With a flash of white light, a white-hilted iron sword stabbed out and went straight for the middle-aged man's right shoulder. The middle-aged man raised his sword to block it. Before he could use his full strength, the middle-aged man shook his wrist and used Army Obliteration to slash at the youth. The youth suddenly swung his iron sword down and blocked the middle-aged man's sword. Bing Bing Peng Peng! The two swords clashed, and in the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged seven or eight moves. The middle-aged man's move," Splitting the Mountain," was aimed at the youth's head. The young man did not show any signs of weakness. He quickly dodged to the left and stabbed at the middle-aged man's thigh with his right hand.
The two of them attacked without mercy and went all out.
The martial arts of the two people fighting in the arena were ordinary. They were only at the third-rate realm. In the eyes of ordinary people, they were not bad, but in Lin Xuan's eyes, they were like children playing house. Lin Xuan sat in his seat and closed his eyes. He released his perception and discovered a person standing in a corner of the training ground and peeking. If Lin Xuan guessed correctly, this person was Zhong Ling.
The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes slowly opened. He looked at the northeast corner of the training ground and smiled slightly. Then, he looked at the two people fighting in the field.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already exchanged more than eighty moves, and their sword moves were getting more and more fierce. Some sweat had already appeared on their foreheads, but they still had not decided the victor. All of a sudden, the middle-aged man's sword move was so fierce that it seemed like he had used too much strength. His body swayed slightly as if he was about to fall. The young man surnamed Duan, who had just asked about the Fist God's fame, could not help but burst out laughing. Then, he realized that he had lost his composure and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
At this moment, the youth who was fighting in the arena took the opportunity to strike out with his palm, striking the middle-aged man's chest. The man quickly took a step back to avoid it, and the iron sword in his hand suddenly trembled, stabbing directly at the youth's thigh. The young man had used up all of his strength and had yet to regain his strength. He watched helplessly as the iron sword stabbed into his right leg. The young man staggered, his iron sword on the ground as he stood up to fight again.
The middle-aged man had already sheathed his iron sword. He cupped his fists and smiled."Junior brother, thank you for letting me go. Are your injuries serious?”
The youth's face was pale as he gritted his teeth and replied,""Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother.”
At this moment, Zuo Zimu was the happiest. Seeing his disciple win, he smiled and said,"The Eastern Sect has won this round. Including the previous two rounds, the Eastern Sect has won a total of three rounds. It seems that the Eastern Sect will have to stay in the Sword Lake Palace for another five years! Haha!"
The middle-aged Daoist nun Xin Shuangqing's face was ashen. She only snorted and did not say anything else.
"Young hero Lin, this is the Infinite Sword School's sword duel. Do you think it's worthy of your eyes?”Zuo Zimu asked Lin Xuan as if he was presenting a treasure.
"Hehe, you are too polite, Head Zuo. Your sect's sword competition is indeed a good way to prosper the sect!”Lin Xuan did not say that the sword fight was not exciting, nor did he answer whether it was interesting or not. He only said the benefits of the sword fight.
"The girl on the beam has been watching for so long, aren't you coming down to drink some tea?”Just as he finished answering Zuo Zimu, Lin Xuan raised his head and looked at the beam in the northeast with a smile.
"Eh? How did you find me?" A young girl's surprised voice sounded from the beam in the northeast corner.
"Who is it?"
The people in the training ground followed Lin Xuan's gaze and saw a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old in green sitting on the beam.
Other than Lin Xuan, no one present realized that the people who originally had some doubts about Lin Xuan's name as the Fist God no longer had any doubts at this moment. More people looked at Lin Xuan with admiration.
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