Chapter 22 Win or lose with one sword

The people on the stage have different thoughts, and the two people on the stage also have different ideas.

The Shang Dynasty was feeling that his heart was getting colder and colder. Now the scene was completely reversed. At first, he forced Lin Shang to retreat. At this time, Lin Shang casually broke his sword with one sword, forcing him to dodge. Several times, after Lin Shang stabbed him with a sword, he dodged, but found that his long sword was already The place where he was about to hide was waiting for him to hit him. If he hadn't reacted in time, I'm afraid he would have been killed by Lin Shangjian.

Shang Wuji was desperate, but Lin Shang was already a little impatient at this time. After watching the white woman Su Yuqing's test, she felt a little sleepy. She went to the ring to bask in the sun, and her whole body was even more sleepy. She resisted the idea of going to bed immediately. Lin Shang took her sword and looked at the panicked Shang Wuji and said, "Master Brother, take me another sword, only one sword, catch it, I will admit defeat, how about it?"

Shang Wuji has no intention of fighting, and the comparison with Lin Shang always makes him feel like he wants to vomit blood. Seeing that Linshang suddenly stopped and said the above words, I suddenly felt immortal. Linshang is so arrogant, but no wonder he takes advantage of this. No matter how powerful you are, you can't beat me in one move.

"From what my brother said, I hope he will believe what he said." Shang Wuji regained his self-confidence and pretended to be fully prepared.

The stage is far away from the stage. Liu Xiangzhen and Pan Longfeng's disciples under the stage can't hear what they said on the stage, but they are curious about why they stopped. It was the elder White Beard who could hear the two talking, Shang Dynasty and Li Mubai. There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the white-bearded elder, but then he returned to his drowsiness.

The Shang Dynasty was looking happy when he heard the words and said to Li Mubai beside him in a mocking tone, "Brother Li, your disciple is not only good at swordsmanship, but also bold."

Li Mubai did not turn his head, but said with a faint smile, "Hey, my disciple is naturally very good."

Shang Chao was sneering and stopped talking.

On the stage, Shang Wuji is preparing from afar. Linshang closed her eyes with a long sword at this time.

The mountain wind blew, and the slightly moist wind brushed his cheeks, which refreshed the sleepy Lin Shang. He closed his eyes and felt the breath of the wind. Listening to the whisper of the wind in his ears, Lin Shang's body became more and more relaxed, and the sword in his hand slowly fell to the ground...

Seeing Lin Shang's abnormality, although Shang Wuji was curious, he did not dare to move. He said that this was Lin Shang's trick, and he was more and more careful.

Gradually, the wind in the mountains stopped, and there was no wind fluctuation in the air. The disciples under the "Li" ring only felt the strange silence in the air at this time, as if something was brewing, which made people breathless, as if on the eve of the storm.

The white-bearded elder and Shang Chao under the stage seemed to think of something, with a thoughtful expression and a rather unbelievable in their eyes.

The people on the stage are still like this. The Shang Dynasty on the stage only felt that the air was frozen and his breathing was not smooth. A nameless pressure was gradually eroding his will. A drop of sweat slipped from his forehead to his cheeks to his chin, and then dripped from his chin to the bluestone board, making a strange "pop".

At the moment of the sweat dripping, the wind and clouds moved, and the depressing atmosphere in the air dissipated cleanly. At the same time, Linshang opened her eyes.

Linsang's original black eyes had completely turned cyan, and two deep whirlpools were spinning in his eyes, and the bottom of the whirlpool was strange pure black. There is no shadow in the eyes, as if the strange black can absorb all the light.

Suddenly, the sword moved.

The sword moves in the wind! This sword, with cold blue light, absolute chill, and sword spirit, cut at Shang Wuji like a meteor rushing the moon.

What a fast sword! What a strong sword!

Shang Wuji only felt that in his world, except for this sword, all the other scenery had disappeared. In the face of this sword, Shang Wuji only had time to lift a sword.

"Dang!" One sound.

After a sound, everything was silent.

Lin Chang stood and gently stroked the sword in her hand, with a trace of blood.

