The giant Wu Dalang let out a thunderous roar, holding the black sword "Fierce Ba" that also expanded several times, and rushed towards Lin Fan with incomparable ferocity.
This set of trump cards was originally reserved by Wu Dalang to challenge the first cabinet disciple of Sword Pavilion, or used to deal with the top cabinet disciples of Sword Pavilion in the Sword Competition. Unexpectedly, it was exposed here in advance.
, this made Wu Dalang very angry inside.
But the situation on the field did not allow him not to use his trump card.
If we continue fighting like this, even if we can win, it will only be after one hundred and eighty moves.
But if it is so difficult for Wu Dalang to defeat a disciple with a certain level of cultivation, then even if he wins in the end, it will be a shameful victory.
At that time, not only Wu Dalang's own face will be lost, but also the face of the entire Blade Pavilion.
Wu Talang is a man of status and status, and he attaches great importance to reputation.
Naturally, he didn't want to see this happen.
Therefore, Wu Talang had to reveal his trump card in advance.
This was a last resort, but it also made Wu Dalang extremely angry.
This raging anger needs a way to vent, and Lin Fan is naturally the one to vent it to.
Facing Wu Dalang with his weapon activated, Lin Fan did not dare to be careless and immediately retreated in an attempt to distance himself.
But Wu Dalang's momentum surged at this moment, and his speed also increased a lot. He opened his legs and actually caught up with Lin Fan in two or three steps.
With a sharp whistling sound, the fierce black sword struck Lin Fan fiercely from top to bottom.
Lin Fan's eyelids twitched.
Compared with the previous attack, the strength of this knife increased by an unknown number of times.
Moreover, when Wu Dalang drew his sword, his powerful sword energy had already sealed all the spaces in front, back, left, and right of Lin Fan.
There is no way to avoid it, you can only take it hard.
There was fierceness in Lin Fan's eyes, and he roared, as if there was a sound of thunder in his body.
The blood-madness curse has been stacked up to forty times at this moment!
The previous thirty-two mantras stacked were already the limit that Lin Fan could reach, but now they were forcibly increased to forty. Lin Fan instantly felt like his body was about to be torn apart.
The thick sea of blood above his head seemed to be boiling.
His eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, and his body was like porcelain that had been dropped, with cracks appearing in many places.
Blood seeped out, making Lin Fan look extremely miserable.
After forty spells were stacked, Lin Fan felt as if a volcano was erupting in his body. His body trembled slightly, and with a low roar, he held the sword in both hands, the blade trembling, and slashed out from bottom to top.
The next moment.
"clang!!!"
An earth-shaking loud noise spread.
The terrifying energy shock wave swept towards the surroundings in an instant, but was blocked by the barrier at the edge of the battle platform, and then rolled back, setting off a turbulent and terrifying storm on the battle platform.
The surface of the battle platform was suddenly in a mess.
This clash of swords seemed to have exceeded the limit that this moral battle platform could withstand.
Many spectators in the audience had painful expressions on their faces and quickly raised their hands to cover their ears.
Although the energy of such an intense collision was blocked by the battle platform, the sound alone was not something that ordinary people could bear.
"Such a terrifying scene, even if I have seen some senior brothers with half-step supreme cultivation fighting in the past, I have rarely seen it."
"so amazing!"
"Then Lin Fan won't die, right?"
"..."
Everyone spoke out one after another.
In the crowd, Lei Yunheng had a sneer on his face, and his clenched fists slowly loosened at this time, because what he was originally worried about no longer existed from now on!
Without any reservation from Wu Dalang, Lin Fan will die!
Although fighting on the battlefield is not allowed to hurt people's lives, but when it comes to fighting, who can guarantee that the speed will be controlled?
So almost every year a disciple dies on the platform.
This isn't anything too unusual.
"Junior brother!" Chu Ling'er exclaimed, her eyes filled with worry.
Others around her were also staring at the battle platform, hoping to see that familiar figure after the energy storm subsided.
On the east platform.
The True Successor of Jiange looked at the battle stage expressionlessly.
I don't know if he has forgotten the purpose of coming here, or if he has full confidence in Lin Fan.
