Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 90: He seems angry? (rd update)

"How can it be!"

"How could Senior Brother Yun be defeated so instantly?!"

There was a buzz of disbelief among the disciples of Zhengyang Sect.

The previous fights were at least back-and-forth, and no matter who won or lost, everyone had a psychological expectation built up early on.

But the instantaneous outcome of this incident caused their brains to freeze for a moment.

"Did anyone see his movements clearly?"

"What kind of magic can allow him to instantly appear behind Senior Brother Yun?"

"And where's Senior Brother Yun's protective Qi? How did he end up with a knife at his neck?"

Relatively speaking, the Foundation Establishment Stage is probably the time when cultivators fight the most vigorously and everyone can understand it.

The power of magic is mysterious, but most of the time it is still at the stage of throwing a fireball or a water ball; the sword skills of sword practitioners are dazzling, but they can never cross the actual physical space in an instant.

Yin Wuya is a hermit cultivator, but at this stage, a hermit cultivator is actually a specific sword cultivator.

It’s just that their moves are more cunning, and they focus more on small tricks rather than the sword art itself.

When facing the enemy head-on on the ring, without any prior preparation and in limited space, it is easy for a sword cultivator to gain an advantage by taking action as he pleases.

The mage was still practicing his magic when a sword had already stabbed him in the face.

This is also the reason why during the selection within the Zhengyang Sect, in order to protect the diversity of the disciples who will finally compete, the physical, magic, and sword skills can only challenge the champion of their own department.

Otherwise, it is very likely that five sword cultivators will form a team in the end.

Since we know this, the arena rules actually provide protection for Dharma practitioners.

First, the arena was huge, and there was initially enough distance between the two players.

Ten feet!

This distance cannot be reached within a breath even by using a combat march in the forest, not to mention the actions of casting spells and drawing swords.

No matter how short the time required for each link is, it will take at least two breaths in total.

This time is relatively fast in the arena of Foundation Establishment cultivators, but it is definitely not enough to bypass the reaction speed of Dharma cultivators.

Before that, he must be able to cast at least one spell!

Secondly, the magic cultivators are not really glass cannons.

They have the deepest understanding of elements and magic, and they are more resistant to the same Qi protection.

Facing such a hasty attack from the opponent, there was no reason why even the protective Qi could not withstand a breath of time to delay Yun Feiyang's reaction.

But the facts happened right in front of everyone, and even the victim himself was confused.

'What happened? '

But apparently no one answered his question.

Yin Wuya, who defeated the enemy with one blow, didn't even look at him. He was so cold that he didn't even give Yun Feiyang an expression. He just walked back.

The elder who was the referee on the field flew onto the stage, looked at Yin Wuya with some fear, and then smiled and led Yun Feiyang to the stage, "Please."

Seeing Lin Jian about to go on stage, Sun Qinghan swallowed his saliva and asked, "Can we win?"

Lin Jian smiled at her and said, "You will win."

Looking at the two players who were playing against each other on the field, the referees were whispering to each other.

The elders of the other two sects were very concerned about the situation of the disciples of the rival sect. After watching the whole process, they joked to the elder of Lingyun Sect, "Is this your Lingyun Sect's method of seclusion and cultivation? It is indeed unique."

"Young people are formidable. Didn't they say that no one among you has been able to master this move for many years? This kid is a talent."

"Not at all." The Lingyun Sect elder looked at Elder Tong, the leader of the Zhengyang Sect, with a smug yet humble expression. "We're just trying to catch him off guard. His next opponent is a talented swordsman from the Zhengyang Sect. We can't be careless."

Upon hearing this, the elders of Pingding Sect sighed, "Indeed... to be able to step onto such a stage at the first level of foundation building, I wonder what kind of amazing talent he is."

Xianyi and Pingding sects are also very concerned about the contestant disciple from Zhengyang sect who is at the first level of foundation building.

Think about it, in the melee among a group of Yuanying stage old monsters, there was a Jindan stage junior who fought to the end. They now have a similar fear towards the participating disciple named Linjian from Zhengyang Sect.

They could understand Yin Wuya's strength, but participating in the Four Sects Competition at the first level of Foundation Establishment was a first-time event in the competition's history.

Although they were afraid, Elder Tong himself was also panicked.

So far, he only knew that this kid Lin Jian was good at swordsmanship, had a strong sword spirit, and had a deep understanding of the way of the sword.

But before he cultivated the sword heart, he didn't know whether this kid had any means to deal with this kind of trickery.

Don't let him be defeated the moment he gets on stage, otherwise he will be sitting on pins and needles...

Seeing Lin Jian coming on the stage, Yin Wuya, the cold and handsome guy, finally showed a little change on his face. His inky eyes stared at the sword on Lin Jian's back with a hint of interest.

However, with the elder's order, the subtle expression instantly disappeared.

With the dagger in his hand, Lin Jian saw the familiar black light flash before his eyes again...

Yin Wuya, who was running wildly, was met with a pair of pupils glowing with light golden color.

Those pupils smiled as they watched him run away, watched him circle behind them, watched him holding the dagger and trying to stab them again...

The tip of a pitch-black long sword was pressed directly against the dagger.

With a "ding" sound, Yin Wuya suddenly stepped back.

When he looked towards the forest again, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

……

"blocked!"

"Well done, Senior Brother Lin!"

The Zhengyang Sect disciples, who had come to their senses, were bustling with activity.

But even Yun Feiyang, who had faced this move for the second time and had experienced it both as a victim and a bystander, could not understand how Junior Brother Lin was able to block such a fast attack.

"Is the gap really that big?" He grabbed his hair in frustration.

"It's not really fast." His gaze followed the dragon scale pattern on the pitch-black longsword upwards. As Lin Jian waved his hand and dropped the flying sword, he pointed out with a smile, "It's an illusion."

The flash of black light blurred everyone's perception of time.

It’s like the feeling when a person is in a daze, and in a moment of trance, he feels that time has passed quietly.

But in fact, this trance lasted at least three breaths.

As for why Yun Feiyang’s protective true qi had no resistance against the attack?
That’s even simpler, a targeted magic weapon will be enough.

The dagger in the opponent's hand is specifically used to break the qi.

Just thinking about how Yin Wuya ran wildly in those three breaths, Lin Jian couldn't help but laugh.

Dude, you don't look cool at all when you run...

The cold-faced guy who is running hard to catch up while time is stopped is so cute.

After Lin Jian exposed his trick, Yin Wuya snorted coldly, "So what if you know?"

This move is a test of strength. If you can't even pass this move, you are not worthy of being his opponent.

But Lin Jian was more concerned about something else. "Brother, what's your ranking on the Hidden Killer List?"

The intelligence only said that this senior disciple of Lingyun Sect was a killer on the Hidden Killing List. He also knew that the Hidden Killing List was a very powerful list of killers in the world of immortal cultivation, and that anyone who could be on the list must be very powerful.

But no matter where the information came from, it didn't say how many people there were, which made Lin Jian very anxious.

I don’t know if it was because he was infected with some untouchable taboo, but when Yin Wuya heard Lin Jian’s words, a murderous intent as cold as a poisonous snake appeared on his face.

"court death!"

"?"

Lin Jian was very confused looking at his opponent who seemed to have been buffed by his words.

Isn't it true that I'm helping you become famous? Why are you still angry?

(End of this chapter)