() "Brother Lang, who is your opponent?" Chen Lin snatched the tag from Chu Lang's hand, and Mu Yueling and the others also leaned over to take a look.
"Innate fourth level, Brother Chu, it seems that you have hope of entering the top sixteen." Zhang Yanxue exclaimed, thinking that yesterday, even the opponent who was in the innate fifth level was able to defeat, let alone the one in front of her.
Woolen cloth.
"Little Fatty, which opponent did you draw?" Chu Lang shook his head but was curious about who Chen Lin's opponent was, and asked hurriedly.
Chen Lin said with a bitter look on his face: "Look for yourself, I guess I won't be able to survive this round."
"Luo Jin, it's him." Chu Lang frowned, and a bad feeling came over him.
"Little Fatty, uh, if you feel like you can't defeat your opponent during the fight, you have to admit defeat decisively or get off the ring yourself." Chu Lang advised 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 resentment towards Brother Chu, and now Brother Chu knows him
Only you and my cousin entered the finals, and you happened to face him again. I guess he won't miss this opportunity to make you look bad or be cruel. Anyway, you have not achieved many achievements until now, and the sect must be the same.
Very gratified.”
Chen Lin smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not weak either. Maybe I can teach this arrogant guy a lesson for Brother Lang."
"Little fat..."
Chu Lang wanted to say something else, but Chen Lin stretched out his hand to stop Chu Lang from continuing. It seemed that he didn't really listen.
Chu Lang was secretly worried whether Luo Jin would kill him in front of so many people. If so, he would not ignore it.
Luo Jin's cultivation level is much higher than that of Chen Lin. With his cultivation level at the sixth level of innate realm, even Chu Lang himself may not be Luo Jin's opponent.
It was already afternoon now, and the first round of competition was still very fast, and it was almost as fast as it was in the morning.
when!
"The second round of the finals now officially begins."
Mo Rong spoke loudly again, signaling the referee to start the second round of thirty-two and nearly sixteen games.
Although the number of opponents has been reduced by half, the cultivation level has been improved by more than one level. The two opponents in the first group are both at the beginning of the Xiantian realm.
Entering this round of competition, there are already eight disciples who have reforged the first and second levels of cultivation standing evenly under the ring. These eight people mainly radiate inner energy and the energy blessing of the sea of consciousness to accumulate on this wooden pile.
The ring was designed to prevent the ring from collapsing due to the full force exerted by the two people competing above.
The eight people take turns to use their inner strength, and the four people form a group in four different directions, and the two groups take turns to use their inner strength to protect the ring.
Chu Lang didn't expect that the sect would send eight people with basic levels of cultivation in the Recasting Realm to protect the ring. It seemed that it was necessary to ensure the smooth progress of the competition.
The power caused by the fight between the middle and high-level Xiantian realm is still very huge. Especially when the two people at the peak of the Xiantian realm exert their full strength, the power caused may even a warrior with a cultivation level of the second level of the Recasting realm should be cautious.
treat.
The competition between people with high levels of cultivation took a long time, and it took more than half an hour for three groups of people to compete.
Chu Lang was ranked very low this time, and soon it was Chen Lin's turn. Chu Lang couldn't help but persuade him again: "Little fat, if the situation is not good, just give up and admit defeat. Where is your cultivation?"
You can’t get your place back later.”
Although Chu Lang didn't think Luo Jin had the guts to take Chen Lin's life in public, it would probably be a normal phenomenon if he seriously injured Chen Lin or even destroyed Chen Lin's cultivation. After all, the damage caused by a missed move could not be avoided
investigated.
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 said worriedly: "Brother Chu, is that Luo Jin really messing around?"
Chu Lang shook 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, I'm afraid there will be other accidents. I hope this guy is not so shameless."
Luo Jin stood on the ring and looked at Chen Lin opposite him. His eyes were indifferent and his face was calm, but he did not show any killing intent. I guess this guy is not that kind of person. Luo Yan, who was below the ring, inadvertently glanced at the man on the other side of the ring.
Chu Lang showed a meaningful smile.
Chu Lang looked directly at Luo Yan below the ring. It seemed that his guess was good. This guy was probably going to be detrimental to Chen Lin. Could it be that he wanted to use the hands of his senior brother Luo Jin to do a conspiracy?
But he couldn't go to the ring to help, so he clenched his fists slightly.
After the two people on the ring fiercely clashed with each other and exchanged hostility, Luo Jin cupped his fists as if nothing had happened and said, "Junior Brother Chen, you have to do your best later. If anything goes wrong with your fists and feet, please don't take offense, Junior Brother Chen."
Chen Lin said calmly and neatly: "Tianming Sword Sect, Chen Lin, please!"
Chen Lin didn't talk nonsense to him, and after the opening ceremony of the competition, under the referee's instructions, he mobilized his true energy and used the first move of Lingxu's Nine Swords, 'Crossing the River with a Reed', to attack the opponent. This was originally a sword skill.
, but Chen Lin seems to have made some adjustments through the use of Que Yi Kuang Dao.
