Chapter 210 Demon Sword Song Lin Chen Xi's battle was unexpectedly they had not originally planned to target the Xiyi Sect, or perhaps it was because of the strength displayed by Song Lin and Iris that some people gave up their original plans. "I am back." Chen Xi was in high spirits as he stepped on the waves and fell down from the Jiuquan Waterfall. "Let's go." Song Lin said. "Let's go eat!" Iris waved her hand, as if she was rushing to the battlefield. Their battle is over, and they just have to wait for the afternoon round-robin match. Win four games and advance to the top 32. "Everyone, please follow me." Peng Yue led the way in front. Many people followed suit and began to leave. Today's hot battles are over, and it's time for them to prepare for the afternoon's highlight.

After a while. Peng Yue led everyone into a room in the inn and said, "Please wait a moment, I will have someone prepare the dishes." "Thank you." After Song Lin expressed his gratitude, he sat down with everyone. They started discussing the fight in the afternoon. "I hope we don't meet each other too early." Gui Xiuer glanced at Chen Xi and said with a smile. "I'll be satisfied if I can make it into the top sixteen." Iris looked expectant. To be in the top sixteen would be on the list, which had always been a small dream of hers. "It's a pity that I didn't see Miss Chen's Xiyi swordsmanship." Ye Liuyun felt a little regretful. "There will be a chance." Chen Xi chuckled. She also felt a lot of pressure when she thought about having to face Ye Liuyun. "I heard that the Xiyi Sect has a secret technique called Morning and Evening Technique. It was created by Jianzhai three thousand years ago, but now it has been lost in Jianzhai and has become a unique technique of the Xiyi Sect. Has Sister Chen Xi learned it?" Iris took Chen Xi's hand and asked. "Sister, the requirements for practicing the Morning and Evening Technique are extremely high, and it is also very easy to go astray. In the past thousands of years, few people in the Xiyi Sect have succeeded in practicing it. As for who has practiced it, Grandmother-in-law doesn't allow Xier to say." Chen Xi looked apologetic. "Oh, it's okay." Everyone changed the topic and continued chatting. Morning and evening tactic.

Song Lin's eyes flashed. The days are short and the years are withering and flourishing. It turns out that the Xiyi Sect back then inherited this martial art that was practiced by Li Yixiu, Mu Qingcheng, Mu Xiyi, and Xie Muxue. He was finally sure. Chen Xi is Chen Lingzhi, and Chen Jingying is actually Chen Wuhen. Unfortunately, Chen Jingying is just like Mu Xiyi back then, obsessed and unable to distinguish her true self from her true self. I wonder if Chen Xi will follow this old path. "Disaster." Thinking of this, Song Lin shook his head in his heart. "Only someone like Li Yixiu could understand the principles of life and death, and comprehend the way time decays. Even Mu Qingcheng's practice was not good enough." "But I don't know...did Xie Muxue succeed in the end?" "Can the end of this technique really affect time?" Time goes by. noon. After they had their fill and rested for a while, they set out again for Jiuquan Waterfall. There were huge crowds of people and a lot of noise ahead. When Song Lin and his companions came over, the crowd automatically made way for them and looked at them expectantly. "The last seeded players are entering the arena, and the real showdown is about to begin." "What do you think will happen if Yang Qingyuan meets other people on the list?" "Except for Xu Haiquan and Tianshaguxing Beinanfeng, I can't think of anyone else who can definitely beat him." "Is there hope for He Changfeng, the Great Hero Changfeng?" While talking. Several people went up to the viewing platform. With the sound of drums, the battle in the clouds has begun. "Number eight versus number thirty-six...Number seventy-seven versus number five hundred and forty-two...Number one thousand versus number one thousand three hundred... Please go on stage in order if your number is called." Sixty-four names in a row, "I'm going to play." Ye Liuyun stood up, sword intent surging. "I'm going to play too." Song Lin smiled. "Let's see who can deal with the opponent faster." A hint of fighting spirit flashed in Ye Liuyun's eyes.

In his mind. In fact, Song Lin is the real opponent. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, not only must we fight with our enemies, but also with the people of the world. "it is good." The words fell. Song Lin stepped forward, and clouds appeared under his feet. "Hahaha" Ye Liuyun laughed loudly, and his figure flew through the air like a sword, heading straight for the first cloud platform. "I have met this brother." Song Lin landed on the third cloud platform and bowed slowly. "My name is Yuan Hai, and I'd like to learn from you the skills of the successor of Yu Dao." The other party was also a master with a knife, and he looked at Song Lin expectantly. Say it. The first knife attacked. The knife light stretched out, like a sweeping wave. "Good sword skills." Song Lin exclaimed in praise. ding~~ Yuan Hai suddenly stopped and lowered his head in a daze. There was a knife scar on the collar of his shirt at the chest. He lost. He lost before he even saw the opponent's knife. Good knife skills? Are you really good at knife skills? Yuan Hai smiled bitterly, clasped his fists and said, "I admit defeat." "Thank you." Song Lin nodded and descended from the platform. Ye Liuyun took the lead and was already waiting here. "I won." Ye Liuyun raised his head. "You're so fast." Song Lin was amazed.

