Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 91 Absolute Suppression! (Update )
Yin Wuya stepped forward and twisted his body to go straight up.

A small dagger flew up and down, but was easily blocked by Lin Jian.

"Why don't you draw your sword?" Lin Jian frowned in confusion.

It was understandable that he used that small palm-sized dagger during the illusion attack, but now that they were in a head-on confrontation, why didn't he use the sword in his arms?

Holding it rigidly, it felt like a decoration.

Yin Wuya gripped the hilt of the sword with force, a cold smile on his face, his voice as hoarse and low as a venomous snake crawling in the darkness, "You are worthy?"

OK OK.

Lin Jian smiled.

He unsheathed the long sword in his hand and refused to hold back.

With the help of the battle march, his sword skills burst out with all his strength, and as his figure flashed, the sword light filled the entire arena.

Bai Jingxuan's eyes in the stands glowed slightly as she lost herself in some memories.

Apart from her, no one has ever seen Lin Jian truly display his sword skills to his full potential.

Even in the round-robin fighting arena held within the sect, the swordsmanship that those people saw of his senior brother was not even a fraction of his true level.

During the round-robin battle, my senior brother had used the Lingying Fenguang Sword and the Flying Sword Technique. The only thing he had not used again was the astonishing speed he had used in the first battle with me that day.

Only when you face that speed yourself, you will know how strong the pressure brought by your senior brother is.

No one realized that when the senior brother used his body to wield the sword, his speed was three times faster than the Flying Sword Technique.

I, who was defeated by my senior brother in the beginning... was never what others called "immature".

Combat marching is the most basic speed guarantee, and combined with Lin Jian's terrifying basic swordsmanship level, the two together become the most terrifying monster combination in the foundation-building period.

There were no fancy techniques, only absolute mastery of swordsmanship.

The stage where the sword cultivator is standing is so pure.

Yin Wuya also wants to be pure.

He is also very fast.

Being able to cross a distance of ten feet in just three breaths of "time stop" to get behind the opponent and cut his throat, this is the confidence that the hidden cultivation method gives him.

However, it only takes two breaths to complete the same action and start a combat march in the forest.

It seems to be only a breath away, but in fact it is fifty percent away.

But he still refused to draw his sword, relying on the inch-long dagger in his hand to face the three-foot-long sword in the forest, and he only felt more suffocated.

He wants to be pure, but he is unable to be pure.

This is absolute suppression from the opponent!

Only the secret method of seclusion can be used.

However, even with the use of the secret method of seclusion, Yin Wuya gradually felt that he was being seen through.

Those light golden pupils would occasionally look at himself after he had just flashed past, and the long sword in his hand would point precisely at the position where he was about to appear.

Although the success rate is not very high, I was able to guess correctly twice out of three at the beginning.

If he continued, he felt that the other party would completely understand the key secret technique of the hermit, the Shadow Step, which was his livelihood.

No!

This can't go on like this!

Yin Wuya was furious and took advantage of the moment when he was knocked away by Lin Jian's sword to quickly write runes with his blood.

The entire figure flying backwards in the air instantly turned into ten black shadows, attacking the forest from all directions one after another.

The figure in the forest flashed, and after pausing for a moment, he stroked the sword with his sword finger. After a flash of brilliant light, the whole person disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The ten directions of the sword penetrate the rainbow!
The sharp black shadow launched a deadly attack, and the dazzling sword light cut through the messy broken lines.

The figures of the two monks on the field were almost unpredictable, and everyone stared at the ring nervously waiting for the final result.

"The youngsters nowadays are really becoming more and more amazing..." Elder Jian Chun admired softly from the referee's seat.

Putting aside other factors, the kid from Zhengyang Sect really made him happy.

It's been ages since I've seen such a pure swordsman. I wonder what the hell the people in the sect's recruiting department are up to? How could they let such a talented swordsman slip through the cracks? The Lingyun Sect elder, upon witnessing his disciple's decisive move, had already opened a bottle of champagne. He reached out and embracing Elder Tong of the Zhengyang Sect, said with a look of regret, "It's just a small victory. Sorry for the small one."

The art of seclusion is different from that of sword cultivation, and Wuya's move has a different meaning.

