The villain is whitewashed: I don’t want to be a villain even if I am killed

"Yes, it's the dragon-shaped sword intent!"

The audience who saw the shape of Lin Bufan's sword intent opened their mouths uncontrollably.

The God of Sword Intent, which only appears once in tens of thousands of years, may open up the sword intent of spiritual wisdom.

How can it be?

Comprehension of sword intent is limited by cultivation, most people must be above the golden core stage to comprehend it, and only one in a thousand can comprehend it at the golden core stage or above.

But Lin Bufan comprehended it at the eighth stage of foundation establishment.

Moreover, he still comprehends the dragon-shaped sword intent, which is definitely a genius among geniuses!

Even Xiao Chuyi couldn't resist standing up.

He is known as the number one sword cultivator in comprehension, and the sword intent he comprehended was just a sword. Why did the rotten wood in his heart comprehend the dragon-shaped sword intent?
This is not scientific at all!

He suddenly discovered that he didn't understand the big apprentice at all.

This feeling is very bad.

But soon, he concealed his expression again, and turned his head to look at Luo Zhiyuan proudly.

"Don't think that only your apprentice can comprehend the sword intent."

"Oh ha ha!" Luo Zhiyuan was also shocked, and quickly covered it up, slapped a haha, and quickly changed his words, "I really don't know Taishan with my eyes.

He is not much different from my Yu'er. "

"Oh! Not much difference?" Xiao Chuyi rolled his eyes at him, but what he said afterwards was very modest.

"Where where?
Fan'er is nothing more than a piece of rotten wood. Compared with your apprentice, he is much inferior. "

"No, Lin Bufan is really good.

Back then, his father took their two brothers to Wanjianzong!
Unfortunately, only one was chosen.

If I had known that he had such good luck, I should have kept him too. "

"Two brothers!" Xiao Chu was taken aback for a moment, he had never heard of Lin Bufan having a brother.

"You don't know yet! It seems that you don't care enough about him!"

Luo Zhiyuan seemed to have caught Xiao Chuyi's braid, and there was a sneer in his eyes.

"His younger brother is also here, and he's also very powerful."

While the two were chatting with each other, the two on the stage had already fought for more than a dozen rounds.

At the beginning, they were testing the waters, and it was not too intense. The faces of the two masters looked very relaxed.

However, all of a sudden, there was a strong wind of the sword, and when the two swords fought together, a huge storm was set off.

The fighting movements of the two became faster and faster, and the shadow of the sword and the sunlight complemented each other, making people dazzled. Cheers and shouts resounded throughout the space.

Xiao Chuyi and Luo Zhiyuan stood up at the same time, and they both saw that Lin Bufan had the upper hand for the time being.

"Yu'er, the best defense is to attack, don't just think about attacking the opponent, don't let the opponent find a loophole."

But Xiao Chuyi found that he couldn't give Lin Bufan any advice, because the moves used by the big apprentice were all unfamiliar to him.

And he knew very well in his heart that Lin Bufan had very strong opinions on him and was very repulsive.

If he is the conductor at this moment, perhaps he will only play the piano against the cow.

The fighting on the stage became more and more intense. Between the swords and swords, there was a strong wind outside the arena, and the clothes of many monks were blown up.

Qiu Shiyu's forehead began to sweat finely, he knew that he had finally met his opponent.

For him, it was not that difficult to take the first place in various major competitions, and sometimes he won it without exerting all his strength.

Now it was the first match, and he was not sure of winning.

On the contrary, in the process of dueling with the opponent, Lin Bufan did not use all his strength, but was trying to figure out the opponent's routine.

According to the original plot, Qiu Shiyu will eventually lose to junior brother Meng Yixuan, so he still has some confidence in his heart.

"Oh!" Xiao Chuyi said sadly, "Fan'er was injured not long ago, how can his body bear this beating?"

"Injured!" Luo Zhiyuan heard it, but couldn't tell what it was like.

He thought to himself, if Lin Bufan hadn't been injured, wouldn't his apprentice be easily defeated by him?
After hundreds of rounds of fierce fighting, Lin Bufan almost figured out the opponent's sword moves and routines, and began to counterattack one by one, each move was more mysterious and unpredictable, and each move was more unpredictable than the last.

The audience below became more and more excited, and some of them started shouting slogans again.

Over the years, Qiu Shiyu has long been famous and has countless fans, while Lin Bufan is a stranger to them.

Even if he had shown his dragon-shaped sword intent just now, he still couldn't gain many fans.

Therefore, everyone who slipped away was cheering for Qiu Shiyu.

However, Qiu Shiyu, who was at a disadvantage, became even more impetuous when he heard the cheers. If his mentality was not good, loopholes would easily appear, and Lin Bufan took advantage of the loopholes if he was not careful.

The Dragon Crying Sword pierced through the gust of wind, the roar of the dragon-like sword resounded through the eardrums, and a snow-white sword shadow pierced his life gate.

The shouts at the scene stopped abruptly, thinking that the genius might have died.

In such an important match, accidentally killing the opponent would not be regarded as a felony, and it was only a symbolic criticism and education.

Therefore, every time there is a competition, some disciples will die on the competition stage.

Luo Zhiyuan in the audience was so anxious that his heart jumped into his throat, and when he wanted to disregard the rules of the game and fly over to save his apprentice, he found that the sword had changed direction, and the sword intent in the shape of a dragon's head was only passing by the opponent's helix.

Returning to their seats one by one, they secretly developed a good impression of Lin Bufan.

Although this child is only a little foundation-building cultivator, he has a certain strength of character. In such an important match, what he wants is not to hurt his opponent.

It stands to reason that Lin Bufan had already let Qiu Shiyu go, so he should take the initiative to admit defeat.

But Qiu Shiyu's eyes were already red with anxiety, and he fought back desperately, using a terrifying ultimate move, and then shifted his shape and shape, changed his position, and stabbed Lin Bufan's heart with his back sword.

If it was an ordinary person, there would probably be no way to avoid this fatal sword between the flashes and flints.

But Lin Bufan seemed to have eyes behind him, and he fell down at a high speed, causing the opponent's sword to stab through the air.

Just when the opponent was about to make up the second sword, he didn't expect that Lin Bufan had already changed his position on the ground, and the Longyin Sword went up against the momentum, piercing the opponent's arm holding the sword.

If Lin Bufan was also ruthless, it might not be as simple as just piercing his arm.

"Ah!" The sword fell at the sound, Qiu Shiyu was bleeding profusely, his face was as pale as paper, and he squatted on the ground in frustration.

As a sword cultivator, dropping the sword is a very embarrassing thing, and there is no possibility of reversing the situation.

But he didn't admit defeat at this point, the elixir was taken in quickly, and the bleeding on his injured right arm was quickly stopped.

The sword flew to his left hand automatically, and he continued to fight Lin Bufan tenaciously.

It's a pity that although he was practicing with both left and right hands, his left hand was still not as smooth as his right hand. After more than ten rounds of fighting, Lin Bufan's sword once again withstood his vital gate.

The fingers pointed at his important acupuncture points, sealing his spiritual power.

Now, he had to admit defeat.

"I, I admit defeat!"

He, who has never tasted failure since he was a child, couldn't accept this fact, looked up at the sky, and endured the tears that were about to flow.