"puff--"

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, Xia Lin frowned, covered his chest suddenly, bent down, and a trace of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Wiping the corner of his mouth and looking at the blood in his hand, Xia Lin shook his head with a wry smile, "It's so injured..."

At this time, Huo Jian had just left the house and was shocked when he saw this scene, he was immediately shocked, "What's wrong? Someone is attacking again?"

"No." Xia Lin smiled bitterly, "I just fought with Ye Jian once, but I didn't expect that my injury still did not recover."

Huo Jian opened his mouth wide, "You mean, this was the injury you were touched when you were fighting Ye Jian just now?"

"Yes." Xia Lin also felt helpless.

"The injury is still so serious?" Huo Jian frowned, "No, you were able to beat Ninghai in the qualifying match two days ago."

"Where did the instant kill come from?" Xia Lin shook his head, "It's just that the acting was for them to show. On the day of the qualifying competition, I could only exert that power, and after one move, I stopped. Moreover, the injuries in my body have recovered by 60%, but strangely, the last ones are the destructive breath left by the old man in gray, which cannot be eradicated."

"So that's it. But then again, that breath..." Huo Jian frowned. He didn't feel it before. Now when he recalled, "That breath is so similar to the sword intent! Could it be that this person also understood the sword intent?"

"It's unlikely." Xia Lin shook his head, "It's a bit similar, but it's not a sword intent after all. If it were really a sword intent, I'm afraid I'd be reincarnated long ago."

"Yes." Huo Jian nodded, looking at Xia Lin's appearance. He was also helpless, "I can't control the revival of the sword intent, nor am I familiar with it, and I can't use it with the wish. Otherwise, I will probably help you recover your body as soon as possible."

"It's okay, just grasp it slowly." Xia Lin smiled, "I know my injuries myself."

Xia Lin didn't say much. If the injuries he suffered at the beginning were placed on ordinary people, it would definitely be completely ruined. And he was already alive in just a few days, and he was very satisfied with the recovery ability of the Breaking Heaven Art. He believed that next, as long as he eliminated the destructive aura in his body, he could fully recover his combat power.

As for Huo Jian's revival sword intent, even if Huo Jian wants to try Xia Lin, he would not dare to joke. Although it is a revival, it is a sword intent after all, it is a sharp and terrible thing. If he accidentally moves a little while his body is running around, he will never know how he dies.

"That's all." Huo Jian nodded. "You'd better take good care of yourself. Don't go in when Ye Jian enters tomorrow, but you'll fail the exam."

"Me?" Xia Lin smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I won't."

The three of them practiced themselves, and a night passed by. The next day, Huo Jian accompanied Ye Jian to guard the courtyard. As Xia Lin said, he practiced the thirteenth stance before he could participate in the competition. Otherwise, he would stay honestly.

As for Xia Lin himself, he arrived at the site of the famous sword conference early.

Interestingly, in the past two days, there were two more places in the top ten places occupied by the people who climbed the sky, and the competition was extremely fierce.

Obviously, Xia Lin did not take action, but instead gave him an extra quota.

"What a pity." Xia Lin smiled slightly and walked straight towards ninth place.

"Huh? He's not that...yes, Jiang Li."

"Yes, I haven't been here these two days, I thought he gave up."

"Huo Jian was seriously injured. Jiang Li seemed to be injured, but he didn't expect that he would come again."

"Looking at this point, has the injury recovered?"

"I don't know, but the guys above were in trouble. They worked so hard for a few days, but the quota was taken away by someone else."

"There is nothing to do, the strength is there. But Senior Huo Jian won't appear suddenly, it would be a tragedy if the last two places are gone."

"Just kidding, you haven't seen Senior Huo Jian's injury. It's so terrible. Without five or six months of cultivation, I guess I won't think about it."

After everyone saw Xia Lin, they were talking. Several people on the stage looked at Xia Lin, as if they were a little confused, but then they immediately remembered who he was.

Xia Lin glanced at him and found that there were two quotas. No one dared to move in the hands of Jianming and another Jian family disciple. In the ninth position and the tenth position, they were also two satisfied Jian family disciples.

Xia Lin pointed casually at the disciple of Jian’s family in the ninth position, “I want your quota.”

The Jian family disciple suddenly turned pale, but when he felt the aura of Xia Lin, he knew that Xia Lin's strength was definitely not something he could compete with.

However, his face soon returned to calm, because if he remembered correctly, according to the family's investigation, Jiang Li was injured in his body because of a senior from the Jian family and could not recover in a short period of time.

Thinking of this disciple of Jian's family suddenly became more confident, "You want it if you want it? Humph, I'm still pretending to be here when I'm injured."

