wang was not prepared just now."
"It seems so. I wasn't prepared. I thought they were going to go back and forth a few more times, but I didn't expect it. How about..."
"I'll come. Please give me some advice from Senior Brother Lu."
Before that disciple could decide whether to challenge him, another disciple jumped out.
But it was Shen Zhifan.
Looking at this disciple with dull eyes, Yang Lin felt very complicated.
I really agree with the saying that people should not be judged by their appearance.
This guy is shady and can show off...
Shen Zhifan said politely: "Senior Brother Lu, what is the name of that sword before? Why did I lose when I saw Senior Brother Wang didn't react?"
"I sneak attacked him."
Yang Linruo said meaningfully: "So, you must be careful later and don't be attacked by me again."
He knew that the meaning of Shen Zhifan's words was actually to hint at the teachers and disciples that he would make a sneak attack and take advantage of others when they were not paying attention, so that he could win without force. "
Okay, let me admit it myself first, what else do you say.
Shen Zhifan smiled awkwardly and said: "No way, if you stand on the stage, you are ready. How about a sneak attack? Could it be that if you really face the enemy, you have to say, I am going to take action, can you block it?"
"I like to hear that."
Yang Lin smiled.
Then, he pointed the sword at Shen Zhifan's throat. The edge of the sword was cold, and Shen Zhifan's face suddenly turned pale.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword was still in its sheath.
Looking around blankly, he heard bursts of boos.
Wang Chuyi sighed.
Qiu Chuji shook his head.
Ma Yu's eyes seemed to open and close, and he laughed softly.
"Go down."
Qiu Chuji shouted coldly.
He could see clearly that when Yang Lin drew his sword, although he didn't use much internal energy or a lot of force, the sword movement was not very standard and could even be said to be cutting corners, but it was still fast.
Not to mention that Shen Zhifan was still talking arrogantly, even if he was fully focused, he might not be able to stop him.
With this kind of attack, you can't say that Yang Lin didn't use Quanzhen swordsmanship. At most, you can say that he didn't use it well.
But he won...
This is difficult to judge.
He was defeated twice in a row and was so embarrassing that he didn't even see Yang Lin's true strength.
At this time, the disciples who finally won the top ten after a series of competitions basically did not dare to challenge.
Yang Lin sighed secretly.
Sure enough, there are not that many fools in the world.
Even if he hides his exquisite sword moves and his huge internal strength, others will not dare to challenge him.
It’s true, it’s really cold at high places.
Finally, the fourth place was decided and it was Li Zhichang.
He is a disciple of Changchun.
Qiu Chuji looked slightly satisfied.
It felt like the disciples had given him glory.
Although the others' expressions were not very good, they didn't say much.
In the Changchun lineage, not only the master is great, but the disciples are also great.
Except for Zhao Zhijing, who is under the Yuyang sect, who can support the appearance, the rest of them combined are not enough for him.
"Next..."
Qiu Chuji was about to announce the rules of the sword competition when Ma Yu suddenly spoke, "Let Yin Zhiping face Li Zhichang, and Zhao Zhijing face Lu Guanying."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the real master did not want the disciples in the sect to secretly harm their harmony.
Let the disciples from Yuyang and Changchun decide who is the strongest, and then compete for the first place. This will be the most gentle.
"fair enough."
Qiu Chuji had no objection.
The start was announced immediately.
The two competitions started soon.
Yin Zhiping defeated Li Zhichang lightly.
Zhao Zhijing, holding the sword in his hand, first put on a posture of spreading a sail and raising a pole.
He knew that his swordsmanship and internal strength were stronger than those of his opponents, so he just had to guard against sneak attacks.
"Junior Brother Lu, I remember when I taught you swordsmanship, I once said...
The sword stance must be practiced proficiently without losing the charm. Memorizing it by heart is not enough. You must practice hard day and night. "
Zhao Zhijing said seriously.
He was referring to Yang Lin's previous behavior of cutting corners, using only half of the sword's power, and losing the sword's frame in pursuit of speed. This was not advisable.
All the disciples nodded in approval.
The Quanzhen Seventh Son also smiled slightly.