Ye Leng, Mo Wentian and others all had worried faces.
On the field, everyone was in various moods.
After a while.
The energy storm on the battlefield gradually subsided.
Wu Daluang's huge body first appeared in everyone's sight.
Still burly and tall, like an iron tower, standing on the platform, his whole body exuded a terrifying aura as fierce as a demon.
There were no wounds on his body, and his breath was steady and his momentum was fierce.
Obviously, he had the upper hand in the fight just now.
"Brother Wu is mighty!"
"Brother Wu is invincible!"
Many Sword Pavilion disciples in the audience immediately shouted loudly.
Looking at this, Wu Dalang must have won.
The hearts of the disciples of Jiange gradually sank.
Could it be that... Lin Fan is really dead?
Soon, the energy storm completely subsided.
Lin Fan's figure also appeared in front of everyone.
However, his condition was extremely different.
His head drooped weakly, his body was covered in blood, and his face was as pale as paper.
The body was still shaking slightly, as if it would collapse to the ground at any time.
Especially the two arms, the skin was torn and bloody, and even bones could be seen.
Although he is not dead, his breath is extremely weak and he has no strength to fight anymore.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to be alive after being stabbed by me. Your body is really good." Wu Dalang pressed the handle of the knife with both hands, looked down at Lin Fan, and said.
After finishing speaking, Wu Dalang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a cold smile on his face, and sent a message to Lin Fan, "Lin Fan, you may not know it when you just started. Although it is not allowed to hurt people on the battlefield, swords and swords are not allowed to hurt people."
Eye, if I 'accidentally' kill you, even the sect's rules can't do anything to me. But I'm not a murderous person. For the sake of you and my fellow sect, as long as you kneel in front of me and beg for mercy.
, I can spare your life, hehehe..."
Only Lin Fan heard the last words.
There is no second person.
Everyone just saw Wu Dalang looking at Lin Fan with a smile and did not take the opportunity to attack. Many people admired Wu Dalang a little more in their hearts.
"Haha...haha...do you really think that you will definitely win?" Lin Fan slowly raised his head and looked at Wu Dalang, vomiting blood and saying.
Wu Dalang looked at Lin Fan in surprise, "What else?"
The corners of Lin Fan's mouth twitched twice. Although he was nourished by the Hongmeng Purple Qi, his injuries were too serious and could not be recovered in an instant.
"I still have one last sword. If you take it, I will admit defeat. But if you fail to take it, it will not only cost you your face, but maybe your life as well!" Lin Fan's voice was low.
The hoarse sound resounded throughout the world with incomparable clarity.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan's body shook violently twice and he almost fell down.
Wu Dalang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Lin Fan, Lin Fan, you are such a duck, you still talk so hard even when you are about to die! If your strength was half as powerful as your mouth, you wouldn't be in this situation now.
Ending. Okay, don't you still have one last sword? Come on, let me learn your clever tricks."
After saying that, Wu Dalang opened his hands wide.
The posture is relaxed and completely undefended.
There was also a burst of laughter from the audience.
Obviously, they all thought Lin Fan was joking.
After all, Lin Fan's condition at the moment was so bad that he could hardly stand still, but he threatened that he still had one more sword to defeat Wu Dalang.
In this case, naturally no one would believe it.
"This boy is not very capable, but his tone is not that small. With such a kind of character, it is difficult for him to achieve great things. It seems that Master will be disappointed." Jiange Zhenzhuan shook his head and said.
On the other side, the true disciple of Daoge sneered, and suddenly withdrew his gaze in boredom, and said to the disciples of Daoge cabinet behind him: "Everyone can think in advance where to celebrate later."
"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed.
Although this time it was just a competition between disciples, due to the special nature of the two people, it received widespread attention.
The outcome of this battle will largely affect the morale of the Sword Pavilion and the Sword Pavilion, and may even have an impact on the Sword Contest in the near future.
Wudalang's victory in this game is indeed worthy of celebration.
At this time, Lin Fan, who was standing on the stage, didn't care at all about the doubts and disdain around him.
He is already communicating with the sword energy in his body.