Even if we meet, we should not know [old version]

Hearing this, all the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong were astonished.

According to Lin Zichu's intentions, it seems that he still won't end, and he still wants to do his best to fight Wu Liao, the last monk of Kongliu Xianzong.

"This is too arrogant..."

"Do you actually want to use one person's strength to fight against five people?"

"He should also know that there is not much spiritual power left in his body. For safety, he should get off as soon as possible."

Of course Lin Zichu knew that he was not in good condition at the moment, and he might not be able to continue fighting.

But as long as I persist for a moment and waste Wu Liao's spiritual energy, it will be easier for Qianqing to win.

Don't put too much pressure on Qianqing, let him calmly face the individual battle after the group arena.

Therefore, Lin Zichu seized all the time to absorb as much spiritual energy as possible.

Seeing that Lin Zichu kept crushing the spirit stones, spreading the powdery spirit energy all over his body.

Hundreds of millions of pores opened at the same time, trying to absorb more spiritual power.

The thick spiritual energy almost formed a substance, turned into streaks of white mist, and was swallowed by Lin Zichu into his lungs.

How could Wu Liao tolerate Lin Zichu recovering his aura and strengthening himself on stage like this?

There was only thunderous shouting, and a burly, muscular man had already stepped onto the martial arts stage.

The strong man was tall and his arms were particularly muscular.The most striking thing is that the upper and lower canine teeth of the strong man are much longer than ordinary people, and they are exposed outside the lips, pushing the lips slightly outward.

"Lin Zichu," the burly man pinched the two lower canine teeth with both fingers, and pulled out forcefully, pulling the canine teeth up by the roots.Seeing the wind, the canine teeth grew bigger, and quickly turned into the size of a dagger, which was held in Wu Liao's palm. "Take a trick from me."

Wu Liao of the Kongliu Xianzong is a long-established elder monk, and the way he cultivates is the way of "imitating soldiers".

The so-called imitation of soldiers is to turn all things into weapons, which belongs to the branch of "Battle Way".

Wu Liao's best trick is to turn his own teeth into blades, among which canine teeth are the sharpest and hardest.It is said that many fairy swords were broken by Wu Liao's sharp teeth.

Seeing Lin Zichu defeating the four masters of Kongliu Xianzong in a row, Wu Liao was in an impetuous mood, and he couldn't bear Lin Zichu's stabbing recovery in front of him.

As soon as Wu Liaofang took the stage, he used his strongest tricks.

Lin Zichu was not in a hurry, seeing that Wu Liao was already approaching him, he slapped the ground with his right hand, his body floated up into the air nimbly and lightly.

Wu Liao missed the first blow, and made another move.

The canine teeth held in both hands turned into the sharpest dagger, raised upwards, and pierced into the sky.

He was thinking of a quick battle, and he only wanted to use the least amount of spiritual power to deal with Lin Zichu as soon as possible, so that he could deal with Qianqing next.

Wu Liao also watched the contest between Qianqing and Li Wudao. He had to admit that Qianqing was stronger than he thought.This is the case, let alone wasting too much energy on Lin Zichu.

Oops, when the two sides are fighting, how can they be distracted and think about these things?

Wu Liao suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly gathered his energy.

But since he knew that Zhengyang Xianzong had the upper hand, it was impossible not to be worried.The more you want to use less spiritual power, the more spiritual power will be like a flood that breaks through the wall, out of control.

On the other hand, Lin Zichu, knowing that he has no hope of winning, just wants to fight steadily, advance with retreat, and try his best to consume the opponent.

The mood is relaxed, not as tense as the other party, but the fight became smoother and smoother, and in the end, he actually revealed a kind of calm and unhurried spirit of a master.

"what……"

Under the stage, Beilin Xianjun sighed: "Lin Zichu's mood is so stable, which is rare among his peers."

Standing beside Xianjun Beilin was Xianjun Bi Xuying.He crossed his arms and said: "Seeing that the Kongliu Xianzong is about to fall, why is Xianjun Beilin so interested and started to praise his opponent?"

Beilin Xianjun smiled slightly, and said: "Winning or losing is a common thing for immortals. It is not beautiful to care too much about winning or losing."

