all the way to fairy

Chapter 971 Preliminary Test

"Good luck to you, pretty boy!" He glared at Wei Lin, looking unrepentant.

Then he held his neck and shouted: "Today I, Xiao An, was unlucky and bumped into the muzzle of Luodian's gun. I admit defeat! I, Xiao An, am responsible for all my work and will not harm others!"

After roaring, he slapped the top of his head with a palm, and the bright red blood rolled out. He fell down before it dripped, and the endless fairy light flowed out and disappeared.

Shao Haoluo raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "He is a bloody person. What a pity."

Xiao Liangshu lowered his eyes to cover the surging emotions in his eyes, and after a long time he raised his eyes to look at Shao Haoluo: "Is Luodian satisfied with this explanation?"

Shao Haoluo glanced at Song Zizhuo, who was silent at the side, snorted lightly, and called to Wei Lin: "Let's go!"

The next process went smoothly, and soon it was Wei Lin's turn. His opponent was a square-faced man in the late stage of Yi Taiyi Golden Immortal. What's more, there was a ferocious scar on his left cheek.

Even in the intermediate star field, it is extremely easy for a monk to regenerate a broken limb, let alone a small scar on the Xingque Immortal.

This scar can remain on his face, either because the big man has a special habit and left a pattern on purpose, or because the thing that hurt him is so special that even the Xingque elixir cannot repair the wound.

There were people booing around him, so he immediately laughed and said: "There is no suspense in this competition."

"That's not necessarily true. Wei Lin is very strong, and Xin Qigui is also famous. Back then, he was chased by the Lezheng clan and escaped from the demon clan."

"But pull him down. The Yue Zheng family who is chasing him is a side branch of the side branch. How can he compare with Yuan Fei of the Tana family..."

From people's comments, Wei Lin understood the experience of his opponent.

Xin Qigui was born at the bottom of the family and became a demon hunter at a young age. He slowly grew up relying on his fierceness and cunning.

One time, the demons besieged Danling City, and the main forces of the immortals were pinned down. They could not find rescuers. Xin Qigui's demon-hunting team went deep into the demonic hinterland and assassinated the favorite great-great-granddaughter of the demon general who besieged Danling City. .

The Lezheng clan demon general was so angry that he abandoned the army and pursued the hunt himself. The demon hunting team was killed and injured. In the end, only Xin Qigui escaped alive. The scars on his face were from the Lezheng clan's unique knowledge. Left behind by the Sky Shattering Fist.

The faces of everyone in the Qingyu faction were a bit ugly. Although with Wei Lin's strength, it was not impossible to defeat Xin Qigui, but it would be difficult. And if he keeps encountering opponents whose cultivation level is higher than his own, Wei Lin will not be able to get far under repeated consumption.

Before Wei Lin, the opponents from Lantau who had their turn were all higher in cultivation than themselves. There was nothing fishy about it, and no one would believe it.

Wei Lin stood up slowly, straightened his large sleeve robe, and tucked it into his sleeves. "This situation has been anticipated for a long time. Just keep fighting."

With that said, he lightly jumped onto the ring, summoned the Moli Sword, and nodded slightly to Xin Qigui: "Lingyu sent guard Lin, please give me some advice."

Xin Qigui snorted coldly and rushed toward Wei Lin like lightning. In an instant, he was in front of Wei Lin. A sharp ax appeared in his hand and struck at Wei Lin with murderous intent.

The ax blade cut down, and 'Wei Lin' split into two parts from the top of his head, and quickly dissipated. It turned out that it was just an afterimage.

Xin Qigui's expression remained unchanged, he raised his elbow and twisted his wrist, and the ax drew a sharp arc in the air and flew to the right.

The moment the ax flew past, Wei Lin's figure seemed to be formed out of thin air under the ax blade, split in half and then disappeared again...

"I didn't expect Xin Qigui to be so fast!" someone in the crowd shouted, obviously surprised. Xin Qigui is known for his fierceness and his chubby figure. Such people are usually not good at speed. Many people can't help but be wary and secretly warn themselves not to judge people by their appearance.

In the arena, figures chased each other, and auras intertwined, but there was no real confrontation yet.

People's eyes chased the two, and they were gradually dazzled, unable to tell who was who. I don't know how much time passed, but finally there was a soft clang sound, Ling Ran's sword intent spread across the sky, and the green leaves were seen sweeping across the stage, covering the sky and the sun.

Accompanied by a muffled groan, a flash of snow-white sword light lit up in the vast green, tearing and suppressing Qing Yi.

When the wind cleared and the smoke settled, people finally saw the result of the first fight: Wei Lin was holding a blue sword, floating above the southeast of the ring, breathing messy and sweating like rain, obviously not relaxed.

Xin Qigui stood in the northeast of the arena, his breathing was steady, his spiritual energy was harmonious, and his energy consumption was not great. However, his face was cold and solemn, and he looked at Wei Lin with solemn and fearful eyes.

"Look at his left waist!"

Someone shouted. People looked at the left waists of the two players and soon discovered a thin blood line at the back of Xin Qigui's left waist.

He was wearing black clothes, the wound was small, and the blood color was not obvious. It would be difficult to detect it if you didn't look closely.

People couldn't help but gasp. Most of the people present had not seen Wei Lin kill Yuan Fei with their own eyes. Although they were horrified by rumors, they had not seen it with their own eyes. Now that they saw Wei Lin fighting Xin Qigui, who was a level higher than themselves, they were shocked. His horror is intuitive.

Xin Qigui narrowed his eyes slightly, calmly tightened the ax in his hand, and sneered: "You are very strong, but that's the end of it."

As he spoke, he let go of the ax and began to knead. The ax suddenly rose into the air, swaying with colorful rays of light. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant ax that covered the sky, suspended in the sky. The powerful coercion caused the airflow below to surge and smoke. diffuse.

Wei Lin frowned, feeling strange in his heart, but he didn't know what the strange feeling was.

He didn't think about it carefully. In his mind, the shark's gauze lit up to protect his vitals, and he struck Xin Qigui with a flash of light, followed closely by bits of gray mist.

After suppressing the Eight Wastelands, the wind and frost swords poured out one after another, and the Xiaoxiao sword struck Xin Qigui's defensive fairy weapon. The fairy weapon flashed sharply, and the light dimmed quickly, and it only broke open in an instant.

Xin Qigui was stunned. He quickly glanced at his defensive weapon, and then looked blankly at Wei Lin who was approaching him, his eyes full of surprise: "You..."

Wei Lin's expression remained unchanged, and his sword moves continued one after another.

boom!

Xin Qigui's defensive weapon was damaged. Wei Lin's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to attack Xin Qigui with two sword intents.

"Hiss!" Xin Qigui felt pain and hurriedly paused the kneading technique to form a protective fairy shield.

At this time, Wei Lin, who was supposed to attack every second, suddenly stopped and retreated violently until he reached the edge of the ring. Immortal light surged in front of him, erecting layers of barriers.

A trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in Xin Qigui's eyes, and he only condensed a layer of protective fairy shield before continuing to perform the secrets hurriedly.

boom!

After the magic formula was completed, the giant ax in the sky struck down hard, like thunder falling from the sky, like a dragon swooping down, and the terrifying power was overwhelming.

(End of this chapter)