'Boom!' As Lin Meng continued to retreat, the ring was gradually smashed beyond recognition.

"What should I do?" Lin Meng was at a loss, this stick method would definitely not work on the front hard. Sun Bajiu seemed to be enveloping the whole world, and Lin Meng was completely incomparable. But if you don't interrupt, it's not good, one stick is stronger than a stick, and Lin Meng has no room to turn over if he goes on like this.

Lin Meng finally realized Sun Bajiu's situation just now, "Do I have to fight to interrupt his stick with a stick?"

Just thinking about it, Sun Bajiu struck again. Lin Meng just wanted to retreat, but his back touched a hard patch. Before he knew it, he had retreated to the edge of the ring, and behind him was a barrier that enveloped the entire ring, and Lin Meng had no way to retreat!

"I can only fight hard!" Lin Meng decided in his heart.

Lin Meng reluctantly turned the long sword sideways, holding the hilt with his right hand, and stretching out his left hand to support the sword. The spiritual power that had been improved by the golden blood frantically gathered on the long sword between his hands, and met Sun Bajiu's thunderous blow head-on.

'Boom!' A huge crashing sound came out, and the Xuanshi that had already been smashed by Sun Bajiu in the ring was swept away by the shock wave generated by the impact of the two, and the ring was suddenly dusty, and for a while it was impossible to see what was going on above.

"Did you decide the winner?" someone asked in shock. For the first time, they knew that the Acquired Realm could also be so powerful! Could it be that the innate divine power was really so strong? It was not that the academy had never had students without innate divine power before, but they were only a little stronger than ordinary students, and no one had ever reached this level.

"Not yet!" the dust slowly dissipated, revealing the two men in the ring.

"Yes! You can stop me. Sun Bajiu's red eyes showed a hint of surprise. "But how many times can your sword stop?"

Lin Meng's entire foot was not in the ring at this time, there was a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and the long hair around his ears was also stained with a trace of blood, and even the sword in his hand had already appeared a few cracks at this time, but he still took Sun Bajiu's stick in the end, although it was only barely caught, but it finally delayed the accumulation of his stick momentum.

"It doesn't take too many times!" Although Lin Meng was extremely embarrassed, his bright eyes shone with a strange light. Just now, the trace of spiritual light that he had been unable to capture became much clearer, and he was confident that as long as he came a few more times, he would be able to see that spiritual light thoroughly, and then truly comprehend the first weight of the three-foot sword technique: the three-foot sword formation!

"Oh, it seems that you still have a trick to use, come again!" Sun Bajiu seemed to have become much less talkative since he exuded that tyrannical momentum. Before he could finish speaking, he rushed up again.

'Bang!' The two fought again, but the attackers and defenders changed positions, and Sun Bajiu picked up the Xuanjin Hun Iron Rod, and opened and closed widely, constantly attacking Lin Meng. Lin Meng, on the other hand, blindly defended, while trying to see the aura clearly.

The ring was already in tatters, and a casual step between the two would kick up a puff of dust. The students on the scene, especially those close to the ring, had already been covered with a thin layer of dust, but no one retreated, let alone left, and everyone looked at the two people in the ring with wide eyes.

As the battle continued, Lin Meng felt that aura becoming clearer and clearer, as if it was close at hand.

"With the recitation of the sword, with the sword into a formation, with the array to defeat the enemy. Where the formation is shrouded, it is the place where the sword is edged. The power of ten thousand jun is incomparable, the speed of lightning is unavoidable, and the power of gold and stone is unguardable. Therefore, with a sword in hand, you can deserve it..." Lin Meng silently recited the mantra of the three-foot sword technique in his heart.

With Sun Bajiu's attack again, a spiritual light flashed from Lin Meng's consciousness again.

And this time Lin Meng finally caught it: "I see!" Lin Meng was overjoyed, he finally understood the three-foot sword formation at this moment, of course, it was just an entry, far from reaching the realm described in the sword technique: a sword in hand, it is ten thousand people can not be the realm. In the final analysis, the three-foot sword technique is about the word 'transformation'! The sword transforms into a formation, the formation turns into qi, and the qi turns into a sword! And it is this process of mutual transformation that constitutes the first weight of the three-foot sword technique: the three-foot sword formation!

Lin Meng has a thought, and ten thousand thoughts are reached. Finding the gap between Sun Bajiu's attack, he jumped backwards and broke away from the battle circle.

Sun Bajiu's stick was endless, and when he saw that Lin Meng began to avoid the battle again, he said, "Oh, finally can't hold on?"

"There's no need, it's time to decide the winner!" Lin Meng touched a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, not only the corner of his mouth, but the blood had already dyed the clothes on his chest red along his neck. But even though he was badly injured, his eyes shone brighter than usual.

Similarly, Sun Bajiu is far from being as relaxed as it seems. First of all, his state consumes spiritual power very much, and most of the spiritual power in his body has been consumed in this moment. But Lin Meng was like a cockroach that couldn't be killed, every time he clashed, he looked like he couldn't stand it, but in a blink of an eye, he was alive again.

And all these changes came from the pale golden spiritual power in Lin Meng's body. Although the spiritual power that has been improved by the golden blood has decreased sharply in quantity, it has improved more than a little in quality. Compared with before, Lin Meng's spiritual power is now more condensed and more resilient. And it contains a little vitality, and it is these vitality that constantly repairs the injuries of Lin Meng's meridians that were shocked by Sun Bajiu. Although the speed of restoration is slow, it is this vitality that has supported Lin Meng to persist until now.

"Well, you're strong, better than anyone I've ever seen. Even if I had been a mid-day cultivator like you, I might have lost at the beginning! But there is never a if, so I'll use the strongest blow I can use so far: the second form of the Easy Stick Method! You have to be careful, this move I can't fully control yet. After fighting for so long, the two gradually developed a feeling of heroic sympathy.

"The first weight of the three-foot sword technique: the three-foot sword formation! This is also the strongest blow I can perform!" Lin Meng clutched the long sword in his hand that was almost shattered.

After the two finished speaking, they shot at the same time, on one side was Sun Bajiu's free stick technique that almost even the sky was going to be pierced, and on the other side was Lin Meng's three-foot sword technique of 'within three feet, everything can be a sword'. The two rushed towards each other like two meteorites falling from the sky, and even the space was distorted slightly.

It's time for the decisive victory!

Seeing that the attacks of the two were about to collide together, everyone subconsciously held their breath and opened their eyes wide to see who won and who lost in the most exciting game of the play-in tournament.

But at this moment, a slender and handsome figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the two. I saw him stretch out two hands casually, one hand gently holding Sun Bajiu's Xuanjin Hun Iron Rod, and the other hand holding Lin Meng's almost shattered long sword. Whether it is Sun Bajiu's fierce and peerless, powerful and heavy free stick method. Lin Meng was still treacherous and changeable, and his lightning-fast three-foot sword technique failed to cause the slightest damage to the seemingly ordinary palm that did not have a trace of spiritual power. The offensive that was enough to make the innate realm martial artists all be ready for it disappeared like a gust of wind.