At this time, Shang Wuji had been seriously injured by the power of a sword. He half knelt in front of Lin Shang, staggered for a while, and finally knelt down in front of Lin Shang, with a very long blood mark on his chest.

"It turned out that the business brother knew that he regretted it, and now he has to kneel in front of me. However, our brothers don't have to salute so much. Linshang laughed.

Shang Wuji struggled several times and couldn't get up. Under his anger, he sprayed blood on the ground, and his body was crooked and fell into a coma.

Refreshing! At this time, Lin Shang was only cheerful, and this merchant did not know how to provoke himself several times.

Now, I finally knelt in front of myself.

At this time, the whole audience was surprised.

The buzzing discussion of Long Shoufeng's disciples under the stage were so surprised by Lin Shang's sword just now that they forgot that the little brother in his door was still lying unconscious in the ring. Other onlookers heard the movement here and rushed to ask one after another. After a while, the disciples of the whole square knew that You Lanfeng had a swordsmanship and a powerful disciple.

Listening to the same words will have different effects in different people's ears. For example, most of the ordinary disciples of Xuantian Sect turned around and left with a smile. Swordsmanship is only a small wave on the way to practice, and various magic formulas are the mainstream recognized in the cultivation world. No matter how brilliant the small wave is, it is still a small wave after all. It is not worth such a big fuss. The "thing that is not worth making a fuss" in the mouth of ordinary disciples came to the ears of the monks with profound cultivation and suddenly set off a huge wave. For example, the elders of each peak, such as the first seat of the five peaks.

At this time, the white-bearded elder and Shang Chaozheng sitting in the chair were shocked and undisguisedly showed their surprise on their faces. Li Mubai, the first seat of You Lanfeng, blew his chin with a smile and looked at the energetic disciple standing in the ring with bright eyes.

"Sword...sword!" Shang Chao opened his eyes wide and muttered, "I understood the meaning of sword in the later stage of foundation construction. Why is there no such genius under my door!"

"Dang!" The bell at the end of the test rang.

"You Lanfeng's disciple Lin Sheng!" The white-bearded elder woke up earlier than the Shang Dynasty. He looked at Lin Shang with bright eyes and announced the results of the competition. Looking at his energetic and clear eyes, he was not like the dizzy old man before.

"Ah, go and see the little brother." Some of the disciples of Long Shoufeng under the stage woke up when they heard the sound of Zhong Ding, and their little brother was still lying on the ring.

When everyone jumped up the ring to help the little brother who fell to the ground, Lin Shang was walking down the steps step by step.

At this time, Lin Shan walked step by step to Li Mubai and said, "Master."

Li Mubai smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, well done." The joy from this excellent disciple was undisguised.

"Thank you... praise." After saying that, he could no longer suppress the boredom in his heart and fell head in front of Li Mubai's knee and fell asleep.

Li Mubai was shocked and thought that Lin Shan was also seriously injured, so he hurriedly bent down to check. Looking at Linshang, I saw that Linshang was sleeping with a sleepy face, and the saliva at the corners of her mouth unconsciously flowed out.

Li Mubai was relieved and his eyes turned sharply. He laughed and scolded, "You stinky boy, you were almost scared to be a teacher." With that, the big sleeves rolled up and turned into a green light with the sleeping Linshang. Looking in that direction, he went to Youlan Peak.

"Let's go. I have participated in the game to help your brother back to Panlongfeng." Shang Chao shook his head with a strange face and walked straight to the distance. The people who stayed in place stared with big eyes, and no one said anything. They left separately to participate in the third round of the test.

Liu Xiangzhen looked at the direction of You Lanfeng, curled his lips, and turned around and left.

On the square, the test on the eight ring is still being held, and it has no impact on Lin Shang's departure. However, in the "Li" ring, an elder with snow-white bearded hair always seemed absent-minded, sometimes his eyes were bright, sometimes depressed, and he kept talking about the meaning of sword, the foundation period and so on, and turned a blind eye to the disciples who came to the test at various peaks. The disciples who participated in the test were not angry. Looking at the snow-white hair and beard, they knew that the elder was a little confused. When people get old, they will inevitably be confused, won't they?