Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() "Brother Lang, who is your opponent?" Chen Lin snatched the label from Chu Lang's hand, and Mu Yueling also turned their heads to look at it.

"Innate fourth level, brother Chu, it seems that you have hope to enter the top sixteen." Zhang Yanxue exclaimed, thinking that yesterday, even the opponent who was at the fifth innate level could defeat him, let alone the one in front of him. Woolen cloth.

"Little Fatty, which opponent did you draw?" Chu Lang shook his head, wondering who Chen Lin's opponent was, and asked hastily.

Chen Lin said with a bitter face: "Look for yourself, I guess I won't be able to pass this round."

"Luo Jin, it's him." Chu Lang frowned, and a bad feeling came over his heart.

"Little fat, uh, if you feel that you can't beat your opponent in a duel, you have to admit defeat decisively, or get out of the ring by yourself." Chu Lang persuaded thoughtfully.

Mu Yueling seemed to have thought of something, and encouraged him: "Yes, Brother Chen, this Luo Jin is a disciple of Luo Zongmen, Luo Yan's senior brother, this Luo Yan has always had a grudge against Brother Chu, and now Brother Chu knows Only you and my cousin entered the finals, and you happened to meet him again. I guess he will not miss this opportunity to make you look ugly or ruthless. Anyway, there are not many achievements here, and the Zongmen must be too. Very gratifying."

Chen Lin smiled and said, "Just don't worry, I'm not weak. Maybe I can teach this arrogant guy a lesson for Brother Lang."

"Fatty..."

Chu Lang wanted to say something more, but Chen Lin reached out his hand to stop Chu Lang from continuing. It seemed that he didn't listen much.

Chu Lang was secretly worried that Luo Jin would kill in front of so many people, and if that was the case, he would not ignore it.

Luo Jin's cultivation base was much higher than Chen Lin's. Even Chu Lang himself might not be Luo Jin's opponent with his innate sixth-level cultivation base.

It was already in the afternoon at this moment, and the speed of the first round of competition was still very fast, and it was almost the same in the morning.

when!

"The second round of the finals now officially begins."

Mo Rong said loudly again, signaling to the referee to start the second round of the 32 to [-] match.

Although the number of opponents has been reduced by half, their cultivation has increased by more than one level. The two opponents in the first group are both at the initial level of the Xiantian Realm.

Entering this round of the competition, there are already eight disciples who have recast the first and second levels of cultivation evenly at the bottom of the ring. These eight people are mainly exuding internal strength and the energy of the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness to build up on this wooden stake. to prevent the collapse of the ring due to the full force of the two contestants above.

The eight people took turns to use their inner strength, and the four formed a group in four different directions, and the two groups took turns to use their inner strength to protect the ring.

Chu Lang didn't expect that the sect would send eight people with low-level Recasting Realm cultivation to protect the ring. It seemed that it was necessary to ensure the smooth progress of the competition.

Fights between mid-level and high-level Xiantian realms can still cause enormous power, especially when two people at the peak of the Xiantian realm exert their full strength, the power caused may be that a warrior who has cultivated at the second-level recasting realm should be cautious treat.

It took a long time for people with high-level cultivation to fight, and it took more than half an hour to compete with three groups of people.

Chu Lang was ranked very low this time, and soon it was Chen Lin's turn. Chu Lang couldn't help but persuaded again: "Little Fatty, if the situation is not good, just abstain and admit defeat. Why worry about your cultivation?" You can't get back to the place later."

Although Chu Lang didn't think that Luo Jin had the guts to take Chen Lin's life in full view, if he shot Chen Lin seriously, or even abolished Chen Lin's cultivation, it might be a normal phenomenon. After all, the damage caused by a miss is impossible Pursuant.

Chen Lin nodded and said, "Don't worry, Brother Lang, I will be careful."

Zhang Yanxue and Mu Yueling looked nervously at Chen Lin and Luo Jin on the ring.

Zhang Yanxue worried: "Brother Chu, will that Luo Jin really mess around?"

Chu Lang wanted to shake his head and said: "I don't know, Xiaopang's cultivation is not Luo Jin's opponent, but if Luo Jin has other trump cards, there may be other accidents. I hope this guy is not so shameless."

Luo Jin stood on the ring and looked at Chen Lin opposite, his eyes were indifferent and his face was calm, but he didn't show any killing intent. He thought this guy was not that kind of person, but Luo Yan, who was below the ring, inadvertently glanced at the person on the opposite side of the ring. Chu Lang showed a meaningful smile.

Chu Lang stared straight at Luo Yan at the bottom of the ring. It seemed that his guess was right. This guy was probably going to be bad for Chen Lin. Could it be that he wanted to use his senior brother Luo Jin's hand to make a conspiracy?

It's just that I can't go to the ring to help, so I clenched my fists slightly.

After the eyes of the two collided fiercely and became hostile, Luo Jin clasped his fists as if nothing had happened and said, "Junior Brother Chen, you must do your best later on. If there is any mistake in fist and foot, please don't be offended by Junior Brother Chen."

Chen Lin said calmly and neatly: "Tianming Sword Sect, Chen Lin, please!"

