Lin Meng didn't know what the audience was thinking, he only knew that his endurance was about to reach the limit.

Just when Lin Meng felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, Sun Bajiu finally grabbed the Xuanjin Hun iron rod on the ground, with his left hand in front and his right hand behind, and made a stick gesture.

Lin Meng's eyes lit up, and the sword in his hand also trembled: "Is it finally coming!"

"There are a total of thirty-six styles, both offensive and defensive, and one stick is out, like a surging river, with mountains and mountains, and it never stops!" Sun Bajiu spoke again, and after speaking, he made a color at Lin Meng, signaling that it was his turn.

"Light Feather Sword Technique, Seven Styles!" Lin Meng's hands were trembling!

"This is the last time!" Lin Meng shouted in his heart.

In the stands, although Elder Jiang had been teasing Zuo Qiuzhu beside him, his martial arts sense and his strength were all under control.

"Xiaozhu, you see how interesting that little guy is, he is too good at pretending. Elder Jiang laughed.

"Jiang Liufeng! You are an elder, pay attention to the wording! Also, don't call me Xiaozhu! My name is Zuo Qiuzhu!" Zuo Qiuzhu glared at Jiang Liufeng.

"Okay, Xiaozhu!"

“···” Left hill bamboo.

"I don't have any miscellaneous things in my heart..." Sun Bajiu was about to say something, but Lin Meng's sword had already slashed at him.

"Miscellaneous sister!" Lin Meng roared.

“··· I haven't finished yet, can you have a sense of ceremony!" Sun Bajiu said, but he didn't dare to slack off in his hand, and the iron rod was crossed above his head and took Lin Meng's sword.

"Well done!" everyone exclaimed. "He should have beaten him a long time ago, nonsense, pretending to be forced is not enough!"

The scene is boiling, and this product is too capable of pretending! The same is true of the previous game, which can solve the battle within a minute, but this thing has been dodging, and at the same time has to keep pointing out the opponent's shortcomings, and it takes at least half an hour to toss each time.

Lin Meng's sword style was blocked, and he immediately put the sword in front of his chest, and another sword stabbed out. The 'Piece of Light Zero Feather' was used, and the sword in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed straight into Sun Bajiu's chest.

"Good swordsmanship! It's worse than my loose stick technique, but it's not bad. Sun Bajiu kept muttering in his mouth, his legs slammed on the ground, and the whole figure retreated, trying to avoid Lin Meng's sword.

Lin Meng seemed to have expected him to make this move, and left three points of force when he drew his sword. The spiritual power on his body exploded, and with Sun Bajiu's retreating figure, the two of them were in the air, and the tip of Lin Meng's sword was less than three inches away from Sun Bajiu's chest.

"Good guy!" Sun Bajiu was shocked into a cold sweat, and hurriedly picked up the spiritual power of the peak of the day after tomorrow, and the long stick swept down, just sweeping away the sword on his chest.

Lin Meng was unforgiving: "I have to beat you until you can't speak today!"

'Broken Feathers and Scales' Lin Meng's long sword swept and slashed horizontally towards Sun Bajiu's right wrist holding the stick.

Sun Bajiu had no choice but to continue to defend, and he was good at defending thanks to the 'Easy Stick Method'. For a while, he was able to protect himself thoroughly, but it was impossible to defend and attack, unless he fought hard to take Lin Meng's sword.

He was waiting, waiting for a flaw in Lin Meng's sword momentum. As long as it is a sword move, it is impossible to have no flaws, it depends on whether it can be caught, and the acquired martial artist is not enough time to concentrate on cultivation, how can he spend too much time practicing swordsmanship.

But he made a mistake, Lin Meng was not a sixteen-year-old child on the surface, but an old goblin who had lived for nearly a thousand years. And because the light feather swordsmanship was the first set of swordsmanship taught to him by his mother, and he told him to practice diligently, he would practice twice when he had nothing to do over the years.

