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

Immediately after Bai Ruxue stepped down, Lingxuan Sect sent another disciple to fight.

At this time, Kong Linger's aura had dropped slightly, and the battle just now had consumed her a lot.

Ye Chen said: "Junior Sister Ling'er, come down and have a rest, and let Senior Brother Huang Cheng play next."

Hearing this, Huang Cheng, who was still cheering at the side, immediately became excited.

"Let Senior Brother Huang come, Junior Sister Ling'er just come down and rest."

However, Kong Ling'er seemed to have more than enough to say. In the scene just now, she hadn't fully enjoyed her move until the last move.

She shook her head and responded: "No, I'm just getting into shape now, let me play two more games."

"That can be agreed in advance. After two games, you will come down to rest and let Huang Cheng play."

At this time, a male disciple of Lingxuan Sect had already stepped onto the ring. He had a square face, and he didn't look like anything special.

"My servant, Cheng Kun, please give me your advice, Princess."

He bowed his hands to Kong Ling'er, which was quite polite.

"It's fine to teach me, let's use your true strength."

Kong Ling'er waved the Linglong sword in her hand, ready to make a move.

Cheng Kun also drew out a long sword, and the blade was quickly covered with white sword gangs, and his aura rapidly increased.

The battle hadn't started yet, and the auras of the two were rising, and their aura was rising steadily. It looked like a fierce battle was about to break out.

Cheng Kun took the lead, swiping the long sword in his hand quickly, and a majestic sword energy quickly dissolved in midair, turning into thousands of threads, combining hardness and softness.

Such intertwined sword energy formed a large net, which took the lead in covering a large area of ​​the ring.

The Lingxuan Sect has always been relatively low-key, and the outside world knows relatively little about their exercises. When I saw them today, they were really special.

The mainstream fighting style of outside monks is mostly a confrontation of strength, which seems more straightforward and easy to distinguish between superior and inferior.

However, such a combination of rigidity and softness, complicated and flexible techniques makes it impossible to judge the situation in a short period of time. It can be said that it is difficult to see the winner or loser until the last moment of the battle.

Kong Ling'er held sword flowers in her hands, dancing gracefully, and began to display a set of exquisite sword techniques, the moves were equally complicated and very enjoyable to watch.

When the Linglong Sword kept slashing, several silk threads on the field were cut off one after another, and then condensed again, and new sword energy quickly filled in, interweaving into a big net again.

Everyone in the audience watched it very comfortably. This battle in the arena didn't seem like a contest of strength, it seemed like a dance performance, and there was no trace of murderous intent.

In this way, the two exchanged moves with each other, after a quarter of an hour, Kong Linger seemed to have figured out the opponent's tactics.

Finally, she stopped holding back and prepared to decide the winner with one move.

The Linglong sword was raised high, and the blade pointed directly at the sky. At this time, the surrounding spiritual energy surged, and with the blade as the center, a vortex was formed, and the spiritual energy from all directions rushed in.

Seeing that Bai Ruxue was defeated by this move just now, Cheng Kun suddenly felt the pressure.

He quickly mobilized countless strands of sword energy, condensed into a nearly materialized long sword, and slashed forward with all his strength.

Before the long sword condensed with spiritual energy fell, it seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier and stopped immediately.

This barrier was very hard, like a wall of copper and iron, even though he swung his sword continuously, it was still difficult to break through one place.

At this time, the long sword in Kong Linger's hand was glowing with a golden light, and then she slashed down in the air with a rainbow-like momentum.

Such a three or four zhang long sword qi slashed down on the head and could almost break through everything. Cheng Kun's heart immediately became more stressed on the spot, and the sweat on his forehead fell drop by drop.

It was too late to dodge now, and this powerful sword seemed to have locked him, so he could only resist with all his strength.

Cheng Kun held the long sword horizontally above his head, and at the same time mobilized all his strength hastily to form a shield.

However, under this sword, any defensive method seems to be ineffective.

Kong Linger pressed both hands, and the majestic force came from top to bottom.

Cheng Kun had no choice but to half kneel on the ground, the long sword was almost out of control and was about to fly out.

"I surrender."

Cheng Kun quickly gritted his teeth and said these three words, as if he had exhausted his last strength.

Until Kong Ling'er closed the move, he put his long sword on the ground to support his body, as if he was about to collapse.

After taking a few breaths, he stood up and walked down the ring slowly.

"Good job princess!"

"well played!"

At this time, several disciples in the Holy Land cheered again and again.

Kong Linger swung her long sword, pulled out a sword flower, and assumed a victor's posture, continuing to wait for the next opponent.

After Cheng Kun stepped down, another disciple quickly entered the stage, and also performed a set of complicated and changeable swordsmanship.

However, Kong Ling'er seemed to have seen through these moves and was tired of playing them, but she did not continue to see them.

The Linglong sword in her hand slashed out a few bursts of incomparably fierce sword energy, and then took advantage of the momentum to chase forward, stabbing forward with a straight sword.

This disciple hadn't had time to change his moves, and in his haste, he didn't have time to mobilize too much strength to parry, and was quickly forced off the ring.

"Good! The princess is great!"

"Good job!"

The disciples on the Holy Land side were cheering again.

Next, a figure drew an arc in midair, and then quickly landed on the ring.

This person is tall and powerful, with solid muscles that protrude, but his lines are full and exquisite, giving people a sense of beauty. His face is also very handsome, and his whole body is full of tough guy temperament.

As soon as this hunk entered the ring, he attracted the favor of a group of female monks.

"This man is so masculine, I like it!"

"He's the elder brother of Lingxuan Sect, how is he? He's handsome!"

"It's so awesome. When I look for a Taoist companion in the future, I will find someone like him."

Kong Linger's eyes lit up, she cupped her hands and asked, "Brother, do you know your name?"

The man didn't look at her more, but his eyes fell on Ye Chen below.

"Under Kanrui, Ye Chen comes up and fights with me!"

His voice was powerful, with a touch of irrefutable.

Being ignored face to face, Kong Linger was annoyed at the time.

"I said, why are you like this? I'm talking to you."

At this time, Ye Chen's footwork was mysterious. Although he seemed to be walking in a leisurely manner, every step he took, he moved forward a distance of more than ten meters across the air, and stepped onto the ring in three or four steps.

"Junior Sister Linger, go down first, let me fight him."

Kong Ling'er didn't say anything else, she gave a cold snort to express her dissatisfaction, and then withdrew from the ring.

At this moment, there were only two men left on the ring, their eyes were facing each other, there was no sadness or joy in their eyes, no emotional fluctuations, only the fighting spirit was gradually becoming stronger.