On the contrary, although Li Dakang on the opposite side has always been at a disadvantage and has not been able to exert his strength, his eyes have always been calm and abnormal.

Just looking at the look on his face and the expressions Sun Shihan revealed, Lu Lin knew that if he wanted to win this one, it would be a little difficult.

Sun Shihan no longer has the heart to observe the other party's expression, but has been paying attention to the other party's movements.

Wherever she raised her hand and exerted her strength, she was all in her eyes, so that every move and style of Li Dakang was stopped by Sun Shihan when she was about to use it.

As everyone knows, she has now been observed by Li Dakang as well.

Li Dakang thought in his heart that the time had come, and as soon as he moved quickly, the amplitude of the big knife was too large, and he looked a little impatient, revealing a large vacancy in his chest.

Sun Shihan's eyes lit up, thinking that it was now.

The sword in his hand was pointed straight at his heart.

It also happened to be at this time.

Li Dakang held the hand at the bottom of the handle and twisted it, and pulled out a spike about the length of a human arm from his big knife.

This spike is much faster than the broadsword, Li Dakang threw down the broadknife in his hand, the figure was a little faster, avoiding all this, and then the spike was pointed at Sun Shihan's throat.

A drop of blood flowed down Sun Shihan's throat, and the two were in a stalemate for two or three seconds, and Sun Shihan took a step back.

"I lost."

Li Dakang laughed twice and picked up his broadsword.

"Fellow Daoist, when you fight someone, you can't focus on the other person's movements, you will suffer in this way."

Hearing what he said, Sun Shihan knew that the other party was not mocking him, so the others nodded seriously and arched his hand.

"Thank you for the reminder."

The two returned to their respective positions.

Five games to be decided, now two wins and one loss.

It would be nice to have one win in the next two games.

Lu Lin looked at a disciple of the Crazy Sword Sect, this person was called Chu Mad, and his talent was not weak.

"Over to you."

Chu Mad nodded.

He was now in the late stage of Jindan, and his body was full of scars, even on his cheeks, there were several hideous scars.

On the other side, a young man came up on the field with bandages on his fingers.

Lu Lin observed that he walked differently, down-to-earth, and did not have that feeling of lightness.

In this way, it is possible that this person is a cultivator.

"In the Lower Heavenly Yang Holy Sect Lin Kuan."

"In the Lower Dao Alliance, Chu is crazy."

The two exchanged names, and then seriously clenched their fists.

The fight begins.

The only pity on Chu Mad is that he is a water spirit root, more than flexible, but not enough attack power.

At the beginning of the battle, Chu Madness held the straight knife in his hand and rushed forward.

Lin Kuan's fighting style turned out to be similar to him, and he also rushed straight over, without any fancy punches.

Chu Madness held the knife in his right hand, and the blade was split from left to right.

Lin Kuan didn't need to dodge, and the fist smashed towards Chu Yan's face.

Where the blade fell, a qi appeared in Lin Kuan's abdomen.

Cultivators don't rely entirely on the physical body, and if they really make their physical face look like steel, how awkward it would be to walk.

Lin Kuan's abdomen and clothes were all split by this knife, and the blade actually slashed through his gangqi, leaving a bloody mark on his abdomen.

Chu Mad was also beaten and staggered backwards, and he took a solid punch on his face to know how heavy the other party's *** head was.

"It's okay......"

Chu Mad muttered in his heart, this fist was also within his tolerance.

Although his cheeks are now high and swollen.

Burst blood!

Without any hesitation, Chu Mad opened the blood explosion energy of the Crazy Knife Gate

Force.

The speed of circulation caused by its own muscles is instantly accelerated.

The knife in his hand can even pull out a trace of blood, which looks very terrifying.

Lin Kuan smiled together, and he also had the means in hand.

He took a breath and swallowed those breaths into his stomach, and the spiritual power emanating from his body was suppressed by him, looking like a mortal.

But when he got started, he was unexpectedly fast.

The two figures were entangled again, and the sound of clanging kept coming.

Blood spurted wildly.

Lu Lin nodded secretly, although he said that the other party's physical cultivation was not as good as his own, but he could also be regarded as a genius.

Lu Lin was a little enthusiastic when he watched this battle, the feeling of fists to the flesh knife and blood, some people liked it, but some people felt disdainful.

Lu Lin saw that there were several Yuan Babies in the opponent's lineup, all of whom looked at the battle with disdain on their faces.

After all, cultivating immortals has reached this point, if they are in harmony with their aura.

When swinging the sword, it can even lead to a vision of heaven and earth, so that the battle is not chic, not to mention this kind of rude battle against the flesh.

Lu Lin didn't plan to play in the Jindan Realm, but planned to press the formation at the end.

The people who are here in Lu Lin, all kinds of martial arts have only started to learn a month ago.

And the other party didn't know how long he had been cultivating those ground-level martial arts.

When the other party gets serious, the victory or defeat here can only be seen in terms of four or six.

It's only 30 percent.

Chu Mad's battle here is nearing the end, after all, the way of exchanging injuries for injuries can't last long at all.

Although Lin Kuan was already covered in blood and covered with knife cuts up and down, his injuries would never be more serious than Chu Yan's.

Chu Mad's body was bruised all over his body, and his cheeks were swollen into pig's heads.

When he was going to continue to replace his injuries, there was a mouthful of blood in his body that he couldn't bear it, and finally spurted out, and with this mouthful of blood spurting out, his state of bursting blood also came to an abrupt end.

Lin Kuan's smashed fist reached Chu Yan's head, but it suddenly stopped.

Lin Kuan grinned, "Awesome."

Chu sighed wildly, "I lost."

With two wins and two losses, there is only one last battle left in the Jindan Realm.

Next.

The last one.

A disciple of the Hanyun Sect, Chen Jie.

Fight against the last person on the other side.

"In the Lower Heavenly Yang Holy Sect Wang Hu."

"In the Lower Dao Alliance, Chen Jie."

The two men stepped forward empty-handed, their steps fluttering.

At this moment, both of them found that the other party was the same as themselves.

It's all Dharma cultivation.

Fa cultivation is not easy, and in the Yuanyang Realm, many people have changed their paths because they can't go on this road.

But Chen Jie persevered, although there was not much Taoism.

However, Chen Jie still learned everything he could see.

On the day when the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was built before, not to mention how happy Chen Jie was.

After the two saluted each other, the battle began.

Chen Jie stepped on the fairy sword, devouring and rising into the air, and with a wave of his palm, the soil cone and ice pick on his side splashed downward.

Wang Hu below, his hand was pointed at his chest as a sword, and a shield resisted those cones.

Listening to the clanging sound on the shield, Wang Hu was thoughtful.