Chapter 215: Ice Halberd, Shining on the Cloud Peak September Nine Springs Sword Contest is sixteen to eight. Above the clouds. The water curtain of Jiuquan Waterfall seemed to rise ten feet again as if following the change of tides, leaving only eight cloud platforms. "Today's first Yuntai match is between Yang Qingyuan and Hao Qinlong." A loud voice spread in all directions. "come on." "This round is a sure win!" "Kill him in one blow!" Everyone congratulated Song Lin in advance on passing the test. Many people watching the fight even started betting on how many moves he would take down Hao Qinlong. Now Song Lin has become the favorite to win.

Although it was impossible to defeat Jian Wuxin with the Thunder Sound Realm, and even facing Bei Nanfeng and other seeded players was somewhat dangerous, this legend was enough to make people talk about it with great relish. A figure was the first to climb onto the first platform. Hao Qinlong looked at Song Lin below, tightly gripping the spear in his hand with a solemn expression. hum- A flash of knife light cut through the sky. Song Lin jumped onto the first cloud platform like lightning. He bowed and said, "The successor of the Foolish Sword, Yang Qingyuan - please teach me." "Don't dare!" Hao Qinlong quickly returned the greeting and said, "Hao is not very good at martial arts, so please show some mercy, Young Master Yang." "please." "please." Both sides were very polite. Swoosh - suddenly a long spear pierced through the sea of ​​clouds and came straight towards Song Lin. The air was filled with dragon roars, and Hao Qinlong seemed to be holding a dragon, turning it into a long spear and attacking Song Lin. "Good marksmanship!" Song Lin exclaimed in praise. The long sword was as fast as the wind, and it struck down eighteen times in a row, dissolving the condensed aura and spear light bit by bit. After a while. The two of them actually started fighting. See this scene.

Many people who bet on him to defeat his opponent within one or three moves wailed. "This Yang Qingyuan, did this on purpose!" "It's obvious that he can win easily, why doesn't he use his best skills?" "Master Hao is so generous that he actually asked the successor of the Foolish Sword to hold back..." Ding Ding Dang~~ In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged more than ten moves. "Young Master Yang, please show us your true abilities. Such behavior is too much of a disrespect to me, Hao!" Hao Qinlong's voice contained a hint of anger. At the age of thirty-five, he was already the leader of the Dragon Spear Sect and had the dignity of being the leader of a sect. "Master Hao, you think too little of yourself." Song Lin suddenly put away his knife and placed it on the edge of the platform. Looking at Hao Qinlong's stunned face, he could not help but shake his head helplessly. Real ability? From the beginning, Hao Qinlong knew he would lose, so he adopted a defensive stance with his spear at the beginning, and moved it tightly. Song Lin's fatal sword could not find any gap at all. He really underestimated himself. The 35-year-old Hao Qinlong might be a little less talented, or his potential might have been exhausted and he was not eligible for the Divine Palace. But after years of hard study and practice, his ability was not much worse than Xu Haiquan. Defend with all your might against such a person. The disadvantages of Song Lin being only at the Leiyin realm were completely exposed. at this time. Some experts in the audience also saw the problem. "I didn't expect that Yang Qingyuan would be stopped at this level." "His knife... is too short." "Faced with Hao Qinlong who is on the defensive, if we don't want to risk getting hurt, we can only continue to hold out and wait for him to reveal a flaw." "Hao Qinlong rose from humble beginnings and is very experienced. Facing the famous successor of Yu Dao, he certainly won't reveal his flaws easily." "It seems that no one in the martial arts world can be underestimated!" On the first cloud platform. After being reminded by Song Lin, Hao Qinlong finally came to his senses. With a look of great joy, he immediately counterattacked with his gun. However, he was experienced and shrewd, and he still maintained a tight defense under the strong attack of the two-meter-long spear, making it impossible for others to attack. "Does he want to win so much?" Song Lin smiled faintly. Knife techniques are difficult to use. The sword techniques seem to be similar.

Facing a person with whom he had no grudges or hatred, Song Lin did not want to use the knife to kill him, so it seemed that he had only one choice. suddenly. There was a rare hint of seriousness in his expression. Then, in the surprised eyes of the crowd, he put the long sword in his hand back to his waist. He stretched out his hand and drew a stream of spring water from the water column under his feet, which gradually condensed into ice in his hand. finally. It turned into a crystal clear, icy halberd with a blade as sharp as a sword or a knife. "Halberd? This is a halberd, right?" "Using a halberd against a spear, they really complement each other." "But the successor of Yu Dao knows how to use a sword, but he can also use a halberd?" "Hahaha, can an ice halberd made of condensed water vapor actually collide with Patriarch Hao's spear?" Many people didn't believe it at all, and thought Song Lin was just being mysterious. Who knows what strange tricks were hidden behind this move! "Be careful!" Suddenly a loud shout spread throughout the clouds. Hao Qinlong's heart subconsciously tightened and he was on full alert, but looking at the icy halberd that pierced through the air, he couldn't be on guard at all. what's the situation? He knew that something was wrong with his mentality. But when faced with that ordinary ice spear, I just couldn't muster the urge to take it seriously. If he had lived three thousand years ago and heard the legend of the 100-strike flood, he would definitely not dare to think so. pity. It was the first time he had seen such an attack. Like many people in the martial arts world today, and like many people who first saw this attack three thousand years ago, they eventually... paid the price for it. bang—— The tip of the ice halberd collided with the tip of the spear, and suddenly, a ray of shocking light, like sunlight reflected into everyone's eyes. Everyone closed their eyes subconsciously. Silently. Hao Qinlong's fine steel spear was broken into pieces as if it were a piece of ice. When he opened his eyes, an ice spear was already in front of his throat. His hands were empty. My heart... also feels empty. Hao Qinlong turned his head to look at the remaining piece of gun in his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "I lost..."

