Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Early this morning, the dojo was already full of people, except for the Tianjian Pavilion that was taken down, everyone had already arrived.

This day is destined to be a collision between the Holy Land and the Lingxuan Sect. Before the two sides meet, their eyes are intertwined, and a strong fighting spirit erupts.

"Today's first match, let me take the lead." Kong Linger took the lead and volunteered.

"Princess, come on, you will be able to succeed immediately and defeat your opponent."

"The princess must win, we are waiting for your good news!"

Several disciples cheered one after another.

However, when he came to Ye Chen's place, his face was calm, neither sad nor happy, as if he was absent-minded.

Kong Linger slapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? I'm going to be in the ring next, so you don't want to say anything?"

But Ye Chen's eyes were fixed on Lingxuan Sect, especially on a high-level person.

This elder is a woman, whose bone age is over 30 years old, but on the surface she looks less than [-] years old. She is not glamorous, but she has a special style.

Of course, what he looked at was not her appearance, but from her temperament, he could see the shadow of some exercises she practiced on weekdays.

Ye Chen said lightly: "There are few rumors about the Lingxuan Sect from the outside world. Their kung fu techniques coexist with fiction and reality, and they have changed a lot. Be more cautious when fighting, and don't get confused."

Hearing such a sentence, Kong Linger shook her head quite dissatisfied.

"That's all you want to say? Please, I'm a princess. My strength is very powerful. You should wish me success."

Seeing that Ye Chen was still expressionless, like a dead face, she didn't say anything, and walked onto the ring with her mouth pouting.

On the other side, the female elder of the Lingxuan Sect watched Kong Ling'er walk up to the ring on the Holy Land side, and she also pointed at a female disciple.

"Bai Ruxue, you come this time."

The woman in white bowed her hands to the elder, and then stepped onto the ring with light steps, like a dragonfly on water.

As white as snow, as her name suggests, her fair skin and white clothes are almost integrated. This is a young woman with exquisite facial features. She has attracted many people's attention when she first came to the stage.

"The battle between the two beauties will be interesting now."

A casual cultivator stared at the two people on the ring, his eyes were straightened, and he couldn't help murmuring softly.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt a cold light from the side, it turned out to be the female elder of Lingxuan Sect looking at him coldly.

The monk quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

On the stage, Bai Ruxue bowed her hands and said softly: "Bai Ruxue, please teach me, Princess."

Kong Linger nodded in satisfaction, "You are quite polite, I like it, please go ahead."

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen shook his head slightly. Although he hasn't started fighting yet, he has already seen some problems.

Kong Linger seemed to have been aroused by the mood swings, which might have some impact on the ensuing battle.

Originally, in the battle between monks, one should have no sadness or joy in one's heart, fully display martial skills, and give full play to one's own advantages.

So what happens next is a bit hard to say.

Kong Linger waved the long sword lightly in her hand, not as if she was performing a sword skill, but as if she was dancing, her figure was light and her movements were clean and neat.

Her set of Linglong swordsmanship has already been achieved in a small way, which is really amazing.

On the other side, Bai Ruxue's palm slowly drew an arc, as if depicting some strange symbols, although outsiders couldn't understand them, they seemed a bit mysterious.

The slender snow-like fingers kept drawing in the air, using the true energy as the thread, and the dense symbols were intertwined, forming a Tai Chi pattern.

Two beams of Gang Qi were released from the Liangyi at the same time, one was as soft as silk, and the other was as hard as iron, attacking both directions at the same time.

This set of mysterious techniques, not to mention the power, just this graceful movement is already amazing.

The two silk threads hit the blade at the same time, making a series of "ding ding ding" sounds, very crisp.

Kong Linger was startled, she just passively defended according to the moves of the sword, and didn't notice it in advance.

At this time, Bai Ruxue on the side smiled, and said softly: "The little princess's exquisite swordsmanship really lives up to its reputation."

Seeing such a beautiful woman's Qingcheng smile, countless monks in the audience were fascinated, showing a smile of brother pig.

But Kong Linger on the stage was a little annoyed, calling her a princess was fine, but there was a small word in front of it, which made her a little uncomfortable.

At the same time, the sudden move caught her off guard and made her feel a little ashamed.

Then, with anger, Kong Ling'er swung her sword quickly, trying to cut off the silk threads.

However, her moves are gradually becoming messy, and have deviated from the original sword skills.

Ye Chen under the stage shook his head slightly.

Following the rhythm of others and being led by others is one of the signs of defeat.

In this way, his mind moved, and he began to use mental fluctuations to transmit sound.

Kong Linger was still slashing wildly with her sword, when suddenly Ye Chen's voice came to her ears.

"Your mind is already confused. This is a big taboo in battle. Let go of the emotions in your heart and concentrate on performing sword skills. Don't be confused."

As soon as these words came out, Kong Linger's originally chaotic sword style began to shrink a little.

She finally realized that she was almost led by the nose.

After calming down, her moves gradually returned to normal, and she began to display the original power of Linglong swordsmanship.

The two fought dozens of moves, but their strengths were similar, so it was impossible to tell the winner.

Then, Kong Linger became serious. She raised her right arm holding the sword, pointing the blade at the sky, as if her body was covered by an invisible barrier.

At the same time, the sword power is also constantly accumulating, and the sword intent is gradually released from the inside out.

"What a strong sword intent."

Bai Ruxue made several handprints in succession, trying to break through this barrier.

Thousands of strands turned into a thin needle, released like an arrow off the string, and when it hit the barrier of Dao sword's intertwined stroke, there was a crisp sound suddenly.

A strand of silk thread suddenly pierced Kong Linger's left shoulder, although it was disturbed by the sword intent floating in the air, it also left a bloodstain.

At this time, the long sword in Kong Linger's hand suddenly fell, and the sword intent covered the sky as white as snow, and the sword's force interweaved into a big net, sealing off every inch of space around her.

"cut!"

Accompanied by a shout, every ray of sword intent on the net condensed into a flying sword, like a thousand arrows firing together, forming a storm of blades.

Bai Ruxue hastily wove the countless strands of true energy into a shield, wrapping herself in it, but it was still difficult to stop.

The moment the shield shattered, Bai Ruxue said hastily: "I admit defeat!"

Kong Ling'er received the move quickly, and the sword in the sky returned like thousands of streams flowing into the sea in an instant.

It can be said that winning this game was not easy, and she suffered some minor injuries because of it.