Xuanhuan: I Can Become Stronger By Playing Games

"Defeat without a fight, why?"

After Lin Kun conceded defeat, Lin Qing immediately advanced without a fight. After a commotion, the elder glanced at Lin Kun in surprise, then withdrew his gaze and reported the next set of numbers.

On the battlefield, the battle continues.

However, at this moment, a man with a long knife on his waist and a sturdy eyebrow, straightened away from the crowd and walked into the crowd of the branch of Heisha City, his eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at Lin Kun.

His name is Lin Dong, and he is a disciple of the branch of Xishan City.

Similar to the branch of Heisha City, most of the Lin clan branch of Xishancheng practiced the sword technique, so when he was on the flying boat, Lin Dong noticed Lin Kun, a black-clothed swordsman who was wielding sword light in the battle stage.

When two swordsmen meet, they will definitely fight.

In addition, Lin Dong's strength is not weak. Therefore, in the Feizhou battle stage, Lin Dong and Lin Kun fought hard to separate, and after each other, each other's victory and defeat.

Moreover, after the second round of points battle trials, Lin Dong clearly felt that Lin Kun's sword intent was more condensed than that on the flying boat. Although the realm did not break through, it was obviously more powerful!

Right now, Lin Dong and Lin Kun are both entering the third round of the competition.

Originally, seeing Lin Kun playing against Lin Qing, Lin Dong was already interested and stared at the stage.

But I didn't expect that Lin Kun would admit defeat and lose without a fight!

"I thought it was a war, but you just conceded defeat, tell me, why?"

Lin Dong stared at Lin Kun.

At this moment, he was very puzzled.

Around him, a terrifying sword intent with spiritual pressure erupted, directly covering Lin Kun.

A real swordsman, keep moving forward!

However, Lin Kun's actions directly made him dumbfounded, which was not in line with his understanding of the swordsman at all!

The ranking is only a few high, so how can you lose without a fight?

The fierce sword intent was oppressive, like a hill, pressing down on Lin Kun, but Lin Kun himself possessed the sword intent, so he didn't move at all.

Seeing that Lin Kun was unmoved, a flash of anger flashed in Lin Dong's eyes, he could even resist his sword intent, why should he be afraid of a Lin Qing who was at the second level of true essence?

Immediately, sarcastically, he opened his mouth.

"Lin Kun, I thought you were a good opponent, but I didn't think so. It was I who looked down on you. If you lose without a fight, a person like you is simply a swordsman."

"Why do you still keep the knife? It's better to throw it away!"

The disciples of the branch of Heisha City turned red when they heard the words, and glared at Lin Dong.

It is the highest humiliation to let the swordsman throw away the knife in his hand!

However, Lin Kun was silent, completely ignoring this.

Indeed, he is stronger now than before.

But it was only after experiencing Lin Qing's sword, and after thinking and recollection, that he realized something from Lin Qing's sword, and suppressed the sword intent even more condensed.

In fact, even now, Lin Kun still reminisces about the sword that Lin Qing defeated him!

Therefore, Lin Kun knew in his heart.

Even if he has become stronger now, it is impossible to compete with that sword, let alone Lin Qing's opponent!

Lin Qing's horror, he has personally experienced it, he can't fake it!

He will challenge Lin Qing again sooner or later, but not now, he is not qualified yet.

At this moment, several battles continued on the battlefield.

As time goes by, occasionally there will be front-line disciples who will come to power and fight against the main line Tianjiao, but without exception, almost all of them are swept out, and it seems that they are almost powerless to fight back.

Many disciples of the branch line are awe-inspiring.

Obviously, this main vein Tianjiao is extremely powerful!

Among the branches, there are only ten people in the top 100. At present, almost half of them have been eliminated. It seems that they can only pin their hopes on Lin Zhenbei and Lin Yan.

These two will definitely compete with the main line Tianjiao, and become the ultimate hope of many branch children!

"Lin Qing, No. 88, against Lin Dong, No. 84!"

At this time, after a battle was over, the elders directly drew lots and reported the numbers.

When everyone heard the words, they felt a little familiar, and the main line Tianjiao even smiled disdainfully.