"Concession." As soon as Song Lin let go, the Ice Halberd instantly broke into pieces and returned to the Nine Springs Waterfall under their feet. "Young Master Yang..." Hao Qinlong suddenly called out to Song Lin who was turning around. "What's the matter?" Song Lin stopped. "You have been fighting with that broken sword. Is it because... you are practicing this magical technique?" Hao Qinlong looked at his back, his eyes flashing with anticipation. "That's it." Song Lin smiled casually. Neither Xu Haiquan nor Hao Qinlong was real pressure on him. There is actually not much difference between using a knife, a sword, or a halberd. Victory or defeat is just a matter of time. Today, he just saw the opponent's spear and missed the martial arts that had disappeared from the world. Hundred Strike Attacks——He had already learned it. The Ice Halberd just now was just the tip of the iceberg. "On the second cloud platform, Ye Liuyun faces Miao Shengyi." The organizer placed Song Lin's nameplate on the first cloud platform. At the same time, the battle on the second platform also began. However, at this moment, many people's minds were still on Song Lin. This battle. Let them feel that they have seen through his weaknesses. Targeting this weakness. Some people suddenly felt more confident about the possible battle tomorrow. As long as they could defend against the foolish knife and block the fatal blow... would Yang Qingyuan still be a threat? But...is there really anyone who can block this attack? Hao Qinlong, who had experienced it personally, looked at the eyes of the people below the stage and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. The only one who can face this blow personally. Only then can you deeply appreciate the true horror of the descendant of the Foolish Sword! After a while. Ye Liuyun's battle with Miao Shengyi ended. The two fell from the cloud platform. "Young Master Ye, you are still so ignorant of romance. This sword hits me so hard!" Miaosheng glanced at Ye Liuyun with eyes as bright as water, and gently covered her buttocks with her small hands. "Humph." Ye Liuyun stood with a sword in his arms, his expression grim.

For a moment, it attracted cheers from many enthusiastic and bold women in the martial arts world. "Slut." "Force the King." "I only spank women, and I'm a rogue swordsman... I deserve my reputation." Iris, Gui Xiuer, and Chen Xi spat at the same time. "On the third Yuntai, Tan Tai Xuan Yin battles against Jue Wu Qing." The main event is coming. Everyone was cheered up. The true disciple of Jianzhai - Tan Tai Xuanyin, the passionate swordsman of Wuqingdu - Jue Wuqing. Both of them use swords and their strength is equal. more importantly. Tan Tai Xuan Yin cultivated the sword of affection, while Jue Wu Qing cultivated the sword of indifference. It was rumored that he had gone from being affectionate to being indifferent. If one day he could enter the path of indifference, he might be able to enter the Divine Palace after leaving. In the Divine Mansion realm, he is also an outstanding master. however. The turn of events is often unexpected. A sword. With just one sword strike, Jue Wuqing was defeated. His ruthless sword seemed to have met its nemesis in front of Tan Tai Xuan Yin's compassionate sword. Do not! It is not the sword that is overcome, but the person. “Xuan Yin…” When everyone saw Jue Wuqing's shaking hands, as if he wanted to hold Tan Tai Xuanyin, and the infatuated look in his eyes, they understood everything... "Master, please respect yourself." Tan Tai Xuan Yin turned around indifferently and jumped off the cloud platform. Jue Wuqing's face suddenly turned grim, and seemed three times gloomier than when he had just been defeated. "She is humble to you, but in the eyes of others, she is like a fairy who cannot be desecrated." Ye Liuyun glanced at Song Lin with a teasing look on his face. "Humph." Song Lin groaned. "Did I say something wrong?" Ye Liuyun was about to continue exerting force.

"Last night..." Song Lin suddenly said, "I found a few sneaky thieves following me. If I had known that, I should have stabbed you... Oh no, I should have killed them all." "Ah? Hey, hey hey...he really deserves to be killed!" Ye Liuyun scratched his head and laughed awkwardly. Turn around. I found that Iris, Gui Xiuer and Chen Xi were all looking up at the sky, as if there was a mark of the Great Dao appearing in the sky, making people stare at it intently. "On the fourth cloud platform, Chen Xi of the Xiyi Sect faces Dao Wuming of the Tyrant Blade Sect." coming. Everyone's expression suddenly tensed. The best sword of the contemporary Badao Sect - Dao Wuming. Does Chen Xi, who is new to the game, have a hope of winning? After a while. A figure fell helplessly from the sky. Song Lin flew forward and took Chen Xi's seriously injured body into his arms. He lowered his head and asked, "Are you okay?" "No...Puff!" Before Chen Xi could finish his words, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted in Song Lin's arms. "Sister Xier!" "Chen Xi, please don't die!" Iris and Gui Xiu'er hurried forward. Song Lin handed Chen Xi to the two girls and looked up at the sky. On the fourth cloud platform. A man with a cold and hard face was looking down. His eyes were cold and domineering, as if brewing a crazy sword intent. The first sword of Ba Dao Sect. Song Lin gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes. Dao Wuming, it was intentional. After the top 32 in the Cloud Peak Battle, Chen Xi was the first one to suffer such a terrible defeat. He could obviously defeat Chen Xi easily, but he deliberately knocked her down, and the implication of humiliation was very obvious. 'I hope we can meet tomorrow.' Song Lin opened his mouth and spoke silently. 'Wait for you.'

Dao Wuming's lips curled up into a smile. (End of this chapter)