Time flies, time flies.

This has been a few decades, and the stubborn girl who stood in front of her has become a self-confident person, and her every move is full of self-confidence.

"Senior brother is ready, Ling'er is no longer as good as it was back then. ”

"I've been preparing all the time, and I'm not as white as I was back then. ”

"Okay, what Ling'er is waiting for is Senior Brother's words. ”

The two of them were silent, their eyes were facing each other, and a sword aura spread out among them.

Zilazila.

This is the sound of sword qi cutting through space.

The atmosphere has condensed to the extreme, and maybe the next moment will be thunderous!

The stage was silent, but the audience was lively and tight.

"Why don't they do it? ”

"You can understand how a master has made a move. ”

"Fart, although this Ling'er is good, but I don't think it's very good, which one of the people who challenged her a few days ago is the famous senior brother of our Imperial Sword Sect, her ability to defeat with one move is completely the reason for the disparity in strength, and competing with Senior Brother Luobai, winning or losing is not certain. ”

"What you said is not right, Ling'er's reputation is recognized even by the Immortal Emperor, I don't think Senior Brother Luobai is an opponent. ”

"Hey, you're still not a disciple of our Imperial Sword Sect, how can you grow up to be ambitious and destroy your own prestige?"

"I'm just telling the truth. ”

The wind blows.

Remarks are covered.

The two people on the stage can actually hear clearly, but the two people on the stage are immersed in the way of the sword at this moment, they are concentrating, as long as they see each other, they only have each other in their consciousness.

The wind moves.

Blowing a trace of Ling'er's green silk, it also blew the space where the sword qi was cut louder and louder.

Zila, zila.

I don't know when, there was a sudden strong wind on the sword field, and the white clothes were hunting, his eyes tightened, and the sword in his hand stabbed forward!

"It's moving!" The people in the audience held their breath and waited for this moment, their eyes unblinking, staring at the battle.

It's just that...

The wind disappears, and the people stop.

In the ring, Ling'er pointed a pair of sword fingers against Luobai's throat, but the sword that Luobai had just gone out was at Ling'er's waist, and this sword was deflected.

This battle has only been a short blink from the beginning to the present, but I didn't expect this blink of an eye to divide the winner and loser?

This is a fact that all the disciples could not believe, and there was a short silence, and someone shouted, "This is impossible, how is this possible!"

"Yes, this is definitely something that Senior Brother Luobai discussed with this Ling'er, how can the battle be completed in the blink of an eye, how can it be impossible to stop a single move!"

"Senior Brother Luobai, as a disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect, you actually helped the fox demon of Qingqiu to become famous, what kind of sword cultivation are you!"

"I know, is there too many people challenging this Ling'er, so this Ling'er asked Senior Brother Luobai to play this scene, it is definitely like this, it must be like this. ”

The disciples looked excited, and their tones were not good.

Luo Bai on the stage just said lightly: "I lost." These three words seem to have returned to the past, back to the first time when he competed with Ling'er, and Luobai at that time also said these three words, and his tone was also indifferent.

Rumble!

As soon as Luo Bai admits that he lost, the disciples below are completely fried, if he admits that Luo Bai loses, or is defeated in one move, then where will the faces of the younger generation of disciples of their Imperial Sword Sect go?

They absolutely don't admit it, and they don't think it's real.

"Senior Brother Luobai did lose. ”

In the midst of a noisy discussion, a calm voice was heard in the distance.

Hearing this, the disciples immediately stopped talking, and the originally angry look on their faces turned into worship.

The person who came was none other than the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation of this Imperial Sword Sect, and the senior brother of all the young disciples, Qing Lingjun.

Qing Lingjun's appearance is not as beautiful as words, if he is a man dressed as a woman, he is definitely a first-class beauty in this world, especially the moment he laughs, it is simply a response: looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

He is Qinglingjun, and he is the peerless double sword with An He in the Imperial Sword Sect.

He is the Qing Ling Monarch, and he is the pride of the young disciples of the entire Imperial Sword Sect.

He is the Qing Ling Monarch, with a prominent reputation in the Ten Thousand Realms, and is the object of all young sword cultivators.

When he appeared, all the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect respected him, because he was a genius, a genius who only appeared for thousands of years.

Qing Lingjun walked slowly to the front of the people, looked at Ling'er on the ring and Luobai who was coming down, and smiled softly: "Senior brother, I said a long time ago, your sword doesn't know how to be flexible, it goes straight, and it is difficult to go to the next level." ”

Luo Bai didn't sort out Lingjun and directly hid the crowd.

"You are Ling'er, Qingqiu Ling'er, who has recently gained a lot of fame and is known to everyone. ”

"Ling'er, this is Qing Lingjun, a genius of the Imperial Sword Sect once in a thousand years, his genius is recognized by all the elders, at the age of nine, the basic spectrum of the Ten Thousand Realms will be memorized, and at the age of eleven, he will be able to create his own moves, although he has just ascended to the Immortal after fifty years, but after a hundred years, he has advanced by leaps and bounds and directly reached the peak of the Divine Peak, until recently it has been the middle stage of the Immortal Monarch, which can be said to be a blockbuster! ”

An He explained to Ling'er who got out of the ring.

Listening to the feelings in An He's words, it didn't seem to be as fanatical as the other disciples, but with a cold meaning.

Ling'er nodded slightly, and hugged her fist at Qing Lingjun: "Qingqiu Ling'er, I've seen senior brother." ”

If it is according to the seniority, Ling'er is the youngest generation in this Imperial Sword Sect, and he should be courteous, but he is not a disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect, and this hug is already good.

Qing Lingjun accepted with a smile: "Senior Sister Ling'er's speed just now was really fast, I almost didn't see it clearly. ”

When Ling'er competed with Luobai, he didn't use a fast sword, but the most basic stab!

She stabbed it with a sword with her hand, just because Luobai was just in the early stage of the Immortal Monarch, but Ling'er was in the middle stage, and in addition to Ling'er's perception of life and death in recent times, she had fought many times, so her reaction speed was many times higher than before, and it was only a momentary thing in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of the master, it was not impossible to hide.

The reason why Luobai can't dodge is because of something else, the main reason is that the things experienced by the two sides are very different, if Luobai experiences life and death, he may be able to easily avoid Ling'er's sword.

The senior brother laughed. Ling'er didn't plan to talk to this Qinglingjun, and An He also frowned in the dark, obviously not interested in this genius who appeared in a thousand years.

"Senior Sister Ling'er, now that the Ten Thousand Realms are spreading, Senior Sister, your strength can fight with the Immortal Emperor, your swordsmanship is even more unfathomable, and you have obtained the inheritance of the Sword God's predecessors, I wonder if you can let Senior Brother learn a lesson or two?"

"Senior brother, Ling'er is tired and needs to rest. Anhe spoke from the side.

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