Xia Lin raised his eyebrows, "I should have said that even if I am injured, it is not something you jumping clowns can challenge."

"Who knows, maybe your injury is very serious?" The Jian family disciple smiled and then slowly stood in front of Xia Lin. "I accept your challenge, I want to see, you, the so-called swordsman, still have some strength at this time."

"You won't want to know." Xia Lin smiled indifferently and placed his right hand gently on the hilt of the sword.

Long sword, unsheathed!

"call out!"

A sword light flashed by, and Xia Lin had already taken action.

"Haha." A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the disciples of the Jian family. You know that you will take action quickly. Have your strength dropped to this level? As long as you delay for a while, Jiang Li will not have the power to fight, and he will be able to win easily at that time.

Thinking of this, this disciple of Jian's family immediately used sword techniques to defend.

"boom!"

With the sword energy coming, the arrogant disciple of Jian’s family was instantly bombarded out. Without a trace of hesitation, he directly passed the competition platform and landed on the ground in the distance, seriously injured.

The audience was stunned.

One move!

There is really only one move!

Has Jiang Li's strength been restored?!

While everyone was worried about whether Jiang Li could win, his strength might have quietly recovered, giving everyone a shocking blow.

"That sword just now was so terrible!"

"Yes, I have never seen such a sword technique. Could it be a fourth-grade sword technique?"

"I don't know, but it's much more powerful than some of the fourth-grade sword techniques I've seen, and it seems to be somewhat similar to Liuyun's sword technique, without any other characteristics."

"No matter what, Jiang Li has returned strongly."

"At least it is better than a disciple of Jian's family to get one quota. Now, Jian's family is probably only three quotas."

"Hehe, yes, the lowest time in history, and it may not be able to be saved. You know, everyone is probably staring at this last place, and there is fun now."

Xia Lin calmly returned the sword to the sheath and sat in the original position of the Jian family disciple.

The ninth quota is fixed!

Regardless of the rest, just the sword just now, the terrifying sword that was enough to instantly win the transformation of the sky, definitely made these disciples at the peak of Ninghai lose the desire to challenge.

What a joke?

Even if Qingyun changes, he may not be able to hold on to that sword. What are the fun of the top of Ninghai?

Xia Lin sat there, noticed several hot gazes, and immediately looked back. A malice stared at him, the young master of the Jian family, Jianming.

Obviously, Xia Lin's domineering sword just now killed a talented disciple of the Jian family, angering the young master of the Jian family.

In the past, the famous swords conferences tried to avoid killing regardless of their victory or defeat.

After all, it is not easy to get to this point, and the establishment of every family is great, so generally speaking, very few people are injured when a famous family meeting comes.

But this time, Huo Jian killed a lot of them directly. Xia Lin seemed to be unscrupulous at this time, killing him if he could, which firmly attracted the hatred of the Jian family.

Xia Lin glanced at Jianming. The arrogant young master who enjoyed all the resources immediately reached out and made a gesture of common in his previous life.

A raised middle finger!

Jian Ming was immediately angry. Although he didn't understand what the gesture meant, it was obviously not a good move with Xia Lin's sarcastic look.

The disciple of Jian's family next to him hurriedly grabbed him, "Young Master, he is deliberately irritating you, don't be fooled."

"What are you afraid of? With my strength, I still need to be afraid of him?"

"No, young master, of course your strength is strong, but be careful of their conspiracies." The disciples of the Jian family were sweating profusely, "You know, you represent the entire Jian family."

Jianming then slowly fell silent and stared at Xia Lin fiercely, "I want him to look good in the final decisive battle!"

"That's. Apart from Huo Jian, this person should be the most threatening person, with the goal directly aiming at the first place. Then, you can teach him a lesson."

Jianming smiled coldly, "Absolutely."

Xia Lin felt Jianming's malice clearly, and his fiery gaze almost ate him.

"Oh, I'm not a woman, why are you staring at me like this?" Xia Lin muttered, but looked at the door of the Jian family - Ye Jian, who had not come yet.

Haven't understood it yet?

Xia Lin silently thought in his heart that the last three Liuyun sword techniques deduced by the barbarian teacher were extremely terrifying from the thirteenth to the fifteenth style. The reason why he won with one sword just now was also the fifteenth style of Liuyun sword technique! With his injuries, he was only qualified to use one sword, so just in case, he was the strongest sword!

Time passed slowly, and Ye Jian still did not appear until the afternoon.

"The competition for quota is coming to an end." Xia Lin's heart sank a little bit. Ye Jian... still didn't understand it? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)
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