A dozen figures flew down from the wooden boat and landed in front of Tang Lin and others. Seven men and three women, headed by an indifferent young man, wearing court clothes, with a red satin draped over his shoulders, and his hands
It held a knife.
Black knife!
This knife is filled with the aura of death, like an evil sickle in the Nine Netherworld.
Some of the remaining nine people lowered their heads and played with their fingers, some looked up at the sky, and some were yawning, with different expressions.
There were only two or three people looking at Tang Lin and others curiously.
Mo Wuzi laughed and scolded: "You bastard, you haven't learned the art of fortune-telling, but you have learned it first by looking down on others. Don't be arrogant because you think you have some ability. The most important thing in the world of cultivation is to respect the teacher!"
One of the handsome young men said with a smile: "Senior, isn't it true that in the world of cultivation, strength is respected? Only when you are strong enough can you gain the respect of others. Otherwise, it is wrong to rely on your old age and sell yourself off, right?"
"yes!"
"They are the geniuses from the previous class. I would like to see them. I don't know how powerful they are. Maybe the one ranked first is not as good as our fourth ranked one!"
"Ha ha……"
"The examiner of the Nine Swords Championship has said that the talents of our current class are far more than those of the previous ones. They were able to rank first in the last class, but that may not be the case in our current class."
These people looked at Tang Lin and the other ten people provocatively.
Tang Lin has a calm look and a smile. Now that ten years have passed, he has already matured and will naturally not get offended by these juniors.
On the other hand, Zhou Hua, Shang Yang and others next to him felt their faces turn red and their eyes were like lightning, staring coldly at the few people who spoke.
However, those people ignored them completely and rolled their eyes deliberately. They were so angry that they had itchy teeth and clenched their fists.
"Aren't you convinced? Although you have practiced for ten more years, we don't mind competing." Behind the indifferent young man at the head, stood a young man in a white satin robe with a handsome face, like a handsome young man, with a bit of
The elegance is just in his eyes, but they are full of playful provocation.
Shang Yang's eyes turned cold and he said coldly: "With your little strength, you are not qualified to compete with me!"
The handsome young man smiled and said, "Really? I can take your words to mean that you are giving in?"
Shang Yang was furious. He took a step forward and slapped his palm fiercely in the air. The vitality from heaven and earth gathered crazily, forming a giant palm of vitality and slapped the young man head-on.
"Is this all you have?" The handsome young man's eyes flashed, and he pulled out the sword in his hand. There was a sharp cold air on the sword's edge, and he stabbed down at the giant palm of vitality.
puff!
The palm of this giant spirit shattered suddenly.
Shang Yang's face changed slightly, looking a little ugly.
This handsome young man stood with a sword in his hand, looked at Shang Yang with disdain and said: "I am Nangong Tian, who is ranked seventh this time. Where do you rank? You have practiced ten years more than me. Is this your strength?"
Shang Yang clenched his fist. He just wanted to teach the other party a lesson with this palm strike, but considering the disparity in strength between the two sides, he did not use all his strength. He only used 60% of his strength, but he did not expect that he would lose face.
Tang Lin looked at the young man holding the sword and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this young man at such an age would have such amazing strength. Not only did he have the cultivation level of Fate Chart Realm, but he also understood the Tao. However, with such strength, he was only ranked seventh.
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"It seems that the players this year are very qualified." Tang Lin secretly admired in his heart.
Just then
A voice so cold that it had no warmth sounded: "Put down your sword!"
This tone was like an emperor's, full of absolute command, and with a sense of natural arrogance, as if what he said must be fulfilled by others.
The one who said this was naturally Xuanyuan.
His cold eyes fell on this handsome young man. Although he was looking at this person, it gave people the illusion that he was looking into the distance.
The handsome young man was startled, then laughed and said, "You want me to put down my sword?"
Xuanyuan did not answer.
He never said it a second time.
But anyone can tell from his look that he has such a meaning.
The handsome young man's smile was a bit sullen, and he sneered: "What an arrogant tone. Where do you rank? First? Second? Or third?"
Xuanyuan said coldly: "You still have three seconds to put down your sword."
The handsome young man was furious. He asked Xuanyuan twice, but he ignored him both times, especially with his indifferent expression, as if everyone in front of him was just a small and humble ant.
He sneered: "I would like to see..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt his wrist go numb. He frowned, without thinking much, and then sneered: "Look how you made me put down my sword!"
Snap!
The crisp sound of the sword falling to the ground.
The sword fell!
Everyone in the audience had their pupils constricted, looking at the fallen sword blade at the feet of the handsome young man in horror.
There is a hand on the hilt of the sword.
Just a palm.
Including the indifferent young man at the head, their pupils shrank, showing shock.
