Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1168: Young people don’t talk about martial arts

Pan Duoqing's Zhijian shot broke Huo Xie's amazing shot and shocked many people's jaws.

This year's God's Choice Contest, from the beginning to the present, reveals a strange atmosphere everywhere.

In this battle, the combat power displayed by Pan Duoqing and Huo Xie sent chills down the spines of many of the older generations.

The juniors of the new generation, no matter how good their chances are and how talented they are, they shouldn't have such heaven-defying cultivation.

Many people smelled something unusual.

At this time, the second battle of the semi-finals began.

When Lin Beichen's figure appeared on the west side of the ancient bridge, all eyes, projected from one side to the other, suddenly focused on him.

Black clothes and black armor.

Flame Beast Mask.

The iconic dress of the Great Demon King Jian Xiaoyao.

For many people, he is mysterious, invincible, synonymous with miracles, and he is also the unique number one man of the Great Wild God City recently.

Rise from nowhere.

As soon as the sword is in hand, kill the **** and the entrance of the mine.

He is the son of luck.

Also crazy.

Before the last match, everyone thought that the number one in the God's Choice Contest would undoubtedly be this mysterious and powerful lunatic.

But after seeing Pan Duoqing's Zhijian shot, this view has been shaken.

Now, in this battle with Cang Jingkong, the "first master of the new generation", can the Great Demon King Jian Xiaoyao show a dominance power beyond Pan Duoqing?

Everyone held their breath.

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"Your Majesty, this Jian Xiaoyao actually persuaded the candidate you favored to withdraw from the competition. He is really audacious. Do you want to teach him a little lesson?"

In the temple of the gods, the barefoot girl in black robe looked at the picture in front of her.

Others watch the battle through phantom projection.

As for Lord Lan, he can directly open up the space, as if separated by a layer of glass, and clearly see everything that happened on the ancient bridge.

"It's fine to retire."

Lord Lan stared at the ancient bridge, and said calmly: "Han Luoxue is still too immature, it is too reluctant for her to enter the semi-finals."

"But..."

The black-robed, bare-footed girl stuck out her tongue and said, "But wouldn't this destroy Your Majesty's plan? The other candidates all entered the semi-finals."

"Look at the long-term scenery."

Lord Lan said calmly, "It's because their vision is too short-sighted to only compete for the God's Choice Competition."

A thoughtful look appeared in the eyes of the barefoot girl in black robe.

…

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"I heard that you have been teaching that little apprentice all this time?"

Guozhu God sits high on the throne.

In the center of the temple, a realm of space opened up, and the lake on the ancient bridge appeared. His eyes were fixed on Lin Beichen on the west side of the bridge.

Standing quietly under the **** steps, there is only one figure in black robe.

The old priest is not to blame.

The huge temple is extremely empty.

The old priest saluted slowly and said, "She is my chosen direct disciple."

God Lord Guo's smile was cold: "Are you reminding me to keep my promise?"

The old priest said slowly: "Yes."

When he said this, he suddenly lost the respect he had before.

It's like a conversation between peers.

God Lord Guo laughed, and immediately said: "Don't worry, I made the oath back then in the name of the father of the gods. Would it be possible to break the contract? I just didn't expect that you would find a person of this vein." The successor of divine arts."

"Maybe it's God's will."

The old priest Wu Jiu said calmly.

"Hehe... But the person you chose has a lot to do with the person I chose."

Guo Lord's smile restrained, and he said slowly: "I hope you can teach your direct disciple well, and don't ruin my business."

"Your Majesty, please rest assured."

Master Wujiu became respectful again.

Gu Lord God nodded, changed the topic, and said: "Cang Wan is bigger than me, and he gave so many gifts to the juniors of the Lieyang God Clan... Hehe, after this battle, if Jian Xiaoyao wins, Then give him the other [Rage God Gauntlet] as well."

"I obey."

Master Wujiu saluted again.

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Howling Abyss.

The wind is like an ice knife.

The sound of howling is like the weeping blood of a dead soul, filling this world with the breath of death.

Lin Beichen walked towards the bridge step by step.

It's not the first time I've been here.

But every time I come, the feeling is different.

He looked up.

There is no one on the opposite side.

Huh?

What's going on?

Did Cang Jingkong retire at a critical moment?

The moment his mind moved, a chill suddenly surged from the soles of his feet, passing through the meridians like sharp needles, which was extremely painful.

Boom.

The power of the Fire Realm of Consciousness exploded.

The special effects of the red flames were released, and Lin Beichen was bathed in the flames.

The chill in the feet and calves was instantly purified.

At this time, the bridge of the ancients was foggy.

The faint white mist gradually evaporates against the bridge deck.

Initially only wisps.

But after seeing it, it immediately turned into a boundless sea of ​​fog.

"This fog is not serious."

Lin Beichen's heart skipped a beat.

With his eyesight, it is easy to pass through the serious fog.

But at this time, white mist surged three meters in front of him, completely blocking his sight.

More than that.

Even the spiritual power and consciousness were blocked by the white mist.

Being in doubt——

There is a glimmer of light.

Amidst the surging mist, four short translucent wind blades one finger wide struck suddenly.

Bang bang bang bang.

The wind blade shattered on the shield of the fire consciousness.

Lin Beichen's figure shook slightly.

The power of this translucent wind blade is extraordinary.

And at this moment, Lin Beichen understood.

It's not that Cang Jingkong, the magician, has retired from the competition.

It's already here.

His formation has already spread out silently, covering the entire Bridge of Longevity, just like an invisible trap, quietly opening up, waiting for the prey to enter.

And Lin Beichen is the prey.

MD.

Shameless, to sneak attack me, a teenage dude, from the very beginning.

"Young man, you don't talk about martial arts."

Lin Beichen said loudly.

"The moment you step on the bridge of the ancients, the battle has already begun. If you want to blame, blame your vigilance for being too weak."

A female voice came from within the white mist.

The voice did not fall.

Four flames and sword lights shot into the sound source in the white mist like streaming shadows.

Silence and silence.

Like a mud cow into the sea.

"You don't think you can crack my formation like this, do you?"

Cang Jingkong's voice sounded from another place again.

"I was careless, I didn't flash just now..."

Lin Beichen said loudly: "If you have the ability, you withdraw the formation, and we will fight face to face."

"Are you kidding me?"

Cang Jingkong was surprisingly talkative, and said: "Speaking such words from your big devil Jian Xiaoyao's mouth is simply insulting my IQ."

Lin Beichen said: "In case your brain suddenly short-circuits, how will you know if you don't try."

"Then you can continue to try."

Cang Jingkong's voice was erratic.

During this period of dialogue, Lin Beichen has tried to make continuous moves towards the sound source, and his figure keeps flickering, but he still can't find Cang Jingkong's real body.

Master, it's so annoying.

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