The Holy Infant Fell to the Ground, and a Cry Opened the Gate of Heaven!

　　Lin Hanxing's sword had arrived, but it was still not as fast as Lin Yijian's, so although the sword that poured out like a meteor at this time looked very oppressive, it all hit the afterimage left by Lin Yijian.

　　Lin Hanxing's sword is fast, but Lin Yijian's movement is faster. .

Chapter 220

　　Chapter does not dominate

　　At the same time, Lin Xuejian's Fei Xianjian also followed up, blocking Lin Yijian's whereabouts. Lin Xuejian's sword had originally been the direction of Lin Yijian's dodging.

　　Although Lin Yijian escaped Lin Hanxing's sword move, but facing Lin Xuejian's simple sword, it was inevitable. The blood-red sword was finally unsheathed, and the sword was separated from the scabbard. At the moment, Lin Yijian said in a low voice, "Jian, Shuangfei."

　　The scabbard, which was blood red like a rose, left the sword, but it hit Lin Hanxing's chest like a blood-colored setting sun.

　　Lin Hanxing only felt a supreme sword energy mixed with Yuan force hit his chest, and Lin Hanxing's whole body flew out.

　　At the same time, the long sword in Lin Yijian's hand faced Lin Xuejian's soft sword. Lin Yijian's sword was steady, and the moment it came into contact with Lin Xuejian's sword, a mighty Yuan force escaped.

　　At this moment, Lin Xuejian's Jianrou also twisted slightly, making the power of Lin Yijian's long sword seem to be hitting the air.

　　At this time, Lin Xuejian's sword seemed to be coiling around Lin Yijian's sword like a long snake. At the moment when it was coiled, strands of sword energy from the tip of the sword attacked Lin Xuan's wrist with the sword.

　　Faced with this situation, Lin Yijian made an unexpected move. He abandoned the long sword in his hand and took another step with his left foot, out of Lin Xuejian's attack range.

　　In the distance, Lin Hanxing stood up with difficulty. Lin Yijian's move just now did not cause Lin Hanxing to lose his combat effectiveness directly, and wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

　　Lin Hanxing looked at Lin Yijian and Lin Xuejian and shook his head slightly. He finally realized that Lin Xuejian was the only one who could compete with Lin Yijian in this match, and he was just Lin Xuejian. See the test stone used for Lin Yijian.

　　Lin Hanxing looked at the grey-robed elder on the edge of the ring and said, "Elder, I will quit."

　　Hearing the words, the gray-clothed old man nodded, waved his long sleeves, and sent Lin Hanxing off the ring. At the same time, a few stewards around immediately followed, preparing to send Lin Hanxing to Dantang for treatment.

　　However, Lin Hanxing insisted on watching the results of this competition, so these managers had to give up, and they also wanted to see the results of this competition.

　　In the field, Lin Xuejian held the soft sword in his hand, and there was a sword wrapped around it at one end of the sword.

　　Lin Xuejian looked at the sword wrapped around her soft sword and said, "It seems that your sword was confiscated by me as soon as it was unsheathed."

　　Lin Yijian looked at Lin Xuejian, and glanced at his long sword. At this moment, the long sword was shining a strange bright red under the sunlight, and the bright red color was like the blood that had just flowed out of a person's body. , this should be a killing sword.

　　Lin Yijian's cold face actually laughed at this moment, "You don't need a sword to deal with you."

　　Lin Xue was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and then laughed, "You seem very confident!"

　　"Or it should be said that he has absolute strength." Lin Yijian just finished speaking, and the whole person rushed towards Lin Xuejian like an unsheathed sword. The surrounding air exploded layer by layer.

　　Lin Xuejian looked at this fierce fist, but felt that there seemed to be countless swords flying towards her around her. Lin Yijian's eyes were like a cold blade, and the fist was the most threatening sword. Sharp, punched out, surrounded by sword energy.

　　In that tyrannical fist, there is a supreme sword intent shrouded in it.

　　On the stage, the elders who passed by in a row opened their mouths wide in shock.

　　"Sword Intent, it turns out to be Sword Intent." Murong Tianao felt a lot for a while, "Brother Lin, dare to ask who is that black-clothed boy in Taichung?"

　　Lin Yufei said, "Lin Yijian."

　　"Among the younger generation, I am afraid that only the one from the Ouyang family can compare to him." Murong Tianao said with emotion.

　　"Brother Murong is overrated, but Lin Yijian still has a lot of shortcomings." Although Lin Yufei said so, the smug look on his face clearly betrayed him.

　　In the arena, Lin Xue met facing this tyrannical fist, with light footsteps and a light toes. The person was as ethereal as a fairy, and his body was already more than ten feet away.Lin Yijian punched in the air, took a step with his left foot, quickly followed, and punched again.

　　Lin Xuejian was still the same as before, dodging lightly, both of them were at the peak of the martial artist's cultivation at this time, and they started from the movement.

　　Lin Yijian didn't have the upper hand either. If Lin Xuejian insisted on dodging, even if Lin Yijian struck a fist with supreme sword intent, he would still not be able to hurt Lin Xuejian.

　　Everyone at the table nodded at Lin Xuejian's performance.

　　When Lin Yijian saw that his fist could not reach Lin Xuejian's body at all, he simply stopped and stopped.

　　"¨"Are you just running away?" Lin Yijian said coldly.

　　"Hehe, you are so powerful, I won't run away, should I stand and let you fight?" Lin Xuejian said with a smile.

　　Lin Yijian said: "Very good."

　　"Of course I'm fine." Lin Xuejian sneered.

　　"I hope you will be fine from now on." Lin Yijian's voice became colder.

　　"That's natural."

　　Lin Yijian was still the same as before, taking one step with his left foot, followed by his right foot, with an unusually strange pace.