As time passed, Sun Bajiu became more and more impatient. It's been more than a dozen moves, and so far he hasn't found even a single flaw, the so-called 'long-term defense will be lost', if it goes on like this, he will lose.

"This pervert, could it be that my cousin Sun can't even participate in the inner tournament?" Sun Bajiu thought with some despair. "If I knew this, I wouldn't have pretended to be forced just now. ”

"This little guy is also a little interesting!" Elder Jiang said suddenly in the stands. "The sword style is integrated, without revealing any flaws, yes, yes, if it is not perennial immersion, there must be an extraordinary talent in swordsmanship. I didn't expect to see such an interesting two little guys in an acquired realm competition, and this trip was not in vain. ”

"See, it's still a red envelope maniac that's slightly better!" sighed the audience.

"I can't wait any longer! If I wait any longer, the sword momentum will be perfect, and I really won't have any chance at all! You forced me!" Sun Bajiu suddenly roared when he thought of this! All the spiritual power in his body was mobilized to his left shoulder, and then he leaned over and took Lin Meng's sword with his left shoulder.

Blood burst out in an instant, staining his arm red. Although he was hit by Lin Meng's sword, he finally interrupted Lin Meng's continuous sword momentum.

"What a keen battle instinct!" Lin Meng secretly sighed, if he hadn't taken the opportunity to break the sword momentum with Lin Meng's sword just now, there would be a maximum of a moment, and when Lin Meng's sword momentum was perfect, it would be the time to distinguish the winner from the loser.

"It's my turn now!" Sun Bajiu didn't care about his left arm, which was still bleeding. "I hope you can survive the three sticks!"

"It's all like this, and you dare to pretend to be forced! Someone in the audience was amazed.

Lin Meng naturally didn't pay attention to what the people in the audience were saying, he stared at the other party vigilantly. Lin Meng felt a dangerous aura from him, as if something in his body had awakened.

Sun Bajiu stood in place with a stick in one hand. The aura on his body kept rising, and it became more and more tyrannical. Even his pupils were blood-red.

"The first style of the free stick method!" Sun Bajiu finally moved, and the people came before they arrived. In Lin Meng's eyes, he seemed to be holding the entire starry sky towards him.

"Can't stop it!" Lin Meng subconsciously appeared this thought in his heart, and the whole person quickly retreated.

This stick method seemed simple, Sun Bajiu just grabbed the iron rod with both hands and smashed it towards Lin Meng's head from top to bottom. It's a bit similar to the power splitting Huashan in swordsmanship. But in the eyes of others, it was extremely simple, and even a little unpopular, but it made Lin Meng, whose combat talent far exceeded that of ordinary people, shocked.

Sun Bajiu's stick fell and smashed on the ground where Lin Meng was standing just now. 'Boom!' the stone chips splashed and made a 'crackling' sound as they hit the surrounding barrier.

"Such a pervert!" The audience exclaimed, no one expected that Sun Bajiu's unruly stick not only forced Lin Meng not to dare to take his edge, but even the ring was destroyed. Not to mention that the material used to build the ring was originally the hardest type of stone. Even if it is just the most ordinary stone, the reinforcement of the barrier around the ring is not something that ordinary acquired realm martial artists can destroy.

"I didn't expect Sun Bajiu to hide so deeply, it seems that Lin Meng is hanging. It's a pity that the two of them were originally at the forefront of the acquired realm of the entire academy, but now they have to lose in this play-in competition. Someone in the audience felt sorry for Lin Meng.

Sun Bajiu missed a stick, and the tyrannical aura on his body became a little heavier, and another stick smashed towards Lin Meng. Lin Meng was shocked, the momentum of this stick was even better than just now, he felt that the other party was like a giant beast in the wilderness. In desperation, he could only continue to retreat, and Sun Bajiu's second stick smashed on the ground again, and a deep pit appeared in the ring again.

"Little Master!" Li Shiyu looked at Lin Meng worriedly.