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The head wanted to step forward, but was signaled by Mu Xiuzhu to step back, which meant that the competition continued.

The young man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks next to Mu Xiuzhu was slightly embarrassed by his clothes and a few abrasions on his face. He stared at the ring from beginning to end, staring intently, viciously and full of resentment.

On the field, Lin Yu didn't notice what was happening, all his attention was only on Cheng Nanxue, he couldn't lose this competition no matter what, as for other things, it didn't have much to do with him.

"I'm not going to lose! The boy said stubbornly and stubbornly.

Cheng Nanxue didn't understand why Lin Yu could still say such things so calmly, in her opinion, it was just self-deprecation, quite useless. But there is one thing that Lin Yu is right, she really doesn't understand, and it is even more difficult to bridge than the generation gap.

I saw Cheng Nanxue pull out a silver hairpin from her black hair, and then said, "This is a heaven-level spiritual treasure named Xiaohua." ”

The silver hairpin is carved with flowers, so it is called Xiaohua, this name is very ordinary and capricious, but it is a genuine heaven-level spiritual treasure.

Piercing the keel is also a heaven-level spiritual treasure, but it is not Lin Yu's thing, so Lin Yu can't play a tenth of the role, but the silver hairpin "Little Flower" is different, it is just a piece of Cheng Nanxue's jewelry, following her from childhood to adulthood, naturally there is no problem of control.

Without the embellishment of small flowers, Cheng Nanxue's hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair hung down to her long eyelashes.

Cheng Nanxue gently pulled her broken hair behind her ears, her lips lifted lightly, and she made a sound.

"Go!"

Yinchai was conscious, and flew straight towards Lin Yu.

Lin Yu was bitter in his heart, this is the cruelty of the contest of cultivators, it will not be like the sword test, everyone will have the same starting point, only cultivation and adaptability. Most cultivators' competitions are very simple, that is, the throwing of magic weapons, which is quite boring, but the victory or defeat is so realistic.

Cheng Nanxue is right, except for wearing the keel, Lin Yu has no other means, whether in the cultivation realm or in the mortal world, he is a poor boy, full of enthusiasm. So he was thinking about how to resist the flying magic weapon, and racked his brains only to find that he only had the sword, the most basic natal spirit sword.

With the familiar technique, six blue and black spirit swords appeared in front of Lin Yu, all of them were exactly the same, ordinary and unremarkable.

Six spirit swords lined up in front, and then with Lin Yu's two-handed move, the six spirit swords turned into twelve, and then into eighteen...... The original blue-black spirit sword gradually faded in color, and then became the original white mang, and the air was densely covered with a full fifty-six spirit swords.

The spirit sword formed a sword array by itself, forming a light curtain in the air, which was grand and brilliant. Compared with it, the silver hairpin "little flower" is so small, it is just a black spot in Lin Yu's eyes.

The "little flower" fell on the sword curtain, like a stone falling on the calm surface of the lake, and the surface of the lake rippled one after another, and then it was difficult to be quiet.

The stone fell into the deep lake, and the silver hairpin generally disappeared into the sword formation, the difference was that the former disappeared in the track, and the latter began to detonate.

The sword curtain composed of fifty-four spirit swords turned into pieces like glass, but it could only block the silver hairpin for a moment.

"Little Flower" came to Lin Yu, and instantly bloomed all the spiritual power, like a dark cloud that overwhelmed the lonely city.

Then a storm ensued.

The spiritual power pressed Lin Yu to the ground, and then unleashed its power wantonly, and the stones around Lin Yu collapsed again.

After the storm, Cheng Nanxue recalled Yinchai, looked at the young man who couldn't move in the distance, and then smiled slightly, thinking that this was the consequence of angering her.

The next scene shocked her, the young man with tattered clothes and covered in blood actually stood up slowly, and then said seriously: "I haven't lost yet!"

Cheng Nanxue shook her head and said puzzledly: "You don't even have the Natal Spirit Sword anymore, admit defeat!"

The release of spiritual power to fight is the advantage of the Sword Creek faction, but ordinary people will not do this, because once the natal spirit sword is damaged, then the spiritual power will be exhausted and all combat power will be lost.

Lin Yu is different, he has passed through Cuiling, although the quality is not as good as Cheng Nanxue, but he has many advantages.

Lin Yu had already reunited with the Natal Spirit Sword once in the previous sword test, so Cheng Nanxue took it for granted that the young man had reached his limit.

But in the next second, Lin Yu once again condensed six natal spirit swords.

The second reunion represented that Lin Yu had gone through two spirit extractions, and Rao was as strict as the first seat of the Spirit Sword Peak, and he couldn't help but have a hint of appreciation.

The audience was silent.

And Cheng Nanxue was very angry, even she didn't know where the anger came from, she didn't pause, with a move of her arm, the silver hairpin flew towards Lin Yu again.

It was almost the same scene, the six spirit swords turned into fifty-four flying swords, forming a light curtain, and then the next moment they were shattered by the bombardment of the silver hairpin, and Lin Yu flew out upside down.

This time, Lin Yu was bombarded by the strong pressure above the black and white sword curtain before stopping, and then the person fell to his knees on the ground.

The white Taoist clothes turned into wisps of dirty cloth, and there were a little blood red on them, all of which were blood spurted from Lin Yu's mouth and nose.

This kneeling did not last long, and the young man slowly stood up, his hand never leaving the black and white sword curtain.

"Why?" Cheng Nanxue slowly approached Lin Yu.

"You don't understand!" Lin Yu trembled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

Cheng Nanxue frowned, couldn't help but say, and summoned the silver hairpin to blast at the crumbling boy again.

The sword curtain formed by the fifty-four spirit swords appeared in front of the young man again.

This time, Yinchai did not shatter the sword curtain, and Lin Yu did not retreat, because there was already a sword formation behind him, and he had no way to retreat.

Compared with the previous times, the strength of "Xiaohua" did not decrease much, and all the strength poured on Lin Yu like a cow across the mountain, and suddenly the young man's body bowed, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot.

Cheng Nanxue raised her arrogant head, raised her eyebrows, and motioned to ask again.

"You don't understand!" the boy struggled to squeeze out a few words, then collapsed to the ground.

The surroundings of the ring were extremely quiet, no one cheered for Cheng Nanxue anymore, even though many people supported Cheng Nanxue, they couldn't bear the scene in the ring, everyone was looking forward to a wonderful competition, not a one-sided crushing, so there was a lot of sympathy.

"Alas...... I can't say it's coming. Elder Qingshao Fengshui sighed with a long face, unwilling to look at the situation on the field.

Somewhere farthest from the ring, an old woman with a stiff figure and a wrinkled face mingled among the young disciples. Beside her, there is a son with red lips and white teeth and a handsome face.

"What a poor child!" muttered the old woman, "I wonder what he said the wicked woman didn't understand?"

It was the first time to describe Cheng Nanxue as a vicious woman, and the Jianxi disciples around her all looked at the old woman vigilantly, but the old woman didn't care at all.

"How pitiful?" the handsome boy looked down at the old woman, and his tone was very serious: "How pitiful is the ambition of the young man?"

"It's the old slave who lost his words!"