"Oh? So, I'm narrow-minded." Bi Xuying snorted coldly and looked at Beilin.

"How dare?" Xianjun Beilin smiled slightly, keeping his eyes on the stage.After a long time, he sighed softly, and said: "If you want to know, a monk with a legendary physique like Hanlongwoxue has a sharp knife hanging above his head since he opened his veins, and his head will be beheaded at some point. No wonder Lin Zichu has such courage at such a young age."

Many monks, like Xianjun Beilin, noticed Lin Zichu's astonishing willpower and endurance.

The aura in his body is like a lake.In the previous few fights, Lin Zichu absorbed too much spiritual power, and now the spiritual energy in his body is only a thin layer that clings to the shore of the lake.

Forced to move, the body will continue to resist, reminding Lin Zichu to do what he can.

But Lin Zichu didn't give up, he only paid attention to the terrain, didn't dare to step forward to resist Wu Liao's sharp edge, and retreated with the battle.

Wu Liaoyue was crazy, Lin Zichu was calmer.

Until Wu Liao completely lost control, the spiritual power in his body was only half of the original.

At this moment, Lin Zichu suddenly changed his tactics and charged forward!

Wu Liao was shocked, not knowing what kind of tricks Lin Zichu was playing.Although the monk Hanlong Woxue has a strong recovery ability, at this moment Lin Zichu is just dying, how dare he attack rashly?

Wu Liao yelled:

"Good come!"

But the toe of the right foot that was originally moving forward, touched the ground, and hurriedly retreated, taking a step back.

One step back, no more, no less.

If Lin Zichu was pretending to be a tiger to scare himself, Wu Liao could react immediately without drawing too much distance.

Who would have thought that Lin Zichu would move extremely fast.

I don't know what trick was used, but in an instant, it was posted in front of Wu Liao.

Sweep the right palm horizontally and push it forward.

The palm of the hand exudes a glistening green light, which is extremely ominous.

Wu Liao raised his fangs to block and resist.

All this happens in the blink of an eye.

Wu Liao's eyes widened, Lin Zichu's every move seemed to slow down.

He watched Lin Zichu's right hand close, unexpectedly grabbing him by the canine teeth that turned into a dagger.

As mentioned above, when Wu Liao's canines are turned into weapons, they are sharp and hard, comparable to fairy swords.

No one can hold the opponent's sword with bare hands during a fight.

Wu Liao only felt that there was a sudden strong wind in front of him, and the cold air suddenly rose.

In an instant, the martial arts hall seemed to turn into a Beiming ice cave, and the whistling of the wind could be faintly heard like a baby crying.

The moisture in Wu Liao's eyeballs seemed to have been frozen into ice. He suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the canine in his hand in disbelief.

Looking at it, I realized that Lin Zichu didn't catch the weapon empty-handed.

In his palm as white as the moon, there is a thick layer of ice, frozen between the palm and the ice blade.

Sky blue white palm!

This trick was used by Linzi when he first built his foundation. Not only is it easy to use, but it also consumes relatively less spiritual power.

Lin Zichu put his right hand together and firmly grasped Wu Liao's weapon.

At the same time, he pushed his left hand out obliquely, and patted Wu Liao's chest lightly.

With one blow, Wu Liao's eyes suddenly widened!

He only felt a sudden cold feeling in the internal organs, from the place where Linzi slapped him first.

Coldness filled his chest, causing Wu Liao to tremble violently. At the same time, a large amount of sweat broke out instantly, soaking Wu Liao's skirt.

He couldn't help lying on the ground, looking up to the sky and letting out a miserable cry.

At the same time, Lin Zichu retreated again and again, kneeling on the ground on one knee.

The blow just now was called "Frozen Stone Piercing".

In extremely cold places, ice blocks freeze rocks, and small honeycomb-shaped holes will be formed in the center of the rocks.After a long time, the stone will also be turned into powder.

The cold can pierce through stones, and can naturally crush the enemy's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

The extremely strong cold air generated by the body of the cold dragon lying on the snow flows into the enemy's body, and can instantly freeze the internal organs into ice.

If you tap it lightly, it will fall apart.

It's a pity that Lin Zichu's aura is not enough at this time, and the "Frozen Stone Piercing" is not as good as one ten-thousandth of the intact state.

