"Wushuang, you are very powerful, but you are too slow to recover, and you may lose to the eldest sister after all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo〞

Lin Weijun glanced at Lin Jingzhi and sucked back the long sword with his hand.

"I don't bother Brother Lao Weijun about this. Lin Wushuang replied.

"You'll feel the gap with your eldest sister. 〞

In fact, Lin Weijun has always been puzzled by Lin Jingzhi at the beginning of the family Dabi, and it stands to reason that if it is impossible to feel such a sense of oppression if he is also at the beginning of the Spirit General Realm, the only explanation is that Lin Jingzhi's cultivation is not the first level of the Spirit General, and he may have touched the middle level of the Spirit General Realm.

Not only Lin Weijun, but many of the bigwigs in the VIP seat were also suspicious of Lin Jingzhi's cultivation, especially Lin Yangtian's cultivation was the most powerful, and he could almost confirm it under his perception, and subconsciously asked the Great Elder.

"Great Elder, has Jingzhi's head already touched the middle level of the spirit general?"

"Actually, I don't know if Jingzhi is already a mid-level spirit general. The Great Elder replied.

"Then let's read on. Tang Jiu answered

Lin Weijun glanced at Lin Wushuang again and said in his heart

"It seems that Wushuang also seems to have left a hand, and it really doesn't look like a person who can't practice for three years. 〞

The family competition has come to the end, Lin Wushuang, the dark horse, has passed all the way, and won consecutive battles, so far everyone who wants to be present, including Lin Wushuang's father, never thought that Lin Wushuang could go so far, his strength gradually increased with the opponent, and it seemed that he would never be able to see his bottom line, and even be able to fight beyond the ranks, even if Lin Weijun was also defeated under his finger sword qi.

Lin Jingzhi has always maintained the title of the young first person of the Lin family, the champion of the last big competition, the personal disciple of the master of Jiuyang Gate, this big competition, all the opponents almost can't go ten moves, until now many doubts Lin Jingzhi's strength is far more than that.

This one will be the last one of this big competition, and countless eyes are focused on the two.

Lin Wushuang, who was dressed in a dark purple robe and had a purple sword hanging on his waist, was the first to enter the ring.

Lin Jingzhi chuckled, and with an arrow step, he appeared in front of Lin Wushuang in an instant, and his not easily exposed figure caused everyone to exclaim.

"Xiaoshuang, I didn't expect the strength to be so strong, even this kid Wei Jun was defeated in your hands, can't you really see that this is the person who only resumed cultivation a few days ago?"

Lin Jingzhi still held her right hand behind her, and although she smiled, a domineering aura spread in the ring.

"It seems that Shizushiba attaches great importance to Wushuang and has decided to use her strongest strength. The Great Elder said softly.

Under Lin Jingzhi's momentum, Lin Wushuang's purple robe was windless, his black hair was fluttering, and his eyes were as black as stars, he was not moved by the other party's momentum, fearless, not arrogant or dry, like a peerless sword, standing in the ring.

"There are no absolutes in the world, and it is not yet known who will win and who will lose until the last moment. Lin Wushuang replied with a faint smile.

Lin Jingzhi still kept smiling and did not respond, but the right hand behind her slowly withdrew, her whole body shook, and the deep spiritual power rose to the sky, and the condensed spiritual power armor was obviously thicker than Lin Weijun, and the terrible thing was that this spiritual power armor seemed to be not only defense, but also had other functions.

"This is... Artistic conception of martial arts?" Tang Jiu said suspiciously.

"That's right, although it's still a little immature, it's really the artistic conception of martial arts, and it's also the martial intent of the sun. 〞

Lin Yangtian was also very amazed by this niece.

Lin Weijun finally knew why he was at the beginning of the Spirit General Realm but felt so much pressure, although he also comprehended the two artistic conceptions of thunder and wind, but the Sun Martial Intent is a special artistic conception, although it is not comparable to the Supreme Artistic Conception, but it is not comparable to the ordinary artistic conception.

