Chapter Eighty-Four I Invite Lian Shuang!

  Boom!

  Suddenly all the sword energy disappeared, and a figure flew out.

  Heavily fell ten steps away!

  "Cough! Cough!"

  Everyone present could see clearly that it was Qin Lingcheng who had been knocked flying and fell to the ground!

  He kept coughing, with fresh blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth and nose, and his originally somewhat handsome face had several bloody scars, twisted and distorted beyond recognition.

  His body was even more miserable, his shirt had been slashed with over a dozen wounds, torn to shreds and unable to cover his torso, the fresh blood staining his white shirt an eerie sight.

  What's more important is that the sword in his hand had only a bare hilt left!

  How is this possible!

  This is what everyone is thinking at the moment, to know that Qin Lingcheng has the strength of the sixfold heavenly boundary, and he is also a disciple who entered the inner hall for three years. How could he be defeated by Qin Yun in one move?

  In their view, Qin Yun's strength was absolutely inferior to Qin Lingcheng's, but he wouldn't easily admit defeat either. Both sides would inevitably engage in a fierce and intense battle, and it would take a very long time to determine the winner.

  Most people are optimistic about Qin Lingcheng's chances of winning in the end.

  But the fact before our eyes is like a heavy slap in the face of those people!

  Many people thought their eyes were malfunctioning and rubbed them in disbelief, the whole scene was silent.

  After a long time, someone whispered: "Could it be, could this be the legendary Thunder Sound Sword Qi?"

  Lei Yin Jian Qi is an extremely high level of swordsmanship, where the sword flashes out like lightning and annihilates the enemy in a split second within a thousand steps, leaving no chance for resistance.

  The most distinctive feature of the Thunder Sound Sword is that at the moment it is drawn, a rolling thunder sound will rise, and when people hear the thunder sound, the sword energy has already completed its mission.

  For these young men, the sound of thunder and sword energy is just a legend, but Qin Yun's sword has a momentum that seems to be somewhat like a legend.

  "Damn it!" The person next to him cursed, but the look of horror on his face couldn't be concealed: "If that's really the Thunder Sound Sword Qi, Qin Lingcheng will be left with just a few pieces of shattered bone."

  "This man lowered his voice: 'Lei Yin Jian Qi, don't mention Qin Ling Cheng, even if it's our Master...' "

  He didn't say the rest of his words, but everyone understood what he meant - the master couldn't hold on even if he went down himself!

  However, these young masters couldn't understand it. As the majestic master of Foreign Affairs Hall, Qin Wuyi's eyesight was extraordinary: "This is the 'Rapid Thunder and Cloud Sword' technique. I once saw Guest Minister Mu perform it at the Mu Estate. This little Qin Yun... hum..."

  The deacon sitting on his right side was surprised: "Bolts of lightning and clouds sword, I remember it's a yellow-level swordsmanship, how can its power be so strong that Qin Lingcheng couldn't even block one move?"

  Qin Wujiu was somewhat reluctant to speak, but since others asked, everyone was very curious. He thought for a moment and explained: "Qin Yun that kid has practiced the Nine Yang Xuan Gong with some success, his swordsmanship can be doubled with the power of his inner energy!"

  Qin Yun unexpectedly succeeded in cultivating the Nine Yang Mystical Technique! All the attendants were stunned.

  "This is actually enough to rival ordinary earth-level martial arts, the Nine Yang Mystical Art! Is it possible that with just the secret manual written by the old ancestor, you can master it so easily?"

  Even if it's just a pinch of fire, it makes people feel unbelievable.

  Qin Wuju fell silent and looked at Qin Yun from a distance, with a complex expression on his face.

  He also didn't expect that Qin Yun had grown to this extent without realizing it, thinking of how his attitude towards Qin Yun changed after the old ancestor's fall.

  This congenital strongman actually had some entanglements in his heart.

  At this time in the martial arts arena, Qin Yun slowly put away the Qinghua Sword. No one noticed the hint of regret that flashed through his eyes.

  The swordsmanship he used to defeat his opponent was the first move of the Thundercloud Sword, "Sword Rises with Wind and Thunder". This move was also just recently mastered by Qin Yun, who had not yet reached the realm of perfection.

  So despite Qin Yun's full-strength attack, with a prepared mind against an unprepared one, Qin Lingcheng still managed to block the majority of the sword energy's might in his hasty defense and did not die on the spot.

  However, the remaining sword energy was enough to leave him severely injured, and he had no strength to fight again.

  For true enemies, Qin Yun has never shown mercy, even if they are also children of the Qin family. If you want his life, then be prepared to lose your own!

  Unfortunately, according to the rules, Qin Lingcheng had already been defeated and was unable to continue fighting either emotionally or logically.

  Qin Lingcheng struggled to get up from the ground, all his confidence and pride were shattered by Qin Yun's sword. He let out a loud roar: "Kill me! You killed me, you trashy side branch bastard!"

  One sword fell and his reputation was completely ruined. The promise of the mastermind behind the scenes naturally became a bubble in water, which made him even more desperate than killing Qin Lingcheng.