Seeing him taking such a risk to use such a heavy hand, he knew that he had reached the limit of Lin Zichu at this moment, his eyes were darkened, and his spiritual power was extremely exhausted.

"you……"

Lin Zichu was short of breath, and after a while, he said, "If you admit defeat, I will relieve the pain for you."

"fart!"

Wu Liao struggled and rolled on the ground, he knew that even if it was painful to death, he would not admit defeat.

The victory or defeat of Kongliu Xianzong can be decided in his hands.

Wu Liao's eyes were red, and he suddenly struggled to get up, pointing the five fingers of his right hand at Lin Zichu.

There were white bones, like young shoots, protruding from Wu Liao's fingertips, and then shot towards Lin Zichu.

Lin Zichu's pupils shrank, and he jumped backwards with all his strength.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of finger bones shot at the place where Lin Zichu had landed.

Lin Zichu's feet hadn't completely stepped on the ground, he only touched the ground lightly to borrow strength, and then leaped backwards, barely avoiding Wu Liao's attack.

The white bluestone floor was also pierced by Wu Liao's finger bones.

In the huge venue, the stone slabs turned into potholes in an instant, like a quagmire that had just been baptized by a heavy rain.

Lin Zichu hurriedly backed away, he was in a panic, he suddenly raised his left hand, pointed it in Wu Liao's direction, and squeezed it hard!

"what!"

Wu Liao yelled in pain, arched his waist suddenly, and supported his lower back with his left hand in an exaggerated posture.

He could feel that the cold air that invaded his body suddenly became stronger, and all of them gathered in his left kidney.

The strong cold caused Wu Liao's left kidney to die instantly, and the severe pain caused Wu Liao to sweat like a waterfall, falling down his jaw to the floor.

Lin Zichu, who fought back brazenly, didn't look any better than Wu Liao. He coughed violently, and when he breathed, traces of ice mist could be seen in the air.

The cold dragon crouching snow body whose aura cannot be controlled will often assimilate the body with the ice and snow. Of course, this is not a good thing. Once this happens, the monks of the cold dragon crouching snow body should rest as soon as possible to avoid fierce battles.

Under the stage, Qian Qing was very emotional. He didn't sit in the Zhengyang Xianzong seat, but stood at the end of the Yanwu stage.

Seeing Lin Zichu's condition, Qianqing had blue veins on her forehead.

Even so, he didn't open his mouth, distracting Lin Zichu.

On the stage, Lin Zichu trembled all over, and said sharply:

"Do you admit defeat?"

Wu Liao endured the pain and shouted loudly, "I won't admit it even if I die!"

After saying that, Wu Liaoyi stepped forward, grasped the shoulder and elbow of his left hand with his right hand, and pulled it hard.

Wu Liao's entire arm snapped off, turning into a long flesh-colored whip.

The long whip skyrocketed and swung in front of Lin Zichu with a whistling sound.

Lin Zichu hurriedly backed away, and at the same time clenched his left hand tightly.

Under the severe pain, Wu Liao even rolled his eyes convulsively, and his consciousness was blurred for a moment.

The "frozen stone piercing" just now directly shattered Wu Liao's liver.

Needless to mention the pain, the lack of heart also brought an impact that cannot be ignored on Wu Liao.

"Hehehe..."

In such a critical situation, Wu Liao laughed instead.

Because he saw, on Lin Zichu's fair face, a light-colored trace of a peach tree suddenly appeared!

The traces spread from Lin Zichu's throat like a dragon like a tree, and gradually covered his entire face.

"Lin Zichu, how long can you hold on? Come and die!"

Lin Zichu was short of breath, and his back movement began to slow down. After a while, Wu Liao's long whip whipped his arm, and blood stains appeared.

He sighed inwardly.

The so-called cold dragon crouching in the snow, the actual body is a peach tree that is extremely cold and overcast.

When the traces of Hanlong Woxue appeared on his body, Lin Zichu knew clearly that if he didn't want to die, then he had to be obedient and stop using his spiritual power.

Is this about to lose...