As soon as Lin Jingzhi's sun artistic conception came out, the momentum was even more majestic, no one thought that Lin Wushuang still had a chance to win, even Lin Yangtian didn't think that his son could win, Lin Yewang even secretly gloated, if Lin Wushuang got the first place, fortunately, Lin Jingzhi's head was terrifying enough.

"Do you think you still have a chance to win?"

Still smiling, but now Lin Jingzhi's figure is infinitely taller, and her momentum is rising, violently impacting Lin Wushuang's body.

"Sun martial intent and Jiuyang Fist are really a perfect match, no wonder your sister will be accepted as a personal disciple by the master of Jiuyang Sect. 〞

Lin Wushuang raised his eyelids, his eyes showed a sword light, and said word by word, "But as I said just now, how can you know who wins and who loses until the end. 〞

As Lin Wushuang's last word fell, suddenly there was a storm in the entire martial arts arena, the air was full of shocks, the vacuum was punctured, Lin Wushuang stood in the ring, but everyone felt that the peerless fierce soldier was about to come out of the sheath, and in the next second, an extremely terrifying sword intent broke out, it was an existence beyond the sun's martial intent, and the entire martial arts arena was pierced.

Lin Yangtian stood up and exclaimed, "No joy, no anger, no sorrow, no sorrow, detachment from seven emotions and six desires is called Shura. 〞

"The supreme artistic conception, Shura sword intent, is this Xiaoshuang's hole card?"

Watching Lin Wushuang's Shura sword intent compete with his own sun martial intent, each occupying half of the sky in the ring, Lin Jingzhi felt uncertain about the battle for the first time.

Lin Wushuang's face was extremely cold, and he stood there casually without a trace of emotion, as if a fierce god had descended, feeling the sword intent of Shura, Lin Wushuang felt that there was nothing he could not do.

"I didn't expect that the sword path left by the master and the comprehension of the heavenly forgiveness of sins, under the stimulation of Sister Jingzhi, made me feel the sword intent of Shura, and at this moment my heavenly sword technique also evolved to the Xuan-level middle-grade exercises, although it is still the peak of the spirit master realm, but the perception is completely different. 〞

Lin Wushuang felt the change in himself and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the entire martial arts arena was silent, and it was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground, and after about ten breaths, a noisy sound sounded.

"The legendary Supreme Sword Intent-Shura, I'm not mistaken!"

"Only the heavens can grasp the artistic conception of God... 〞

"It's too exaggerated, isn't it! Is this Lin Wushuang's hole card Shura Sword Intent?"

All the people were dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

"A kendo wizard who hasn't been born for a thousand years... The Tang Jiu City Lord who held back for a long time before spitting out this sentence.

At the moment when Lin Wushuang released the Shura sword intent, Lin Weijun finally knew his confidence, the Shura sword intent! If he was against me, he would show it, and he wouldn't have to fight at all, and the two artistic conceptions of wind and thunder would be suppressed immediately, not to mention that my wind and thunder were not sword intent at all, but martial arts artistic conceptions.

King Lin Ye almost bit his tongue, he couldn't have imagined that Lin Wushuang actually had hole cards, and it was also a terrifying supreme Shura sword intent.

"I thought it would be a one-sided battle! Xiaoshuang, you really surprised my sister, and finally let me fight seriously in the family competition. 〞

Lin Jingzhi was a battle maniac herself, how could she not be happy to see her favorite clan brother Lin Wushuang so strong.

Under the influence of Shura's sword intent, the Ziyuan Sword hanging from Lin Wushuang's waist trembled slightly, and let out a clear sound, as if he wanted to break away from the sheath and fight, wanting to kill everything in front of him.

"Sister, it's useless to talk too much, let's have a hearty battle!." 〞

"Xiaoshuang, remind you that the Jiuyang Fist under the urging of the sun's martial intent can exert 100% power, you should be careful. 〞

With both hands clenched into fists, Lin Jingzhi took a step forward, and the abyss-like momentum became even stronger.

Let's fight!