Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 506 Unstoppable Winning Streak! (3 more)
With a flash of her figure, Lin Xian'er landed on the ring with an elegant figure, as graceful as a fairy.

"Oh? She's a beauty!"

A fiery light flashed in the eyes of the disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect on the opposite side.

He secretly rejoiced that he could compete with such a beautiful woman, and he might have to take advantage of it for a while.

"Beauty, what's the future of staying in Wenxianzong? Why don't you come to our Liuyun Jianzong, I have a senior brother to protect you, and I guarantee that you will be promoted to the inner sect soon. After three years, if you stand here again, that's terrible." The winner is the one who enjoys the honor, not the shame!"

"Nonsense, are you done?"

Lin Xian'er said calmly.

"Forehead……"

The disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect was obviously taken aback.Lin Xian'er's attitude made him seem to have an illusion.

He suddenly felt that this woman might turn him over in the gutter.

"Whether it's an honor or a shame, it seems that the conclusion has not yet been made." Lin Xian'er smiled.

Even if you don't have yourself, even if you ask the disciples of Xianzong to lose ten games in a row.

However, even if the two masters of Liuyun Sword Sect and Qiankun Sect were tied together, they would probably be completely abused by Ling Feng.

"Hmph, naive!"

The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple put away his underestimation, Lin Xian'er's calmness gave him a sense of danger.

"Floating Cloud and Falling Sun Sword!"

With a roar, the disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect moved!

It has to be said that Liuyun Sword Sect is the only sword sect among the last three, and the sword skills of its disciples are indeed quite impressive.

However, in front of the elites of Tianli Academy, there are only two words: garbage!

Swish!
Lin Xian'er's body was like a ghost, with only one side, she punched that disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect's abdomen fiercely at an extremely tricky angle.

"Oh!"

A figure flew upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

The next moment, the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple fell heavily on the ground, pointed at Lin Xian'er, gritted his teeth and roared, "You—"

The sound stopped abruptly, because in the next moment, the severe pain had completely knocked him out.

"Ask about the name of Xianzong, don't be insulted."

Lin Xian'er stood proudly on the stage, no matter because of Ling Feng or because of her biological father whom she had never met.

Deep down in her heart, she had already considered herself a member of Wen Xianzong on the spot.

"it is good!"

This was Wen Xianzong's first victory, and it also made the disciples of Wen Xianzong cheer loudly.

After seven consecutive defeats, Wenxianzong finally ushered in its first victory!

Elder Yao obviously also had a smile on his face, and said with a chuckle: "As expected of the future wife in charge."

"Elder Yao, it's better not to joke about this kind of thing." Ling Feng shook his head and smiled.

Elder Yao narrowed his eyes, "Isn't it a matter of time? If this fairy girl is the daughter of Junior Brother Duanmu, if you and her can make good things happen, wouldn't it be more intimate."

Ling Feng shook his head and said no more.

Maybe he does have some affection for Lin Xian'er, but it's more of a friendship.

"Hmph, it's just a victory, what are you proud of!"

Cao Tailai, head of Liuyun Sword Sect, snorted coldly, "Wen Xianzong has already lost seven consecutive games, and his results in the disciple battle are destined to be at the bottom!"

From Cao Tai's point of view, even if Lin Xian'er is really capable, she can only win three or four games at most.

Even if we add another four or five points to Wen Xianzong, it will not affect the overall situation.

However, Lin Xian'er's subsequent achievements surprised everyone in Liuyun Sword Sect and Qiankun Sect.

Lin Xian'er stood on the stage, turning the compass frequently, and every time the opponent was selected, almost none of them could catch her three moves.

Soon, Lin Xianer's results changed from one win to three in a row!
Five straight wins!
Seven consecutive victories!
Ten consecutive victories!
After a seven-game losing streak, Wen Xianzong won an astonishing ten-game winning streak all at once, and his score changed from zero to eighteen points all of a sudden. (According to the rules, after winning two games in a row, each win will count as two points.)
With this result, Wen Xianzong became the first among the three sects!

"No, it's impossible!"

"Who is that little girl? How can Xianzong have such a powerful disciple?"

"Damn it, damn it!"

Whether it was Liuyun Sword Sect or Qiankun Sect, it was obvious that under Lin Xian'er's strength, they became panicked.

And from the beginning to the end, no one even caused Lin Xian'er to suffer any slight injuries.

Is this really the power of the same dimension?Is it really a duel between the Pulse Condensation Realms?

In the eyes of these Jiuliu sects, it is impossible to understand why the gap can be so large in the same pulse condensing state.

"Next, Jiayi, Ximen Chuiliu from Liuyun Sword Sect will be invited to play!"

Daoist Tianyun's voice has changed from calm to shock.

No wonder the young head of Wen Xianzong looked so calm. It turned out that there was such a trump card hidden in Wen Xianzong.

However, now it was the turn of Liuyun Jianzong's ace to play.

Ximen Chuiliu, after all, is a genius who has comprehended the rudimentary form of the Sword Intent, maybe he won't be killed by Lin Xian'er like the previous players.

Ximen Chuiliu felt that he was under a lot of pressure.

He is the biggest trump card of Liuyun Sword Sect. If he also loses, it means that apart from the first four or five victories, Liuyun Sword Sect will lose all of them.

This seems to be more shameful than Wen Xianzong's seven-game losing streak!

"Chui Liu, show your [-] points of strength, don't keep your sword intent, you must not lose to that girl!"

Cao Tailai clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth with hatred.

"Don't worry, Sect Leader, my Ice Soul Sword Intent is not easy to deal with!" Ximen Chuiliu flew up to the high platform, and immediately opened his sword intent.

Oh no, strictly speaking, it's just the prototype of Sword Intent.

However, although it is only a prototype, it has already begun to have a certain degree of lethality.

In the entire arena, the temperature dropped instantly, and the robe that Ximen was blowing was automatic in the absence of wind.

"Junior Sister, next, you will taste the taste of failure. Once this sword is drawn, you will be defeated!"

In front of Ximen's forehead, a strand of hair fluttered in the wind.

He was standing sideways in a chic manner, dressed in white, floating in the air, and the saber at his waist was buzzing and trembling.

"Ximen Chuiliu! When it's time, don't pretend to be B!" Cao Tailai was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "Hurry up and make a move for the master!"

"Chong!"

With a sound of a sword cry, Ximen Chuiliu's saber suddenly came out of its sheath, and then, a cold light flashed across.

"One sword to the west, cold light Kyushu!"

When Ximen Chuiliu made a move, it was a mysterious swordsmanship that he had learned by chance.

He had never used this move in front of outsiders before, but under Lin Xian'er's strength, he had to use his ability to suppress the bottom of the box.

"The posture is quite strong, but is this power enough?"

Lin Xian'er put two fingers together, and a lavender light condensed on the fingertips, unexpectedly holding the tip of Ximen Chuiliu's sword firmly.

The overwhelming sword energy disappeared in an instant, leaving only Ximen Chuiliu hanging in the air, looking at Lin Xian'er in astonishment.

Lin Xian'er had just cracked his ultimate Xuan-level swordsmanship in such an understatement?

Then, a huge force struck backwards from the blade of the sword, and Ximen Chuiliu had no time to react, and was thrown flying violently.

Bang!
His body fell heavily down the stage, and he repeated the mistakes of the previous disciples who were defeated by Lin Xian'er.

Sure enough, in Lin Xian'er's hands, no one could survive, three tricks!

(End of this chapter)