Chen Lin didn't talk nonsense with him. After the opening ceremony of the competition, under the signal of the referee, he mobilized his true energy and attacked the opponent with the first move of Ling Xu's Nine Swords, "Crossing the River with a Reed", which was originally a sword technique , but Chen Lin seems to have made some adjustments through the use of Que Yi Crazy Sword.

Chen Linping was one of the more diligent disciples among the outer disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect. However, due to his limited talent and aptitude, the speed of progress had not been fast, and he couldn't even compare with Chu Lang.

Even so, Chen Lin did not complain about himself. Instead, whenever he had free time, he practiced martial arts on the mountain behind Qianya Peak or on the Qinyin trail. It belongs to the upper middle level.

The sharpness of the sword was accompanied by the sound of swords, and figures floated in the air, and it was already hard to tell which figure was Chen Lin and Luo Jin.

In fact, facing the existence of such a cultivation level, no matter how weird and powerful the martial arts moves are at the peak of the spiritual space realm, it will appear to be stretched.

If Chu Lang hadn't broken through the energy of the Sea of ​​Consciousness by coincidence, and the energy of the Sea of ​​Consciousness was fused with the energy of the Sea of ​​Consciousness to attack with the Consciousness, he might have no chance of winning against opponents who were at the fourth level of the Innate Realm.

Chen Lin shielded his consciousness to protect his brain consciousness, relying on the incomplete blade skills of the Moonfire Crazy Saber and the martial arts of the Tianming Sword School to fight Luo Jin. Later, Chu Lang was not familiar with the blade skills he used. It seems to be the same as when Tong Baer was killed on the long street of Yunzhou City, but the power is much weaker than then.

boom!boom!boom! !

In an instant, the two fought for more than ten rounds in the void. The fierce battle between the two was evenly matched. Chu Lang couldn't see anything unusual. It was probably because Luo Jin hadn't tried his best, and he didn't know if there was any other conspiracy. Chu Lang was secretly vigilant. Looking at the two people above the ring.

Using the Lingxu Nine Swords moves with a knife, it is still fierce and imposing. The angle of attack is completely different from the 36 swords of the Tianming Sword School. Chen Lin's sword skills are smooth and smooth, and it seems that he has already devoted himself to the competition. Forget the heart-stirring cheers below the ring.

After such a few back and forth, Luo Jin became more and more relaxed at that time. On the other hand, Chen Lin seemed to have exhausted his moves. The back and forth was the Moonfire Crazy Saber skill and some low-grade mysterious martial arts skills. He only said some exquisite knives at dangerous moments Law.

Chen Lin's complexion remained the same, but sweat had already permeated slightly on his forehead. It seemed that after using all his strength in his body and being unable to attack for a long time, he was already struggling a bit due to the continuous oppression in the air.

Luo Jin has never radiated the energy of the sea of ​​consciousness to attack Chen Lin, otherwise Chen Lin might have lost his mind and lost the battle, and the advantage of being separated by one realm is still obvious.

Luo Jin's true essence was slowly and continuously supplying the rapid movement of martial arts moves, and Chen Lin's attack could not put pressure on Luo Jin at all.

when!

The blades of the two collided again, and Chen Lin's jaw was numb with the condensed energy. His arms trembled slightly and he clenched the knife in his hand, almost falling out of his hand.

Chen Lin knew that he couldn't drag it on for a long time, so he put the modified Lingxu Nine Swords move under Que Yi's mad knife, and unleashed the fierce moves one after another.

"The beauty is drunk, chasing the soul and killing her life, shaking the sea with anger, and the two dragons fetching water." Every move is murderous, and Chen Lin's limit is to use four moves at the same time. However, his cultivation is limited, otherwise the power of these four swords I am afraid it is enough to defeat Luo Jin.

when!

Luo Jin dexterously blocked Chen Lin's continuous fast attack with the sword lattice, and suddenly slapped it with his palm. Chen Lin didn't expect Luo Jin to block with his sword at the same time, but at the same time, the palm attack came quickly, and it was too late when he wanted to dodge, so he rushed out in a hurry. Print it with a palm.

boom!

A strong smell of blood wafted in the air, Chen Lin screamed and flew upside down on the ring, Luo Jin only swayed slightly, and then quickly attacked.

The sword in his hand picked up a piece of sword flower, breaking Chen Lin's dying defense. The knife in Chen Lin's hand was thrown flying, and before he could react, he was kicked heavily in the chest again.

boom!

Chen Lin rolled on the ring for a few laps and then fell off the ring. The blood spurted out of his mouth showed a trace of blood. The loss was very tragic. Obviously Luo Jin intended to embarrass Chen Lin, and the subsequent series of attacks on Chen Lin was over There is no way to fight back.

"Fatty..."

Chu Lang exclaimed in surprise and quickly dodged to Chen Lin at the bottom of the ring, helped him up, and quickly channeled the true energy in his body to heal his injuries.

At this moment, Chen Lin's dantian breath was weak, and countless tiny streams of real energy were rushing around in his body, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"Don't move, let me do it."

Suddenly a steady voice came. It turned out that Zhang Yue, who had seen the situation not far away, came over, and Chen Lin, who took Chu Lang's support, slowly injected his true energy.

Chen Lin closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth kept bleeding. It seemed that his injuries were extremely serious.

"Luo Jin, win!"

There were thunderous applause and cheers all around.