In the fifth ring, Lin Xuan fought against Jin Xu.

"Hehe, boy, you're unlucky to meet me!" Jin Xu laughed wildly, "If you are willing to take the initiative to admit defeat, maybe you will suffer less!"

Lin Xuan's face was expressionless, with a dark red sword behind him, he looked at Jin Xu opposite and said, "You talk too much nonsense." ”

"Boy, since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!" Jin Xu was furious, slapped the scabbard with his palm, and the long sword came out in response. His whole body turned into a ray of brilliance and rushed towards Lin Xuan.

"Good swordsmanship!" Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, "It is worthy of being a disciple who can pass the first level, his skills are really extraordinary, this swordsmanship has a little bit of sword momentum, and it is extremely powerful." ”

The sword has not arrived, but the sword qi has arrived.

Lin Xuan didn't move like a mountain, and when the sword edge was about to arrive, he suddenly struck, as fast as lightning, and slapped his palm on the sword body.

Suddenly, the long sword that stabbed at Lin Xuan was deflected by three points, Lin Xuan didn't stop, he flipped his palm, clasped his ten fingers, and flicked it on the sword.

Bite!

A crisp voice sounded, and the ferocious power passed down the sword body to Jin Xu's arm.

As if he had been hit by a heavenly hammer, Jin Xu's tiger's mouth cracked, and the long sword came out of his hand, shattering in half in the air and scattering on the ground.

You! Jin Xu held his right hand and retreated, there was no arrogance in his eyes, he finally understood now why Lin Xuan was always expressionless, because the two were not of the same rank at all.

"I lost......" he seemed to lose his strength.

"One hundred and thirty-five wins!" the referee's voice rang out.

"What's going on, what's going on?" the people who looked at ring number two asked, wondering what was going on.

"What? One finger smashed the long sword and injured Jin Xu? You're not kidding, Jin Xu is the eighty-eighth ranked disciple!"

"No, I must watch the next game of the one hundred and thirty-five!"

While those disciples were discussing, there was an earth-shattering cry from the No. 5 ring.

"Senior Brother Lin is mighty!"

"Brother Xuan is handsome!"

"Brother Xuan won the first place in one go!"

......

In the stands near the No. 5 ring, all the disciples from the Southern District were sitting, and there were some disciples who often competed with Lin Xuan, and they cheered and cheered when they saw Lin Xuan's victory.

Except for the core figures of the three major forces and the four masters of the outer sect, few disciples could win so many cheers, and many disciples looked sideways.

"Hmph, it seems that that waste is very popular!" Yan Kong sneered.

"Don't worry about him, it can't be the climate, our goal is to stabilize the battle group!" Jiang Yulong didn't care about Lin Xuan at all.

Lin Xuan returned to the rest area, at this moment, the battle in the No. 2 ring was not over, and the disciples of the battle group holding the war knives and the disciples of the Shenwei Regiment using the long swords were fighting inextricably.

The figures of the two were as fast as ghosts, and the sky was full of their afterimages, ordinary disciples couldn't see what was going on at all, and only some powerful disciples could catch their movements.

Lin Xuan was naturally able to see their movements clearly, and he also found that although the disciples of the Shenwei Regiment had elegant swordsmanship, they were surrounded by the other party, and they were afraid that within ten moves, they would be defeated.

"Congratulations, the disciples of the battle group are going to win. Lin Xuan said to Tang Yu with a smile.

Tang Yu blinked mischievously and didn't speak, but the nearby Shenwei Regiment disciples couldn't listen to it.

"Boy, what do you know?

"Like, can you see the game on the stage?"

"In order to please a beautiful woman, you even opened your eyes and said nonsense! I despise you!"

Those disciples didn't think that Lin Xuan would be able to see the game on the stage clearly, let alone judge who won and who lost, but after seven moves, these people almost bit their tongues off.

The disciples of the Shenwei Regiment really lost, and after Lin Xuan finished speaking, they lost immediately.

", crow's mouth!"

"Boy, if you dare to talk nonsense, I want you to look good!" The disciples of the Shenwei Regiment all stared at Lin Xuan viciously.

Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly, ignoring them, he was recalling the battle in the second ring at the moment, these elite disciples were really not parallel goods, everyone's strength was very strong, and he had also absorbed some experience from them.

More than 100 disciples took turns to fight on the stage, and all kinds of moves came out together, and the disciples who watched shouted one after another, and they were addicted. Finally, the first round of the competition is over.

Except for the top ten disciples in the first level, half of the other 130 people won and went to the second round. Since there are sixty-five people competing, one person will have a bye.

Those disciples who advanced all closed their eyes and meditated, praying that it was themselves who had a bye.

"Yin Qingyi, this round of bye!" the voice of the middle-aged Chinese character face sounded.

"Ahh

"Congratulations, you made the cut!" Lin Xuan said with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you, Senior Brother Lin. Yin Qingyi said with a red face.

"Now, this is the second round of the competition. One hundred and thirty-five against forty-nine!"

"With such a large span, it seems that it is another blitzkrieg!" said an audience member dissatisfied.

Lin Xuan didn't expect that the first one would be him on the court, but it was okay, he could go back to the rest area to watch other people's games after the game. Thinking of this, he stood up, carried the dark red greatsword behind his back, and slowly walked into the ring.

"Damn, it's this guy, he cursed our Shenwei Regiment just now, Senior Brother Xue, a cruel lesson!" the disciple of the Shenwei Regiment shouted.

"Senior Brother Xue, him!" In the stands, countless disciples shouted.

Xue Huaqing walked leisurely, enjoying the cheers in the stands, he knew that this voice belonged to him.

However, to his surprise, in the ring not far away, he remembered an unusual cheer, like the waves of the sea, wave after wave.

"Senior Brother Lin, come on, I'm optimistic about you!"

"Shoot him to death, you must shoot him to death! Lin Xuan slaps him to death with your big sword!"

"Brother Xuan, we support you, the disciples of the Southern District are with you!"

That voice was so high that it was not weaker than that of the Divine Power Regiment, and many disciples who had advanced couldn't help but look at it.

"Hehe, I can't imagine that in addition to the three major forces, there are people who can have such a reputation, I'm looking forward to it!" A young man in black smiled near the golden stand.

"What, you're trying to win him over?" said the young man beside him.

"Just see. The young man in black didn't say much, but looked at the ring.

"Boy, it seems that there are many people who support you, I wonder if they will be sad when you are beaten and defeated?" Xue Huaqing sneered, in his opinion, Lin Xuan dared to steal the limelight with him, it was simply looking for death.

"I finally know why you're all joining the Divine Might. Lin Xuan said expressionlessly.

"Why?" Xue Huaqing asked subconsciously.

"Because you are all two strokes, can you die if you fight and don't talk nonsense?" Lin Xuan rolled his eyes.

"Very good, boy, now I officially inform you, I'm angry!" Xue Huaqing said coldly, "The consequence is that you have to lie down and go out!"