Taikoo Lingxiao Jue

Chapter 474 One trick, accept it?

however.

Everyone didn't see it, and even the elders of the holy prefect had a hard time discovering the clues and changes.

"hu~hu~"

On the other side, Wang Xu was clutching his chest, panting heavily.

If you look carefully, you will find that his face is covered with beads of sweat and his face is pale. He was obviously frightened by the battle just now.

If Lin Yi loses, Yi Jianzong will be ashamed.

You must know that Yijianzong is a sect famous for its swordsmanship.

If the disciples sent to participate in the martial arts competition lose in the competition of swordsmanship, they will definitely be ridiculed by the people of the world.

After walking out of the formation, Lin Yi returned to Elder Lu An and the others, and said with a faint smile, "Sorry, I made you worry."

"Fortunately, fortunately we won, otherwise our sect would be ashamed." Wang Xu said: "By the way, Young Master Lin, in the match just now, your swordsmanship...why..."

"You want to say, why is it so bad, right?" Lin Yi said.

"Almost." Wang Xu nodded, his eyes full of doubts.

The swordsmanship skills that Lin Yi showed at the beginning were completely different from those in the martial arts war at that time.

It even made most people doubt whether this 'Lin Yi' was the one who participated in the martial arts war at that time?

Are they really the same person?

"It's not that good at all." Lin Yi smiled and replied ambiguously.

The corner of Wang Xu's mouth twitched suddenly, was it not all right?
impossible!

Elder Lu An smiled mysteriously, and said to Lin Yi: "You boy, you almost fooled the old man."

"Haha." Lin Yi laughed loudly.

With a question mark on his face, the little fat man hurriedly asked: "Elder, brother, what are you talking about?"

"There are too many people here, so it's inconvenient to talk about it. I'll explain it to you when I get back." Elder Lu An said.

Lin Yi smiled without saying a word.

Piaomiao Jianzong and the others beside him looked at them strangely.

"What are you doing, it's so mysterious." Mo Qingyu glanced at Lin Yi and muttered in a low voice.

"Who knows, maybe it's just playing tricks." The Sword Sect disciple echoed, "After all, his next opponent is you, Senior Sister."

According to the rules of the competition, the winner of the first game will fight against the winner of the fourth game, and the winner of the second game and the third game will enter the final.

The loser will have to fight for No.3 round.

So the next stage is the contest between Lin Yi and Mo Qingyu.

Tantaiyu's eyes were filled with worry, he looked at Mo Qingyu, and asked softly, "Qingyu, are you... sure about fighting Lin Yi?"

"Of course there is!" Mo Qingyu was full of confidence: "This is a sword repair competition, a competition of swordsmanship, not a competition of combat power, I think that my swordsmanship should not be imported from him, no, it is too high He's many, many times."

"Elder Sister is right, that Lin Yi's swordsmanship is simply terrible, I think I can beat him!" The Sword Sect disciple followed suit.

Tantaiyu smiled helplessly, and then said what she was worried about: "However, you have also seen just now that Lin Yi is very powerful, and his sword may have a strength of no less than a thousand catties. In the face of absolute strength, any moves are useless. "

"And as a girl, you are weak in strength, how can you compete with him?"

"Master, you don't have to worry about this. If I strike with all my strength, my strength is not weak. The most important thing is that my swordsmanship is superior to his. The swordsmanship of Di Jiayu from the Flying Sword Sect was not even half as good as mine."

"As long as you rely on your swordsmanship and some strength to defeat that Lin Yi, it shouldn't be a problem."

With clear eyes, Mo Qingyu replied confidently.

"I hope so." Hearing this, Tantaiyu felt a little relieved, but still looked worriedly at Lin Yi who was not far away.

When Mo Qingyu heard this, he immediately became unhappy, pouted his cherry lips, and muttered: "Master, you still don't believe me, what do you mean by wishing so?"

"You, I'm really dissatisfied with everything. As a teacher, don't say 'hope so', change it to 'definitely so'?" Tantai Yu fondled Mo Qingyu's hair, with a helpless expression on her face laughed.

Only then did Mo Qingyu laugh, and said flatteredly, "That's pretty much the same, hehe."

"Senior Sister will definitely win!" the Sword Sect disciple beside him clenched his fists and said confidently.

After half an hour, the fourth match, that is, the match between Chengfeng Jianlou and Chongyuejiao, after the winner was decided, the so-called 'semi-finals' followed.

The two sides in the battle were Lin Yi and Mo Qingyu.

The Elder Sheng who was in charge of presiding over the competition suddenly said loudly: "The first semi-final will begin next, and the two sides will be Lin Yi from Yijianzong, and Mo Qingyu from Piaomiao Jianzong."

As soon as the words fell, the audience erupted into a fierce cry. Everyone had obviously been waiting and watching for a long time for this game.

One is the No. 1 disciple of Yijianzong, who has amazing fighting power and terrifying strength, and the other is a beautiful little beauty with superb sword skills. The competition between the two is bound to be very exciting.

At least that's what everyone thinks.

Although Lin Yi's swordsmanship is a bit 'horrible', it wins because of its great strength.

Everyone wanted to see how Mo Qingyu would deal with an 'epee-type' player like Lin Yi, and would there be some beautiful sparks in the course of the match?

"Brother, come on, I believe you can win!" Before the competition started, the little fat man looked at Lin Yi and said firmly.

Wang Xu swallowed his mouth, and said nervously: "It's hard to win this match. That Mo Qingyu's swordsmanship is very good, and he tends to fight violently. He doesn't look like a woman at all. Young Master Lin, what do you want? Be more careful."

Lin Yi nodded, and then walked towards the formation in a chic manner.

On the other side, Mo Qingyu also walked towards the formation under the encouragement of many elders, masters, and colleagues.

After the two entered the formation, Mo Qingyu sneered, stared at Lin Yi and said, "I will defeat you within a hundred moves!"

"Oh?" Lin Yi smiled slightly: "Miss Mo, have you forgotten what I said to you before? The champion is not yours, so you can't beat me."

"Cut, who can't brag, do you think you can defeat me with strength?" Mo Qingyu's lips curled up, and he held the wooden sword.

"Of course it's not just strength." Lin Yi also showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Elder Sheng said: "Okay, the game begins."

As soon as the words fell, there was a puffing sound, and the next moment, the wooden sword in Lin Yi's hand had appeared next to Mo Qingyu's jade neck.

"This……"

Mo Qingyu opened his eyes wide in horror, and stared at Lin Yi with a look of seeing a ghost.

Lin Yi suddenly laughed, and said lightly, "One trick, do you accept it?"

The whole place was dead silent!

(End of this chapter)