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Seeing the silver needle, Lin Fei quickly waved his long sword to intercept it.

"Ding!"

The silver needle hit the long sword, making a sound of gold and iron.

Seeing that Silver Needle's attack was blocked, a smile appeared on Yi Jue's face and he flicked his fingers.

The next second, Yi Jue shot another silver needle, heading straight for Lin Fei's neck. The speed was so fast that it seemed to turn into a silver meteor across the sky, heading towards Lin Fei's throat.

Seeing the silver needle, Lin Fei's heart beat suddenly, a cold air came out from the soles of his feet, and a bloody picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Damn it!"

Lin Fei cursed secretly, and then hurriedly avoided.

He didn't dare to resist the power of that silver needle, otherwise, he might die in the opponent's hands. His life couldn't be wasted!

Just as Lin Fei reacted, the silver needle was already in front of his eyes at an astonishing speed.

"not good!"

Lin Fei secretly screamed something bad.

Seeing that the silver needle was about to pierce his neck, Lin Fei's body suddenly dodged to the right.

"Whoosh!"

A strong and cold wind roared past, and the silver needle fell to the ground, as if embedded in it.

"Oh my god! It's so dangerous!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Fei broke out in cold sweat and was terrified.

"Yi Jue, this silver needle of yours is so sharp! It was able to break through my defense in a short period of time." Lin Fei looked at Yi Jue and admired it.

"It's just a fluke." Yi Jue smiled.

"Anyway, senior brother Yi Jue is indeed very powerful."

"Senior Brother Yi Jue is indeed very powerful."

…

Seeing his apprentice's performance, Yi Jue sighed inwardly: "In this battle, Yi Jue's winning rate is 100%."

Yi Jue knew his disciple's strength very well, so Yi Jue's winning rate was 100%.

On the competition stage, Yi Jue pulled up the silver needle he used from the ground, looked at the dust on it, and with an arc at the corner of his mouth, he said lightly: "Brother Lin, I don't know if my attack is sharp enough. ?

Lin Fei listened and nodded solemnly: "Enough!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Fei's body suddenly disappeared from the spot and turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Yi Jue.

His speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch his whereabouts.

"Uh-huh!"

"brush!"

Two figures instantly appeared at both ends of the competition stage. Yi Jue and Lin Fei each held a long sword and faced each other, ready to explode.

Looking at the long sword in Yi Jue's hand, Lin Fei's face shone with excitement. He licked his dry tongue and said, "Senior Brother Yi Jue, let's decide the outcome with the sword! Let's see whose sword is faster. ”.

Chapter 890 Yi Jue defeats Lin Fei

"good!"

Yi Jue nodded, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Uh-huh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fei slashed out the long sword in his hand, and a violent sword intent spread from the blade, as if a silver dragon was roaring.

Seeing this scene, Yi was not to be outdone and struck out with his sword.

"boom!"

The next moment, the two attacks collided fiercely, and there was a deafening explosion, and the space was torn apart.

The two figures retreated simultaneously.

When the two stopped, they looked at each other and saw a strong fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

A smile appeared on Yi Jue's face and he said: "I said that my strength is the most powerful among the younger generation of Tianling Sect. Brother Lin should be careful. Let's continue fighting!"

"Okay, in that case, take another move from me!"

After saying that, Yi Jue swung his arms and swung his sword out again, turning into silver afterimages and shrouding Lin Fei.

"Ding ding ding..."

"Bang..."

"Crack!"

"Ding ding ding..."

Click..."

A burst of dense noise continued, making the onlookers feel like their eardrums were about to burst, and their heads were buzzing.

At this moment, everyone around them was impressed by the strength displayed by the two men, and many disciples even had tears in their eyes.

They have never seen such a wonderful fight, especially Senior Brother Yi Jue's domineering and fierce swordsmanship, which is simply too powerful.

"Junior brother Lin, I admit that your swordsmanship is very powerful, but your attacks are too slow and can't kill me at all." Yi Jue said with a smile, as if he had defeated the opponent.

"Hmph! Senior brother Yi Jue, don't be too arrogant. You are indeed very strong. I admit that I am not as good as you." Lin Fei shouted unconvinced.

Hearing these words, Yi Jue smiled and said: "Junior brother Lin is right. I admit that I am not as good as you, but my strength is indeed very powerful. There is no doubt about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Jue suddenly punched out and hit Lin Fei hard on the chest.