Lin Zichu's eyes were a little dazed, he coughed twice, and said:

"Even if I admit defeat, given your current situation, you will not be able to defeat Qianqing. Wu Liao, you know in your heart that the victory in the ring battle must belong to Zhengyang Xianzong. If this is the case, why not just admit defeat? If you admit defeat, I will Immediately draw out the cold air in your body, and also repair your damaged internal organs."

Lin Zichu talked intermittently for a long time.

Wu Liao was even more angry, and interrupted Lin Zichu several times with words such as "fart" and "shit".

He was in an impetuous mood, thinking that after Lin Zichu there was Qian Qing who was eyeing him, he couldn't help but be chaotic and gave Lin Zichu a chance to breathe.

Under such circumstances, Wu Liao was in a worse mood and made frequent mistakes.

He never thought that his performance would be so poor.Being forced to this point by a monk whose spiritual power was on the verge of bottoming out.

"Wu Liao's mind is not firm enough, and he is extremely vulnerable to outside interference."

"The situation that I thought would be a stable victory, was also robbed of a way out by Lin Zichu..."

"If Lin Zichu wins, he will win five games in a row. It's too scary... Have you already won before it's my turn to look at Qianqing?"

There was a lot of discussion.

Someone wondered:

"Since Lin Zichu's spiritual power is exhausted, why didn't he take out the fairy sword?"

"In order to stop Wu Liao's dog-tooth attack, he didn't hesitate to expend his spiritual energy and resisted with his white palm. But he obviously used the fairy sword to fight directly, which saves spiritual energy!"

"Speaking of which, in the few fights just now, Lin Zichu has never seen Lin Zichu take out his saber, why is that?"

"I heard that Lin Zichu has the 'Cold Rat Sword' among the twelve swords of the ice and snow system in his hand. This sword doesn't seem to be suitable for him, and the blade is damaged. Could it be that Lin Zichu hasn't changed his sword all this time, so he can't come up with other swords at this moment? Is it a fairy sword?"

"No way, Zhengyang Xianzong is so shabby?"

"This Lin Zichu and Wangwo Qianqing seem to have a close relationship, can Wangwo Zunzu not even have a cold sword?"

On the stage, Lin Zichu smiled wryly to himself.

Of course he has a sword on him.

The name of this sword is "Kun Qiao", the thickness of two fingers.

The blade is black, and when it is infused with spiritual power, it will turn white.

The Kunqiao Immortal Sword was brought out by Lin Zichu from the Frozen Forest Wasteland, and originally belonged to Senior Lin Caiyun.

This is an extremely powerful cold sword, when Linzi Chuchu used it, he was impressed by it.

It's a pity that after Lin Zichu returned to Zhengyang Immortal Sect from the Frozen Forest Wasteland, this Kunqiao Immortal Sword seemed to be "dead".

No matter how much he tried to infuse spiritual power, the blade was as black as charcoal, without a trace of the original spirit.

It seems that after Senior Lin Caiyun passed away, this Kunqiao fairy sword also lost its soul.

The fairy sword has spirit.

Even though Senior Lin Caiyun handed the Kunqiao Sword to Lin Zichu and asked him to recognize the master.

But Immortal Sword itself does not recognize Lin Zichu, so even though it is held by Lin Zichu, it cannot be used.

If he could use the Kun Qiao Sword in the arena battle of the Martial Arts Club, he would definitely not be exhausted to such an extent...

Lin Zichu let out a soft sigh, and quickly regained his composure.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes, he took out a few spirit stones from his pocket and put them in his mouth.

There was only a crackling sound, Lin Zichu actually chewed the spirit stone to speed up the absorption.

He knew that at this moment, there was only the last bit of spiritual power left in Wu Liao's body.As long as you persevere, you can defeat him!

Of course Lin Zichu knew that behind him was Qian Qing who was in full victory.

But Lin Zichu was not at all willing to let Qian Qing take over Wu Liao.

There are many monks who have all kinds of wonderful methods, and there are accidents everywhere.

Lin Zichu would rather work harder on his own than to put Qianqing in danger.

Thinking of this, Lin Zichu seemed to have motivation again, what an amazing willpower, he bowed forward and attacked Wu Liao again.

Sky blue white palm!

Huge traces of peach trees appeared on Lin Zichu's face and body. Lin Zichu's face was pale and crumbling, but his eyes were as firm as ever.

