Among the talented disciples of the inner sect, two are high-level immortal sects.

One of them, Xing Mingtang, fought against the intermediate immortal Ling Linlin, and defeated it with one move.

Now that the other person, Fang Wensheng, comes on the court, will he defeat the outside player in one move? All the watching games have such a question in their hearts.

The atmosphere in the outer training courtyard was unprecedentedly solemn.

"Wen Sheng, you will definitely win this battle. You must not be arrogant. You can't take it lightly when you see the opponent's cultivation is far lower than you." Lin Tieying took Fang Wensheng's hand and repeatedly reminded, "We have seen these outer disciples before, but we ended up in this situation and lost two in five battles. The inner sect only had a large level of outer disciples who were obviously lower in level. They actually lost two battles, and their faces were dull. If we lose another battle and we were tied, we would become the targets of laughter for everyone in the sect!"

"Elder, I understand." Although Fang Wensheng was young, his eyes revealed the most stable and firm light among all the inner sects. "I will win this battle."

He walked into the scene, and Jin Ling on the opposite side also came with an ant sword.

"Jin Ling, I have heard of your name." Fang Wensheng said, "Listen, before you came, was the firewood team in Waigen District chopping wood and cooking?"

As soon as these words were said, there was a burst of laughter among the inner and outer disciples. Even some senior officials and elders of the sect were surprised, "Is this a disciple of the Firewood Team?"

"What's going on with the outer sect? I sent a disciple from the beast-taught hall to participate in the competition before, but now there is another firewood team? Is there no one in the outer sect? Can't the strong ones be selected from the tens of thousands of disciples?"

These senior elders usually don’t know anything about people and things they don’t pay much attention to, and have never heard of Jin Ling’s name.

Liu Mufeng next to him had another layer of sweat on his face.

Chang Zheng

"Wrong." Jin Ling.

"Wrong? Isn't it?" Fang Wensheng wanted to use Jin Ling's background to make the audience laugh, thus causing psychological pressure on the other party. He immediately asked the question again. He was obviously from the Firewood Team, can you still deny it?

"Of course I'm wrong." Jin Ling said, "I'm in the firewood team, I only chop wood and don't cook. Cooking is the matter of the kitchen and bathroom."

Fang Wensheng didn't expect the other party to be so calm, but was shocked.

Zi, you are so calm and proud. Is the Firewood Team very glorious? Don’t be ashamed, but proud?

"Wensheng, stop talking nonsense to him. Send him back within three moves!" Xing Mingtang shouted on the sidelines.

Seeing that his verbal attack could not affect the other party's condition, Fang Wensheng stopped talking and pulled out the black iron sword in his hand: "This sword is called Kunshui, named Kunshui River, one of the nine streams in the back mountain. It is one of the fifteen famous swords of the sect's black iron casting. It is very sharp. Please be careful when fighting."

Jin Ling smiled and lit up the ant sword: "This sword is called ant, which means it is as humble but powerful as the countless beings in the world. Please give me advice from my senior brother."

His words made the senior officials of the sect look at him with admiration. An elder asked, "This son's realm is not bad, and the sword's material is strange. Where does it come from?"

"Go back to the elder, this sword was brought with him when he entered the school. He basically doesn't use the outer standard sword matching. He usually uses this sword to practice swords." Feng Ruohan replied.

"Although it is covered with black paint, it is obviously cast by the purple iron produced by the Western Ghost Sect." Geng Tong's eyes were like torches, "It should also be a famous immortal soldier. Moreover, it seems that there are some residual souls and formation auras on it."

"Soul Iron?" Wanyan Donglin had not thought about this question, and couldn't help but look carefully at the immortal weapon in Jin Ling's hand. "The Ghost Ze Zichen Iron is already extremely rare. If it is still an immortal weapon with the souls of living beings, it would be even more magical. This son comes from a border country, where did he get such an opportunity?"

"The Northern Jin Kingdom was once powerful in history and was once an ancient battlefield. It only changed a few times and became what it is today. The Lingshan Mountains in the kingdom are also a place full of spiritual energy." Geng Tong said with a smile.

"The sword has swordsmanship. You are an outer disciple and a junior brother. You should take the move first." Fang Wensheng said to Jin Ling in the field.

"I dare not, there is a difference between elders and young people, please give me a sword first." Jin Ling's ritual is also thoughtful.

This is how the sword-user pays attention to the etiquette before taking action.

"Okay." Fang Wensheng did not refuse and shook his sword lightly. This was also a sword of rituals, and there was no actual intention to attack. After this sword, it would be really hit.

Then, his sword was half circle, and above the sword edge, the blue light surged.

"Sect secret sword, tide sound sword technique, the first blink of an eye" Jin Ling immediately recognized it. It seemed that this inner brother Fang Wensheng was practicing the secret sword of the sect. He immediately felt much more attentive.

Take a step back, lean back, avoid the sword, and blink the same

"The starting step is steady, the action is solemn, and there is no confusion at all," said the deputy leader Ma Fuchun.

Of course, everyone knows that he is Jin Ling. For inner disciples, especially those of the high-level immortal sect, it is easy to achieve this level and is not worth a comment at all.

Jin Ling and Fang Wensheng each used the same move, and the two swords did not touch each other, and they were even about a foot away.

After this move, the two of them used the second blink of the Chaos Sword Technique at the same time.

Then there is the third move until the eighth blink

After the eight moves, the two Rao swords had not collided once.

However, the increasingly powerful momentum and speed attracted by the sword move began to upgrade.

The onlookers who had thought the two of them were pretending to be moved. Even the top leaders of the sect and the elders were curious.

As I passed before, the Chaosheng Sword Technique is a sword technique that is accumulating and rhythmic to a certain extent. The so-called rhythmic means bringing the opponent into his own offensive and defensive rhythm and loss of his original offensive and defensive rhythm and measure. From the beginning of the tide to the rising of the tide, it seems to be smooth, but in fact it has a long aftertaste.

The opponent may not care much. If you don’t care, you will find that you seem to have appeared in the tide and find it difficult to struggle. In this way, you will easily have flaws and opportunities to take advantage of.

Fang Wensheng wants to win with a close chance of victory, which means bringing Jin Ling into this rhythm and into the unbreakable sword vortex created by his best-known sect secret sword.

As for how the other party uses to deal with it, even if it uses the same tide sound sword technique as you, it doesn't matter.

Driven by the blue sword light, a huge blue vortex appeared around Fang Wensheng's body, making people feel that he was suddenly in the deep sea undercurrent.

Jin Ling, opposite him, had already started to get messy.

After all, the immortal power is not as good as that of human beings, and the skill of practicing this immortal skill is not as good as that of human beings.

However, this is also a rare opportunity to learn and practice.

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"Everyone retreated five feet!" Lin Tieying shouted to the onlookers, "The secret sword of the sect has a wide range of impacts and is strong in lethality, so don't be affected!"

The onlookers began to gradually retreat, and the scope of the competition venue was greatly expanded.

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"Junior brother, it seems that you have a good foundation in your secret sword and can actually keep up with my rhythm." The eight moves of Chaosheng sword techniques have passed, and Fang Wensheng smiled, "Okay, the warm-up has been completed, and start the real competition!"

"Fubo waves in the sea!"
Chapter completed!