Text Chapter 49 Come on, Brother Lin!

In the fifth arena, Lin Xuan faced off against Jin Xu.

"Hehe, boy, you're unlucky to have met me!" Jin Xu laughed wildly, "If you were willing to admit defeat, you might suffer less!"

Lin Xuan's face was expressionless, with a dark red sword on his back. He looked at Jin Xu opposite and said, "You talk too much."

"Boy, since you are looking for death, I will help you!" Jin Xu was furious, slapped the scabbard with his palm, and the sword came out. His whole body turned into a ray of light and rushed towards Lin Xuan.

"Good swordsmanship!" Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, "He is indeed a disciple who can pass the first level. His skills are indeed extraordinary. This swordsmanship already has a bit of sword power, and it is extremely sharp."

The sword has not yet arrived, but the sword energy has arrived.

Lin Xuan remained as still as a mountain. When the sword edge was about to come, he suddenly made a move, as fast as lightning, and struck the sword with a palm.

Suddenly, the long sword that stabbed Lin Xuan was deflected by three points. Lin Xuan did not stop, he turned his palm over, clasped his fingers tightly, and flicked the sword.

Ding!

A crisp sound sounded, and fierce power spread along the sword body to Jin Xu's arm.

As if being hit by a sky hammer, Jin Xu's tiger's mouth cracked, and the long sword came out of his hand, shattered into several pieces in the air, and scattered on the ground.

you! Jin Xu held his right hand and backed away. There was no arrogance in his eyes anymore. He now finally understood why Lin Xuan remained expressionless, because the two were not at the same level at all.

"I lost..." He seemed to have lost his strength.

"Number 135 wins!" the referee's voice sounded.

"What's going on? How did it end?" Those who looked towards the second arena asked one after another, wanting to know what happened.

"What? Broken the sword with one finger and injured Jin Xu? Are you kidding me? Jin Xu is the 88th ranked disciple!"

"No, I must watch the next game on No. 135!"

While those disciples were discussing, a thundering cry came from the No. 5 arena.

"Senior Brother Lin is mighty!"

"Brother Xuan is handsome!"

"Brother Xuan won first place in one breath!"

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In the stands near Arena No. 5, there were all disciples from the Southern District, as well as some disciples who often competed with Lin Xuan. When they saw Lin Xuan winning with one move, they cheered and applauded.

Except for the core figures of the three major forces and the four outer sect heroes, few disciples could win so many cheers, and many disciples turned their heads to watch.

"Hmph, it seems that waste is very popular!" Yan Kong sneered.

"Don't worry about him, it won't work. Our goal is to stabilize the team!" Jiang Yulong didn't care about Lin Xuan at all.

Lin Xuan returned to the rest area. The battle in the second arena was not over yet. The disciples of the battle group holding swords and the disciples of Shenwei group using long swords were fighting inextricably.

The two figures moved as fast as ghosts, and their afterimages filled the sky. Ordinary disciples couldn't see what was going on. Only some powerful disciples could capture their movements.

Lin Xuan was naturally able to see their movements clearly, and he also discovered that although the disciples of the Shenwei Group were elegant in swordsmanship, they were surrounded by their opponents and might be defeated within ten moves.

"Congratulations, the disciples of the battle group are going to win." Lin Xuan said to Tang Yu with a smile.

Tang Yu blinked mischievously and said nothing, but the nearby Shenwei Regiment disciples couldn't listen anymore.

"Boy, what do you know? You're talking nonsense!"

"That's it, can you clearly see the game on stage?"

"In order to please a beautiful woman, you tell lies with open eyes! I despise you!"

Those disciples didn't think Lin Xuan could clearly see the competition on the stage, let alone judge who won and who lost, but after seven moves, these people almost bit off their tongues.

The disciples of the Shenwei Group really lost, and they lost immediately after Lin Xuan finished speaking.

"Damn it, crow's mouth!"

"Boy, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I want you to look good!" The disciples of the Shenwei Group stared at Lin Xuan fiercely.

Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly and ignored them. He was recalling the battle on the second stage. These elite disciples were indeed not parallel imports. Everyone was very strong, and he also absorbed some experience from them.

More than a hundred disciples took turns to fight on the stage, using various moves. The watching disciples cheered and cheered. Finally, the first round of competition is over.

Except for the top ten disciples in the first level, there is no need to compete. Half of the other 130 disciples will win and proceed to the second round. Since sixty-five people compete, one person will get a bye.

Those disciples who were promoted closed their eyes and chanted silently, praying that they would be the ones to get a bye.

"Yin Qingyi, you get a bye this round!" A middle-aged voice with Chinese characters sounded.

"Ah!" Yin Qingyi half-opened his mouth with a surprised expression, while the others were extremely disappointed.

"Congratulations, you successfully advanced!" Lin Xuan said with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you Senior Brother Lin." Yin Qingyi said with a blushing face.

"Next, this is the second round of competition. No. 135 vs. No. 49!"

"With such a big span, it seems like another blitzkrieg!" Some viewers said dissatisfied.

Lin Xuan didn't expect that he would be the first to play, but it was okay. After the competition, he could go back to the rest area to watch other people's games. Thinking of this, he stood up, put the dark red sword behind his back, and then slowly walked onto the ring.

"Damn, this is the guy who cursed our Divine Power Group just now. Senior Brother Xue, teach him a lesson!" the disciples of the Divine Power Group shouted.

"Senior Brother Xue, defeat him!" Countless disciples were shouting in the stands.

Xue Huaqing was leisurely enjoying the cheers from the stands. He knew that the sound belonged to him.

However, to his surprise, he remembered an unusual cheer from the arena not far away, like ocean waves, one wave higher than the other.

"Senior Brother Lin, come on, I'm optimistic about you!"

"Hit him to death, you must beat him to death! Lin Xuan use your big sword to beat him to death!"

"Brother Xuan, we support you, and the disciples from the Southern District are with you!"

The loudness of the voice was no weaker than that of the Shenwei Group, and many disciples who had advanced couldn't help but look over.

"Haha, I didn't expect that besides the three major forces, there are people who can have such a reputation. I'm kind of looking forward to it!" A young man in black smiled near the golden stand.

"What, you want to win over him?" said the young man next to him.

"Just taking a look." The young man in black didn't say much, but looked at the ring.

"Boy, it seems that there are many people supporting you. I wonder if they will be sad when you are defeated miserably?" Xue Huaqing sneered. In his opinion, Lin Xuan was seeking death if he dared to steal the limelight from him.

"I finally understand why you all want to join the Shenwei Group." Lin Xuan said expressionlessly.

"Why?" Xue Huaqing asked subconsciously.

"Because you are both second-guessers, how can you die in a fight if you don't talk nonsense?" Lin Xuan rolled his eyes.

"Very well, boy, now I'm officially informing you that I'm angry!" Xue Huaqing said coldly, "The consequence is that you have to lie down and go out!"