Zhang Qingsong heard this question clearly, but did not respond immediately, but thought about it on the spot, what is the purpose of Lin Jingyu's question?

Is there a situation where there is no hit?

Zhang Qingsong subconsciously shook his head, how could it be?

Through the last competition, he had some experience, and knew that Lin Jingyu couldn't dodge his attack at all, and he attacked three times in a row, and each time he hit accurately, although the last attack, Lin Jingyu's body speed suddenly became faster, and it was not in the way.

What confidence does Lin Jingyu have to ask this question?

These factors were all within Zhang Qingsong's consideration, but in the end, he still did not find a reasonable explanation.

So after thinking for more than ten seconds, Zhang Qingsong's expression on his face returned to indifference.

"Senior Brother Lin's question is good, I thought about it just now, if my attack accidentally misses and misses Senior Brother Lin, then, that attack also counts, that is, the attack that misses is also counted within the range of five attacks." Zhang Qingsong said.

This sentence is definitely a strong self-confidence at work.

"Okay, Senior Brother Zhang is domineering, and Senior Brother admires it from the bottom of my heart."

Lin Jingyu arched his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Qingsong, is this possible?"

The Seventh Elder's face was solemn, obviously questioning Zhang Qingsong's decision, and so was the Eighth Elder.

"Zhang Shaoxia has to think clearly." Master Xuzhu's voice came.

"Zhang Shaoxia think twice!" The second elder of the Kunlun Sect looked suspicious, as if he was worried about something.

"Hehe......" The Great Elder of the Huashan Sect smiled without saying a word.

“……”

The three elders of the Huashan faction didn't understand the usefulness of Lin Jingyu's actions, so they quietly watched in place.

"Naturally, the gentleman is hard to chase after a word, and I also ask the master to include the junior's decision in the rules of the competition!" Zhang Qingsong said with a serious face.

"What a gentleman can't chase after him, and the junior brother worships it!" Lin Jingyu said again.

From Lin Jingyu's face, it seemed to be clear that all this had become clear, and from now on, everything would be easy.

Hearing Lin Jingyu's words of praise, Zhang Qingsong shook his head and didn't say much.

"Senior Brother Zhang, let's start the competition!" Lin Jingyu said.

This time, Lin Jingyu's confidence was revealed on his face, and perhaps only he knew why he was so confident.

After speaking, Lin Jingyu retreated more than ten meters away and pulled out the stance.

Phew.

The snow sword in his hand swung a few times, and the power was overwhelming, and the chill struck.

The world's martial arts are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable.

Lin Jingyu swept towards Zhang Qingsong, but the speed was not very fast, and he didn't know what he was thinking, the reason why he took the initiative was because he knew that Zhang Qingsong would not take the initiative.

"Senior brother has been taught!"

Zhang Qingsong's figure flashed and disappeared in place, and the afterimage swept in the arena, like a ghost, but it seemed to be faster than the ghost.

Lin Jingyu squinted slightly, and Zhang Qingsong, who turned into an afterimage, became slow in front of him, just like ordinary people running, ordinary people running, no matter how fast they are, they can't be any faster, this speed is acceptable to Lin Jingyu.

"Come on, Senior Brother Zhang, attack me."

Lin Jingyu said something that was incredible.

But this sentence aroused the fire in Zhang Qingsong's heart, because it was a bit like a shout, a provocation from a low-level martial artist to a high-level martial artist.

In the face of Chi Guoguo's provocation, the only way to do it is to fight back fiercely.

So Zhang Qingsong began to attack, whoosh.

The body is like lightning, and Zhang Qingsong has almost lost his figure in the field, where he went, in fact, he is still inside.

The No. 7 sword technique, Lin Jingyu can still only use the third style.

There is a limit here, the No. 7 sword technique is divided into seven styles, and Lin Jingyu, whose strength level is at the peak of the late D-level stage, can comprehend the three styles is already very remarkable, and ordinary people can't do it at all.

This is also where the Great Elder was surprised, back then, he comprehended the third type, but not only Lin Jingyu's current strength level.

Lin Jingyu didn't intend to attack Zhang Qingsong, the reason why he rushed towards him was just to arouse the breath in his heart and let him take the initiative.

As soon as his mind moved, Lin Jingyu's body speed increased again, and he used the first flash style before, but this time, it was the second flash style.

When he was in a coma, meditating over and over again, Lin Jingyu finally comprehended the second form of 'flash', and when he used it for the first time at this moment, he seemed to be relaxed and comfortable, and his body speed jumped up at once.

Zhang Qingsong couldn't help but be surprised, what the hell is going on?

He clearly felt Lin Jingyu's changes, but he couldn't understand why Lin Jingyu had such changes.

The only reasonable explanation is that Lin Jingyu hid his strength.

However, if the strength is hidden, why was the last game played like that?

It's really messy.

Zhang Qingsong didn't care too much, he just launched an attack, although Lin Jingyu's body speed increased, he had not surpassed him, as long as he didn't surpass him, then he had the confidence to control Lin Jingyu and let him eat the attack.

Sou.

A figure appeared behind Lin Jingyu, and Lin Jingyu didn't seem to notice it.

"Qiankun Palm, Fourth Style!"

Zhang Qingsong slapped at Lin Jingyu's position, as if with anger, where the anger came from, it was not clear.

Qiankun Palm, among the many martial arts in Wudang Mountain, the level is considered to be a superior existence.

It was mighty, with a roaring sound.

Try it to find out.

Zhang Qingsong was also not polite, he came directly to a fourth type on the field, as if he didn't need to spend effort to urge martial arts, and in the face of a D-level martial artist, he also needed to urge such a strong attack, and some of the onlookers felt unbearable.

But many people know that Lin Jingyu is an unusual existence, and it is not an exaggeration for Zhang Qingsong to use strong force against him, after all, Lin Jingyu is the second place in the martial arts competition.

Qiankun Palm, powerful, not only the attack power itself, but also its speed, the speed is not only fast, but also contains weirdness, it has the characteristics of pursuit.

The so-called pursuit, in layman's terms, is that it is like a missile.

So Zhang Qingsong urged Lin Jingyu to slap Qiankun, which meant that Lin Jingyu would be chased and beaten by a ghost.

Shout!

With a sharp voice, under the control of Zhang Qingsong's mind, Qiankun Palm sneaked up from behind Lin Jingyu.

That's right, it's a sneak attack.

From the appearance of Zhang Qingsong's figure to the urging of Qiankun's palm, it only lasted for half a second.

In the past half a second, Lin Jingyu didn't seem to have come back to his senses.

Of course, Zhang Qingsong's Qiankun palm, the target is Lin Jingyu's head, and almost everyone can see that Lin Jingyu's weakness is in the head position.

But then again, the head is almost everyone's weakness.

However, Lin Jingyu at this moment is no longer the previous Lin Jingyu, Zhang Qingsong suddenly appeared behind him, he had already noticed it, the true qi in his body was surging, and it was gathering towards the position of his head.

By the end, nearly half of the true qi had gathered in the head and began to condense.

The next moment, an invisible but real helmet appeared, this is the True Qi Helmet.

A true gas helmet designed to protect the head.