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Between people, there are always many inexplicable connections, sometimes, when you are afraid, when you don't want to meet someone the most, God will always make a joke, the more you don't want to meet, the more you will meet, and Lin Yu happens to be like this.

Looking at Lin Yu standing in front of him calmly, Li Qifeng said softly: "Make a move!"

Lin Yu looked at Li Qifeng, his expression was very weird, there was a look of struggle in his eyes, the last battle with Li Qifeng, he lost, although no more than one person knew about it, but Lin Yu had a deep thorn in his heart.

The thorn was deep and painful.

There is only one way to pull out this thorn, and that is to defeat Li Qifeng completely.

However, at this moment, standing in front of Li Qifeng, Lin Yu's heart began to waver, because he was not sure that he would completely defeat Li Qifeng.

Li Qifeng's calm face made Lin Yu's heart even more shaken

Lin Yu was afraid of being defeated by Li Qifeng for the second time, and a mistake was definitely not allowed to be made twice.

At the moment when he heard the word move, Lin Yu's body shook slightly, and his eyes were crazy and vicious.

"I want to win!"

Lin Yu's heart let out a crazy cry.

With a movement of his feet, the long sword in his hand burst out.

The sword brings up the wind.

Lin Yu is like a falcon swooping down from high in the air to hunt.

Li Qifeng looked at it calmly.

At the last moment, the long sword in his hand was swung heavily.

A sword slashed straight down.

A sword swept out.

In mid-air, the two swords met, and the violent internal force spread out in all directions.

Click!

Lin Yu felt a lightness in his hand, and after a closer look, the good sword he had bought with a lot of money was once again split in two.

A chill came from his throat.

Lin Yu slowly looked down in disbelief and saw Li Qifeng's sword against his throat.

This is the second time!

Lin Yu's expression became very ugly, and the ugliness was a little indescribable.

Lin Yu wanted to make another move, but he couldn't raise his fighting spirit in his heart.

Under the ring, there was a sigh.

Those onlookers who were already ready to ridicule didn't know what to say, all this happened too fast, Lin Yu lost too fast, and Li Qifeng won faster.

"How can this be"

A female disciple dressed in yellow cedar spoke up.

"I don't know. ”

A male disciple shook his head, not knowing how to reply.

doubt

Every Sword Sect disciple present was full of doubts in their hearts and felt incredulous.

Lin Yu forced his expression to become normal, "I'm defeated!"

Faced with the sword against his throat, he had to admit defeat!

Li Qifeng withdrew his sword and said calmly: "Your sword didn't lose, it was your heart that lost, your sword seems fierce and powerful, but it is full of loopholes." ”

Lin Yu nodded, and suddenly felt better in his heart, maybe he really didn't lose, after all, it was his heart that was messed up first.

Perhaps, there are countless possibilities.

"Thank you!"

The two words weighed like a thousand catties, and Lin Yu's heart gave birth to a high fighting spirit.

At this moment, all the calculations and revenge in Lin Yu's heart were completely gone, and only the fighting spirit was gone.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Yu walked out of the ring.

Not far away, Dugu Chen clasped his hands to his chest, held a toothpick in his mouth, looked at the ring with a smile on his face, and nodded slowly.

Li Jingrui stood under the ring, with all kinds of feelings in her heart, and thousands of words in her mouth, but she didn't know how to describe or tell.

"He's been practicing hard, but I chose to give up trust at the best moment, I'm really sorry, I hurt you, but I have no regrets, and now I see you win, I'm really happy. Li Jingrui said silently in her heart.

After witnessing it, my heart no longer cares.

Li Jingrui turned to leave, with only indescribable excitement in her heart.

It is difficult to break the mirror, it is difficult to collect the water, and the former typhoid fever may have hurt into the bone marrow, but Li Jingrui has no regrets in her heart and is ashamed.

Li Qifeng walked out of the ring, and the people around him hurriedly gave way, wanting to say something, but they didn't know what to say.

