Chapter 506 An unstoppable winning streak! (3 updates)

The figure flashed, and Lin Xian'er landed on the ring, her figure was elegant and as graceful as a fairy.

"Oh? She is actually a beauty!"

A blazing light flashed in the eyes of the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple opposite.

He was secretly glad that he could compete with such a beautiful woman, and for a while he thought he would have to take advantage of her.

"Beauty, what's the future for you if you stay in the Wenxian Sect? Why don't you come to our Liuyun Sword Sect. With my senior brother, I will protect you and ensure that you will be promoted to the inner sect soon. If you stand here again in three years, what will happen? The winner enjoys honor, not shame!”

"Nonsense, are you done?"

Lin Xianer said calmly.

"Forehead……"

The disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect was obviously stunned for a moment. Lin Xianer's attitude made him seem to have an illusion.

He suddenly felt that this woman might capsize him in the gutter.

"Whether it is honor or shame, it seems that the final decision has not been made yet." Lin Xianer said with a smile on her lips.

Even if you don't have yourself, even if you ask the disciples of Xianzong for ten consecutive defeats.

However, even if the two heads of Liuyun Sword Sect and Qiankun Sect were tied together, they would still be completely tortured by Ling Feng.

"Hmph, naive!"

The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple stopped looking down on him. Lin Xianer's calmness gave him a sense of danger.

"Liuyun Sunset Sword!"

With a roar, the disciples of Liuyun Sword Sect moved!

It has to be said that Liuyun Sword Sect is the only sword sect among the three upper sects, and the swordsmanship of its disciples is indeed somewhat impressive.

However, in front of the elites of Tianwei Academy, there is only two words: garbage!

Uh-huh!

Lin Xian'er's body was like a ghost, but from one side, at an extremely tricky angle, she punched the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple's abdomen fiercely.

"Bang!"

A figure flew out upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

The next moment, the disciple of the famous Yunjian Sect fell heavily to the ground, pointed at Lin Xian'er, gritted his teeth and yelled, "You——"

The sound stopped suddenly, because in the next moment, the severe pain caused him to completely faint.

"Asking about the name of the Immortal Sect should not be taken lightly."

Lin Xianer stood proudly on the stage, whether it was because of Ling Feng or her biological father whom she had never met.

Deep down in her heart, she had already considered herself a member of the Wenxian Sect.

"good!"

This was the Wenxian Sect's first victory, and it also made the frustrated Wenxian Sect disciples cheer loudly.

After seven consecutive defeats, Wenxian Sect finally ushered in its first victory!

Elder Yao also obviously had a smile on his face, he laughed and said: "She is indeed the future wife of the head of the family."

"Elder Yao, it's better not to joke about this kind of thing casually." Ling Feng shook his head and smiled.

Elder Yao narrowed his eyes, "Isn't it a matter of time? If this girl Xian'er is the daughter of Junior Brother Duanmu, and if you and her can make things happen, wouldn't it be better to get married?"

Ling Feng shook his head and said no more.

Maybe he does have some affection for Lin Xian'er, but they are more like friends.

"Humph, it's just a victory, what's the point of being proud of!"

Cao Tailai, the head of Liuyun Sword Sect, snorted coldly, "Wenxian Sect has lost seven consecutive games, and its results in the disciple competition are destined to be at the bottom!"

From Cao Tai's point of view, even if Lin Xian'er is really capable, she can only win three or four games at most.

Even if another four or five points were added to the Wenxian Sect, it would not affect the overall situation.

However, Lin Xianer's subsequent achievements shocked everyone in Liuyun Sword Sect and Qiankun Sect.

Lin Xian'er stood on the stage and turned the compass of heaven's choice frequently, but every time the opponent she chose could hardly catch her three moves.

Soon, Lin Xianer's results went from one victory to three consecutive victories!

Five consecutive wins!

Seven consecutive wins!

Ten consecutive wins!

After seven consecutive defeats, Wenxian Sect unexpectedly won an astonishing ten consecutive victories, and its score also went from zero to eighteen points. (According to the rules, after two consecutive wins, each win counts as two points.)

With this result, Wenxian Sect became the first among the three sects!

"No, that's impossible!"

"Who is that little girl? How come the Immortal Sect has such a powerful disciple?"

"Damn it, damn it!"

Both the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Qiankun Sect obviously became frightened and uneasy under Lin Xianer's strength.

And from beginning to end, no one even caused Lin Xianer to suffer any slight injury.

Is this really the power of the same dimension? Is it really a duel between pulse condensing realms?

In the eyes of these ninth-rate sects, it is simply impossible to understand why the gap can be so huge among those who are both in the Pulse Condensation Realm.

"Next, Jiayi, please invite Ximen Chuiliu from Liuyun Sword Sect to come on stage!"

Taoist Priest Tianyun's voice has changed from calm to shocking.

No wonder the young head of the Wenxian Sect looks so calm. It turns out that there is such a trump card hidden in the Wenxian Sect.

However, now it is the turn of Liuyun Sword Sect's trump card.

After all, Ximen Chuiliu was a genius who had understood the rudimentary form of sword intent. Perhaps he would not be killed instantly by Lin Xianer like the previous players.

Ximen Chuiliu felt that he was under a lot of pressure.

He is the biggest trump card of Liuyun Sword Sect. If even he loses, it means that except for the first four or five victories of Liuyun Sword Sect, all the subsequent ones will be defeats.

This seems to be even more shameful than Wenxian Sect's seven-game losing streak!

"Chuiliu, show your full strength, don't hold back your sword intent, you must not lose to that little girl!"

Cao Tailai clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth in hatred.

"Don't worry, Master, my Bingpo sword intent is not so easy to deal with!" Ximen Chuiliu flew onto the high platform and immediately opened his sword intent.

Oh no, strictly speaking, it's just the prototype of the sword intent.

However, although it's just a prototype, it has already begun to have a certain lethality.

The temperature on the entire arena dropped instantly, and Ximen Chuiliu's robe moved without wind.

"My junior sister, next, you will taste the taste of failure. Once this sword comes out, you will lose!"

A strand of hair fluttered in the wind on Ximen Chuiliu's forehead.

He stood sideways in a chic manner, dressed in white, floating out of the dust, and the sword on his waist hummed.

"Ximen Chui Liu! It's time to stop pretending!" Cao Tailai was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "Hurry up and make a move! Hurry up and make a move for this master!"

"Clang!"

With a sound of sword, Ximen Chui Liu's sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and then a flash of cold light flashed across.

"A sword comes from the west, and the cold light shines across the nine states!"

When Ximen Chui Liu made a move, he learned a Xuan-level sword technique by chance.

He had never used this move in front of outsiders before, but under the dominance of Lin Xian'er, he had to use his best skills.

"It's a good posture, but is it just this powerful?"

Lin Xian'er put two fingers together, and a ball of light purple light condensed at her fingertips, which actually clamped the tip of Ximen Chui Liu's sword steadily.

The sword energy in the sky disappeared in an instant, leaving Ximen Chui Liu hanging in the air, looking at Lin Xian'er in astonishment.

His Xuan-level sword technique killer move was so easily cracked by Lin Xian'er?

Then, a huge force came from the blade, and Ximen Chui Liu was thrown out before he could even react.

Bang!

His body fell heavily to the ground, and he repeated the mistakes of the disciples who were defeated by Lin Xian'er before.

As expected, no one could survive Lin Xian'er's hands. Three moves!