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Lin Fentian was directly hit by Yue Buqun in a way that both sides suffered losses!

Millions of viewers in the audience were speechless almost at the same time. Soon, a surging discussion broke out...

"It's over! The champion team of the Bluestone Arena is completely over! Lin Fentian's palm is very hard... Even if he doesn't die, he will definitely lose his combat power..."

"The Oak Arena Championship Team has advanced to the semi-finals... In fact, the Oak Arena Championship Team has luck. They will inevitably be in a stalemate when they encounter any other team, but when they face the Bluestone Arena Championship Team, they only need to fight Lin Fentian to advance without worries..."

"This battle is too tragic. But I am not worth it for Lin Fentian. If it weren't for the first battle, Lu Xiong would have consumed part of Lin Fentian's internal energy. I'm afraid he would be enough to defeat the better without being injured..."

...

At the top of the stands, among the most luxurious private rooms.

"Brother Tian!!!"

Long Wan'er stood up suddenly, her face pale as paper, her fists were clenched, and she was about to faint!

"Mr. Lord, it's over..." The pointed-faced "Mr. Li" was extremely proud.

"Wan'er, sit down..." Long Yunxiao said in a low voice.

Long Yunxiao has always been unfavorable to Lin Fentian, and even disliked him very much. In order to prevent his daughter from falling in love with Lin Fentian, he did not hesitate to plan such an unruly group battle.

However, when Lin Fentian was injured and fell to the ground, Long Yunxiao found out that he was a little unhappy!

There is no other reason. Long Yunxiao is also a martial artsman. When the game started, he threw away his personal likes and dislikes and grievances behind him, and was deeply attracted by the battle of the geniuses. At the moment when Lin Fentian was knocked down, Long Yunxiao felt a little guilty, and a flash of thought rose in his heart...

‘Is this unfair to do so?’

"Okay, daughter, this kid Lin Fentian will never die..." Long Yunxiao walked over directly, hugged Long Wan'er, and comforted her constantly.

On the ring.

Lin Fentian and Yue Buqun were both lying on the ground at this time.

The half-step explosive warrior in charge of the referee work jumped onto the ring, stood between the two, and said loudly. "Now, from the beginning, I counted to one hundred. If none of you admit defeat, then this game will be lost. The next member of the two teams will come on stage and continue to fight."

"One! Two! Three! Four—"

‘Ah…I…I’m hit…I’m going to fail? Is it…Who is reporting the number…’

Lin Fentian's consciousness was extremely disordered. The position of the palm in his right chest conveyed heart-wrenching pain, and there was not much left in his breath of internal energy in his dantian.

‘The earth's martial arts genius are as numerous as a crucian carp...I...I have always dominated the younger generation of Longteng City...I forgot the outside world, and there are also geniuses...I...I failed...'

A kind of discouraged depression began to fill Lin Fentian's brain.

However, suddenly, a name appeared in his mind!

A name that cannot be erased in this life, unforgettable!

‘Wan'er!!!’

‘No! I can’t admit defeat! I still have to continue fighting! For Wan'er!’

Lin Fentian's consciousness miraculously awakened.

The next moment, he stood up tremblingly, picked up the long sword that fell to the ground, held the hilt tightly, and his fighting spirit was burning again!

The referee stopped counting and looked at Lin Fentian in confusion. There was a little pity in his eyes, "Lin Fentian, do you still want to continue?"

Lin Fentian nodded heavily. He was dressed in a mess, his mouth was still bloody, and his face was pale.

At this time, the more Buqun, he struggled to stand up. The moment he was caught in the sword, the more Buqun's body twisted, causing the sword to pass through his heart several inches. Although he was seriously injured in this sword, it was not fatal.

"Cough...cough cough..." Yue Buqun coughed a few mouthfuls of blood and said miserably, "I admit defeat..."

Immediately, Yuebuqun looked at Lin Fentian with a teasing look, "Lin Fentian, you... will... will be eliminated soon... will be... will be... will be... will be... will be... will be... your team will completely bid farewell to the martial arts conference, and our team will continue to move forward... will be... will be..."

After saying that, Yue Buqun was helped by his teammates who jumped onto the stage.

"This... Lin Fentian, I think... you'd better give up..." The referee felt compassion, "In fact, the young generation, the success or failure is nothing, you should look at it for a long time... Uh... If you continue, then the next thing is not just a matter of losing the game... it may... be killed..."

"I want to fight!" Lin Fentian said in an unquestionable tone.

The referee sighed and said to the members of the Oak Arena Championship team, "The game continues. You can send the third member to the court to challenge Lin Fentian."

After saying that, the referee also jumped out of the arena.

"Brother Tian! Come down! Come down quickly!" The four little kids shouted in panic.

Qin Yan didn't say anything. Because Lin Fentian's eyes told him that even if he died, Lin Fentian would not give up easily.