Seeing this Li Qifeng walk to the resting place.

Everyone's eyes are retracted, but it is difficult to say that they are looking at the next game, and countless eyes are withdrawn from Li Qifeng's body, and then put on Li Qifeng's body.

Li Qifeng sat quietly, the cultivator Brahma Futu Jue, the blow just now consumed a lot of his internal strength, so that he could destroy the withering and decaying with one sword, cut off Lin Yu's sword, and achieve victory.

As for those gazes, they are really nothing to a man who has been subjected to countless ridicules.

While waiting, the next game arrived.

Everyone's eyes once again focused on Li Qifeng, Li Qifeng won the battle just now.

But this is hardly convincing.

There is nothing else, because Lin Yu's strength is at most inferior among the disciples of the Sword Sect, and the cultivation of a martial artist really doesn't mean anything.

A waste, beating a weakling, it's not a big deal.

Everyone is looking forward to this matchup.

Li Qifeng's opponent is Gao Yan, a martial artist who has been promoted to the Heavenly Realm for half a year.

Although Gao Yan was a disciple of the Sword Sect, he did not use a sword, he was used to using a knife, a large knife about half a foot wide and about five feet long.

Gao Yan is the grandson of Gao Hu, the first fast knife outside the Guan, since he was a child, he likes to use knives very much, coupled with Gao Hu's deliberate cultivation, when he was ten years old, he used an eighteen pound knife to kill the scoundrel in the market, and when he was thirteen years old, the eighteen pound knife has been replaced by twenty-eight pounds Up to now, Gao Yan's big knife has reached ninety-eight pounds.

The weight of ninety-eight pounds is very difficult for ordinary people to pick up with one hand, and no matter how much they fight.

Gao Yan is superb.

Walking into the ring, Gao Yan, who is like a little giant, is already waiting!

Seeing Li Qifeng's arrival, Gao Yan clenched his fists with both hands and bent down slightly, this is a salute.

Li Qifeng clenched his fists with both hands and bent down slightly, this is a return of the courtesy.

Gao Yan's expression was meticulous.

Li Qifeng's expression was also very serious.

Not everyone likes to laugh at people, there are still a small number of people who only see the existence of the strong and the weak.

The strong deserve to be admired.

The weak also have dignity.

Gao Yan is just among this small group of people, although he seems to be five big and three rough, but he knows a lot of moral etiquette.

"Attention!"

Gao Yan let out a soft whisper.

The next moment, the knife in his hand turned and slashed straight down at Li Qifeng.

The big sword tiger is vigorous, and the momentum is amazing.

Slightly sideways, the big knife grazed his chest.

The long sword stabbed diagonally upward, and the big sword blocked horizontally, blocking the way.

With a movement under his feet, Li Qifeng wanted to withdraw his sword.

But the big knife came from it and scraped it horizontally.

With his toes slamming to the ground, Li Qifeng's body quickly retreated backwards.

Gao Yan stepped forward and slashed down again with a knife.

The sword is sideways.

The broadsword slashed down again.

The sword is sideways.

In an instant, Gao Yan slashed eighteen knives.

Eighteen knives in one breath, although it is not impossible to reach the highest level of fast knives, it is also very amazing.

Li Qifeng took eighteen knives.

He also stepped back again and again, standing on the edge of the ring.

Gao Yan took a deep breath.

The whole person suddenly spun out, bringing a strong wind.

The broadsword swirled with a furious force.

There is no way back.

Li Qifeng took a deep breath and gathered the internal force of his whole body and poured into the sword.

Wait!

In an instant, so long.

The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, under the sun, refracted heavily.

The light is dazzling.

The light dissipated.

Li Qifeng's body was half-slumped, and his long sword was on the ground.

Gao Yan stood, his broadsword hanging diagonally.

"I lost!"

Gao Yan said softly.

The black suit, the chest, the blood slowly oozing out.

It was a superficial wound.

If you go further, it is the heart, and the heart is the source of life for the warrior.

If the heart dies, a man will die.