Time flies, and the Musou Conference has finally come to an end.

Lin Zhe also won a few games very easily.

His eyes are bright, Lin Zhe is dressed in green clothes, and he is particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Come on, come on, buy and leave. ”

I don't know where the sound came from.,Forced to turn such a serious place as the Musou Conference into a casino.。

Everyone looked at Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran had already been eliminated, after all, he was only a third-grade monk, and he was almost at the bottom.

The Xiao family all knew Xiao Ran, and they were particularly disappointed that some of the guards were so loud, if other disciples were so shouting, they might have been expelled a long time ago, but the second son of the Xiao family, the guards really had nothing to do.

"I bet Lin Zhe won't release his momentum. Someone took out a piece of spirit stone essence and slapped it heavily on the table.

"Me too. ”

"The other party is a fifth-grade realm, I'm afraid Lin Zhe still has to release his momentum to defeat, he was a monk in the fourth-grade realm before, I bet he will release his momentum." ”

"I think so, too. With that, another spirit stone essence slapped on the table.

......

The audience is very lively, but it is a different scenery.

Lin Zhe jumped on the stage, and this time it was the Confucian disciples who fought without him.

The Confucian disciples are all dressed in Confucian shirts, and they all look like scholars, chic and indulgent.

When don't you want to be like this?

Lin Zhe touched his bald head, but his hair was chopped off by thunder.

"Confucian Qingyue, please advise. Qingyue stood behind him with a sword and said respectfully.

"Tianshan Gate Lin Zhe. Lin Zhe nodded.

Airplanes!

The sword suddenly rose.

Qingyue was the first to strike.

In the past few days, Lin Zhe has been a one-trick to defeat the enemy, preemptively, and if he wants to win, he must take the lead.

Qingyue had a clear mind and stepped forward with a sword.

Gentleman's sword, chic, happy.

A little bit of sword light pierced the void, and several sword qi were extremely powerful.

"What a gentleman's sword. Lin Zhe's eyes lit up.

Confucianism's chic body style, chic swordsmanship, no matter what, is extremely chic.

This made Lin Zhe extremely envious, this is really elegant and easy-going.

"The Confucian gentleman's sword is really sharp. Someone sighed.

"The disciple of Confucianism is really handsome and chic, and the jade tree is in the wind, I am stupid when I see it. There was a female disciple with her eyes shining.

Yes, Confucianism is just one word, handsome.

On the field, the Dao Dao sword mangs blocked all of Lin Zhe's positions, and there was almost nowhere to hide.

This sword is really fast and handsome!

Lin Zhe sighed, but his hand was not idle, and a sky-blasting fist rushed into the sky.

Rumble!

The sword light in the sky disappeared.

One force will drop ten!

Everyone was stunned.

The originally triumphant Xinghuo Zhenjun was also stunned.

That swordsmanship is not unpretentious, and he is also one of the most outstanding disciples of Confucianism.

But that punch actually dissolved all the sword qi.

What a fist this is!

The people on the field were also stunned, you punched the four-grade monk, we admit it.

But this is a five-grade monk, or the signature swordsmanship of Confucianism, you are still a punch.

Is this human?

The person who originally swore that Lin Zhe released his momentum also regretted it.

What kind of strength is this kid, he doesn't even need momentum, he really uses his body to resist the Confucian gentleman's sword!

One force will drop ten!

That's what everyone has in their hearts.

But Lin Zhe is not.

The tiger's mouth hurt, and it was torn apart, although he broke the sword qi with one punch, the sword qi was indeed extremely powerful, and it shattered his tiger's mouth.

If it weren't for the divine body, I am afraid that my right hand would really be directly torn apart by the sword qi.

"Senior Brother Lin Zhe is really powerful. Qingyue exclaimed, her brows furrowed, and the sword in her hand swung again.

In an instant, Qingyue disappeared in place, leaving only an afterimage in the void.

Lin Zhe clenched his fists and didn't dare to relax.

It's a comparison.