Lin Fentian's eyes were a look that bet on everything, including the glory, life and happiness of warriors!

If Lin Fentian ended at this time, he would directly wipe out his sword heart and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Millions of viewers in the audience were infected by Lin Fentian's unyielding and fearless fighting spirit.

A large number of viewers began to get noisy...

‘Lin Fentian, let’s get over…’

'You just lose in the wheel battle, you are still honored even if you lose...'

...

At this moment, a figure flashed in the Oak Arena Championship team!

The third member has already jumped to the ring.

"Hehe...Lin Fentian, I didn't expect you to be defeated by me... Your failure can fulfill my reputation..." This is a strong young man like an iron tower, with his upper body naked, revealing his muscles like iron lumps, and his whole body is as if he doesn't need to deliberately reveal his breath. His body exudes a powerful and terrifying aura. The momentum alone is enough to shock ordinary warriors. "Huang Bazhang, from 'Jiang Huaicheng'. Hehe...Lin Fentian, if you don't roll down by yourself, don't think I will show mercy... Now I count to three. If you don't roll down like a dog, I swear, I will tear down yours!"

"Just...just you... this villain... wants to humiliate me?" Lin Fentian changed from holding a sword in one hand to holding a sword in both hands.

The remaining internal energy begins to be mobilized to the greatest extent.

Lin Fentian's eyes were cold, his robe was windless, and his long hair was fluttering backwards.

The next moment, he raised his long sword with both hands, instead of retreating, and moved towards the strong young man step by step. Every time he took a step, the ground of the black rock paved with black rocks would leave a footprint crack, and an indescribable aura appeared on Lin Fentian at the end of his strength. The other team of warriors who were close to the arena suddenly had an illusion. They vaguely felt that there was an invisible force brewing in Lin Fentian at this moment, and this force made everything in the entire arena quiet.

"This... this... how could this... he's already done it on the outside and the middle..." The strong young man standing opposite Lin Fentian felt inexplicably panic in his heart. He felt that the surroundings were too quiet, so quiet that even the sound of his own blood flow seemed to be able to hear clearly...

Under the arena, a faint light flashed through Qin Yan's eyes, as if he had realized it. He quickly closed his eyes and used his heart to understand it...

‘Lin Fentian’s momentum at this moment is the artistic conception of the mountain... No, it is the artistic conception of the wind... No, it is the artistic conception of the mountain and the artistic conception of the wind, which perfectly blends!’

‘Fusion? Yes! It is fusion! The two artistic conceptions are wonderfully superimposed together! No distinction between each other! In this way, even more terrifying attack power can be burst out!’

‘My sword technique has entered the realm of transformation. What I have realized is the artistic conception of birds flying, the artistic conception of wind, and the artistic conception of earth. However, the three artistic conceptions are slightly dispersed and not integrated enough... If I perfectly integrate these three artistic conceptions into one knife, then...’

suddenly!

Qin Yan opened his eyes!

A stunning sword light made a comeback from nothing and came out of nowhere! It flashed away immediately!

Inadvertently, Qin Yan's artistic conception of swordsmanship actually soared a little!

At the same time, Lin Fentian on the ring had already swung his sword!

This sword contains the artistic conception of wind and the artistic conception of mountains. The thick sword energy is extremely domineering. The air around it explodes like a lens, with the artistic conception that crushes everything and the invisible and invisible artistic conception, slashing towards the strong young man "Huang Bazhang".

A sword containing two great artistic conceptions, with the momentum of ghosts and gods, slashed out and vowed to return to see blood!

This is a desperate sword!

This is also a sword that has given all his strength!

"No!!!!"

The "Huang Bazhang" burst out with a ferocious roar, the voice trembled, and the light shone brightly throughout the body, burning all the internal air in the dantian, turning it into an airflow barrier, resisting Lin Fentian's sword!

In the middle of lightning, the thick sword energy was cut directly on the airflow barrier on Huang Bazhang's body surface, like cutting it into pieces.

Blood is soaring!

A deep sword mark was cut from Huang Bazhang's waist and abdomen, and blood was scattered, and then he fell to the ground like a sack, twisting and vomiting blood.

If it weren't for Lin Fentian's overdrawing too seriously and his injuries were injured, this sword could have cut Huang Bazhang in half!

Even so, one sword is seriously injured!

Lin Fentian was seriously injured by a genius who was in full swing!

The audience was solemn!

Many viewers couldn't help but stand up and looked at Lin Fentian on the ring with convincing eyes, like a candle in the wind.

The next moment...

Bang!!!!

Lin Fentian also fell down.

He looked at the top of the stands, the largest private room with an almost desperate look.

"Wan'er, I'm sorry...I...I failed...I let you down...I...I'm so useless..."

Under the ring.
To be continued...