Fog, misty, rain, light fall!

The rain dripped down the blade of the sword, left on the ground, and shattered into small beads.

Their eyes converged on the center of the martial arts, and no one outside the field cared about the raindrops that hit them, they looked at the two people in the field, and there was a trace of expectation and excitement in their eyes. Excitedly, this is already the final, but what we are looking forward to is who will take the lead!

On one side is the second senior brother known to everyone, the cultivation of the sixth layer of Rong Dan, with his age, this is already a rare genius of the heavens! When they first met, he won the feat of eight consecutive victories in full view of everyone. This kind of strength makes everyone have to look forward to the result of this final.

"Whew!"

The sword, piercing through the raindrops, stabbed straight at it. Xuanmo's Moyang Sword took the lead and came towards Lin Yan. This sword came quickly, fiercely, and without warning!

It's a pity that the target of his sword is Lin Yan, so this sword is destined to be a failed sword.

As soon as his footsteps retreated, Lin Yan's body suddenly spun up in the rain, and then led a piece of afterimage to disappear in place, and the next moment, his figure had appeared behind Xuan Mo, his face was calm, and the rain still swept across his calm cheeks.

Seeing this scene, Yunhua also applauded, and said directly excitedly: "Okay, what a trick Lingyun step, I didn't expect Yan'er to cultivate this footwork to this point, extraordinary, extraordinary!"

Danyun's face is naturally full of glory, his apprentice can have such strength, and he can always feel honored as a master. On the other hand, Xuan Yun, although Xuan Mo's situation was worried, he had to obey Lin Yan's strength, which was indeed extraordinary.

Seeing that Lin Yan avoided this move, Xuan Mo didn't dare to be slow, and reflexively there was a thorn, the sword qi came out, and the **** raindrops came. Seeing the raindrops and sword qi that were approaching, Lin Yan clenched the sword trick with his right hand, stabbed forward, and in an instant, countless raindrops condensed the sword and aimed at Xuan Mo's move.

The two moves met, and they fell to the ground as raindrops, splashing around Wutai.

"Yikes!"

Drawing his sword and bullying him, Xuan Mo came straight to Lin Yan with that unconcealable anger. The hand condensed in front of him, and the raindrops condensed into a thin sword again, and Lin Yan held it lightly.

"Bang"

With a sound, the rain sword and Mo Yang collided, and there was a metal-like collision sound. Lin Yan's rain sword, which was infused with his own aura, how could he be so fragile at this time?

In just a few glances, the two have already fought no less than ten moves. Xuanmo's sword became faster and faster, but Lin Yan was never slow, enough to keep up with Xuanmo's speed. The sound of friction continued, and the fight between the two had already brought up pieces of afterimages, and everyone saw the figures that kept passing by in the scene, and there were not a few people who were dazzled.

The three of Liu He were also in the crowd, and when they saw such a fierce battle, their faces were full of surprise. It turned out that the strength of the senior brothers and their previous battles was really reserved, and according to the strength shown by the two of them now, it was definitely not what they saw on the third day two days ago yesterday.

"Senior brother, how much do you keep?" muttered alone, but Liu He's eyes were attracted to the field again.

There, at this point, it stopped!

Breathing, constantly gasping. Xuan Mo, whose chest began to feel stuffy, held his sword and looked at Lin Yan, who still looked relaxed at this time, with a kind of disbelief in his eyes.

He didn't believe that Lin Yan's strength could be so strong.

"What have you been through, and how did your strength grow by leaps and bounds?"

Facing his inquiry, Lin Yan raised the rain sword in his hand, looked at him, and said, "No matter what you have experienced, if you don't have that heart, no matter how many opportunities you have, it will be in vain for you!"

"Abominable ......"

Drawing his sword again, Xuan Mo was completely enraged by Lin Yan's words and began to lose his mind. The aggrieved anger seemed to want to get an outlet, looking at the hateful person in front of him, Xuan Mo couldn't hold it back anymore.

His change naturally attracted the attention of Yunhua and several people, looking at Xuan Mo, who was going all out and even fighting for his life, he said coldly: "How can Xuan Mo be like this?"

The cold voice swirled around Xuan Yun's ears, and he hurriedly stepped forward to defend: "Master, maybe Mo'er was in a hurry and forgot some measure!"

"Hmph, I hope so!"

Yun Hua didn't say anything more, but didn't he really know anything? His eyes fell on Xuanmo's body in the field, and his concerned eyes also carried a bit of hatred for iron and steel. He had already spoken to him several times, but Xuanmo's stubbornness was beyond his imagination.

The storm-like attack on others will make others a little flustered, but against Lin Yan, it is like facing the unfathomable deep sea, the wind and waves are calm, and you can't see the waves under this calm.

"Why, Why, Why......"

The roar continued to sound along with the sword moves, what was he asking, the disciples outside the field were puzzled, but Lin Yan was clear. But sometimes, something is destined to go unexplained.

Lin Yan didn't choose to take the initiative to attack, he stuck to the spot, and the airtight defense made any of Xuan Mo's moves in vain. He was waiting, waiting for Xuanmo to be exhausted, after he had no strength to vent anymore.

The offensive gradually slowed down, and he finally began to lose his physical strength. Lin Yan's expression and state seemed to be the same as before, the offensive was slow, and his defensive position was also slow.

"Lost, second senior brother lost......" Liu He saw it, and at this time, anyone with a discerning eye already knew that in this game, Xuanmo lost!

In the face of Xuan Mo's attack coming again, Lin Yan moved, defending for so long, and moving for the first time.

The body suddenly rushed directly in front of Xuan Mo's body, and waved the Mo Yang sword lightly, but Xuan Mo felt as if he had been pulled out by a huge force, Mo Yang took off his hand and stuck it upside down on the stone platform, and the sword body was more than half deep.

"I'm sorry you lost. ”

"No ......"

Angry shot, but after all, he was half a step slower, Lin Yan had already slapped him in the chest. After bearing this palm, Xuan Mo lost his strength all over his body, and had to fly out upside down from his body.

It's still raining. Xuan Mo's eyes were already moist, the rain covered his tears, he knew that he was defeated, a mess!

The swordsmanship was defeated to him, the cultivation was defeated to him, and even the feelings and status were defeated.

With a "bang", his body fell to the ground, and the rain that had accumulated on the ground poured into his back through the thin clothes, and the cold chill hit, and he seemed to lie in a lonely corner, crying alone.

The laughter has nothing to do with him, all he has is endless ridicule.

"Come on. ”

Confused eyes, see clearly a pair of hands stretched out. But after seeing who this person was, he sneered and chose to close his eyes.

He does not need the mercy of the enemy.

He withdrew his hand indifferently, Lin Yan did everything he should have done, and he never owed him anything.

Blame, I can only blame him for his small temperament!(To be continued.) )