Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Jingyu stood up again.

Standing face to face again, with Zhang Qingsong.

Zhang Qingsong is actually very entangled, entangled in the next competition, how to proceed, if the shot is too heavy, he is worried that Lin Jingyu will be killed, if the shot is too light, it will not be able to achieve the expected effect.

Sincerely feeling contradictory, Zhang Qingsong is in a dilemma.

"Senior Brother Zhang, how should you attack me, or how should you attack me, don't worry that I can't bear it, it's a big deal to fall to the ground, I'll be fine." Lin Jingyu said.

"But ......"

"Don't be, everyone is watching here, Senior Brother Zhang should show his true strength, don't show mercy to me, I said before that it was just a joke to let you show mercy, not my true thoughts, let us all use our real strength, don't leave regrets." Lin Jingyu said not very politely Zhang Qingsong's words.

Zhang Qingsong could only nod silently.

Lin Jingyu's complexion is very bad, but from his face, he sees more indifference, a feeling of being downbeat to everything, success or failure, it seems that it is no longer so important.

After Lin Jingyu finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes again.

"Senior Brother Lin, I'll start attacking you now, or will I wait for you to breathe?" Zhang Qingsong asked.

Now Lin Jingyu is a bit like he is cultivating, and he has nothing to say whether he can compete immediately.

"Well, Senior Brother Zhang will start attacking, Senior Brother will continue here." Lin Jingyu didn't open his eyes and said in his mouth.

Zhang Qingsong lowered his head slightly, he knew very well that Lin Jingyu was very weak now, and if he was hit again, it would cause huge damage.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Qingsong can't care too much, and it is imperative to knock down Lin Jingyu.

Sou!

Zhang Qingsong left the place and rushed towards Lin Jingyu.

Lin Jingyu was still motionless, as if he didn't know that Zhang Qingsong had rushed over at this moment, and he felt as steady as Mount Tai.

"Qiankun Palm, Fourth Style."

Zhang Qingsong chose to urge the martial arts, and a palm print appeared in an instant, with a slight sound, through the air, and swept towards Lin Jingyu.

At the same time, there was Zhang Qingsong himself, and it could be seen that Zhang Qingsong's speed was even faster than the speed of the palm print.

Lin Jingyu's face was as calm as water.

No matter what, this time, Zhang Qingsong plans to completely knock down Lin Jingyu and not let him get up again, and it can be estimated that it only takes one time for Lin Jingyu to stand up.

"Pour it for me!"

Zhang Qingsong snorted lightly, and smashed his palm print and fist into Lin Jingyu's head, regardless of whether this would cause serious consequences.

Even if you regret it, you have to do it.

As for his long sword, he put it aside and didn't want to use it.

Lin Jingyu's eyes were tightly closed, and he opened a slight gap, whether he could see the scene of the outside world, no one knew.

The body shuddered.

Lin Jingyu's figure became blurred and became illusory.

"I'm flashing, third style!"

Zhang Qingsong's sight actually lost Lin Jingyu's shadow, he knew that what existed in front of him was only an afterimage, not Lin Jingyu's real body.

Lin Jingyu flashed away, and the speed of the third type had already surpassed Zhang Qingsong's limit, so that he couldn't even detect where Lin Jingyu was.

also because of the loss of Lin Jingyu's trace, the palm print of Qiankun Palm also lost its target, and he wandered back and forth, which was taken back into his body by Zhang Qingsong.

At the same time, Zhang Qingsong felt a burst of pressure, not from Lin Jingyu's combat power, but because of his speed, why did it suddenly rise to this terrifying level!

"Senior Brother Zhang, your move has failed, and now there is one attack left, the last one."

Lin Jingyu's voice came.

Zhang Qingsong turned his attention behind him, and Lin Jingyu's figure emerged.

"Senior Brother Lin, I didn't expect your body speed to be so amazing, Senior Brother sighed to himself, but no matter what, Senior Brother will not give up this competition, even if there is only one last attack left, I will not admit defeat, I hope that in the next attack, Senior Brother Lin can still stand up." Zhang Qingsong gritted his teeth and said.

"Then senior brother make a move!" Lin Jingyu said.

Zhang Qingsong did not speak again, nor did he stand motionless, but moved in place, dancing with his hands.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Qingsong is indeed dancing with no rules at all, but insiders can see that he is performing a certain technique.

"What is Qingsong doing?" The Eighth Elder couldn't help but ask.

"He's going to overdraw his potential and use that technique." The Seventh Elder replied.

"That technique ......"

The Eighth Elder muttered to himself, "Isn't that ...... Will it hurt him? ”

The Seventh Elder nodded, then shook his head helplessly, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

On the Huashan faction's side, the Great Elder's face was solemn again, he was worried about one thing, that is, the manipulation carried out by Zhang Qingsong now, which was a technique against the sky.

Once that technique is applied to Lin Jingyu, there will be a big problem.

But there is nothing to stop in front of them, because they are in the middle of a competition, and it is difficult for others to interfere, if not, the Great Elder would have wanted to stop Zhang Qingsong's move.

This is the end of the matter, wait and see what happens!

The second elder of the Kunlun faction, when he saw Zhang Qingsong use this trick, his whole person changed, and it was called a cool.

Under Lin Jingyu's puzzled gaze, in less than half a minute, Zhang Qingsong completed his operation, and if you look closely, you can see the sweat on his face, and I don't know how much effort he spent to complete this series of operations.

His gaze returned to Lin Jingyu's position, and his expression became elusive.

"Senior Brother Lin, I'm sorry."

Zhang Qingsong apologized in his mouth, then opened his arms outward, and spit out a word in his mouth: "Seal!" ”

Airplanes!

A wave of fluctuations rippled around Lin Jingyu's body without warning.

"I'm flashing, third style!"

Lin Jingyu's mind activated, however, his face changed suddenly.

What's going on, why can't I move?

Lin Jingyu was shocked, instinctively struggled, he didn't leave half a step from the spot, flashed, and it didn't work.

The space seems to be frozen.

"Senior Brother Lin, in my sealing realm, all martial arts are invalid, and unless your strength level far exceeds mine, you can't break free." Zhang Qingsong said.

"Oh no, Xiaoyu is sealed." The third elder said anxiously.

Once sealed, the failure of martial arts is one thing, and the whole body can't move.

The Great Elder frowned, with Xiao Yu's current strength level, he couldn't break Zhang Qingsong's seal at all!

“……”

Lin Jingyu was speechless, he really couldn't move now, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, and a sad thought emerged from the bottom of his heart.

This is Zhang Qingsong's martial art at the bottom of the box, and the power can be called against the sky, but now his strength is still shallow, and he needs to overdraft his potential to urge this martial art out, he never thought that the first time he used this technique, the object was Lin Jingyu.

After all, Lin Jingyu was only a D-level martial artist, not a high-level martial artist at all.