Chapter 91

"Well, I'll show you my own trick, youfenglaiyi." Hu Hai said, the sword pointed to the sky.

"Ying"

The sound of the Phoenix reverberates in the field, and a phoenix appears behind Hu Hai, who wants to merge with the sword in his hand.

"Oh, it's interesting. Do you create your own moves? Although this move is commendable, it's still too flashy. I don't know how Wang Lin should face it." Han Xuan on the stage judges Zhao youfenglaiyi wantonly.

But the disciples under the stage couldn't see anything wrong. They saw a phoenix and praised it.

"Elder martial brother huhai's move is very powerful. I can feel the sharp sword from such a long distance."

"Yes, yes, I can't stand this move."

"Fart, elder martial brother Wang Lin is the strongest." On one side, a young female disciple yelled.

"Elder martial brother Wang Lin is my idol. If you dare to say he is not, I will break your third leg." As soon as this sentence was uttered, the male disciples on the scene tightened their legs and retreated.

"You fenglaiyi? It's a good name. It's a pity that you met me today." Then he closed his eyes slightly, and the sword was already floating in front of him unconsciously.

Gradually, a faint green light appeared on the sword. Later, it became more and more successful, and Wang Lin seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth. Although people were in the same place, they could not feel any human breath.

"This is the combination of man and sword. I didn't expect that Wang Lin was a genius."

"Han Xianren, who combines sword and talent?"

Han Xuan finally looked at Qin Shihuang and looked at him with smiling eyes. "The unity of man and sword is the dream of every friar. Anyone who can use this move is a genius in genius."

"Can that Wang Lin win the first place in this competition?" Qin Shihuang asked nervously. After all, Wang Lin's opponent was his son, so he could not help being nervous.

Han Xuan did not answer. Instead, he turned his eyes back to the field. The emperor had no choice but to shut up and observe the changes on the stage.

The two seem to have a very tacit understanding, at the same point in time, to each other issued a final fatal blow.

There was no roar in my imagination. They were like ghosts in the legend. Two swords and two people came out from their bodies one after another.

Time seems to prohibit, two people like a never moving mountain, standing on the stage.

"What's the matter? What's the matter with them."

"I don't know. They were too quick to see clearly just now."

The voices of the audience kept ringing.

"It's so powerful. I don't know if my move can go with it." Fu Su looked at BI Dou on the stage in shock, his eyesight at least didn't make him see what happened, but the more he did, the more he could feel the horror of these two moves.

"Young master, which one of them won?"

"Although I can see the battle track of both of them, I don't know who won this last move." Fusu shook his head and grinned bitterly.

……

"Han Xianren, did my son win?" Qin Shihuang was eager to know the result“ Ha ha, your majesty, why do you have to be so clear about victory and defeat? "

Qin Shihuang's mouth, how to listen to this sentence, how like words of comfort.

On the stage, the figure of two people who had not moved for a long time, suddenly.

"Pa"

"I lost." Hu Hai half kneels on the ground, the sword in his hand supports him not to fall to the ground.

"Huhu"

Wang Lin bent down and gasped for breath, which was obviously lighter than Hu Hai's injury.