How so?

On and off the stage, the elders and disciples were shocked.

Lin Baiyu has cultivated the Thunder Sword Qi, what is Ling Bufei? Why did a thunderbolt suddenly appear on his body? Did he also practice thunder spells?

No, even if he cultivated, it would be impossible to suck all Lin Baiyu's thunder, which completely violated common sense.

"What is this?" Sad Wind wondered, "The young sect master didn't cultivate some crooked evil methods, right?"

"What crooked law?" Yuan Songqiao glanced over and said lazily, "Senior Brother Sorrowful Wind is also a god-transforming cultivator, didn't he find anything wrong with Lei Guang?"

Thunder light? The elders were stunned, and then Elder Gan exclaimed, "Golden! This is Jin Lei! The Golden Thunder of the Tribulation!"

Yuan Songqiao smiled: "It's still Senior Sister Gan who has vision!"

Yang Xiangtian pondered: "I heard that the demonic qi in the meridians of the young sect master was dispersed by the heavenly thunder, it turns out that this is the case, if it is really the heavens that give a ray of life, the blessings and misfortunes are unpredictable."

Sadness Wind understood, and said stupidly, "The young sect master is still lucky!"

Yuan Songqiao confronted him and said, "This is not luck. First of all, there must be a golden thunder, under normal circumstances, the monk's heavenly tribulation of the baby is not at this level, this golden thunder is from the white master's nephew. The Demon Lord was born, heaven and earth did not tolerate it, the power of the heavenly thunder can be imagined, how many people dared to meet the thunder at that time?"

The elders thought for a moment, and their backs shivered.

It's not that they can easily deal with the heavenly thunder in the Yuan Infant Stage, with the intervention of the Transformation God Monk, the Heavenly Thunder is bound to upgrade, and the Golden Thunder in the Yuan Infant Stage is already very powerful, if it is upgraded to the Transformation God again...... Thank you, it's not easy to survive the Avatar Tribulation, and I don't want to go through it again.

Yuan Songqiao looked over one by one, and as expected, no one dared to respond, so he snorted lightly: "When he faced the heavenly thunder, he had put life and death aside, and if he didn't have such courage, what kind of luck could he talk about?" Although the cultivation of the young sect master was passed down by Senior Sister Jiang, his swordsmanship was really practiced by himself."

The crowd was speechless.

Yes, when it comes to luck, the young sect master was born with demonic qi to the point of destroying the meridians, which is a sign of extremely bad luck.

In a few moments, the situation on the field has changed. Lin Baiyu's thunder was absorbed by Ling Bufei, but seeing the golden light on his body, it skyrocketed instantly, and the sword momentum immediately turned and swung out.

"Senior Brother Lin, take it!"

The words fell, and Ling Bufei swung his first sword.

From the very beginning of this competition, Lin Baiyu took the initiative first, and he barely supported it. It was only at this time that Ling Bufei made his first attack.

This sword looked unremarkable, like one of the hundreds of times that those little disciples who cultivated swords swung it out on an unsurprising day.

But the power of this sword is anything but unusual.

Sharp, cold, as heavy as a mountain, as surging as the sea.

Lin Baiyu only had time to swing his sword and resist intuitively.

From the beginning of the competition, he used sword qi, and the natal flying sword never appeared. It was only at this moment that the light in his hand flashed, revealing a sword shaped like jade.

"Chin—" A clear sword roared.

Lin Baiyu then retreated.

He carried this sword, but the feeling of trance reminded him of the bamboo sword that his master took when he first learned the sword.

How so? Could it be that the way of the sword he comprehended was wrong?

Lin Baiyu's mind was in turmoil, Ling Bufei paused and swung his second sword.

He gave time to adjust, but for Lin Baiyu, this sword was still in a hurry.

It was still so unremarkable, but the strange sword momentum suddenly pressed over him when he handed out his sword.

Isn't it ahead? How did it suddenly appear on the right side?

This thought flashed through Lin Baiyu's mind, and his body reacted faster than his brain, turning around to meet it.

"Keng-" The sword was more solid than just now, and the sword sound was heavier.

In the midst of the sword qi reverberating, Lin Baiyu suddenly came to his senses. No matter what Ling Bufei's sword momentum is, he must win this game

, only by winning, it is possible to get the top spot. He tried countless methods, but he couldn't meet Master, this was his only chance!

Lin Baiyu thought in his heart, and the sword in his hand suddenly penetrated into the spiritual power.

Before Ling Bufei's third sword was about to come out, he had already let out a loud shout, turned into a streamer, and rushed out.

Isn't it swordsmanship? Since he was a child, he has been by his master's side, swinging his sword every day, I don't know how many times he has practiced, how much sweat he has shed, it has become his instinct carved into the Yuan Shen, will he still lose?

Seeing this sword, You Yan in the audience let out a "huh", full of surprise: "Senior Brother Lin...... I came to my senses."

"What?" Shen Hanqiu and Liu Zhi were stunned.

Enlightenment on stage? If so, the result of this competition is decided! Lin Baiyu was already very strong......

"Not necessarily." Yuan Songqiao on the stage laughed, but said to himself.

Lin Baiyu's sword arrived, this sword was clean and pure, the sword intent flowed, the sword heart was clear, it could be said that there were almost no flaws, or in the case of occupying the initiative, there seemed to be no reason to lose.

At this moment, Ling Bufei's sword was also handed out.

Just like just now, his sword was still mediocre, only the purest sword momentum.

It was practiced every day and night when he stepped into the path of cultivation with a broken body. The meridians can't work, he can't cultivate the sword qi, and all he has is the sword itself. Enhance the power of the sword by forging the body, and nothing else.

The two intersected with each other.

"Hum—" There was a low grown.

On the Killing Sword, a golden thunder light suddenly appeared, rolling the surrounding sword qi into the air, carrying the power of heaven and earth, and roaring forward.

Lin Baiyu's sword intent was endless, and he suddenly spit out sword qi, but he was swept away by Jin Lei.

At this time, it was too late to run the sword formation, and the Stop Killing Sword went straight forward, unstoppable, until it stopped in front of him.

There was a stillness in the ring.

Only the remnants of sword qi swept around.

The audience was also still, whether they understood it or not, this scene was clearly reflected in everyone's eyes: Ling Bufei was holding a sword, against Lin Baiyu's shoulder bone.

At this moment, Lin Baiyu was at a loss.

He obviously didn't feel that he was going to lose, so why did he lose? Do you want to say that Ling Bu is not cunning? It seems to be the case, but Lin Baiyu knows in his heart that it is not.

When Ling Bufei took out the first sword, his mind was pulled. He stirred his mind so much that he misresponded. This is a real sword duel.

He lost.

Lin Baiyu let go of his hand, full of sadness.

He lost, and he couldn't see Master anymore.

"Take." He heard Ling Bufei say this, but he didn't have the heart to respond, and turned around to get out of the ring.

But the next moment, he stopped.

"Senior Brother Lin wants to see Uncle Song? If I'm lucky enough to win the top spot, I'll give you a chance."