The figure flashed, and Lin Xian'er landed on the ring, her figure was elegant and graceful like a fairy.
"Oh? She is actually a beauty!"
The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple opposite had a fiery light flashing in his eyes.
He was secretly glad that he could compete with such a beautiful woman, and the whole group had to take advantage of it.
"Beauty, what's the future for you if you stay in the Wenxian Sect? Why don't you come to our Liuyun Sword Sect. With my senior brother, I will protect you and ensure that you will be promoted to the inner sect soon. If you stand here again in three years, it will be terrible.
The winner is the one who enjoys honor, not shame!"
"Nonsense, are you done talking?"
Lin Xianer said calmly.
"Forehead……"
The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple was obviously stunned for a moment. Lin Xianer's attitude made him seem to have an illusion.
He suddenly felt that this woman might capsize him in the gutter.
"Whether it is honor or shame, it seems that the final decision has not yet been made." Lin Xian'er said with a smile on her lips.
Even if you don't have yourself, even if you ask the disciples of Xianzong for ten consecutive defeats.
However, even if the two heads of Liuyun Sword Sect and Qiankun Sect were tied together, they would still be completely tortured by Ling Feng.
"Humph, naive!"
The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple stopped looking down on him. Lin Xianer's calmness gave him a sense of danger.
"Liuyun Sunset Sword!"
With a roar, the Liuyun Sword Sect disciples moved!
It has to be said that Liuyun Sword Sect is the only sword sect among the three upper sects, and the swordsmanship of its disciples is indeed quite impressive.
However, in front of the elites of Tianwei Academy, there is only two words: garbage!
Whoosh!
Lin Xian'er's body was like a ghost, but from one side, at an extremely cunning angle, she punched the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple's abdomen fiercely.
"Bang!"
A figure flew out upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.
The next moment, the disciple of the famous Yunjian Sect fell heavily to the ground, pointed at Lin Xian'er, gritted his teeth and yelled, "You——"
The sound stopped suddenly, because in the next moment, the severe pain caused him to completely faint.
"Asking about the name of the Immortal Sect should not be taken lightly."
Lin Xianer stood proudly on the stage, whether it was because of Ling Feng or her biological father whom she had never met.
Deep down in her heart, she had already considered herself a member of the Wenxian Sect.
"good!"
This was the first victory of the Wenxian Sect, and it also made the disciples of the Wenxian Sect, who were disappointed and dejected, cheer loudly.
After seven consecutive defeats, Wenxian Sect finally ushered in its first victory!
Elder Yao also obviously had a smile on his face, he laughed and said: "She is indeed the future wife of the head of the family."
"Elder Yao, it's better not to joke about this kind of thing casually." Ling Feng shook his head and smiled.
Elder Yao narrowed his eyes, "Isn't it only a matter of time? If this girl Xian'er is the daughter of Junior Brother Duanmu, and if you and her can get along well, wouldn't it be better to get married to each other?"
Ling Feng shook his head and said no more.
Maybe he does have some affection for Lin Xian'er, but they are more like friends.
"Humph, it's just a victory, what's the point of being proud of!"
Cao Tailai, the head of the Liuyun Sword Sect, snorted coldly, "Wenxian Sect has lost seven consecutive games, and its results in the disciple competition are destined to be at the bottom!"
From Cao Tai's point of view, even if Lin Xian'er is really capable, she can only win three or four games at most.
Even if another four or five points were added to the Wenxian Sect, it would not affect the overall situation.
However, Lin Xianer's subsequent achievements shocked everyone in Liuyun Sword Sect and Qiankun Sect.
Lin Xian'er stood on the stage and turned the compass of heaven's choice frequently, but every time the opponent she chose could hardly catch her three moves.
Soon, Lin Xianer's results went from one victory to three consecutive victories!
Five consecutive wins!
Seven consecutive wins!
Ten consecutive wins!
After losing seven games in a row, Wenxian Sect suddenly won an astonishing ten consecutive victories, and its score also went from zero points to eighteen points. (According to the rules, after winning two games in a row, every time a game is won,
Count two points.)
With this result, Wenxian Sect became the first among the three sects!
"No, this is impossible!"
"Who is that little girl? How come the Immortal Sect has such a powerful disciple?"
"Damn it, damn it!"
Both the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Qiankun Sect obviously became frightened and uneasy under Lin Xian'er's strength.
And from the beginning to the end, no one even caused Lin Xianer to suffer any minor injuries.
Is this really the power of the same dimension? Is it really a duel between pulse condensing realms?
In the eyes of these ninth-rate sects, it is simply impossible to understand why the gap can be so huge even if they are both in the Pulse Condensation Realm.
"Next, Jiayi, please invite Ximen Chuiliu from Liuyun Sword Sect to come on stage!"
Taoist Priest Tianyun's voice has changed from calm to shocking.
No wonder the young head of the Wenxian Sect looks so calm. It turns out that there is such a trump card hidden in the Wenxian Sect.
However, now it is the turn of Liuyun Sword Sect's trump card.
After all, Ximen Chuiliu is a genius who has understood the rudimentary form of sword intent. Perhaps he will not be killed instantly by Lin Xianer like the previous players.
Ximen Chuiliu felt that he was under a lot of pressure.
He is the Liuyun Sword Sect's biggest trump card. If even he loses, it means that except for the first four or five victories of the Liuyun Sword Sect, all the rest will be defeats.
This seems to be even more shameful than Wenxian Sect’s seven-game losing streak!
"Chui Liu, show your full strength and don't hold back your sword intent. You must not lose to that girl!"
Cao Tailai clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth with hatred.
"Don't worry, Master, my Ice Soul Sword Intention is not that easy to deal with!" Ximen Chuiliu flew up to the high platform and opened his sword intention immediately.
Oh no, strictly speaking, it is just the prototype of Sword Intent.
However, even though it is only a prototype, it has already begun to have a certain degree of lethality.
The temperature in the entire arena dropped instantly, and Ximen Chuiliu's robe automatically moved without any wind.
"Junior sister, next, you will taste the taste of failure. As soon as this sword comes out, you will be defeated!"
Ximen Chui Liu's forehead, a strand of hair fluttering in the wind.
He stood sideways gracefully, dressed in white clothes, floating out of the dust, and the sword on his waist was buzzing and trembling.
"Ximen Chuiliu! At some point, stop pretending!" Cao Tailai was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "Quickly take action! Quickly give me a move!"
"Qiang!"
There was a sword cry, and Ximen Chuiliu's sword was suddenly unsheathed, and then a cold light passed by.
"A sword coming from the west, the cold light of Jiuzhou!"
When Ximen Chuiliu made his move, it was a Xuan-level swordsmanship he learned by chance.
He had never used this move in front of outsiders before, but under Lin Xianer's strength, he had to use his ability to keep the bottom of the box.
"The posture is quite good, but is it just this powerful?"
Lin Xian'er raised two fingers together, and a ball of lavender light condensed on her fingertips, which actually firmly clamped the tip of Ximen Chuiliu's sword.
The sword energy that filled the sky disappeared in an instant, leaving only Ximen Chuiliu hanging in the air, looking at Lin Xian'er in astonishment.
Was his Xuan-level swordsmanship killing move so easily broken by Lin Xianer?
Then, a huge force came back from the sword blade, and Ximen Chuiliu didn't even have time to react before he was thrown away.
Bang!
His body fell heavily to the audience, and he repeated the mistakes of the previous disciples who were defeated by Lin Xianer.
Sure enough, in Lin Xianer's hands, no one could survive three moves!