"How many times did you use the knife?" Ye Liuyun frowned for some reason, feeling that there was something wrong with what he said. "One knife." "Uh..." Ye Liuyun was thinking. "Please come on stage, No. 13, 703... No. 2, 99... No. 9, 800..." Another 64 names. "I'm going up," Gui Xiu'er said. "come on!" Everyone encouraged. "Look, number two, the unlucky star - Bei Nanfeng. And number nine, Miao Sheng Yi." Iris pointed to the sky, the second and third cloud platforms. There's something good to watch! Gui Xiuer, Bei Nanfeng and Miaosheng appeared on the stage at the same time, and everyone was dazzled. Most people's attention was focused on Bei Nanfeng's battle. How had this runner-up on the last ranking, who had lost to Jian Wuxin, improved after a year? Song Lin's gaze stopped on Miao Shengyi, with a strange look in his eyes. "Is this the Tianshui Palace's technique?" I saw it on the third cloud platform. Miao Shengyi's long sleeves fluttered, her posture was like a graceful dance, and she played with her opponent. People who knew her knew that this was Miao Shengyi's style, she was eccentric and liked to play with her opponent. But in Song Lin's eyes, he clearly saw Miao Shengyi's palms hidden in his sleeves, faintly forming some strange marks that kept changing. The hand seal changes every time. Miaosheng's beautiful and otherworldly face gives people a sense of holiness. This is difficult for ordinary people to detect. Even an ordinary divine palace would not be able to guess the mystery behind the seal. "Strange, I have seen so many martial arts in my previous life, but I have never seen this seal. But it feels inexplicably familiar. She doesn't seem to be afraid of being seen through..." Song Lin couldn't help but fall into deep thought. "What are you thinking about?" Ye Liuyun slapped him on the shoulder. "No." Song Lin shook his head. "The battle is over." Ye Liuyun looked up and gestured. Gui Xiu'er, Bei Nanfeng and Miao Shengyi had already dealt with their respective opponents and fell from the cloud platform. Song Lin asked casually: "How do you feel?"

"Bei Nanfeng has made progress again." Ye Liuyun's face was solemn, "I feel like he is only one step away from the Divine Palace." Song Lin said: "How do you compare?" "I should... not be able to beat him." Ye Liuyun said. "what?" Song Lin was surprised. This was the first time he saw Ye Liuyun so unconfident. "I lost to him in the last session, so he certainly knows our strength." Ye Liuyun said calmly. But everyone clearly felt the fighting spirit surging in him. In terms of paper strength, Ye Liuyun is indeed not as good as Bei Nanfeng, who is a master with talent that is no less than his. But victory or defeat depends on a single thought. How can you know the outcome if you don’t try? "By the way, why is Lin Fan nowhere to be seen?" Song Lin asked again. "I'm afraid he has hidden his identity. He just offended the Hundred Flowers Palace, how dare he show up?" Iris said with a smile. "Too." soon. The first round ended, and more than 200 people remained to continue the second round of fighting. Several people took turns to go on stage, but none of them bumped into each other. Even Iris passed the test easily, showing her proud style. If you say there is no trick in this ranking, I'm afraid no one will believe it. "Let's go. The top 32 have been announced. Let's go back and study those unknown masters carefully to avoid any setbacks." "It seems that the ranking of the Baihua Palace is now clear." "The top sixteen are only the places to comprehend the Nine Springs Water Eye within three days. What everyone is really fighting for is this title." "What's the point of Jian Wuxin being invincible?" Dusk falls. The first day of the Jiuquan Sword Contest has finally ended. When they returned to the inn prepared by Peng Yue, they all had heavy hearts and minds. they know. Tomorrow will be the real battle at the top of the cloud. One game a day, the winner goes up and the loser goes down.

If they were unlucky enough to meet, they would have to brutally decide a winner. Night falls. After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest and recuperate. Late at night, midnight. A figure quietly left the inn, walked around, and returned to the inn. Click~~ A stone fell on a window. "Who?" A slightly old voice sounded in the house. The figure stayed for a moment, waiting for Peng Yue to appear in front of the window, before slowly walking into the night. "Ok?" Peng Yue looked at his back, thoughtfully. After a while. Feeling that someone was catching up with him, Song Lin smiled silently, continued walking forward for a while and stopped by a deserted river. "Your Excellency invited me here so late at night. What can I do for you?" "I have a question, I want to ask you, senior." Song Lin turned around slowly. The moonlight fell on his face, clearly reflecting a handsome face. When I saw his face clearly. Peng Yue's heart was shocked. "It's like... so similar..." "Senior, do you understand now why I am looking for you?" Song Lin returned to his original appearance and felt relieved all over. However, when he thought that he was about to know the truth of what happened back then, he felt heavy in his heart. "You are……" Peng Yue was still a little hesitant. call-- Suddenly, a flash of knife appeared. Leaves fell from the tree beside Peng Yue. Each leaf was complete and smooth, yet as thin as a cicada's wing. It was obvious that they had been cut into two layers by a single cut. "Song Lin, the Demon Sword." Peng Yue looked at the fish-cutting knife in Song Lin's hand, unable to hide his surprise, "You really are... her child!"

"Senior, I want to know what happened to my mother back then." Song Lin had a blank expression on his face, and he unconsciously applied force on the fish-butchering knife in one hand. His memory has been lost. But the instinct of this body is always worrying. In fact, there are many times. Song Lin couldn't tell whether he had traveled through time and space and taken over another person's body, or had awakened his innate wisdom. perhaps. When he remembered his past life, the price he paid was to forget the past twenty years. (End of this chapter)