"Bang!"

"Plop!"

Yi Jue punched down, directly hitting Lin Fei's chest, sending him flying backwards and falling heavily to the ground.

Lin Fei felt a tightness in his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and slid out uncontrollably.

"Cough cough cough..."

Severe pain spread from his chest, and Lin Fei felt as if his internal organs were about to be smashed.

"Senior Brother Yi Jue, you are too despicable. I lost."

Yi Jue didn't respond and walked straight off the competition stage.

Lin Fei struggled to stand up, but was helped up by a disciple and sent to the healing room.

After the referee came on stage to announce the result, the competition was over.

"Yi Jue wins."

"Yi Jue's strength is really abnormal. It's normal for Lin Fei to lose."

"Yi Jue, you are really amazing. This time I won."

Seeing that Yi Jue won the game, the disciples around him gave thumbs up and praised him heartily.

Yi Jue nodded slightly. He was not proud of his victory. Instead, he looked calm and relaxed.

Seeing Yi Jue's condescending look, Yi Jue couldn't help but frown.

"Can you really win the afternoon showdown? Alas..." Yi Yan sighed and sat down in the room.

…

Hisoka followed Yao Lao in another direction, but Yao Lao didn't say a word on the way.

Chapter 891 You still don’t understand the meaning of this fighting competition

"Master, where are we going?" Hisoka couldn't help but ask.

"The competitions in the promotion field are separate. Your competition stage is on the other side of the square." Yao Lao said slowly.

"There are still such rules!" Hisoka was stunned and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"If you want to participate, I can take you there now. If you don't want to, you can end it now." Yao Lao reminded.

"Ah? Why don't I participate?" Hisoka asked doubtfully.

Hearing this, Yao Lao shook his head and said, "You still don't understand the meaning of this fighting competition."

Hisoka frowned and said, "What?"

Yao Lao sighed, "It's okay, let's go and fight."

"Yes! Master."

After that, Yao Lao took Hisoka to another competition venue.

Hisoka followed Yao Lao to the square and saw that hundreds of students had already gathered in the competition venue, and the number was still increasing.

"Are all these students spectators?" Hisoka asked doubtfully.

"Not bad." Yao Lao smiled and nodded, "It seems that there are many more people who want to watch your game than the other one."

"Another one? Is it Yi Jue's one?" Hisoka asked.

Yao Lao did not answer, but continued to walk forward.

Soon, the two came to the entrance of the square, and the competition was about to begin.

"Go ahead, win this competition, and I'll tell you something." Yao Lao said.

Hearing this, Hisoka nodded immediately and said, "Yes."

After saying that, Hisoka entered the square.

Looking at Hisoka's back, Yao Lao shook his head slightly, and then stepped into the square.

"Master, I'm going to compete first." Hisoka waved to Yao Lao and then entered the competition venue.

Hisoka's opponent this time is a young man named Wang Yang, and the two have similar cultivation levels.

"Hahaha, Hisoka, I didn't expect that I would meet you. You are indeed very strong." Wang Yang laughed loudly and looked at Hisoka with a mocking look on his face.

Hisoka smiled coldly and said, "Wang Yang, stop talking nonsense and take action."

Hearing this, Wang Yang's face darkened and he said coldly: "Xisuo, are you looking down on me?"

While speaking, Wang Yang clapped his palm, and a strong wind suddenly hit him, blowing up a cloud of dust.

"boom!"

The palms of the two collided, causing an earth-shaking loud noise that made people's scalp numb.

"So strong!" Hisoka's face changed slightly.

"Hmph!" Wang Yang showed a trace of disdain on his face and said, "Hisoka, you just rely on medicine to improve your strength. Compared with me, you are far behind."

"Yeah?"

Hisoka snorted coldly and said: "Wang Yang, don't think that I am the same rubbish as you. Let me tell you, today I will use practical actions to prove to you who is the real genius."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly struck out with a palm, and the palm force was like a tidal wave, surging.

"call!"

The wind from the palm swept around, raising dust all over the sky.

When Wang Yang saw this, the expression on his face froze slightly.

"How is it possible? Why did his palm power suddenly increase?"

Wang Yang's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Crack!"

The next second, Wang Yang was slapped to the ground by Xisuo.

"It's impossible for you to defeat me. I'm the pinnacle of fighters at the same level." Wang Yang struggled to get up and said with a look of reluctance.