Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 94: Want to learn? I'll teach you (Part )
No matter what others thought, only Gongshu Ye on the stage endured the injustice.

His eyes, red from being shot, became clear. The tough guy who had always been cold and ruthless finally couldn't stand it anymore and retreated to a corner, shouting, "Stop shooting, stop shooting, I can't take it anymore!"

Who can continue to fight when he can't even fight back after being beaten?
Not to mention that unlike the tickling and back rubbing by the two guys just now, this guy's sword energy really hurts when it hits your body!
He felt that his opponent didn't even use his full strength, otherwise he would have been shot four or five times at most and would have gone to hell to meet his mother.

Master never told me that there would be such a thing on the stage before he asked me to participate in the competition!
Seeing Lin Jian drop his hand and land on the ground, Gongshu Ye, with his eyes cleared, looked at Lin Jian eagerly, "How did you do it? Flying and shooting at the same time..."

So cool!

Lin Jian smiled brightly, "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"Really?" Gongshu Ye, who was not fighting, looked quite handsome, just like a lively young man who had not grown up yet.

"Ahem!" The elder on the sidelines was a little unhappy.

What are you doing? Can you give yourself a little face?
The winner has been decided, why don't you go down to change people and still keep chatting here?

Although it is indeed interesting that the young people in the Foundation Establishment Stage can fly in the battle, it is just basic operation for those in the Golden Core Stage.

Any other cultivator would be in trouble if they came to this Foundation Establishment level kid. With the slow speed of the Levitation Technique, what kind of magic could he possibly dodge in the sky? He's a sitting duck!

Only this young man from Pingding Sect is a pure punching bag, unable to fight back even when beaten.

"Next!"

Watching the shocking reversal on the stage, the elder of Pingding Sect sat down on his throne with a deathly pale face.

"impossible……"

"It shouldn't be..."

"How can someone in the Foundation Establishment Stage fly and shoot at the same time?"

"And he ejaculated so quickly and violently..."

It's not like he hasn't seen the Thousand Blades Finger before. How could it take such a short time to accumulate power and stab Ye'er so hard that he ran all over the floor in pain?

If this kid's Thousand Blades Finger hadn't been shot so fast, Ye'er might have been able to hold on until the other party's true energy was exhausted.

It's a pity that there is no if in the world.

Elder Tong heard the other person mumbling to himself.

It turns out that smiles in the world never disappear, they just shift.

It was the other person who laughed just now, and now it's his turn.

"What a shame..." Elder Tong's grin almost reached his ears. "I almost got to witness the first one-on-three victory of this competition."

"Oh no! It's also one against three now, but it's just the other way around."

"We didn't want to do this, but we were forced into a desperate situation and had no choice."

"Hey! Since we are all from the same sect, I'll give you a friendly reminder. Our Jian'er's strength is invincible during the Foundation Establishment Stage!"

"Hmph!" The Pingding Sect elder glared at him, swearing to resist to the death. "Why are you so arrogant? He has expended too much energy to defeat our Ye'er. How long can he last with his foundation-building level? We still have two disciples behind us in the Pingding Sect..."

"Next!" The referee's voice interrupted him.

The magic cultivator of Pingding Sect had his protective qi pierced by a sword, and he shouted frantically for surrender.

"We have another disciple..."

"Next!"

The Pingding Sect elder, who had been interrupted twice, looked angrily at the ring elder, "Where the hell is the next one?!"

The arena elder looked at him eagerly, but didn't dare to refute, "But I haven't seen enough..."

Isn't this guy's sword really cool?

Both were sword cultivators fighting against each other, and one of them sent the other back to the stage after just one encounter.

Although he has the momentum of a few victories, his actual strength is really terrifying!

I really want to pick him up. No one wants this disciple, right?
I am a picker.

… “It’s the last game, the last game!”

Seeing Lin Jian kill three people with one sword, Yun Feiyang and others in the stands were overjoyed.

I originally thought that this game was going to be over, and that there would even be the first famous scene of this competition where someone defeated three opponents at once, which would be remembered forever by future generations. However, I never expected that happiness would come so suddenly.

Ping Dingzong, who was planning to defeat three opponents at once, was defeated by his own team at once.

Lin Jian, who returned victorious, received a warm welcome from his senior brothers and sisters.

"Are you hungry, Junior Brother?"

"Are you thirsty, Junior Brother?"

"Junior Brother Jian, I love you so much!"

Several women looked at Yun Feiyang who was speaking, with murderous intent in their eyes.

After the initial excitement, Sun Qinghan began to analyze rationally, "The last match will be difficult. It can even be said that there is no chance at all."

When Lin Jian defeated three opponents at once, she observed the next stage.

Hey! This look didn't make her angry to death.

In the first battle of Lingyun Sect, an individual cultivator was sent out. He relied on his thick skin and strong muscles to run around everywhere, fighting guerrilla warfare and stalling for time. Until he saw Junior Brother Lin here starting to kill everyone, the other side quickly went through the motions and admitted defeat.

The Pingding Sect lost to the Xianyi Sect, and the Lingyun Sect also lost to the Xianyi Sect.

Pingding Sect lost to Zhengyang Sect, and Lingyun Sect also lost to Zhengyang Sect.

The two are completely on the same starting line. Instead of putting their combat power into fighting against the obviously stronger Xianyi Sect, it is better to conserve their combat power and compete with the Heping Ding Sect.

This is what Lingyun Sect thinks.

However, their record is balanced, but what about our side?
Xianyimen did nothing and won these two victories almost for nothing.

On my side, I played every game to the fullest!
And the situation ended up with almost everyone injured.

In this state, do we have any chance of going head-to-head with the Xianyi Sect who are almost undefeated?

Sun Qinghan was a little confused, "This is the last game, how about we just let it go?"

Tomorrow's team battle is where the bulk of the points will be awarded. If our combat power is severely damaged in the final battle to snatch the final winner from the Xianyi Sect, we might even lose tomorrow's base.

In other words, if they preserve their current combat power and give up the confrontation with the Xianyi Sect, as long as they fall behind too much in points in tomorrow's team battle, their Zhengyang Sect can almost secure the second place in this competition.

Choose to secure second place?
Or do you risk falling to third or fourth and strive for first place?

This is the choice facing several people.

"You don't have to go." Lin Jian finally spoke as a leader.

"Ok?"

"I'll be the first to fight." Lin Jian stroked his sword, and saw his own reflection among the black dragon scales that appeared and disappeared. "If I can win, then I will win. If I lose, you will surrender."

"Junior Brother Lin..." Sun Qinghan wanted Lin Jian not to force himself too much.

But he was interrupted directly by Lin Jian.

He raised his handsome eyebrows, his eyes filled with a dazzling smile, and spoke in a gentle tone, "Senior Sister, the spirit of sword cultivation can be broken but not abandoned. If I can't defeat all powerful enemies, what's the point of my sword cultivation?"

Sun Qinghan's head was buzzing, and the other people beside him were not much better.

They couldn't hear clearly what was being said in the forest. It seemed very close, yet also seemed to be floating in the sky.

Like the rolling thunder brewing in the clouds on a spring day.

Rumbling in my heart.

They only vaguely felt that in this world... perhaps a brilliant swordsman would really appear.

(End of this chapter)