　　"Stupid step, lost track." Lin Yijian let out a low voice, his feet began to become blurred, and the speed was a little faster than before.

　　Lin Xuejian's brows also became dignified, no longer as relaxed as before, the soft sword in his hand let go of the entangled long sword, and a set of sword skills was displayed.

　　"Frozen swordsmanship, ice and snow." Lin Xuejian used a set of swordsmanship at the middle level of human level, which was exactly the same as what Lin Bing had cultivated.

　　As soon as the swordsmanship came out, the air around Lin Xuejian instantly froze (Li Lehao), and snowflakes floated around even more exaggeratedly, and the snowflakes fell again, and Lin Xuejian's sword also waited until Lin Yijian rushed over figure.

　　At this moment, the sword shadow from the sky met Lin Yijian's fist that contained sword intent. Snowflakes fell two or three feet away from the two of them, and then melted instantly, turning into a thin mist.

　　Snowflakes fell from the sky, and the surroundings of Lin Xuejian and Lin Yijian were even whiter.

　　Under the sunlight, the snow immediately melted away, and at the same time, Lin Xuejian's slightly pale face was reflected. Obviously, even if Lin Xuejian's peak martial artist cultivation was used, this move would still be the same. Quite strenuous.

　　And what about Lin Yijian?

　　The figure facing Lin Xuejian's back still seemed so cold, but his fists were already covered with countless sword marks, and blood smeared the whole fist. .

Chapter 221

　　Chapter 219

　　Lin Yijian laughed cruelly at this time, and when the laughter stopped abruptly, it was replaced by a strong fighting spirit.

　　Lin Yijian turned around, ignoring the wound on his fist and said, "Come again."

　　This time, it was Lin Xuejian's turn to attack first, "Ice Wind Sword Technique, one sword is frozen."

　　Facing this sword, Lin Yijian still greeted it with a pair of fists containing the sword intent.

　　Sword energy surrounds his fist, and his left foot takes another step, "Stupid step, Quartet."

　　Lin Yijian took this step, and his right foot changed direction four times at this moment, making Lin Xuejian unable to grasp Lin Yijian's figure at all.

　　Although the sword had been thrust out, it could not lock Lin Yijian.

　　Lin Xuejian's sword stabbed to the left of Lin Yijian, but Lin Yijian's figure turned to the right.

　　The attacking parties exchanged identities at this moment.

　　The fist that contained the sword intent of tyranny hit Lin Xuejian, and the strands of sword energy in the fist slammed into Lin Xuejian desperately, "Sword, ten thousand hectares."

　　In a battle, if the difference in strength between the two sides is not large, the outcome is often at the moment when the opponent seizes the opportunity.

　　So Lin Xue was defeated.

　　When the sword qi bombarded Lin Xuejian's back, at this moment, the old man in gray appeared, blocking the rest of the sword qi.

　　However, Lin Xuejian was seriously injured, a mouthful of blood spat out of Lin Xuejian's small mouth, and the person also fell into a coma.

　　Since then, the first place in this clan competition was finally born, but Lin Yijian still stood quietly on the ring.

　　The sword that was blood red like a rose returned to his hands at some point.

　　Lin Yijian's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and the long sword in his hand pointed directly in the direction of Lin Xuan under the ring, and said loudly, "Lin Xuan, come up to me."

　　Lin Xuan said, "You called me up because of this?"

　　Lin Yijian said: "It's not just about this, there is one more thing I want to let everyone know. The Lin family has only one genius, and you are not worthy of the same name as me."

　　As soon as Lin Yijian's words came out, the audience immediately exploded.

　　"This time there is a good show to watch!"

　　This is the voice of everyone in the audience.

　　On the stage, Lin Xiaofeng finally couldn't sit still, others might not see Lin Yijian's strength.

　　However, Lin Xiaofeng knew very well that Lin Yijian did not reveal his true cultivation from the beginning to the end during the fight.

　　Lin Xiaofeng stood up abruptly, trying to stop this meaningless fight, because he knew that Lin Xuan would definitely lose.

　　Just as Lin Xiaofeng was about to dodge, he found that there was already a person standing in front of him.

　　Back then, his man was Lin Xuan's father, Lin Hao.

　　"Lin Xuan's affairs, don't interfere." Lin Hao said coldly to Lin Xiaofeng.

　　"Do you want to watch Lin Xuan be defeated by Lin Yijian?" Lin Xiaofeng said with a frown.

　　"What he has to experience is naturally unavoidable. We have no right to interfere. If we can't even accept this blow, it's just an empty shell." Lin Hao said blankly.

　　……

　　On the stage, Lin Xuan just looked at Lin Yijian like this, his fists were hidden in his sleeves, clenched tightly, and he said, "Then what do you think?"

　　"It's very simple, defeat you!" Lin Yijian said without thinking.

　　"Then let's fight." Lin Xuan said.

　　Lin Yijian laughed coldly and said, "I will let you do three moves."

　　"No need." Lin Xuan frowned and said, "I admit that I am not your opponent, but if you want to win me, you have to pay the corresponding price."

　　"You look too high on yourself." Lin Yijian said.

　　"Maybe." Lin Xuan said.

　　"One move, if you can take my move, I will admit that you deserve to be as famous as me." Lin Yijian said suddenly.

　　"Whether it's your business to admit it or not, it's my business, it's not up to you to decide." Lin Xuan said.

　　"Look at the move." After Lin Yijian finished speaking, the aura of the whole person suddenly burst out.

　　This time, the breath that Lin Yijian exudes is clearly the cultivation of a martial artist.

　　Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. They were surprised. From the beginning to the present, it turned out that Lin Yijian was deliberately suppressing his own cultivation.