As long as you can win three games, the face of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Gate will be earned back today.

Lin Shujian and Li Wan'er actually have a great chance of winning after their own guidance, which Meng Fan is more confident than the two of them.

The remaining third Zhao Heng, the fourth Zhang Yuan, and the fifth Zhou Ye, one of the three should always be able to win a game, right?

Thinking about it this way, Meng Fan felt that even if he didn't participate in this competition this year, the probability of winning on Master's side was very high.

I'm afraid that He Feihong will be shameless, if he sends his eldest disciple Sun Changxing to fight with Lin Shujian, there will be no chance of winning in this way.

Although in previous years, it was the eldest disciple fighting the eldest disciple, and the second disciple fighting the second disciple, there was no mandatory rule for this.

This year's situation is different, if He Feihong comes insidiously, there is really no way, and the master's side will lose.

However, He Feihong is also the head of the Immortal Sect, so he shouldn't do such a thing.

Otherwise, even if you win, you won't be able to win, what's the point?

Originally, this kind of competition was just for the sake of face, and even if you win with that method, you won't have face.

Meng Fan felt that He Zhangjiao of the Kunlun Immortal Sect would definitely not do such a tasteless thing.

"Everyone is here, let's get started." On the Yanwu Square, Nie Wuji said to He Feihong on the side.

"Okay, let's get started, who's going to go first on your side?" He Feihong said calmly.

Nie Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced sideways at He Feihong.

"Does it matter who goes first? Is it because there are few people on my side this year, you want to play some tricks with me? What, are you still going to use Changxing to beat Wan'er? ”

Sun Changxing, He Feihong's eldest disciple.

Li Wan'er, Nie Wuji's little disciple.

Using the big disciple to beat the younger disciple is bound to be a sure win, with a 100% winning rate.

But Nie Wuji and Meng Fan had similar thoughts, he didn't think He Feihong would be so shameless.

Sure enough, He Feihong said seriously: "What are you kidding, how could I let Changxing come to beat Wan'er, isn't this bullying, I will lose face if I win, I still want to be faced!" ”

"Then you still ask me who will go first, isn't this an extra move?" Nie Wuji didn't have a good airway.

"It's not too much, although I'm not going to let Changxing fight Wan'er, but it's okay to beat that kid with the book sword, right?" He Feihong said with a smile.

"Since that eldest disciple of yours can't participate in the war, then as a delay, it makes sense for my eldest disciple to beat your second disciple, right?"

Hearing He Feihong say this, Nie Wuji's brows furrowed, and he glanced at He Feihong deeply.

"You came to me this time, did you leave something in Kunlun Immortal Gate and didn't bring it?"

"What's that?"

"Face!"

He Feihong was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "Just say it directly if you scold me for being shameless, why bother to beat around the bush like this, it makes us seem to be separated." ”

"Don't come to the side, I'm not familiar with you!" Nie Wuji glared at He Feihong.

"It's a share, it's still a score, so who are you going to let in the first game?" He Feihong still said with a smile.

Nie Wuji didn't pay any attention to He Feihong anymore, but said to the second disciple Lin Shujian on the side: "Shujian, you go first." ”

When Lin Shujian heard this, he slowly walked onto a ring in the center of Yanwu Square.

Impromptu rings.

"Yueru, you can get on."

Although He Feihong just said that he wanted his eldest disciple Sun Changxing to fight Nie Wuji's second disciple Lin Shujian.

But in the end, he still let his second disciple Zhao Yueru go to the ring.

Just now it was just to tease Nie Wuji.

Seeing that Nie Wuji was indeed annoyed by himself, he couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart.

Even if he loses the final competition today, he can capture Nie Wuji's expression just now, and he feels that he is not a loss.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's important to be happy!

"Yes, Master." Zhao Yueru responded to He Feihong, then turned around and walked to the ring.

Lin Shujian looked at Zhao Yueru who came over, and the solemnity in his eyes became more and more obvious.

In previous years, he and Zhao Yueru competed, and they all lost more and won less.

This year, the senior brother is not here, and he is under great pressure, anyway, his requirement for himself is that he can only win and not lose this game.

"Senior Sister Zhao, please!" Lin Shujian put his hand on the hilt of the sword and said to Zhao Yueru with a serious face.

Zhao Yueru looked at Lin Shujian coldly, and said coldly: "Senior sister? Hehe, haven't you been convinced for so many years? Shout Senior Sister Zhao, I'll start today. ”

Lin Shujian smiled and said, "If I lose today, I will call you Senior Sister Zhao when I see you in the future." On the other hand, if you lose, you will call me Senior Brother Lin when you see me in the future, how about it? ”

"Very good!" Zhao Yueru nodded, and then pulled out her long sword.

When the sword came out of its sheath, a sword qi automatically overflowed, and it couldn't be stopped.

Then in the next second, the long sword in Zhao Yueru's hand turned into a shock and shot towards Lin Shujian.

Since the other party is polite to him, then he is not polite, and he immediately took out this sword first.

Lin Shujian's face was full of solemnity, he was engrossed, and the long sword in his hand followed out of the sheath and slashed out with a sword.

The two sword lights poured out, collided, and burst out dozens of astonishing sword qi.

However, the overflowing sword qi did not shoot out of the ring, and was eliminated at the edge of the ring.

A formation was arranged in this ring to prevent energy from pouring out and injuring the disciples who were watching the battle outside the ring.

After all, this kind of competition has been going on for many years, so naturally there will be no such loopholes.

After the sword light in the ring dissipated, Lin Shujian's figure had already leaned towards the edge of the ring.

Obviously, the collision of this sword just now, he faintly fell into the disadvantage.

However, this sword alone does not mean that Lin Shujian is weaker than Zhao Yueru.

Because after all, it was Zhao Yueru who made the first move just now, and the person who made the sword first always occupied a little bit of cheapness in comparison.

"Senior Sister Zhao, the courtesy is still exchanged, it's my turn this time!" Lin Shujian said in a solemn tone, and then the long sword in his hand burst out with dazzling sword light.

With a sword cut, Lin Shujian went all out, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

With that sword just now, he fell into a disadvantage, which actually made him a little nervous, and he vaguely felt that he still didn't seem to be Zhao Yueru's opponent.

But this tension did not bring him frustration, but rather fueled his fighting spirit.

The more this happens, the more he has to give it his all.

At this moment, with this sword, he has burst out ten percent of his strength.

Destroy the sword!

Lin Shujian himself didn't know that under Meng Fan's guidance, his Extinction Sword Technique had undergone earth-shaking changes and was fully improved.

The sword light was like a swimming dragon, and the long sword in Lin Shujian's hand slashed towards Zhao Yueru with a thunderous momentum.

The most striking thing is that there are no flaws in this sword.

Zhao Yueru looked at the sword that Lin Shujian cut out, and her brows furrowed slightly, because in her eyes, this sword was extremely perfect, without the slightest loophole, and she couldn't find any flaws.