Chapter 539: Demon Extreme True Yuan Jue
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Qing Jiu Ban Hu
"Mo Shaoku hates righteous monks very much. Countless righteous monks died at his hands. Didn't you watch the game yesterday? He brutally killed a disciple of the Lingzhi Sect's inner hall, and even the elder who supervised the battle was too late to save him. "
The players next to him were stunned. Is this person so stupid?
The NPC monk sighed, looked at Lin Jichen in the arena sympathetically, and said, "This Jianzong boy is probably doomed, if he abstains now, he can save his life."
Who would have thought that the Taiping female player who just asked the question would suddenly explode.
"Fart! How could my idol lose? It seems that you have never seen the world. I will let you take a good look at what a genius is!"
The NPC monk naturally didn't believe it. Looking at Lin Jichen, a little-known kid, he said with disdain: "A disciple of Tianyan Sword Sect? That doesn't work, unless Chu Tianhan or Li Mu is there, no one is Mo Shaoku's opponent. "
"If you have the guts, bet with me, 100 Yuan Lingshi, dare you?" Taiping female player said.
"Come on, little girl, don't let your debt go if you lose."
"Whoever repudiates is a dog. I, Liu Xiazi, are notoriously rebellious... Ah bah, I am willing to bet and admit defeat!"
...
On the other side, in Jianzong's territory, after seeing Lin Jichen's opponent, Nangong Wu's expression became more dignified.
"Father, who is this person?" Nan Gongyue asked.
"The great disciple of the Evil Extreme Sect, Mo Shaoku."
"What? It's the so-called genius of the Xieji sect who happens once in a hundred years?" Nan Gongyue's heart twitched, and she became worried.
Nangong Wu nodded, frowning and said: "Although Mo Shaoku is only at the late stage of Jindan, his magic skills have been cultivated to the extreme. Lin Jichen is really unlucky. He encountered a hard stubble in the first match. I hope Lin Jichen knows the current affairs, so don't hold on, or you may be in danger."
Nan Gongyue became anxious, grabbed Nangong Wu's arm, and said, "Father, then you have to protect your little brother."
Nangong Wu smiled bitterly, and said: "Of course I know this, this kid is the proud disciple of the head of the sect, if something happens to him, I, the elder, will probably suffer as well."
Nan Gongyue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, but she still said to herself: "I believe that Junior Brother can beat him, Junior Brother is very powerful!"
Nangong Wuze shook his head, disapproving.
Lin Jichen, like Chen Yuan, started too late, unlike people like Mo Shaoku, who practiced and received training in the sect since childhood.
Nangong Wu is clear about the gap between the two, at least he knows Chen Yuan very well.
If Chen Yuan met Mo Shaoku, he was sure that Chen Yuan would be tortured by blood.
The reason why he valued Chen Yuan was because of his talent and potential, not his current strength.
Chen Yuan was regarded as top-notch among ordinary disciples, but for those elite disciples of big sects, he was still not enough.
He thought, even if Lin Jichen was a little stronger than Chen Yuan, he was not much stronger.
So he is not optimistic about this competition.
Chen word arena.
Lin Jichen looked at Mo Shaoku who was opposite, and his intuition told him that this person was not simple.
And Mo Shaoku saw that Lin Jichen was very strange, even though he was wearing the clothes of Jianzong, he looked like an ordinary disciple.
For the Tianyan Sword Sect, namely Chu Tianhan, Nan Gongyue, Li Mu, Bai Wugou, Qin Chu and other elite disciples of the Sword Sect, he would be afraid.
As for the guy in front of him who is nothing but handsome, he doesn't deserve his attention at all.
"God Lin, come on!"
"Mr. Lin, come on!"
"God Lin, come on!"
...
On both viewing platforms, countless female players began to cheer for Lin Jichen.
Mo Shaoku raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be quite famous."
Lin Jichen replied calmly: "Actually, they don't need to cheer for me at all."
"Why? Is it because you know you will lose?"
Mo Shaoku laughed, with a proud expression on his face.
This kid knew he was going to lose before the fight, it seems that his reputation of Mo Shaoku is still very effective.
"Boy, I'm in a good mood to say this to you. If you abstain from voting and admit defeat now, I will spare your life." Mo Shaoku said generously, shaking his hands.
The corners of Lin Jichen's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a subtle smile.
"You misunderstood. I said that they don't need to cheer for me, because they don't need to cheer for a small character like you, because I will win you."
Mo Shaoku's complacency disappeared from his face, replaced by a somewhat sinister smile.
"Very well, I, Mo Shaoku, am an orthodox monk who likes to challenge, because that will make me kill very happily. I hope you can keep your mouth so hard until...you die!"
Lin Jichen shrugged and said, "I've always been tough-mouthed. My swords are all forged with my mouth. One word stands out, tough! Do you have any objections?"
As he spoke, he also showed the Qingming sword in his hand.
