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In the earliest direction of the destiny roulette, Lin Jin and Mo Chen were fighting for the ownership of the Qingxuan Sword in the cave, but Mo Chen couldn't hold the sword, so he withdrew, while Lin Jin held the magic weapon in his hand and triggered the celestial phenomenon. It was only then that the sect was alarmed.

Later, in order to guide the fight between Lin Jin and Mo Chen and create conditions for Lin Jin to kill Mo Chen, the bad old man deliberately led the two to fight with swords.

But the plan was too hasty, unexpectedly, the movement of this action was so great that it attracted so many people!

Judging from the current situation, the senior management of the Qingli Sect has basically been dispatched, and even many practitioners from other sects are watching.

And that Mo Chen had already collapsed on the ground.

The combination of these conditions is really not a good time to kill.

The skinny old man stared at the bad old man, with a serious tone, "Many variables in this are caused by us. If we interfere too much, I'm afraid we won't be able to pass the test of the eye of heaven!"

The old man was a little embarrassed, thought about it for a while, and said with a relaxed expression: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

"Boss Jin is already very intent on killing that guy. With the Qingxuan Sword, his strength will definitely increase. If he wants to kill Mo Chen, it will be a matter of time?"

The skinny old man didn't speak, but turned to look at the destiny roulette, and suddenly felt that he couldn't understand all the fortune lines on it.

Lin Jin straightened his waist, held his head high, and strode towards Qingxuanjian.

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Mo Chen on the ground, smiled contemptuously, and stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the Qingxuan Sword.

Mo Chen, I admit, your performance always surprises me.

But today, this time, this sword, it will only belong to me.

From now on, you will never be able to defeat me again.

Lin Jin took a deep breath, clasped his fingers tightly, and exerted force on his hands.

"Hey."

This great sword, which no one could shake at all, was finally pulled out an inch in Lin Jin's hands.

"Chi, Chi."

Then, another inch, two inches, three inches.

Little by little, inch by inch, the wide blade of the blue sword slowly rose from the ground.

"Pull it up!"

"Pull it up!"

The crowd watching on all sides began to let out bursts of exclamation, followed by thunderous cheers.

"Wow!"

"So handsome!"

After waiting for so long and fighting so fiercely, someone who can pull out the sword finally appeared.

"Good job, you are worthy of being the chosen one, the destiny belongs to you!"

"Destiny is here!"

"Destiny is here!"

In mid-air, the elders and sect masters of Qingli Sect all heaved a sigh of relief, their faces full of joy.

"With this divine weapon and this disciple, our Qingli Sect will finally regain its glory!"

Those practitioners from other sects who were watching from a distance, some of them had the last chance to be lucky, but at this time they were all dismissed.

Either it was from the heart, or it was still envious and jealous, but at this time they all congratulated the elders and sect masters of the Qingli Sect with one voice.

"congratulations!"

"The Qingli Sect has added more divine soldiers and tiger generals. It's really gratifying, congratulations."

"The descendants of the Qingli Sect are full of talents, it is really daunting."

There are tens of thousands of practitioners in the world, and all those who can be selected by the gods are the sons of the arrogance.

And among the sects in the world, those who can have the son of the god soldier and Tianjiao, regardless of their prestige and strength, will inevitably increase accordingly.

The Qingli Sect cannot be treated lightly.

All the elders and sect masters of the Qingli Sect returned their salutes with joyful faces, all of them were extremely pleased.

The Qingli Sect's thousand-year prestige has finally gained new brilliance.

In the future, it will definitely be even more dazzling.

Zheng Qingshan still had some regrets, after all, in his heart, he hoped that Mo Chen could pick up that sword.

But Mo Chen's performance was amazing enough.

After today, Mo Chen will definitely be valued more by the sect, so it's not like nothing has been gained.

On the other side, more than half of the blue sword had been pulled out from Lin Jin's hands, and the crowd sounded more enthusiastic.

Everyone was waiting for the moment when Lin Jin raised his magic weapon.

Chapter 95 Empty Sword

The bad old man also temporarily put aside Mo Chen's affairs, twitched his messy beard, and said with a chuckle: "This Jin boss pulls out the Qingxuan sword. Of course, it must have enough momentum to set it off, so it can be considered perfect."

As the Qingxuan Great Sword was pulled out from the ground bit by bit, the ground also trembled, and countless frightened birds flew up from the forest, circling around the forest.

"Zheng!"

With a sword groan, Lin Jin had pulled out all the Qingxuan swords from the ground.

In the sky, colorful flowing clouds suddenly appeared, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, changing continuously above the head.

In the meantime, there was a great ray of light, shining down from it, and it was shining on the blue sword and Lin Jin, coating the handsome young man with a circle of golden light, resplendent like a god descending from the earth.

