All this happened between the lightning and flint, and before others could react, even Ye Qingmei, who was holding a sword at the moment, was shocked to the ground.

Jiang Fengxue's eyes were full of consternation, he didn't understand why his body was so stiff that he lost control, not to mention the mobilization of spiritual power, even in the face of Chen Qingmei's clumsy move, he couldn't dodge.

The pain of his chest being torn apart instantly drained all his strength, until he fell to his knees and saw the tall and confident back, his cheeks flushed with intense humiliation and despair, but he could only moan weakly like a mosquito.

"It's him...... It's ...... him."

"This, this...... Everyone saw it, this is what he didn't hide, it's none of my business......" Chen Qingmei never dreamed that her cultivation in the early stage of Yunhai would be able to defeat the silver sword servant Jiang Fengxue with one sword, and what was even more exaggerated was that this silver sword servant was motionless and fell to the ground seriously injured by herself.

The crowd of onlookers around was blinded, and the silver sword servant of the Xianxia League! Under the sword of Chen Qingmei, there was no backhand.

Is it his extremely strong spiritual power suppression, or is it a subtle sword trick mastery?

The elders of the Sun Wheel Realm were the first to react, and immediately sealed Jiang Fengxue's wounds, and angrily scolded Chen Qingmei, who was starless: "Ruthless, he is really the scum among my cultivators!"

Chen Qingmei: "??"

I have to say that the emergency measures of the Xianxia League are very timely, and under the orders of the elders, medical personnel immediately took Jiang Fengxue away, leaving behind everyone's sighs and Chen Qingmei, who was stunned on the stage.

Chen Qingmei's mind kept flashing clips of the competition, and she said, "What the hell is going on......

As soon as the competition began, there was an anxious emergency, and there was already a lot of discussion on one side, but on the other side, there were few onlookers around Lin Ling's ring.

A middle-aged man presided over this competition, Lin Ling was already standing on the stage, but the opponent was delayed, just like Chen Qingmei and Jiang Fengxue's start just now.

Although the opponent has not yet arrived, there are also some spectators in the audience, who are obviously friends or fellow disciples of the other party.

The referee glanced impatiently at Burning Incense, shrugged his eyebrows slightly, then closed his eyes and said nothing.

"This is Senior Brother's opponent? I heard that it is a disciple of the Feihua Sect, what is Lin Ling, it is the same as a woman's name. 'Linlin'? It's funny. ”

"What kind of sect is Feihuamen, I've never heard of it, looking at his appearance, at most it's the early stage of Yunhai, right? Senior Brother can knock him down with just one finger...... Hahaha. ”

While everyone was talking happily in the audience, a thin man staggered up to the stage like a bamboo pole, but the rest of his eyes was still looking at one place.

It was the 'scabbard' of the Blue Sword Pavilion, the best in the world, Liu Ruoxue's ring.

"It's really a disappointment, Cher's competition has just begun, and I'm going to compete with you waste. Hurry up. "The person who came was Lin Ling's opponent in the competition, the Tiantu Gate of 'Painting the Rivers and Mountains with a Silver Hook' - Jiang Tu.

Lin Ling was burdened with the 'Seven Kills', and his eyes were cold.

This is his first game, and it is also the only hope that carries his senior sister and Feihuamen.

I am just a cultivator in the early stage of Yunhai, but in this competition, I must be in the top 100!

And for himself, his goal is only to be the first!

"Are you done talking nonsense?" Lin Ling said coldly.

"Oh!?...... Linlin, right? Hahaha, like the girl's name, she talks pretty crazy. Jiang Tu slowly stretched out five thin fingers and shook them in front of Lin Ling: "Five moves! As long as you can fight with me for more than five moves, even if you win this competition, how about it?"

"Hahaha, senior brother, you really look up to him. There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

The presiding referee, who had been closed-eyed, opened his eyes and swept his gaze over the two of them.

An unknown person who has just entered the early stage of the sea of clouds, and the senior brother of Tiantumen who has become a master in the middle stage of the sea of clouds, the difference in strength between the two sides is clear at a glance, no wonder this Jiang Tu dares to be so big.

Five moves? Jiang Tu is conservative, as soon as the 'Iron Painting Country' comes out, Lin Ling is afraid that he will not be able to resist even one move, and he will even have to worry about his life.

"Now that both sides have arrived, the competition has officially begun!" said the middle-aged referee slowly, in his eyes, this was just a competition that had already been doomed.

"Huh. Lin Ling also smiled, he didn't say a word anymore, his body suddenly moved forward, his left hand stretched forward, and grabbed Jiang Tu's neck in a straight line.

"What's the matter??Is it a sea of clouds that you have practiced into?Sure enough, you have no qualifications......" Jiang Tu's smile was even more mocking, his eyes were half-narrowed, and it wasn't until Lin Ling's left arm was less than three feet away from his face door that his right hand stretched out like lightning, suddenly grabbed Lin Ling's left wrist, and then accurately grasped his outstretched left hand in his palm......

A sinister smile flashed at the corner of Jiang Tu's mouth, and just as he was about to surge with spiritual power and break Lin Ling's wrist directly, the palm that had obviously grabbed his wrist felt empty...... His five fingers passed through Lin Ling's wrist and grabbed a void fiercely! And Lin Ling's figure also disappeared like a mist at this moment......

At the same time, a whistling wind came from his right side, and his heart was confused, how could he react......

"Smack!!"

An incomparably loud slap resounded in all corners of the ring, and everyone heard it clearly, as if it had been slapped in the face. Jiang Tu's whole person was directly beaten into the air and flew up, and the volley rotated a full thousand and eighty degrees before falling heavily.

Lin Ling still had reservations about this slap, he wiped the back of his right hand on his clothes with disgust, and said lightly: "The first move." ”

Everyone present was blindfolded, and just when they thought that the person kneeling and begging for mercy would be Lin Ling, it would be Jiang Tu lying on the ground.

The referee, who was originally in a state of interest, sat up straight, and his eyes couldn't stop looking at Lin Ling, wanting to see this incredible reason from him.

One is a great disciple of Tianjiao, a famous sect of Tiantumen, a popular candidate for Dacheng in the middle of Yunhai, and the other is a partial disciple who has just entered the early stage of Yunhai and is not well-known.

Don't talk about the difference in exercises, even the gap in cultivation is fundamentally different.

What is even more unacceptable to the onlookers is that Jiang Tu is a master who has squeezed into the top 100 of the land list, how could he lose to such an ant-like small role?

"Lin Ling!!" Jiang Tu roared fiercely like a mad beast, so angry that his hooked fishing rod shattered.

But at this moment, he had already been imprinted on his right cheek with a dazzling five finger print, which was a shame on his soul, a mark that made him completely insane.

An iron painting silver hook with silver light slowly pulled out from his back, Jiang Tu's momentum suddenly climbed more than twice, and the powerful coercion forced the surrounding audience to be forced back a few steps.

"Today, I'm going to take away your hands!"