Mo Shao smiled dryly, and looked impatiently at the elder supervisor, waiting for his order.
He couldn't wait to see if the guy in front of him really had such a hard mouth.
"The competition begins!"
The war supervisor gave an order.
Mo Shaoku almost moved at this moment!
Stepping forward, the aura of the late stage of Jindan suddenly surged, like a hell dragon breaking out of the ground, and the devilish aura boiled all over his body.
Without any nonsense, Mo Shaoku slapped directly in mid-air!
"Evil King's Palm!"
This palm suddenly erupted like a silent volcano. The powerful force disturbed the airflow around the arena, causing the river surface around the island to turbulent.
Lin Jichen showed no signs of fear, and the Qingming sword slashed against the sky!
"Sky Light Slash!"
A swipe of sword energy is like the rising sun hanging from the sky, and the divine light flashes, dazzling!
Mo Shaoku suddenly withdrew his palm, and his whole body flew past the sword energy as if teleporting, and appeared in front of Lin Jichen.
"Boy, you are too weak!"
While Mo Shaoku was speaking, his palm was fierce, like a mountain torrent erupting, with a vicious air, he slapped Lin Jichen's head viciously!
Seeing that the palm was in the middle, Mo Shaoku showed a disdainful smile, that's it?
However, when the palm wind falls, there is no familiar feeling of hitting other people's spirits in the past, but a sense of emptiness in the palm of the hand.
"Phantom technique?" Mo Shaoku quickly responded.
A crisis struck behind him, and a wisp of sword energy struck.
Mo Shaoku snorted coldly, and put up a real essence mask as thin as a cicada's wing in front of him.
The sword energy fell on it, like a dragonfly touching water, only causing a little ripple, and then disappeared.
Lin Jichen stopped the sword in his hand, and said in surprise, "Tianpin Xinfa, Moji Zhenyuan Jue?"
Mo Shaoku sneered and said: "You have a bit of eyesight, you even know the Moji True Yuan Jue, do you think you still have hope to win?"
Lin Jichen chuckled, Moji Zhenyuan Jue is indeed a very strong mental skill, it can automatically protect itself from the master's consciousness, and its defense is extremely high, it can be used both physical and legal.
Whether it is spells or physical damage, it can be resisted, and it is not like the spiritual shield of Jindan state, which consumes a lot of mana.
Moji Zhenyuan Jue consumes very little mana, and it can even absorb the damage it receives and add it to the master's next attack.
This ability is very perverted.
In the previous life, this mental skill was sold at sky-high prices.
Looking at Mo Shaoku's eyes at this moment, Lin Jichen became extremely hungry...
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One more~
The players next to him were stunned. Is this person so stupid?
The NPC monk sighed, looked at Lin Jichen in the arena sympathetically, and said, "This Jianzong boy is probably doomed, if he abstains now, he can save his life."
Who would have thought that the Taiping female player who just asked the question would suddenly explode.
"Fart! How could my idol lose? It seems that you have never seen the world. I will let you take a good look at what a genius is!"
The NPC monk naturally didn't believe it. Looking at Lin Jichen, a little-known kid, he said with disdain: "A disciple of Tianyan Sword Sect? That doesn't work, unless Chu Tianhan or Li Mu is there, no one is Mo Shaoku's opponent. "
"If you have the guts, bet with me, 100 Yuan Lingshi, dare you?" Taiping female player said.
"Come on, little girl, don't let your debt go if you lose."
"Whoever repudiates is a dog. I, Liu Xiazi, are notoriously rebellious... Ah bah, I am willing to bet and admit defeat!"
...
On the other side, in Jianzong's territory, after seeing Lin Jichen's opponent, Nangong Wu's expression became more dignified.
"Father, who is this person?" Nan Gongyue asked.
"The great disciple of the Evil Extreme Sect, Mo Shaoku."
"What? It's the so-called genius of the Xieji sect who happens once in a hundred years?" Nan Gongyue's heart twitched, and she became worried.
Nangong Wu nodded, frowning and said: "Although Mo Shaoku is only at the late stage of Jindan, his magic skills have been cultivated to the extreme. Lin Jichen is really unlucky. He encountered a hard stubble in the first match. I hope Lin Jichen knows the current affairs, so don't hold on, or you may be in danger."
Nan Gongyue became anxious, grabbed Nangong Wu's arm, and said, "Father, then you have to protect your little brother."
Nangong Wu smiled bitterly, and said: "Of course I know this, this kid is the proud disciple of the head of the sect, if something happens to him, I, the elder, will probably suffer as well."
Nan Gongyue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, but she still said to herself: "I believe that Junior Brother can beat him, Junior Brother is very powerful!"
Nangong Wuze shook his head, disapproving.
Lin Jichen, like Chen Yuan, started too late, unlike people like Mo Shaoku, who practiced and received training in the sect since childhood.
Nangong Wu is clear about the gap between the two, at least he knows Chen Yuan very well.