Lin Jin looked around at the crowd, raised his arm, and raised the Qingxuan sword high.

In an instant, the sound of thunder rolled from the sky, and the colorful clouds surged rapidly.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, landed on the tip of the sword, burst out a dazzling firework, and flew out like a meteor, piercing the entire sky.

At that moment, Lin Jin seemed to be a god who broke out of the sky, showing to the ordinary world the majesty of the law of heaven that cannot be looked up to.

Everyone stared at this scene and exclaimed in admiration from the heart.

So mighty, so amazing.

This is, worthy of the name, the chosen one.

The picture of this scene has been firmly imprinted in everyone's eyes and hidden in everyone's heart.

It will become a painting that shines through the ages.

It will become a poem that will be passed down through the ages.

It will become a ballad, sung in every corner of Haoji Continent.

Haoji Tianyuan, divine soldiers are present in the world, Qingli Lin Jin, the destiny returns.

But no one noticed that Lin Jin's face became more and more gloomy behind that radiant light.

Because, the Qingxuan sword is already empty!

When the Excalibur was pulled out, he found that the sword could no longer sense the majestic momentum before, the unrivaled power inside, and the sharp and boundless killing intent. .

All he could feel was a faint breath and a sense of dejection.

"Well, what's going on here?"

Luo Qier stood on Qianyan Feiyu, but her eyes passed all the cheering crowd, passed through the dazzling brilliance, and landed on the back of the person who held the magic weapon high and attracted everyone's attention.

Behind Lin Jin's dazzling light, in the shadow, Mo Chen was lying there, motionless.

At this time, no one will pay attention to him anymore.

Luo Qier stared blankly at Mo Chen who was lying down, and for some reason, her heart felt a little blocked.

"Damn, you...you just fell down like this?"

Thinking of this, why even the tip of his nose felt a little sore.

With a light tap on the fiery red Thousand Flame Feather, Luo Qier used the Wandering Dragon Lingxu movement technique, and flew towards Mo Chen.

Lin Jin held the Qingxuan sword in his hand, but his heart was full of turbulent waves.

Although the aura in the Qingxuan Sword is weak, it can still clearly feel that it has a clear resonance with him.

If it wasn't for this point, Lin Jin would almost think he was holding the wrong sword.

He tried to inject his vitality into the Qingxuan Sword.

That faint breath seemed to get a little better.

"What happened?" Lin Jin tried to communicate with that breath.

A tired voice came into his mind, "Don't worry about this, it's not the time yet."

"Go find all the vitality you can find and help me recover."

"Remember, before I wake up, don't mess with that guy named Mo Chen."

When Lin Jin probed inside again, he found that the aura had no sound and fell into a deep sleep.

The sky is still flowing with clouds and flying across, full of brilliance.

Lin Jin was still holding the magic weapon in his hand, but amidst the cheers of the crowd, boundless anger ignited.

"It's Mo Chen again."

It is him again!

Why does everything have to do with this person?

Luo Qier flipped in the air and landed beside Mo Chen.

"Hey!"

"Damn!"

"How are you doing?"

Mo Chen spread his hands and feet into a big character, breathing long and steady, even snoring slightly.

Luo Qier froze, "Are you, asleep?"

Seeing that Mo Chen didn't seem to be injured, Luo Qier felt a little relieved.

Looking at Mo Chen, who was sleeping extremely comfortably and peacefully, even in the shadow that was covered by this, his eyebrows and outlines were still clear.

"Would you be a little bit reconciled?"

Luo Qier suddenly felt an inexplicable chill on her body, and turned her head to look over, only to see that Lin Jin who was standing in front had turned around and was staring straight at Mo Chen, who was sleeping soundly, with anger bursting out of his eyes.

"What do you want to do?"

Sensing that Lin Jin's expression was not right, and then thinking that when Lin Jin had just realized the sword intent, that move seemed to have murderous intentions, Luo Qier suddenly turned over to protect Mo Chen, her eyes went straight to Lin Jin Jin.

Lin Jin didn't even glance at Luo Qier.

In his eyes, there is only Mo Chen who is always hindering him.

"Without him, none of this would be possible."

He is the root of all evil!

Lin Jin suddenly became murderous.

I'm going to kill him.

Luo Qier frowned, and the dragon-bearded longbow was already in her hand, the bowstring was stretched instantly like a full moon, and vitality gathered on the string like bright stars.

"Lin Jin, what do you want to do?"

Lin Jin's handsome face was distorted by anger, and he giggled, "Do you think you can stop me with your little cultivation?"

Luo Qier's cultivation is only at the seventh level of entraining Qi, which is really not high.

Although Lin Jin's state was only at the seventh level of entraining qi, the actual combat strength of the two was already far behind the boss.