Lin Zhe knew very well that the Confucian body method was unparalleled in the world, and if a gentleman did not leave this kind of body method, other sects could hardly match it.

Even if it's yourself, you can't.

Feel it with your heart.

In his mind, the voice of the sword spirit suddenly rose.

Lin Zhe nodded.

Without releasing momentum, it is impossible to use the divine sense to explore the opponent's position, so it is almost impossible to fight against the Confucian body method that is so fast.

With the naked eye, you can't see it at all.

Lin Zhe simply closed his eyes, and suddenly, attributed everything to his feelings.

This way!

Lin Zhe suddenly opened his eyes and swung his fist.

Bang!

Qingyue appeared, and the white sword buzzed.

Lin Zhe had already taken a few steps back, and the long sword hit his hand, which was really painful.

Lin Zhe twisted his arm.

Fang Cai's sword slashed directly on his body, leaving a bloody mark.

It's big!

Lin Zhe took a deep breath, thinking that with the blessing of the divine body, he could resist this sword, but he didn't expect that this sword would always leave a trace on his body.

This sword alone is enough for those who watch to boil.

You must know that Lin Zhe has fought four or five times before, and he has defeated his opponent with one punch and has never suffered a loss.

This time, it was blood.

How not to get excited.

"I just said, I can definitely force him to release his momentum. The disciple who had just spoken eloquently about Lin Zhe must have released his momentum was full of smiles.

"Yes, fortunately, I listened to you and bet on the right one. ”

"But don't say it, Lin Zhe is indeed too powerful, if that sword were to wait for us, maybe a piece of flesh would be torn off, and he would only leave a faint scar. ”

"Yes, this man is very strong in the flesh. ”

"Come on, Senior Brother Qingyue, you must defeat him!" the Confucian disciple was extremely excited.

During this time, Lin Zhe has almost been mythologized, and his undefeated record and limelight have even overshadowed Xiao Ming.

However, Xiao Ming has always been strong, and everyone has nothing new, but Lin Zhe, who looks like a child, is still so against the sky, it is said that someone has already opened a handicap for Xiao Ming against Lin Zhe in private.

In the crowd, an old man looked hateful, but quietly left the crowd.

Not only the people in the audience, but also the destiny on the viewing platform, finally with a smile on their faces.

In the past few days, the most talked about by several people is Xiao Ming and Lin Zhe, Lin Zhe's performance has been watched by them, even before the game starts, no one is optimistic about Qingyue.

And now, when Destiny saw that Lin Zhe was slashed by Qingyue, he was naturally triumphant.

"Heavenly Destiny Daoist, Lin Zhe hasn't released his momentum yet!" Xinghuo Zhenjun said with a displeased face.

He has already had two disciples eliminated by the Confucian disciples, and now the most happy thing to see is that the Confucian disciples are defeated, and seeing the smug look of the Mandate of Heaven, he naturally can't bear to say.

"Lin Zhe hasn't released his momentum yet, and Qingyue hasn't gone all out yet!" said with a merry smile.

Although Qingyue has little chance of winning, it is much better than the previous disciples who fought against him, as long as he can hurt Lin Zhe, for Confucianism, at least he will not lose this face.

"Hmph, I bet that Lin Zhe will win, if I win, you will dive in the group for a month. Xinghuo Zhenjun snorted coldly.

"Yes, so can you. "Although the Destiny of Heaven knows that Lin Zhe has a great chance of winning, since he has been provoked, is he still afraid.

Diving for a month?

A few bigwigs who have never had an accident were stunned for a moment, what do you mean, it's just a month of diving, and the stakes are not big.

The one here is below the realm of the seventh grade, who can't dive for a month, let alone a month, and retreat for a hundred years without eating, drinking, or breathing.

It's naïve. A few bigwigs thought to themselves, gambling should also be bigger.

Several bigwigs began to come up with a bet.

On and off the stage, it was immediately harmonious, and everyone inexplicably liked to gamble on something, which was the first time in the Wushuang Conference.