If Chen Yuan met Mo Shaoku, he was sure that Chen Yuan would be tortured by blood.
The reason why he valued Chen Yuan was because of his talent and potential, not his current strength.
Chen Yuan was regarded as top-notch among ordinary disciples, but for those elite disciples of big sects, he was still not enough.
He thought, even if Lin Jichen was a little stronger than Chen Yuan, he was not much stronger.
So he is not optimistic about this competition.
Chen word arena.
Lin Jichen looked at Mo Shaoku who was opposite, and his intuition told him that this person was not simple.
And Mo Shaoku saw that Lin Jichen was very strange, even though he was wearing the clothes of Jianzong, he looked like an ordinary disciple.
For the Tianyan Sword Sect, namely Chu Tianhan, Nan Gongyue, Li Mu, Bai Wugou, Qin Chu and other elite disciples of the Sword Sect, he would be afraid.
As for the guy in front of him who is nothing but handsome, he doesn't deserve his attention at all.
"God Lin, come on!"
"Mr. Lin, come on!"
"God Lin, come on!"
...
On both viewing platforms, countless female players began to cheer for Lin Jichen.
Mo Shaoku raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be quite famous."
Lin Jichen replied calmly: "Actually, they don't need to cheer for me at all."
"Why? Is it because you know you will lose?"
Mo Shaoku laughed, with a proud expression on his face.
This kid knew he was going to lose before the fight, it seems that his reputation of Mo Shaoku is still very effective.
"Boy, I'm in a good mood to say this to you. If you abstain from voting and admit defeat now, I will spare your life." Mo Shaoku said generously, shaking his hands.
The corners of Lin Jichen's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a subtle smile.
"You misunderstood. I said that they don't need to cheer for me, because they don't need to cheer for a small character like you, because I will win you."
Mo Shaoku's complacency disappeared from his face, replaced by a somewhat sinister smile.
"Very well, I, Mo Shaoku, am an orthodox monk who likes to challenge, because that will make me kill very happily. I hope you can keep your mouth so hard until...you die!"
Lin Jichen shrugged and said, "I've always been tough-mouthed. My swords are all forged with my mouth. One word stands out, tough! Do you have any objections?"
As he spoke, he also showed the Qingming sword in his hand.
Mo Shao smiled dryly, and looked impatiently at the elder supervisor, waiting for his order.
He couldn't wait to see if the guy in front of him really had such a hard mouth.
"The competition begins!"
The war supervisor gave an order.
Mo Shaoku almost moved at this moment!
Stepping forward, the aura of the late stage of Jindan suddenly surged, like a hell dragon breaking out of the ground, and the devilish aura boiled all over his body.
Without any nonsense, Mo Shaoku slapped directly in mid-air!
"Evil King's Palm!"
This palm suddenly erupted like a silent volcano. The powerful force disturbed the airflow around the arena, causing the river surface around the island to turbulent.
Lin Jichen showed no signs of fear, and the Qingming sword slashed against the sky!
"Sky Light Slash!"
A swipe of sword energy is like the rising sun hanging from the sky, and the divine light flashes, dazzling!
Mo Shaoku suddenly withdrew his palm, and his whole body flew past the sword energy as if teleporting, and appeared in front of Lin Jichen.
"Boy, you are too weak!"
While Mo Shaoku was speaking, his palm was fierce, like a mountain torrent erupting, with a vicious air, he slapped Lin Jichen's head viciously!
Seeing that the palm was in the middle, Mo Shaoku showed a disdainful smile, that's it?
However, when the palm wind falls, there is no familiar feeling of hitting other people's spirits in the past, but a sense of emptiness in the palm of the hand.
"Phantom technique?" Mo Shaoku quickly responded.
A crisis struck behind him, and a wisp of sword energy struck.
Mo Shaoku snorted coldly, and put up a real essence mask as thin as a cicada's wing in front of him.
The sword energy fell on it, like a dragonfly touching water, only causing a little ripple, and then disappeared.
Lin Jichen stopped the sword in his hand, and said in surprise, "Tianpin Xinfa, Moji Zhenyuan Jue?"
Mo Shaoku sneered and said: "You have a bit of eyesight, you even know the Moji True Yuan Jue, do you think you still have hope to win?"
Lin Jichen chuckled, Moji Zhenyuan Jue is indeed a very strong mental skill, it can automatically protect itself from the master's consciousness, and its defense is extremely high, it can be used both physical and legal.
Whether it is spells or physical damage, it can be resisted, and it is not like the spiritual shield of Jindan state, which consumes a lot of mana.
Moji Zhenyuan Jue consumes very little mana, and it can even absorb the damage it receives and add it to the master's next attack.
This ability is very perverted.
In the previous life, this mental skill was sold at sky-high prices.
Looking at Mo Shaoku's eyes at this moment, Lin Jichen became extremely hungry...
····
One more~
