On the field, two people confronted each other with swords.

Tan Quan of the Nahema Club was the same as Jiang Han that Qi Lin had met before, holding a swift sword, tall and strong, and his posture was calm.

At this moment, his feet were forward and backward, he bent down, his right hand stretched forward, and the swift sword pointed upwards diagonally, facing himself with a backblade, which was the third of the four postures of swift swordsmanship.

To tell the truth, don't look at the elegant and gorgeous shape of the swift sword, but once you really start fighting and put on a posture, it is lower than the other, and it is even a little obscene.

However, the low position is originally an excellent posture to reduce one's own flaws and narrow the opponent's striking surface in the combat competition, not to mention the stab-based genre of the swift sword.

As the saying goes, the winner is king, and a little obscenity can't stop the swordsmen from thirsting for victory.

And Tan Quan's opponent, Yin Lun of the Sword Cultivator's Society, held a weapon that was not a common standard weapon, but a black straight sword that was only one finger wide and about one meter long.

His posture is also very visible, but he completely puts his back on the back of his helmet, and hangs his sword down behind him, completely preventing his opponent from seeing the strange posture of the blade.

It doesn't look practical at all, the door is wide open, and because of the awkward posture of the backhand, the opponent has to go around when he wants to attack.

What's the secret of this posture?

Qi Lin became a little interested in this game, straightened up and looked at the big screen seriously.

The moment the referee announced the start of the game, Tan Quan, who was swift and sword, quickly rushed towards Yin Lun.

The distance between the two quickly narrowed to the range that the swift sword could attack, and then Tan Quan lunged and stabbed without hesitation!

Thinking about it, Tan Quan thinks that Yin Lun's posture with unknown meaning is purely mysterious!

The sharp stabbing blow hit Yin Lun's chest in an instant.

But seeing that Yin Lun only turned to one side slightly, he actually let the swift sword smoothly stab his left shoulder, and at the same time, he had already taken out the sword in an instant, and at the same time that he was hit by the sword in his left shoulder, a sword stabbed and hit the opponent's head.

Double Kill!

The referee immediately announces the result.

"Tan Quan hit the torso and scored 4 points!"

"Yin Lun hit the head and scored 6 points!"

"Double kill, high score minus low score, the final result, Yin Lun gets 2 points!"

Qi Lin looked at this result, his eyes narrowed slightly, this double kill...... Was it an accident?

Soon, he understood, it was not an accident.

Double Kill!

Double Kill!

Double Kill!

The ensuing scene drew boos from the audience.

Abandon your hands for your body, abandon your feet for your body, abandon your body for your head, and you will all die together......

A variety of double kills appeared between the two players, and Yin Lun of the Sword Cultivator used extremely skilled routines to gain a score advantage in successive double kills, and managed to win the first round after six rounds.

Then, Yin Lun continued to repeat the exact same tactics twice, eliminating Tan Quan of the collapsed Hema Club in a way that was tantamount to torture.

What an ugly scene!

There were bursts of boos and insults from the audience, all of whom were spitting on Yin Lun.

Qi Lin saw a little bit of truth from it, although Yin Lun always exchanged the low-scoring position for the opponent's high-scoring position, he never let Tan Quan hit any of his "vital points".

For example, the torso is only allowed to hit the shoulder and other "non-lethal" parts, but the position of his attack is always the real fatal part, such as slashing the head, such as stabbing the torso aimed at internal organs and other parts, strictly following the concept of exchanging injuries for life.

Qi Lin imagined for a moment, if the two people in the game just now took off their protective gear and used real swords to fight to the death, the result would be that Yin Lun could accurately exchange injuries for lives every time and kill Tan Quan many times!

It's kind of interesting, it turns out that this is the so-called Killing Sword.

Qi Lin smiled brightly and gently leaned back into his chair.

In the later game, only Qin Zijin was on the field when Qi Lin appreciated it seriously, and he was not interested in the two people in the fourth game at a glance, that Hua Zhengbai was also from the Sword Cultivation Society, and he also used the so-called double kill path of the Killing Sword, and eliminated his opponent by eating points with a similar method.

Amid the shamelessness and boos of the crowd for the deliberate double kill, the fourth game ended.

The four games in the morning were all over, and Yan Qing, Qin Zijin and Yin Lun and Hua Zhengbai of the Sword Cultivator took the lead in advancing to the top 8.

......

The first session of the afternoon was Qi Lin as the opening.

Qi Lin had already put on neat protective gear, held a straight knife, and under the leadership of Zhang Zizai, he came to the edge of the stage in advance to wait.

And his opponent, Fang Hanxing of the Tianxing Club, was also surrounded by the club, and came to the other side of the arena to wait quietly.

Until before he came on the field, the middle-aged coach beside him was still gesturing with Fang Hanxing with slashing movements, his mouth kept moving, he should be making suggestions.

On the other hand, on Qi Lian's side, Zhang Zizai didn't say much, he just said with a smile: "The one opposite is Fang Hanxing who dares to shout to challenge you in the interview, I have studied the videos of his competitions from the competition to the present, and it is basically certain that he has reached the level of five stages, and he should be on par with Yanqing in terms of technical level......

Zhang Zizai smiled: "To be honest, if it was before I saw the results of your special training last night, I would still be so worried that you would lose to him because of carelessness, and now, my worry is estimated to be only 5%." ”

"Anyway!" Zhang Zizai smiled and patted Qi Lian's shoulder: "Enjoy the game!" ”

Qi Lin in turn put his hand on Zhang Zizi's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your 5% worry is superfluous, instead of worrying about this, it's better to help me operate." ”

"What works?" Zhang Zizi was stunned.

Qi Lin laughed: "Of course it's a matter of operating my treatment promotion!" If I defeat Bai Baihe and Qin Zijin to win this rookie championship, shouldn't I be promoted and raised? ”

Zhang Zizi suddenly looked at Qi Lian: "What do you mean...... Do you really have the confidence to win that daytime river? ”

Qi Lin glanced at him strangely: "What are you excited about, didn't I always say that I wanted to win the championship?" ”

Zhang Zizai smiled bitterly and said: "If it was before, you would indeed be the champion of the rookie competition, but the level of this Sword Saint disciple is indeed beyond my expectations, not only has he really entered the sixth-stage level, but he also has the general talent of sword intent, which is almost an inexplicable existence in your generation...... Even if you use that 'Ignorant Sword', I'm afraid it won't be effective. ”

Qi Lin glared at Zhang Zizi, and said angrily: "Lao Zhang! So that's what you thought? I thought you had faith in me all the time! ”

Zhang Zizai scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "It's not that I have lost my eyes to the white river, I don't know where the old man of the Sword Saint found such a demonic ......."

"Alright, alright! You just give me the right word! Qi Lin smiled: "If I win the championship, what treatment can you get for me?" ”

Zhang Zizai glanced at him and gritted his teeth.