Tang Lin and Ming both looked calm and not too surprised. Not many people saw the scene just now, but they both happened to see it.
The handsome young man's wrist was already dripping with sticky blood. He belatedly looked down and saw the wrist that had been cut off at an unknown time. His face showed shock and he said in disbelief: "How is that possible!!"
The shock in his heart was greater than the severe pain. When he came to his senses, he quickly sealed the acupuncture points on his wrists to stop the bleeding.
"You, you!" The handsome young man looked at Xuanyuan in shock and anger, his heart filled with anger, but more of it was fear.
There is no doubt that his wrist was cut off by Xuanyuan.
However, he was still staring at Xuan He and talking. The two of them were more than ten feet apart, and he didn't even notice that his wrist was cut off.
Fast! Incredibly fast!
Mo Wuzi next to him showed surprise on his face, and immediately looked at Xuanyuan with admiration. Although the handsome young man under his leadership had one of his hands cut off, he had reached the realm of a saint, and his body could be reshaped, and his wrist could be recovered after being cut off.
Big problem.
He actually appreciates genius, and Xuanyuan's performance undoubtedly impressed him greatly.
Shang Yang, Zhou Hua and others all looked at Xuanyuan in horror and subconsciously stayed away from this dangerous person.
Behind the indifferent young man holding a knife on the opposite side, a young girl in soft yellow clothes walked out. Her fair cheeks were not stained with makeup, and she was a bit pure. She took a step forward, frowned, and said to the court: "Your Excellency, you should
It’s the first place in the last competition. What a good idea. I don’t know if you would have won if you had met me ten years ago.”
Xuanyuan glanced at her and immediately looked away, as if this person didn't exist.
The girl in goose-yellow clothes choked for a moment and sneered: "How arrogant. Although you were number one ten years ago, even if you meet our Senior Brother Leng now, you will still lose!"
The rest of the people were looking at the indifferent young man in front of her.
The young man looked indifferent, looking at Xuanyuan with a bit of coldness in his eyes, and said: "I wonder if your sword is faster or mine?"
His voice was low and hoarse, like a deep beast's voice.
Xuanyuan glanced at him and said indifferently: "If you can take away the weapons of seven of them instantly, I can consider it." He pointed at Shang Yang, Zhou Hua and the other seven people.
Naturally, these seven people do not include Tang Lin and Ming.
The other nine people standing behind this indifferent young man all had strange expressions, looking at Xuanyuan as if they were mocking him. Including the handsome young man whose wrist was cut off, they all shook their heads and smiled bitterly, looking at Xuanyuan mockingly, as if they were looking at an idiot.
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Tang Lin noticed that these nine people were all far away from this indifferent young man, and seemed to be very afraid of him.
"Seize weapons?" The indifferent young man curled his lips, looked at Tang Lin and Ming, and said, "Why not include them."
Xuanyuan said indifferently: "You can't take away their weapons."
A strange light flashed across the eyes of the indifferent young man, and he said, "Really? I would like to give it a try."
Xuanyuan glanced at him, ignored him, and said to Zhou Hua and others: "Pull out your weapons."
These words are like an imperial edict.
Although Zhou Hua and others were unhappy with other people's orders, it would be a different story if the person who said this was Xuanyuan.
Including Liu Qing, the seven people obediently took out their own weapons, whether they were swords, knives, whips, or rulers.
Everyone held the weapons in their hands tightly and paid close attention to the indifferent young man. When they were on guard against having the weapons in their hands taken away, they wanted to see the strength of the person who won the first place in this session.
"Draw out your weapons too." The indifferent young man looked up at Tang Lin and Ming.
Tang Lin smiled slightly and said, "It's too slow to pull out my weapon."
"Too slow?"
"Not only is it slow, the problem is usually solved before it's even pulled out."
The indifferent young man sneered: "Maybe this time, it won't be so easy to solve."
Tang Lin smiled and said nothing more.
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the indifferent young man, and he asked Ming next to him: "Where are your weapons?"
Ming said calmly: "My weapons are not drawn out to show to others."
The indifferent young man said: "Is it used to kill people?"
Ming said: "It's used to kill damned people!"
The indifferent young man said: "Damned person?"
Ming said: "Maybe you are the one who deserves to die."
The indifferent young man smiled. When he smiled, Shang Yang, Zhou Hua and others all felt a chill in their bodies, as if a gust of cold wind had blown by, and the hairs all over their bodies stood up.
It's not that this indifferent young man's smile is scary or ugly. On the contrary, his smile is very bright and bright, making people feel very close to him.
However, Shang Yang and others discovered that the weapons in their hands had mysteriously disappeared.
The weapons of the seven people suddenly appeared at the feet of the indifferent young man, piled up like a pile of rubbish.