A cold light in Lin Dahong's eyes swept like lightning, he stepped heavily on the ground under his feet, his body fell down, facing Lin Zhiyue's body, he rushed forward, his robe was blown by the strong wind, the hunting sound, dozens of steps away, it was actually crossed by him in three steps and two steps, the hilt of the sword was like a tiger pounced, roaring with a strong wind, and suddenly expanded in Lin Zhizhuo's pupils!

"Poof! Burst! ”

The figure was divided, blood splashed, and the sound of a sharp blade entering the body sounded!

The body couldn't stop staggering forward a few steps, "Phew! Lin Dahong opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his back clothes were torn, and his body was cut with a huge hideous wound, the skin and flesh turned out, and the bones were deep and blood flowed sideways.

Lin Zhizhuo only felt the sound of the wind in his ears, and there was a sharp pain in his right rib. Did you get hurt? With a shock in his heart, Lin Zhizhuo lowered his eyes and looked at his right rib, a pool of blood seeped out of the placket, and red blood flowers bloomed on the cyan robe, which was extremely dazzling! The handsome face instantly distorted and hideous. Actually, it hurt him!!

Lose both!

"Hehe......" Lin Dahong's chest rose and fell violently, his breath was unsteady, looking at Lin Zhizhuo's blood-stained clothes, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, "Who, said that Lao Tzu's sword was broken?!" ”

In the same sentence, before, everyone who used it thought that what Lin Dahong said about the sword was not broken, but he was unwilling to fail, in order to save a trace of face. And now, everyone deeply felt the weight of his words, not only did his sword not break, but it was still sharp!

"Tick! Tick! Blood flowed down Lin Dahong's body, accumulating a small blood-colored puddle on the ground. His face was a little pale, but the fighting spirit was soaring! A tragic aura of slaughter emanated from his body.

"I'm a sword cultivator."

Everyone's hearts sank, and he ...... This is...... Desperate?!

Fighting for your life?! Pursing his lips, Lin Zhizhuo's eyes were undisguised and cold, the sword was slightly raised, the tip of the sword overflowing with cold light, cold, straight. pointed to Lin Dahong. The fish died. Broken nets? Hehe, alas, he's not a net, he's a fisherman!

Just when everyone was infected by Lin Dahong's tragic momentum. I thought he was going to fight back. In order to practice his way of sword cultivation that would rather bend than bend. Lin Dahong suddenly laughed.

"I am a sword cultivator, and in order to achieve my goals, I can ignore life and death. Fight for your life! The smile on the corner of Lin Dahong's mouth was dyed with a bit of ill will, and he smiled like a weasel who had successfully stolen chickens, and the righteous and awe-inspiring sword cultivator instantly turned into a smug villain, smashing it and smashing it, "Now, my goal has been achieved, I won't play with you!" With a spread of his hands, a little ground under his feet, in the stunned eyes of everyone, like a wisp of breeze, quickly floated down the fighting platform.

"Everyone, play, is it good?!" Standing tall and looking up, Lin Dahong waved his hand at everyone, looking like a hero returning. "Triangle, triangle, damn it! I don't have the eyesight, didn't I see that Lao Tzu was injured and bleeding? Offstage, Lin Dahong's shouts were loud.

After that, his breath withered, and the weight of his whole body pressed on the triangle body that hurried up, and at Lin Zhizhuo, who was a little stunned on the stage, he flew up a "wink", full of sarcastic laughter, "Heh, someone wants to be a fisherman?!" It's a pity that the fish was too slippery and slipped away! ”

On the stage, Lin Zhizhuo's face turned pale, Lin Dahong's sarcastic smile became wider and wider in his pupils, and the voices of everyone in the audience gradually faded in his ears, and he stood stunned for a moment, his whole mind was blank......

Just when he was in a trance, a dormant sword qi erupted violently, along the wound on his right rib, all the way forward, rampage, all the internal organs, meridians and bones were impacted, qi and blood surged, Lin Zhizhuo's face was pale, his chest rose and fell as if he was about to explode, as if he was extremely sleepy in breathing, and then, "Poof!" A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.

What's this?

Although Lin Dahong has stepped down, Lin Zhizhuo, who is standing on the stage, does not seem to have fallen behind!

"How could it be ......" The head of the Lin family, who was sitting high on the martial arts platform, stood up violently, originally saw Lin Dahong automatically step down, Lin Zhizhuo advanced to the top four, an old face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and he smiled brightly, he suddenly restrained all his smiles, and his eyes were full of incomprehension and astonishment, and then, he stomped his feet fiercely, "impetuous, too bad ...... heart" chatter, but in front of everyone, he expressed his disappointment and anger towards Lin Zhizhuo for the first time.

This almost supernatural scene made everyone look up at the sky in tacit understanding, could it be that the sun is coming out of the west today? After rejecting this speculation, everyone looked at the head of the Lin family with eyes like a neuropath, or did he suddenly go crazy?

Those who can be invited by the Lin family as guests and sit on the high platform are all those who are smart-minded, looking at Lin Zhizhuo's eyes changing, looking at the meaning of the Lin family's master, the possibility that he can succeed the head of the family is not very large. After all, whether it is on identity, status or cultivation, Miss Lin has left him behind, if it were not for the Lin family master's insistence, the Lin family would not have the so-called family head succession candidate at all.

was stabbed by a sword cultivator who had no sword in his hand, and after that, he vomited blood angrily in a sentence or two, Lin Zhizhuo's unbearable expression, such a narrow heart, such a fragile heart, like a loud slap, "Crackling!" The slash slapped the head of the Lin family in the face, and he lost face! If he wasn't really crazy, he should think about it, when there are obviously better candidates, is it worth spending a lot of effort on pushing him to the top of the throne!

"The heart is too poor, and there is no cultivation!" Someone shook his head, his face full of disdain, and he had no sympathy for Lin Zhizhuo's situation.

"That's not the case, I heard that when he built the foundation, his divine sense was injured, and the Dao heart would be unstable, and now, it is obviously Lin Dahong who used this to calculate!" Someone argued.

"No, no, in the battle, what he grasped was the enemy's flaws, the flaws in the sword moves were flaws, and the weaknesses in his heart were also flaws, and being calculated by others could only show that he was stupid!"

"yes!"

"Makes sense!"

……

The voices of justification and rebuttal were intertwined, and the people watching the battle were arguing, and no one paid attention to Lin Zhizhuo on the stage.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, Lin Zhizhuo, who had relieved himself and dissolved the impact of the alien sword qi in his body, hung his head slightly, quietly listening to the scolding of the Lin family master and the discussion of everyone in the audience who almost fell to Lin Dahong, a cold smile appeared on his pale face, and the chill in his eyes flashed away. (To be continued......)