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Xu Yin knelt on the ground. The pain in his body was far less severe than the trauma in his heart. I lost. He didn’t know how he walked off the field. After a year of hard training, he was finally defeated by an unknown person.

His subordinates...

Fengyu picked up the spiritual hoe on the ground, and the last blow exhausted all his strength. The opponent was really strong, so strong that he started to re-examine the competition. Cheers echoed in his ears, but he did not win.

There should be joy in the end.

The last group competition of the 16th game is finally over, and a dark horse is born again. The 88th-ranked Reizhiin Fengtama defeated the 10th-ranked Shushenin Xu Yin. The sixth group horse race is about to start, thank you

Ling has been absent for two consecutive games. The first game against Jun Wuji ended in a draw, with neither player scoring any points.

Each player in the group stage will get one point for each win, and there will be no points for a draw or defeat. The person with the highest accumulated points will directly qualify for the finals, and the next four will enter the second stage of the knockout rounds. Each player in the group stage will have to play nine games to win.

If you reach five points, you can advance to the next round. Sherling missed two games, and you must win at least five of the remaining six games to be sure of entering the knockout rounds.

Next, Jun Wuji appeared first in the seventh group. When Lan Feng, who was hosting the competition, announced his name, the whole audience was shocked! Jun Wuji, who had not appeared for two consecutive days, finally appeared. So who and

Xie Ling, who fought until the end, was there again, and everyone was excited and looking forward to it...

Guo Yangsong frowned. Jun Wuji was absent for two consecutive games. He thought he could avoid the competition with Jun Wuji, but he didn't expect that he would appear in the martial arts arena today. He only scored one point in the first three games. If he wanted to be in the group

To qualify, they must score another four points in the next six games.

Six matches, six opponents, he only glanced at Jun Wuji on the opposite side, and after confirming that the opponent's energy and spirit were in excellent condition, he admitted defeat without hesitation.

He is very decisive. If he insists on holding on against an opponent like Jun Wuji, he is asking for trouble. If he loses this round, he still has a chance to advance to the next round. If the competition continues, no matter whether he wins or loses, he will never have another chance!

Everyone looks at problems from different angles because of their different positions and times. Qi Yun and others think this is an outrageous utilitarian behavior, but in the eyes of the vast majority of people, it is an extremely wise choice.

Jun Wuji had long been used to it. He raised his head and looked at where the disciples of Xiu Shen Academy and Sword Trial Academy were on the stage. His eyes showed unprecedented confidence.

"He's a little different!" Chen Yizhen murmured.

There were five competitions a day, two in the morning and one in the afternoon, and one in the evening. Xie Ling's competition today was in the afternoon. After seeing Jun Wuji win the competition without any bloodshed, Xie Ling lost interest in watching the battle and left the fighting field.

Compared with the inside, the outside seemed unusually quiet, which also made his thinking more concentrated. Qing Ming's sword always lingered in his mind. He was thinking about how he should deal with the person opposite him at that time!

"The dark rotating aperture of the Black Death Light Sword is as terrifying as the Doomsday Death Light!"

Xie Ling found that no matter what method he used, he could not break through this fierce sword intent. It was impossible, it must have a flaw.

Aimlessly, Xie Ling suddenly stopped and looked at the tall palace pavilion opposite. He unexpectedly arrived at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Hey, it's you. I heard that you were injured. It doesn't look like much. Other book friends are looking at it!" The long-browed old man lying on the table raised his head and looked him up and down and said.

"Well, after taking the medicinal soup for a few days, I have fully recovered now." Xie Ling said.

"What magic formula do you want to redeem today?" The long-browed old man stretched his waist and asked.

"I'm not here to redeem the secrets today."

"Then why did you come to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion?" the long-browed old man asked curiously.

"I was walking blindly and ended up here by accident. By the way, I've been here many times and I haven't even asked my senior for his name."

"Then what is there to ask for? I forgot about it a long time ago. What about your little friend? Why haven't I seen you for a long time?"

"Kid, you're talking about Zhang Meng! Hey, I don't know where he went!" Xie Ling said sadly, remembering the first time she came with Zhang Meng.

"I don't know where you are? It's interesting. I see you are in low spirits. Is it because of her?" The long-browed old man raised his eyebrows.

"No, I'm thinking about Qing Ming's sword!" Xie Ling shook his head and said.

"Black Death Lightsaber?"

"Senior, you also know!"

"I don't know about big things, why don't you know about this little thing?" The long-browed old man snorted coldly and continued.

"That sword is really powerful, I can't figure out how to break it!"

"Is this what bothers you?"

"Um"

"You practice water-based exercises. Who do you think is more powerful, water or stone?"

"this"

"You have been to the Blackwater Valley and entered the Earth Fissure Cave. What do you think of the power of the black water in the Blackwater Lake?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Ling seemed to have a lightning strike in his mind.

"Do you still need to think about how to crack the 'Black Death Light Sword'?"

Xie Ling shook his head. Each drop of black water in the Black Water Lake weighs more than ten thousand kilograms. If one can practice the Black Water Epee to that point, with absolute power, let alone Qing Ming's 'Black Ming Death Light Sword',

Even the top Jindan cultivator in Xuanwu Kingdom cannot bear it.

"Thank you for your advice, senior!" Xie Ling bowed deeply, then turned around and left gracefully.

The long-browed old man looked at his leaving figure, his eyes full of doubts.

That's right, he should only have low-grade immortal roots, but why did he reach such a state? He couldn't figure it out. From the first time Xie Ling came here to exchange for the "Nian Shen Technique", he can now build a foundation with the sect.

Jun Wuji, ranked third below, was evenly matched. This amazing process only took one year.

The most incredible thing to him was that all the magic techniques that Xie Ling had practiced during the year were exchanged from here. The various seemingly unrelated techniques not only did not plunge Xie Ling into chaos, but instead

Becoming stronger step by step!

so strange

After Xie Ling solved the confusion in his mind, his steps became brisk. Qing Ming became proficient in swordsmanship and reached a level in the kendo that his peers needed to look up to. He was born in the Weapon Refining Institute, and what he had learned was complex and complex, but he was not very good at it.

It doesn’t mean that you can’t fight against them! As long as they are fully combined, they can still exert a formidable combined force. This is my own way! Yes, this is the way I am pursuing!
Chapter completed!