"Senior Brother Zhao is right. If you don't practice hard on this swordsmanship, it will become a showpiece in a fight. No matter how charming it is, it is useless.
After all, in sword fighting, you have to stab your opponent. It's not like performing on the street, just getting applause is considered a skill. "
"call out……"
Everyone took a breath.
They finally heard it.
Yang Lin was obviously responding, but he was actually saying that Zhao Zhijing's swordsmanship was actually just a showmanship, a showmanship.
Zhao Zhijing's face darkened, new and old hatreds welling up in his heart.
Now that all the teachers are present and all the disciples are watching, he wants to teach the other party a lesson and let him know how to use the sword technique?
He wasn't worried about an accident at all.
Because Yang Lin's swordsmanship was actually taught by him.
Has the essence been taught? If others don’t understand it, why doesn’t he still understand it?
Moreover, he is not the idiot Shen Zhifan.
When fighting with swords, he was giggling and not defensive at all.
Therefore, he would not let anyone take the lead just for the sake of so-called grace. He immediately shouted: "Look at the sword."
In a pattern of "bright rivers and shadows", the stars and the moon are clearly visible, and the light of the sword falls straight down.
The internal energy that had reached the realm of Great Zhoutian also surged out, sealing the area three feet and five inches in front of him.
The sword in his right hand shines like a sword.
The palms of the left hand are clearly defined, and he can adapt to changes at any time, with endless back-up moves.
All the disciples know that this sword can turn the rain at night and the clouds at dusk together;
You can also turn to wind and drizzle, and Guanhe dream is broken.
The frost-covered palm of the left hand can be transformed into three consecutive fingers, which can be used to tap acupuncture points to break the pulse.
The sword's power is full of energy, its internal strength is powerful, and it has almost no shortcomings.
Zhao Zhijing used his sword, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes. How can you block it?
The disciples around him couldn't help but burst into cheers.
Wang Chu stroked his beard and smiled, while Qiu Chuji's eyes were serious.
Before the sound stopped, it suddenly stopped, and the whole place was eerily quiet.
I saw that Zhao Zhijing had only used half of his sword, and the sword was still half a foot away from Yang Lin's head, so he paused on the spot, not daring to move.
"So, are you stupid? You only know that lifting my sail can hurt people's throats... but you have never thought that my little boat, which has traveled thousands of miles in the wind, can still attack the chest?"
Yang Lin smiled and said again: "Look, your swordsmanship is both invigorating and concentrating. You dance with your right hand and gather momentum with your left hand. It's such a fancy thing to do. It looks good, but it's as slow as an old sow. Yes. In this time, I have been able to kill you three times."
It turned out that his sword had been pointed at Zhao Zhijing's face and heart at some point.
There was a small hole in the clothes.
Zhao Zhijing didn't dare to move, his face turned the color of pig liver.
He found that the opponent's sword was neither very delicate nor very fast, but lacked some movement.
Strangely, it hit my chest, but I couldn't even block it.
Defeated, just defeated.
Zhao Zhijing's eyes were filled with confusion, he was lost and he didn't know how he stepped down.
The disciples around him looked at him like they were watching a monkey show, which made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
It’s not that you can’t lose, it’s that you can’t lose so ugly.
I still taught the opponent's swordsmanship myself, but...
'Could it be that my swordsmanship is really just a show? "
Zhao Zhijing struck first with his sword and was beaten to the point of being shut down. For a moment, all the disciples didn't know how to evaluate Yang Lin's swordsmanship.
Then, there is Yin Zhiping.
When it came to the last one, Yang Lin stopped acting and defeated him with a single sword strike.
This dragon knight looks handsome, but he is annoying no matter how he looks at him.
Yang Lin didn't save any face for him, he took the first shot and struck his wrist with a sword, which was so fast that it was indescribable.
Yin Zhiping's wrist was swollen and his sword fell to the ground.
In the silence, everyone thought that the next step would be to announce that Lu Guanying, a member of the Yuyang Sect, had won the first place in the competition among the three generations of Quanzhen disciples.
However, Qiu Chuji had a gloomy look on his face. He did not announce the first place, but shook his head and said seriously: "Lu Guanying, it's not right for you to use the sword like this."