The boy surnamed Lin was hit in an instant, and his subsequent reaction could only be to remedy the situation.

However, I have to say that this kid's reaction is really top-notch. The moment he knew he was hit, he was able to think of using this random slashing method to try to break the situation. He really has unparalleled potential.

When he thought that this kid was only at the first level of foundation building, he felt even more jealous.

How could the Zhengyang Sect be so lucky to pick up a treasure of this level?

What a pity, after all, our Wuya is more skilled... right?

The sword light disappeared, and Lin Jian, wearing a warm yellow sect uniform, placed a single sword on Yin Wuya's shoulder. He pressed the sword diagonally and asked one last time, "Why don't you unsheathe it?"

A sneer flashed across Yin Wuya's cold, pale face, and he said in a hoarse, disdainful voice, "Are you worthy enough?"

With a "pa" sound, Lin Jian used the sword as a stick and hit Yin Wuya's chest fiercely.

Under the impact of the true energy, Yin Wuya's legs softened and he fell to the ground instantly.

The outcome of this battle has been decided.

The elder of Lingyun Sect on the stage suddenly stood up with bloodshot eyes, "How is this possible?!"

Elder Tong felt so happy that he felt like every pore in his body was breathing, and the fear he had just felt because the other party was too confident was instantly thrown out of his mind.

"It's just a small victory. I'm so sorry."

Lin Jian glanced at the referee's seat, smiled and bowed.

He almost got caught just now...if it weren't for the Divine Chain.

At the moment when Yin Wuya drew the talisman in mid-air with his blood and essence, he truly felt that the heaven and earth were turning upside down and time and space were in chaos.

Even though he had intentionally opened his sharp pupils to guard against the "time stop" illusion at the beginning, he still inevitably fell into the trap.

At that moment, Lin Jian felt that his perception was completely confused, and his perception of distance, size, and order was completely blurred.

However, the next moment, a chain engraved with runes fell from the sky, and all these abnormal perceptions disappeared in an instant.

Later... in a pure duel of moves, how could Yin Wuya be his opponent?
The first match against Lingyun Sect was won!
At the same time, the battle in the next ring was also coming to an end.

The cunning Pingding Sect did not use Gongshu Ye as a killing weapon at all. Just like Sun Qinghan's strategy, they directly gave up the battle that they were likely to lose, and kept enough energy to prepare to deal with Zhengyang and Lingyun Sects after a fierce battle.

"Please rest for a while, disciples of all sects. The second round of team elimination will begin in two hours!"

"In the second round, Xianyi Sect will face Lingyun Sect, and Zhengyang Sect will face Pingding Sect."

"Please, disciples from each sect, prepare the battle order list during the two-hour break and submit it to the referee for confirmation. Failure to do so will be considered a forfeit."

At the relaxed refereeing table, the elder of the Pingding Sect took the initiative to look at Elder Tong and greeted him, "Your Zhengyang Sect has truly produced a talented young man. He's already so impressive at the first level of Foundation Establishment. If he reaches the fourth level, won't he be able to soar even higher?"

Other elders on the side also spoke up, "If you ask me, sword cultivators are still the most powerful. In this limited space encounter space, other cultivators and sword cultivators are completely no match."

"Yes! Among the four sects, only the leading disciple of Zhengyang Sect is a sword cultivator. They are likely to win this competition."

The Pingding Sect elders listened to their conversation with a smile, then clasped their fists and said to Elder Tong, "Next time we face our Pingding Sect, I hope your disciples will show mercy for the sake of our brother sect."

Elder Tong, who was carried high up, looked very happy. "Of course! Of course!"

But in his heart he sneered, 'You're trying to play the trick of first suppressing and then praising me! If you want to step on me, then I'll step on you hard!'

"Want to slap me in the face? Defeat Lin Jian first!"

Amidst the bustle, someone spotted the gloomy-looking elder of Lingyun Sect and wanted to liven up the atmosphere and please him.

"Why isn't Elder Du speaking?"

"Elder Du, what's your disciple's ranking on the Hidden Killer Ranking?"

"..."

The breath became even colder.

Elder Du gave a cold look to the elder from the small sect who asked the question, which made the other party have doubts in his mind.

Isn't it a big boss? I'm helping you become famous. Why are you still angry?

(End of this chapter)