Xianwu world shuttle system

Chapter 166 Strong Enemy
Chapter 1: Strong Enemy

Soon, in less than half a day, all the top ten teams were selected.

They are, Lin Qing in the first group, Zhang Wuxin in the second group, Li Ruochen in the third group, Bai Susu in the fourth group, Gu Qianqiu in the fifth group, Wang Linyuan in the sixth group, Cang Yuxi in the seventh group, Shui Ruyue in the eighth group, and Ninth group Chang Xishan of Group [-], Lin Qing of Group [-].

There were ten people in total, and eight of them were all acquaintances.

"Very good, the ten of you will be the top ten on the Cangyun Ranking, and the rest will compete for the remaining rankings." Cang Longyue looked at the ten people below and smiled happily.

"You ten people, let's start the final competition." Cang Longyue laughed.

"I'm quitting. With my level of cultivation, it's already difficult to get into the top ten. If I continue to compete, I'm overestimating my capabilities." Lin Qing said suddenly.

At this time, everyone deeply understood that martial master Jiu Chongtian had no ability to resist Wu Ling.

Rather than being beaten down, it is better to have some self-awareness.

"I'll quit too." Cang Yuxi said the same, and at the same time gave Lin Qing a fierce look. It was this bastard who stole her elixir, otherwise she would be a martial spirit now, which is really annoying.

Lin Qing pretended not to see it, and looked up at the sky. He cut off Cang Yuxi's chance to advance to Wuling.

"Okay! Since the two of you have withdrawn, let the eight of you do the final battle. The two of you who are adjacent in number will fight each other, the winner will advance to the next stage, and the loser will be eliminated." Cang Longyue raised her hand and said loudly.

In other words, Lin Qing played against Zhang Wuxin.

Li Ruochen fought against Bai Susu.

Gu Qianqiu played against Wang Linyuan.

Shui Ruyue played against Chang Xishan.

Lin Qing looked at Zhang Wuxin with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. They really were enemies on a narrow road!

Zhang Wuxin smiled coldly, and mouthed to Lin Qing: Wait for death.

"Hehe." Lin Qing sneered, not sure who died.

"Please come on stage, both of you," the referee said respectfully.

With a flash of Zhang Wuxin's figure, he came to the ring and looked at Lin Qing provocatively.

Lin Qing jumped lightly, with an extremely elegant posture. After flying in the air for a while, he slowly landed on the ring.

"Since you don't have self-knowledge, don't blame your lack of eyesight for letting you fall on this ring." Zhang Wuxin sneered.

"Don't talk too much, maybe who will fall." Lin Qingsuo said coldly while rubbing the scabbard.

"It's no use talking more, let's fight!" Zhang Wuxin's figure swayed so fast that afterimages even appeared when he disappeared.

Visible speed.

"Everything in the world of martial arts is indestructible, except speed. Unfortunately... no matter how fast the speed is! It still uses the moment of attack." Lin Qing shook his head. This sentence refers to the speed of moves, not the speed of movement.

No matter how fast the movement is, there will still be a pause when making moves. With such a slight pause, Lin Qing will be able to seize the opportunity to unleash the sword.

"Ghost claw!" A claw with a gloomy aura came towards Lin Qing's heart.

Lin Qing looked cold, drew his sword out of its sheath, and stabbed Zhang Wuxin's palm with his backhand.

Zhang Wuxin drew back immediately, looked at Lin Qing coldly, and said, "You are not the only one with weapons."

Zhang Wuxin flipped his hand, and a black sickle appeared in his hand.

"Hundred Slashes of the Netherworld!"

Zhang Wuxin moved, as if teleporting, and came to Lin Qing. He raised his sickle and struck down vertically. Lin Qing immediately blocked the attack with his sword. With a flick of his wrist, the sword blade was lifted up and stabbed at Zhang Wuxin's vital part.

Zhang Wuxin's expression turned cold, and he slashed at Lin Qing again.

"Peng!"

On the competition stage, a loud noise suddenly came out, and then Lin Qing and Zhang Wuxin separated.

Holding the Yitian Sword and looking at Zhang Wuxin holding the black sickle across from him, Lin Qing's face turned slightly solemn. It had to be said that the Zhang Wuxin in front of him was indeed powerful.

The opponent was extremely powerful, both in terms of combat reaction and his own strength. Especially the strange black sickle in Zhang Wuxin's hand made him a little afraid. If the Yitian Sword was not made of black iron, I am afraid that the Yitian Sword would have already been Destroyed by this black sickle!
"Is this a martial spirit expert? He is dozens of times stronger than a martial artist." Lin Qing was secretly startled.

At this time, Zhang Wuxin also had a solemn expression, without any smile on his face. After fighting with Lin Qing, he knew that he seemed to be looking down on Lin Qing, who was only a ninth-level martial artist in front of him.

And before Lin even showed off his shocking sword energy, he was already fighting to an even match!
If he used that sword energy, he would probably be no match for him.

With a gentle breath, Zhang Wuxin waved his hand, and the black sickle pierced the air, facing Lin Qing on the opposite side, and said: "Use all your strength, otherwise you will have no chance!"

No matter what their relationship was before, now that they are warriors and more importantly opponents, they should use all their strength to fight them.

Lin Qing didn't talk nonsense, he stepped on the ground with his right foot, and with the help of the force from the ground, his figure was like a cannonball, and he shot towards Zhang Wuxin. On the way, with a movement of his wrist, a sword light flashed, and a silver-white Zhang Wuxin's sword energy shot out first, and instantly came in front of Zhang Wuxin!

Seeing the silver-white sword energy rushing towards him, Zhang Wuxin snorted coldly, lightly swiped the black sickle in his hand, and only heard a 'chi' sound, Lin Qing's silver-white sword energy was instantly split into two.

"Hundred Slashing Netherworld!" Zhang Wuxin swung the black sickle and released dozens of black air blades.

Lin Qing did not rush, and slashed out a bright sword qi, directly smashing these qi blades to pieces.

"A lot of ghosts."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Wuxin's body suddenly disappeared from the spot, dodged a foot to the right, and then hooked the sickle in his hand towards Lin Qing's head with a sharp and harsh sound of breaking the wind.

Feeling the attack of the sickle, Lin Qing's expression remained unchanged. When he made a mistake in his steps, Ling Bo took a slight step and avoided the sickle in an unexpected direction. Then he slashed the Heavenly Sword in his hand towards Zhang Wuxin's abdomen.

However, at this moment, Zhang Wuxin mysteriously disappeared from the spot again and appeared on the left side of Lin Qing. Then the sickle suddenly came to the top of Lin Qing's head.

This time, Lin Qing's face changed slightly, the opponent's movement was so weird, there was no time to think about anything else, and the Yitian sword in his hand blocked it!

"Dang!" There was another sound of gold and iron clashing in the field.

Lin Qing's body sank, blocking Zhang Wuxin's sickle. At the same time, Lin Qing pointed with his left hand, and an invisible sword energy suddenly shot out at Zhang Wuxin.

It is the six-veined sword of the Duan family of Dali.

Feeling the danger, Zhang Wuxin's expression changed immediately, and his figure flashed, but it was still too late, and the invisible sword energy pierced through his left shoulder.

Seeing this scene, the audience exclaimed!
The martial artist hurts the martial spirit!Such a record!Let countless people go crazy!
Only true geniuses can fight across levels.

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