The figure flashed, and Lin Xian'er landed on the ring, her posture elegant, like a fairy.

"Oh, it's a beauty!"

The disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect on the opposite side flashed a fiery essence in his eyes.

He was secretly glad in his heart that he could actually compete with such a beauty, and the gang said that they had to get a good bargain.

"Beauty, what is the future of staying in the Immortal Sect, why don't you come to our Liuyun Sword Sect, I will cover you with senior brother, and ensure that you will be promoted to the inner gate soon, and after three years, if you stand here again, you will be the winner, and you will enjoy honor, not shame!"

"Nonsense, are you finished?"

Lin Xian'er said with a flat face.

"Forehead ......"

The disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect was obviously stunned for a moment. Lin Xian'er's attitude made him seem to have an illusion.

He suddenly felt that this woman might let herself capsize in the gutter.

"Whether it's honor or shame, it doesn't seem to be a final decision yet. A smile hung on the corner of Lin Xian'er's mouth.

Even if you don't have yourself, even if you ask the disciples of the Immortal Sect to lose ten consecutive battles.

However, even if the two major leaders of the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Qiankun Sect were tied together, I am afraid that they would be completely abused by Ling Feng.

"Hmph, naïve!"

The disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect put away his contempt, and Lin Xian'er's calmness made him feel a little dangerous.

"Flowing Cloud Sunset Sword!"

With a roar, the disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect moved!

I have to say that the Liuyun Sword Sect, as the only sword sect among the three sects, the swordsmanship of the disciples under the sect is indeed a bit hot.

However, in front of the elites of the Heavenly Academy, there are only two words: garbage!

Swish!

Lin Xian'er's body was like a ghost, just one side, and at an extremely tricky angle, he punched the abdomen of the disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

"Bang!"

A figure flew out upside down, spurting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

The next moment, the disciple of the Cloud Sword Sect fell heavily to the ground, stretched out his hand and pointed at Lin Xian'er, gritted his teeth and roared, "You-"

The voice stopped abruptly, because in the next moment, the severe pain had made him completely faint.

"Ask the name of the Immortal Sect, don't be humiliated. ”

Lin Xian'er stood proudly on the stage, whether it was because of Ling Feng or because of her biological father, whom she had never met.

In her heart, she had already thought that she was a member of the Immortal Sect on the spot.

"Good!"

This was the first victory of the Asking Immortal Sect, and it also made the disciples of the Asking Immortal Sect who were disappointed and depressed cheer loudly.

After seven consecutive defeats, the Asking Immortal Sect finally ushered in its first victory!

Elder Yao obviously had a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "She is worthy of being the future lady of the head of the family." ”

"Elder Yao, it's better not to joke about this kind of thing. Ling Feng shook his head and smiled.

Elder Yao narrowed his eyes, "It's not a matter of time before this happens. If this fairy girl is the daughter of Duanmu's junior brother, if you and her can do her good deeds, wouldn't it be kissing each other. ”

Ling Feng shook his head and said no more.

Maybe he does have a good impression of Lin Xian'er, but it is more of a friend.

"Hmph, it's just a victory, what's the point of pride!"

Cao Tailai, the head of the Liuyun Sword Sect, snorted coldly, "The Ask Immortal Sect has already lost seven in a row, and the results in the disciple battle are destined to be at the bottom!"

From Cao Tai's point of view, even if Lin Xian'er really has some ability, she will only win three or four games at most.

Even if you add four or five points to the Ask Immortal Sect, it will not affect the overall situation.

However, Lin Xian'er's next achievements shocked everyone in the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Qiankun Sect.

Lin Xian'er stood on the stage, frequently turning the Chosen Compass, and every time she selected an opponent, she almost couldn't catch her three moves.

Soon, Lin Xian'er's results changed from one victory to three consecutive victories!

Five wins in a row!

Seven wins in a row!

Ten wins in a row!

After seven consecutive defeats, Ask Immortal Sect actually won an astonishing ten consecutive victories all at once, and his score also changed from zero points to eighteen points all of a sudden. (According to the rules, after two consecutive wins, each win counts as two points.) ）

This achievement, a leap overtake, asked the Immortal Sect instead became the first of the three sects!

"No, it can't be!"

"Who the hell is that little girl? Q Immortal Sect how can there be such a powerful disciple?"

"Damn, damn!"

Whether it was the Liuyun Sword Sect or the Qiankun Sect, they were obviously under Lin Xian'er's strength, and they became panicked.

And from beginning to end, no one had even let Lin Xian'er suffer any minor injuries.

Is this really the power of the same dimension? is it really a duel between the Condensation Realms?

In the eyes of these Nine-Rank Sects, it was impossible to understand why the gap between the same Condensation Realm could be so big.

"Next, Jia Yi, please come to the scene from the West Gate of the Liuyun Sword Sect!"

The voice of the Heavenly Cloud Daoist has changed from calm to shocking.

No wonder the young head of the Ask Immortal Sect looked so calm, it turned out that there was such a trump card hidden in the Ask Immortal Sect.

However, now it was the turn of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect's trump card.

Ximen Fuliu, after all, is a genius who has comprehended the rudiments of sword intent, maybe he will not be killed by Lin Xian'er in seconds like those previous players.

Simon Furyo felt a lot of pressure on himself.

He is the biggest trump card of the Liuyun Sword Sect, if even he loses, then it means that the Liuyun Sword Sect will lose all of them except for the first four or five victories.

This seems to be even more humiliating than asking the Immortal Sect's seven consecutive defeats!

"Blowing stream, take out your twelve points of strength, don't keep your sword intent, you must not lose to that female doll!"

Cao Tailai clenched his fists and gritted his teeth with hatred.

"Don't worry, master, my Ice Spirit Sword Intent is not so easy to deal with!" Ximen Fuliu flew up to the high platform, and opened his sword intent as soon as possible.

Oh no, strictly speaking, it's just the rudiments of sword intent.

However, although it is only a prototype, it has already begun to have a certain lethality.

In the entire ring, the temperature dropped instantly, and Simon's robe was windless.

"This junior sister, next, you will taste failure. As soon as this sword is out, you will be defeated!"

In front of Simon's forehead, a strand of hair fluttered in the wind.

He stood sideways in a dashing manner, dressed in white, floating out of the dust, the saber at his waist buzzing and trembling.

"Ximen blows the stream!When is it, don't pretend to be B!" Cao Tailai was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "Hurry up and make a move!

"Boom!"

With a sword roar, the sword blowing from the west gate suddenly came out of its sheath, and then, a cold light swept by.

"A sword comes from the west, cold light Kyushu!"

As soon as Simon Fuliu made a move, it was a Xuan-level swordsmanship that he learned by chance.

This trick had never been used by outsiders before, but under Lin Xian'er's strength, he had to show his ability to press the bottom of the box.

"It's quite stance, but is that all there is to it?"

Lin Xian'er raised two fingers together, and a cloud of lilac light condensed from her fingertips, and she actually firmly clamped the tip of Ximen's sword.

The sword qi that filled the sky disappeared in an instant, leaving only Ximen Fuliu hanging in the air, looking at Lin Xian'er with a stunned expression.

His own Xuan-level swordsmanship killing move was so cracked by Lin Xian'er so lightly?

Then, a huge force, from the top of the sword, swept upside down, and Simon Blowing Stream was thrown out before he could react.

Boom!

His body fell heavily under the stage, and he repeated the mistakes of the disciples who were defeated in the hands of Lin Xian'er in front of him.

Sure enough, in Lin Xian'er's hands, no one could hold on, three moves!