Among the many disciples of the outer sect of the Tianming Sword Sect, Chen Linping is still relatively diligent in practicing. However, due to his limited talent and qualifications, his progress has not been fast, and he cannot be compared with Chu Lang.
Even so, Chen Lin did not feel sorry for himself. Instead, he practiced martial arts on the mountain behind Qianya Peak or on the Qinyin Trail whenever he had free time. At the age of only eighteen, he entered the peak of the Spiritual Sky Realm and became a leader in the entire Tianming Sword Sect.
It's an upper-middle level.
The sharp sword skills were accompanied by bursts of sword sounds, and figures floated in the air. It was no longer clear which figures were Chen Lin and Luo Jin.
In fact, facing a being with such a level of cultivation, no matter how weird and powerful the martial arts moves are, those at the peak level of Ling Kong Realm will still be stretched thin.
If Chu Lang hadn't broken through the energy of the Sea of Divine Consciousness by chance, and the Divine Sense sense had fused the energy of the Sea of Divine Consciousness to be able to attack with the thoughts of Divine Consciousness, he would have had no chance of winning against an opponent with the fourth level of innate cultivation.
Chen Lin shielded his spiritual senses to protect his brain consciousness, and relied on the incomplete sword skills of the Moonfire Mad Sword and the martial arts of the Tianming Sword School's Heart Art to fight Luo Jin. Later, the sword skills used were unfamiliar to Chu Lang.
It seemed to be the same as when he killed Tong Baal on the long street of Yunzhou City, but the power was much weaker than it was then.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
In the blink of an eye, the two men fought for ten rounds in the void. The two men were equally matched in fierce battle. Chu Lang couldn't see anything strange. It was probably because Luo Jin hadn't exerted his full strength yet, and he didn't know if there was any other conspiracy. Chu Lang was secretly wary.
He looked at the two people above the ring.
When he used Lingxu's Nine Swordsmanship with his sword, it was still sharp and powerful. The angle of attack was completely different from the Thirty-six Swords of Tianming Sword School. Chen Lin used his sword skills smoothly and smoothly. It seemed that he was already involved in the competition.
, completely forgetting the heart-shaking cheers below the arena.
After several such back and forths, Luo Jin became more and more relaxed when he arrived. On the other hand, Chen Lin seemed to have exhausted all his moves. He only used the Moonfire Mad Sword skill and some Xuan-level low-grade martial arts. Only in dangerous moments did he come up with some exquisite sword skills.
Law.
Chen Lin's expression remained unchanged, but there was a slight sweat on his forehead. It seemed that after using all his strength to exert his true energy for a long time, he was already being squeezed by the continuous pressure in the air.
Luo Jin has never radiated the energy of the Sea of Divine Consciousness to attack Chen Lin, otherwise Chen Lin might have been uneasy and defeated. The advantage of being separated by a realm is still obvious.
Luo Jin's true energy gradually provided rapid movement of martial arts moves, and Chen Lin's attacks were unable to put any pressure on Luo Jin.
when!
The two swords collided again, and the condensed energy hit Chen Lin until his jaw went numb. His arm shook slightly and he clenched the knife in his hand, almost falling out of his hand.
Chen Lin knew that he couldn't drag it out for long, so he used the modified Lingxu Nine Swords moves under Que Yi's Crazy Sword, and unleashed the fierce moves in one breath.
'The beauty is drunk, chasing souls and taking lives, shaking the sea with rage, two dragons fetching water,' every sword move is murderous, using four moves at the same time is already Chen Lin's limit, but his cultivation is limited, otherwise the power of these four swords
I'm afraid it's enough to defeat Luo Jin.
when!
Luo Jin deftly blocked Chen Lin's continuous fast attacks with his sword, and suddenly struck with his palm. Chen Lin didn't expect that Luo Jin would use his sword to block. At the same time, he attacked quickly with his palm skills. When he wanted to dodge, it was already too late, and he hurriedly reached out.
Imprint it with a palm.
boom!
A thick smell of blood floated in the air, and Chen Lin screamed and flew backwards onto the ring. Luo Jin only swayed slightly, and then quickly attacked.
The sword in his hand stirred up a sword flower, breaking Chen Lin's desperate defense. The sword in Chen Lin's hand was thrown away, and before he could react, he was hit hard on the chest again.
Bang!
Chen Lin rolled around on the ring for a few times and then fell off the ring. The blood spurted from his mouth left a trace of blood. He lost miserably. It was obvious that Luo Jin intended to make Chen Lin embarrassed. Chen Lin had already been attacked with a series of attacks.
There is no way to fight back.
"Little fat..."
Chu Lang exclaimed and quickly ducked to Chen Lin below the ring, helped him up, and quickly mobilized his inner energy to heal his injuries.
Chen Lin's dantian aura was weak at the moment, and countless small strands of true energy were flowing around his body, and he was almost on the verge of collapse.
"Don't move, let me come."
Suddenly a calm voice came. It turned out that it was Zhang Yue who had seen this situation not far away. He took over Chen Lin who was being supported by Chu Lang and slowly injected his energy.
Chen Lin closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth. It seemed that his injury was extremely serious.
"Luo Jin, win!"
There was thunderous applause and cheers all around.