Wu Liao sneered, swung his right hand, waved the long whip, and swung the whip like a thunderbolt.

When the long whip touched Lin Zichu's palm, Lin Zichu's body shook suddenly, and then fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"...Is it not enough?"

"Brother Lin, you have done your best!"

"The physical strength gap between the two sides is too great, Lin Zichu's defeat is an honor."

There was only a loud bang, and Lin Zichu slammed hard on the ground, the blue and white slate was dented by his body, cracking like spider webs.

Wu Liao's figure flashed, and he rushed forward, holding a canine-toothed dagger in his right hand, and his arm muscles stood tall.

"Go to hell!"

With that said, Wu Liao had already appeared in front of Lin Zichu.

Lin Zichu was lying on the ground, he coughed fiercely, and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

A pair of eyes shone with an uncompromising light.

Lin Zichu's sleeves suddenly blew a cold wind, and the vast chill spread all over his body.

The traces of the peach tree appeared and disappeared on his skin.

Lin Zichu wanted to use the last blow to fight Wu Liao.

At this moment, the vision suddenly appeared!

I saw a dazzling white light rising into the sky from Lin Zichu's palm.

The astonishing chill caused Lin Zichu, who had the body of a cold dragon lying in snow, to be taken aback.

A two-finger-wide fairy sword with a white body suddenly appeared in Lin Zichu's palm, blocking Wu Liao who was attacking forward.

Wu Liao's left shoulder felt cold at first, and then he felt the pain.

He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the piercing wound on his left shoulder.

Fairy Sword - Kun Qiao!

……

The moon is hidden and the stars are sinking, and the clouds are vast.

Zhengwuzhou, butterfly dance gate.

There was a woman, with dusty face and disheveled hair, running forward.

She stumbles, clumsily on her feet, apparently without any roots, an ordinary mortal.

Following the woman was a tall and tall monk, he probably had an intermediate level of Qi refining and could not see things at night, so he was holding a torch in his hand.

"Li Yingying, do you think you can escape from my grasp? Come here quickly. Don't you want to see your father and brother?"

Li Yingying said: "You don't want to use me to blackmail father and brother. You killed my mother and forged a death feud. Even if I die, I won't let you win my family's most treasured Resurrection Pill."

"A mere mortal, dare to occupy the immortal medicine, something that doesn't know how to live or die!"

After the Qi refining cultivator finished speaking, he suddenly heard two male voices shrieking.

Li Yingying's heart was beating wildly, her pupils dilated.

"Listen, your father and elder brother are screaming for pain." The monk said, "They accidentally bumped into the broken bamboo and were pierced through the leg bone. It's really pitiful. I can't keep my legs."

Hearing this, Li Yingying burst into tears. She knew that even if she went back and handed over the elixir to the other party, the monk would not let it go, and would try every means to hide the truth.

Although the monks forbid the slaughter of mortals, there have been frequent deaths of mortals in Zhengwuzhou recently, and no immortal cultivators have come to investigate.The monks in this Qi refining period expected no one to take care of this matter, so they boldly came to snatch it.

"Is there no way?"

Li Yingying looked up to the sky and shouted silently, "Who can help me? I am willing to pay any price, as long as I can kill this person!"

"Are you willing to pay the price, including your own life?"

Suddenly, a Kongming voice came out of nowhere from behind Li Yingying's ear.

Li Yingying turned her head suddenly, her heart beating like a beating.

"who is it?"

Under the moonlight, there was a tall and thin monk, his breath was restrained, but he still exuded an unfathomable aura.

There is a mask in the shape of a cat's face on his face, so that people can't see his face.

Li Yingying hesitated for a moment, then said:

"As long as you can help me rescue my father and brother... I can do anything."

The cat-faced monk stepped forward and grabbed Li Yingying's wrist.

His fingers were cold and trembling.

"Are you willing to give your life?"

Li Yingying was trembling all over. Hearing the weaker and weaker voices of her father and brother, she couldn't help shouting: "I am willing!"

"If I help you kill that monk and save your father and brother. Are you willing to..." The monk leaned forward, his mask looking horrifying in the night, "Would you be poached by me?"

"I am willing!"