"People from two branches are interesting. Originally, there were only a few people in the branch, and now I have to fight one more!"

"If I remember correctly, Lin Qing has already consumed one Lin Kun before, and now I don't know what will happen."

For a while, everyone's eyes were focused.

Many of the branch disciples even sighed secretly. Why did they draw two more branches, the second left one, and the chance to compete with the main branch is even slimmer. It seems that all hope is still on Lin Zhenbei and them!

"Oh? Lin Qing?"

In the Xishancheng camp, Lin Dong's tone was slightly ironic.

"Lin Kun, look at it, how did I beat him!"

"The opponent you dare not fight, I will defeat it! From now on, don't tell others that you are a swordsman! You are not worthy!"

Lin Dong had confidence on his face. After mocking Lin Kun, he jumped directly and crashed into the battlefield.

boom!

He was like a hill, holding a long sword, his eyes were cold, and his body was full of condensed fighting intent. The vibrating surrounding aura was constantly oscillating, and a dignified coercion mixed with true essence, slammed down.

In the sky above him, there is a vague formation of true essence, a white mountain of swords several meters high, and the mountain of swords is full of fierce sword intent!

That white, every inch is a sword light!

"Lin Dong in Xishan City, the fifth level of True Yuan!"

boom!

The sound shook the square, and for a while, everyone raised their spirits and their eyes gathered.

"With a little strength, it is not bad to be able to understand such a sword intent in the branch."

"The sword intent is condensed, and there is even a level that is about to break through to the peak of the micro-level, but his opponent's realm is lower."

Everyone was looking forward to it, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the battlefield.

Off the stage, Lin Qing looked indifferent and walked slowly onto the stage.

It's not that Lin Qing is cold or pretentious, but in the eyes of today's Lin Qing, although Lin Dong has a little strength, if he really wants to fight, even if he doesn't use the second dantian, it's just a matter of a sword. So it's hard to get any interest.

"The second level of true essence, Lin Qing in Linfeng City."

Lin Qing came to the stage and spoke lightly.

Lin Dong had been eyeing Lin Qing for a long time, and now he looked at him deeply and felt it carefully.

The mere real yuan double......

"Get down!"

boom!

Along with Lin Dong's roar, he waved the long knife in his hand, the light of the knife was tens of feet long, and the mountain of swords, which was densely covered with knife intent, moved with a sensation, with terrifying pressure of true essence, towards Lin Qing, with Whistling, slashed down!

This knife, Lin Dong is confident, even if it is at the sixth or seventh level of True Yuan, he will not dare to despise it at will.

However, in the eyes of everyone, Lin Qing looked like a fool.

Lin Dong made his move, but Lin Qing didn't seem to notice and remained motionless until the knife light approached Lin Qing.

Lin Qing moved.

hum!

In an instant.

A sword light as bright as thunder, with boundless and sharp sword energy, followed Lin Qing's sword, and burst forth!

The boundless true essence is condensed, and the magnificent sword energy does not seem like something in the world. It is bright and shining, and it suddenly slashes straight out.

The speed has reached the limit!

In the platform, the huge mountain of knives approached Lin Qing, and then it was divided into two and a half. It cut away from both sides of Lin Qing in a silky smoothness, and hit the spiritual barrier of the battle platform, carrying a wave of air. , making a rumbling roar.

After a few breaths, the air waves dissipated.

Everyone looked intently, only to see Lin Qing holding a long sword, silently pointing at Lin Dong's throat.

"I, lost?"

Lin Dong murmured and looked at Lin Qing, his eyes were at a loss.

Himself, just like this... defeated?

The second level of true essence, facing the self of the fifth level of true essence... a sword?

This, is this why Lin Kun conceded defeat?

Previously, Lin Kun had played against Lin Qing?

But when Feizhou's branch, Tianjiao, was fighting for the front, he had never heard of Lin Qing's name...

A sword slashed the mountain of knives, and there were all kinds of sword intentions. In front of him, it was like tofu hitting a stone, and it was simply vulnerable.

If you want to defeat Lin Qing, you must at least crack Lin Qing's sword.

But what about this sword?

Lin Dong was speechless for a long time, his pupils dilated sharply, and he was shocked beyond words.

The whole place, shaking. *