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Gao Lin was kicked to the ground, covered with soil, very embarrassed.

However, he still quickly stood up, gritted his teeth and said: "it seems that this year, you have got some adventure, otherwise you will not have such progress."

Ling Hong disdains a hum.

A year ago, he was almost crushing, trampling on this high temporary under his feet.

Another year later, Gao Lin is still the same, except for the more colorful moves, there is no substantial progress.

"It looks like I'm the only one who can hold you down." Zhang Jianbai, who has not spoken for a long time, is finally speaking.

He was dressed in a white robe with a sword bag on his back. He walked slowly into the challenge arena like an immortal in heaven.

Ling Hong closed his eyes and said haughtily, "my goal today is not the two of you. Show me your strongest moves. Let me have a look."

He didn't take Zhang Jianbai seriously.

Zhang Jianbai frowned: "I advise you to be more careful. My sword is different from Gao Lin."

Ling Hong said indifferently, "I have learned your swordsmanship a year ago. There is nothing worth my careful attention."

His defense, King Kong is not bad, ordinary people can not break.

Although this Jian Bai is better than Gao Lin, it will not be too strong.

"Well, you asked for it!"

Zhang Jianbai roared: "Tao gives birth to ten thousand swords!"

As soon as he danced his sword, he immediately gave birth to ten thousand swords and stabbed at Ling Hong.

These swords are not only extremely sharp, but also have a trace of Dao Yun hidden in them. If you are in this majestic sword spirit, you may die if you are not careful.

Ling Hong sneers and takes a step forward. The whole body's mana expands to the extreme.

Boom!

With a huge noise, Zhang Jianbai's sword Qi stops in front of Ling Hong half a meter away, unable to move at all.

"Destroy Kendo!" Seeing that he can't break Ling Hong's defense, Zhang Jianbai changes his sword moves again.

This time, the sword Qi condenses into a little, and attacks LingHong's defense.

Under the attack of this powerful sword spirit, Ling Hong finally reluctantly stepped back.

"Oh, you are much better than Gao Lin." Ling Hong sneered: "however, that's all."

Ling Hong suddenly gives up the defense, lunges around Zhang Jianbai, and slaps him hard.

Zhang Jianbai held the sword in a hurry, but was hit by the heavy force. He withdrew from the distance of several meters and nearly fell out of the arena.

He was startled and quickly put his sword behind him to prevent him from leaving the arena.

But Ling Hong didn't give him the chance.

Bang!

Ling Hong blows out again and blows Zhang Jianbai out.

"You and Gao Lin are still the same as last year. You can only play lip service. You can be weak." Ling Hong sneered.

Around the bystanders of the flying snow sect, also issued a burst of laughter.

This is the so-called taiyidaozong, the first and second in the outer gate list.

In Ling Hong's hands, they even did not insist on a stick of incense, so they were defeated one after another.

Zhang Jianbai refused to accept the way: "you must have swallowed some secret medicine, otherwise you will never be my opponent!"

Ling Hong sneers and looks at Zhang Jianbai with more disdain.

This failure will only give their own reasons, is not worthy of his opponent.

"The rest, let's do it together. I'm too lazy to come again and again." Ling Hong disdains the way.

The other eight people present, except Lu Yu, all looked at each other.

Zhang Jianbai couldn't help shouting: "what he said, what are you still in a daze? Don't hurry up!"