Full-time Swordsman

"Mo Shaoku hates righteous cultivators very much. Countless righteous cultivators have died at his hands. Didn't you watch the game yesterday? He brutally killed a disciple from the inner hall of the Lingzhi Sect, and even the elder supervising the battle was unable to save him."

The players next to him were shocked. Is this guy so awesome?

The NPC cultivator sighed and looked at Lin Jichen on the stage with sympathy, saying: "This Jianzong kid is probably finished. If he gives up now, he can still save his life."

Who would have thought that the Taiping female player who asked the question just now suddenly got angry.

"Bullshit! How could my idol lose? You are so ignorant. I will show you what a natural genius is!"

The NPC monk naturally didn't believe it. Looking at Lin Jichen, an unknown boy, he said disdainfully: "A disciple of Tianyan Sword Sect? That won't work. Unless Chu Tianhan or Li Mu is here, no one can be Mo Shaoku's opponent."

"Then bet with me if you dare. One hundred spirit stones, dare you?" said the Taiping female player.

"Come on, little girl. Don't refuse to pay if you lose."

"Whoever refuses to pay is a dog. I, Liu Xiazi, am famous for going back on my word... Ah, I am willing to accept the loss!"

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On the other side, in the Sword Sect territory, after seeing Lin Jichen's opponent, Nangong Wu's expression was obviously much more solemn.

"Dad, who is this person?" asked Nangong Yue.

"The eldest disciple of Xieji Sect, Mo Shaoku."

"What? Is it the genius that Xieji Sect only sees once in a hundred years?" Nangong Yue's heart tightened and she became worried.

Nangong Wu nodded, frowning and said, "Although Mo Shaoku is only in the late Jindan stage, his magic skills have been cultivated to the extreme. Lin Jichen is really unlucky. He met a tough guy in the first game. I hope Lin Jichen knows the situation and doesn't insist on it, otherwise he may be in danger."

Nangong Yue was anxious and grabbed Nangong Wu's arm and said, "Dad, then you have to protect my junior brother."

Nangong Wu smiled bitterly and said, "Of course I know this. This kid is the proud disciple of the head of the sect. If something happens to him, I, the elder, will probably suffer."

Nangong Yue breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, but still said confidently, "I believe my junior brother can defeat him. My junior brother is very powerful!"

Nangong Wu shook his head and disagreed.

Like Chen Yuan, Lin Jichen entered the sect too late, unlike Mo Shaoku and others, who have been practicing and receiving training in the sect since childhood.

Nangong Wu is clear about the gap between the two, at least he knows Chen Yuan very well.

If Chen Yuan meets Mo Shaoku, he is sure that Chen Yuan will be slaughtered.

The reason why he values ​​Chen Yuan is because of his talent and potential, not his current strength.

Chen Yuan is just a top-notch disciple among ordinary disciples, but he is still not good enough for the elite disciples of those big sects.

He thought that even if Lin Jichen is a little stronger than Chen Yuan, he is not much stronger.

So he is not optimistic about this competition.

Chenzi Arena.

Lin Jichen looked at Mo Shaoku opposite him, and his intuition told him that this person is not simple.

And Mo Shaoku saw that Lin Jichen was very unfamiliar, although he was wearing the clothes of the Sword Sect, he was an ordinary disciple at first glance.

As for the Tianyan Sword Sect, only Chu Tianhan, Nangong Yue, Li Mu, Bai Wu Gou, Qin Chu and other elite disciples of the Sword Sect would make him feel a little timid.

As for the guy in front of him who is good-looking and useless, he is not worthy of his attention at all.

"Come on, God Lin!"

"Come on, Mr. Lin!"

"Come on, God Lin!"

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On the two viewing platforms, countless female players began to cheer for Lin Jichen.

Mo Shaoku raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be famous."

Lin Jichen replied calmly, "In fact, they don't need to cheer for me at all."

"Why? Is it because you know you will lose?"

Mo Shaoku laughed, his expression was arrogant and proud.

He knew he was going to lose before the battle. It seems that his reputation is still very effective.

"Boy, I am in a good mood for what you said. If you give up and admit defeat now, I will spare your life." Mo Shaoku shook his hand and said generously.

Lin Jichen raised his lips slightly, revealing a subtle smile.

"You misunderstood. I said they didn't need to cheer for me because they didn't need to cheer for a small character like you, because I will definitely beat you."

Mo Shaoku's pride disappeared from his face, replaced by a somewhat ferocious smile.

"Very good, I, Mo Shaoku, just like to challenge the righteous monks, because that will make me kill very happily. I hope you can keep talking tough until... you die!"

Lin Jichen shrugged and said, "I have always been tough. My swords are all forged with my mouth. One word stands out, tough! Do you have any objections?"

He also demonstrated his moveThe Qingming Sword in his hand.

Mo Shaoku laughed angrily and looked at the elder supervising the battle impatiently, waiting for his order.

He couldn't wait to see if the guy in front of him was really so stubborn.

"The competition begins!"

The elder supervising the battle gave an order.

Mo Shaoku moved almost at this moment!

He stepped forward, and the aura of the late Jindan suddenly surged, like a hellish dragon breaking out of the ground, with demonic energy boiling all over his body.

Without any nonsense, Mo Shaoku slapped a palm directly in the air!

"Evil King Palm!"

This palm was like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, and the powerful force caused the airflow around the ring to turbulent, blowing the river surface around the island to surge.

Lin Jichen was fearless, and the Qingming Sword slashed in the air!

"Sky Light Slash!"

A touch of sword energy was like the rising sun hanging in the sky, with divine light flashing and dazzling!

Mo Shaoku suddenly closed his palm, and the whole person passed through the sword energy as if teleporting, and appeared in front of Lin Jichen.

"Boy, you are too weak!"

While Mo Shaoku was speaking, the palm wind was fierce, like a mountain torrent, carrying a sinister aura, and fiercely slapped Lin Jichen's head!

Seeing that the palm wind hit the center, Mo Shaoku smiled disdainfully, that's it?

However, when the palm wind fell, there was no familiar feeling of hitting other people's heads in the past, but a sense of emptiness came from the palm.

"Illusion technique?" Mo Shaoku reacted quickly.

The crisis behind him came, and a ray of sword energy came.

Mo Shaoku snorted coldly, and offered a thin true energy shield in front of him.

The sword energy fell on it, like a dragonfly touching the water, causing only a little ripple, and then disappeared.

Lin Jichen stopped the sword in his hand and said in surprise: "Heavenly-grade mental method, Demonic True Yuan Jue?"

Mo Shaoku sneered: "You have a good eye. You even know the Demonic True Yuan Jue. Do you think you still have a chance to win now?"

Lin Jichen laughed. The Demonic True Yuan Jue is indeed a very strong mental method skill. It can automatically protect itself through the owner's consciousness, and it has extremely high defense and can be used for both physical and magical purposes.

Whether it is magic or physical damage, it can resist it, and it is not like the spiritual shield of the Jindan realm, which consumes a lot of mana.

The Demonic True Yuan Jue consumes very little mana, and it can even absorb the damage it receives and add it to the owner's next attack.

This ability is very abnormal.

In the previous life, this mental method skill was sold at a sky-high price.

Lin Jichen looked at Mo Shaoku at this moment and became extremely hungry...

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