The amazing terrifying momentum not only shocked Yin Lun, but also shocked the audience.

The audience watching through the big screen, although the experience was not as profound as that of the players and coaches who watched it up close, they also had a subtle sense of horror.

Qi Lian's momentum was different from Bai Baihe's extremely sharp sword intent, but another kind of power full of blood.

Even Zhang Zizai and Du Xishan in the audience couldn't help but look at each other when they saw Qi Lian's sudden burst of might.

In a rookie competition, there was a sword saint with sword intent.

Unexpectedly, Qi Lin actually hid a hand that was not sword intent, but not much more powerful.

Only a few top swordsmen in the upper third rank, the momentum that can only be possessed after a hundred battles, how did he train it?

Feelings, Qi Silence has always said that he can win the daytime river, isn't he bragging?

Yan Qing watched Qi Lonely beside the two of them in a daze, and suddenly shivered and came to his senses.

He kept touching his arm and said in shock: "What's the matter? I just seemed to have the illusion that Brother Qi stabbed me headed, so terrifying, I got goosebumps! ”

On the other side, Bai Baihe was agitated by Qi Lian's might, as if he had been invaded by a beast in the territory, and the sharp sword intent of the whole person immediately burst out, his eyes were full of excitement, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show an uncontrollable smile.

The surprise of everyone in the audience is not expressed for the time being.

On the stage, Yin Lun stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes, suspecting that he was facing a murderous executioner.

Under the changes of the times, science and technology are becoming more and more advanced, and the laws are becoming more and more rigorous, even if they were once arrogant as they killed the Sword Sect, in order to maintain their hard-won existence, they have long abandoned the rule of killing people when they shoot.

They now have a serious identity, and the "Sword Cultivation Society Combat Club" founded in the past two years is the external image of the Sword Killing and Robbery Sect, which can not only increase the income of the sect, but also recruit disciples and select good seedlings suitable for practicing the Sword Killing and Robbery.

There is no longer a need to survive in the shadows and do that kind of killer work to hone swordsmanship and keep the sect running, as the sect old-timers said.

This year, they have held back a few of their young players, and in one fell swoop they have occupied four places in the top 16 of the rookie competition, and the next sword cultivation club may be able to usher in a greater expansion.

All in all, the Killing Sword Sect, which gave up killing people as an iron rule, is now living better.

The reason why they are still looking for masters to challenge is nothing more than that these inner disciples who are still pursuing swordsmanship and follow the ancient precepts are just a way of training.

Even in this way, they try not to actually kill.

But the man on the other side ...... Isn't this murderous aura too terrifying?

Yin Lun was in a trance, saw the referee come up to the stage, and quickly announced the start of the game.

He came back to his senses, and immediately put on the back sword pose of the Killing Sword, his spirit was highly tense, and he stared at Qi Lian's movements.

"Your genre, don't you have any other stance?" Qi Lin asked lightly, and at the same time slowly withdrew the tip of the knife pointed at Yin Lun, and gently held the knife in one hand and hung it on the side of his leg.

This time, his posture of holding the knife was not even a hidden edge, he was just casually carrying the knife.

A large bead of sweat appeared on Yin Lun's forehead, he confronted Qi Lian, just resisting the other party's Shura-like momentum, he had already done his best, how could he still speak.

Seeing that the other party couldn't answer, his body trembled slightly, Qi Lin couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

After Qin Zijin's reminder that day, he still thought that this so-called Killing Sword Sect was a dark sect that used unscrupulous means to kill people.

So today I came to the interest, thinking about trying the other party's catties.

And that's the result?

Has this kid really seen blood?

The opponent was so unbearable, it couldn't help but make Qi Lin a little disappointed, and along with the disappointment, the momentum he exuded was quickly reined in.

Yin Lun's side, he finally felt that the image that seemed to be trapped in a sticky river of blood dissipated.

He immediately gritted his teeth and seized the opportunity to rush towards Qi Lian.

Although his sect no longer pays attention to killing, he can also accept the failure of his own disciples.

But in any case, it is impossible to accept that his own disciples are defeated without a fight!

You have to strike immediately, otherwise if the other party unleashes that terrifying momentum again......

Yin Lun thought in fear, so as soon as he made a move, it was the stunt that Li Yuanji had used against Bai Baihe.

Slash, slash, stab!

Triple Kill!

Qi Lin faced this move, and did not flash the first move like the day river.

He'd already seen it once, and he wasn't interested in looking at the later variants again.

So he strides, raises his hand, and swings his knife!

Slash with one sword!

The slash full of immense power slashed accurately near the center of gravity of Yin Lun's black sword.

He is not like Bai Baihe, who can do the so-called sword on behalf of the sky.

Accurately grasp the opponent's sword path, seize the most appropriate time, shoot with the most appropriate strength, and achieve a five-point effect with three points of strength......

This is not his path.

His path does not need to use three points of strength as five points.

His strength is as high as 10!

Clang!

With a loud bang, Yin Lun's mouth shook violently, and he almost wanted to take off the weapon in his hand, he immediately woke up, desperately grasped the weapon with both hands, and quickly took a few steps back.

I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in my heart, how could there be someone in the world who was not exaggerated in size, but had such divine power!

With just one hand, Qi Lin had already quickly tasted Yin Lun's level in all aspects

The strength is average, the speed is average, and the technical rank is only close to the fourth high of the fifth dan.

The conclusion is inferior to Fang Hanxing.

If you want to evaluate it with a combat power, it is about 0.7 squares.

Qi Lin completely lost interest.

He stepped forward, his wrist fluttering, and he swung three swords in a row in an instant.

Slash, slash, slash!

Three knives with no skill at all.

Some are just the strength and speed of the Majesty.

At this speed, even if Yin Lun wanted to double kill, it would be difficult to succeed once out of ten.

He didn't dare to take risks, so he could only block, block and block.

Boom!

The sound of weapons colliding resounded throughout the arena, and was faithfully recorded by the radio equipment, and the loudspeaker that was transferred to Tianhai Stadium was played.

blocked three knives, and took five steps back,

Seeing Yin Lun's embarrassed retreat, Qi Lin suddenly had no intention of continuing.

It's boring.

He doesn't want to bully ordinary players like adults beat children anymore.

He wants to fight with strong people like Luo Wolf, Tu Dao Zhai, Bai Baihe, Qin Zijin, and even Zhang Zizai and Du Xishan!

"It's over." Qi Lin suddenly said softly to Yin Lun.

Then he grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands.

Bow down, kick the ground, and shoot out like a rocket!

Sa!

The heavy protective gear couldn't suppress the clothes that fluttered under Qi Li's high-speed rush, bringing up the sound of the fierce wind.

In Yin Lun's eyes, Qi Lian's figure quickly enlarged to his eyes in just one second.

Frightened, Yin Lun took out his sword first, intending to stop Qi Lian's attack.

At this moment, Yin Lun's movements became slower and slower in Qi Lian's eyes.

Vaguely, Qi Lin seemed to see Yin Lun's next sword-swinging routes overlapping together, and then collapsed into a definite result.

He smiled confidently, raised his sword and quickly struck at the center of gravity of the black sword swung by the opponent.

Yin Lun's clenched black sword only lasted less than a fraction of a second before it flew out of his hand.

In the next moment, Qi Lin turned the blade and quickly slashed down!

Click!

The two figures staggered in an instant, leaving only the crisp sound of the armor being slashed by the blade.

"Shoot down the weapon, 4 points!"

"Hit the head, 6 points!"

"Accumulate 10 points! This round is won by the lonely player! ”

The audience was silent, and then the applause was thunderous!