  No one knows how much he yearns to stand out, but all his hopes are shattered in an instant, so his spirit collapses on the spot!

  The whole scene was in an uproar. The majority of the young masters on the viewing platform were collateral descendants, and Qin Lingcheng's insults to Qin Yun also indirectly slapped them in the face.

  Some hot-tempered young masters immediately scolded, even the young masters who were usually on good terms with Qin Lingcheng couldn't bear such insults.

  Looking at his opponent who was losing his composure and going crazy, a hint of sympathy flashed in Qin Yun's eyes, and all his killing intent disappeared.

  Such an opponent is not worthy of dirtying his sword: "I won't kill you, nor will I go against the family rules, and our bet is off, because according to the old ancestor's wishes, I have long destroyed the Nine Yang Xuan Gong secret book written by him!"

  Qin Yun's words, filled with inner strength, clearly entered everyone's ears, and many people even applauded.

  If he doesn't speak up, then Qin Lingcheng, who suffered a crushing defeat, must fulfill his promise and take out 3,000 merits and high-quality Cultivation Pills.

  But such a mouth-watering wealth, Qin Yun actually said no and didn't want it, this kind of magnanimity is also hard for ordinary people to reach.

  In fact, Qin Yun was also reluctant to part with it, but he wanted to use this opportunity to warn those who had ulterior motives towards the old master's hand scroll - don't have any ideas!

  "Damn you! Who do you think you are?! You..."

  Qin Lingcheng completely lost his rationality and cursed loudly with a messy hair, trying to provoke Qin Yun into action.

  Even Qin Wujiu couldn't bear it anymore, and in a deep voice, he shouted: "What are you still standing there for? Take him away and lock him up, let him reflect on his actions!"

  Two guards immediately stepped forward and dragged Qin Ling away, leaving behind a long trail of blood and a string of curses.

  Qin Yun couldn't help but shake his head, holding his sword upright in front of him, and with his left hand bent fingers on the sword body, he plucked it once.

  Ding!

  The sword makes the sound of a dragon's roar.

  He turned to face the arbitrator and said loudly: "I challenge Lian Sheng!"

  No one felt surprised, with this sword's might, Qin Yun was completely qualified to stand here and challenge any inner sect disciple.

  They instead had to secretly pray in their hearts, hoping that they wouldn't be picked by the arbitrator!

  Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the arbitrator stretched out his palm and patted the copper bottle beside him.

  Boom!

  This massive copper vase was over half a person tall, with its wide mouth filled to the brim with dense iron skewers.

  The palm of the arbitrator's hand slapped down, and immediately an iron stylus jumped up, which he grasped in his hand.

  The attendant pulled out a scroll from the signboard, unfolded it and looked at it, expressionless, saying: "Qin Yun, second consecutive battle opponent, Qin Shao!"

  Many people on the platform collectively let out a sigh of relief, except for one handsome young man who immediately fell to the ground.

  He slowly got up and said weakly: "I give up!"

  Giving up is admitting defeat, which was originally a very despicable thing, but everyone surprisingly understood.

  Just now Qin Yun's sword that defeated Qin Ling Cheng was really too shocking, it's understandable that the less capable disciples were unlucky enough to be chosen and gave up voluntarily.

  The umpire said in a low voice: "Qin Shao gave up his right, Qin Yun won two games in a row, do you want to continue?"

  "Of course, let's invite Lian Zhan again!" Qin Yun said without hesitation.

  What a joke, he intentionally tried his sword skills today and hasn't even recovered from his illness, how can he go on stage?

  As they watched the arbitrator's hand reach for the copper bottle again, everyone's heart was lifted once more.

  ………

  "Trash, all trash!"

  In the Zhujue Building of the Qin family's ancestral mansion, Qin Xiao Yue had just changed into a new set of clothes not long ago, but now they were all torn and tattered.

  His eyes were bloodshot and his face was ferocious, where was there any dignity or elegance of the young master of the Qin family?

  Fortunately, he did not completely lose his mind, and Qin Wenbing, who was trembling with fear beside him, did not end up with a bloody head.

  The first day of the competition between Daotang and Feng ended, and the situation in Waijitang was transmitted to Qin Xiaoyue's ears at the first time.

  What made him furious was that Qin Yun had a great performance in the inner hall's trial by combat, defeating Qin Lingcheng and winning nine consecutive battles with a perfect record, accumulating ten consecutive victories to qualify for the sect's grand competition!

  But Qin Lingcheng was one of the pawns he had laid out to deal with Qin Yun, but this pawn, who had been entrusted with great expectations, turned out to be a stepping stone for Qin Yun's rise to fame.

  As the legitimate heir of the Qin family and future patriarch, he had repeatedly set up plans but couldn't get rid of a small collateral descendant, and even lost several trusted subordinates.

  Qin Xiao Yue was truly stifling a belly full of anger with no way to vent it.

  However, he was not an ordinary person after all. After his rage subsided slightly, he asked in a cold voice: "Wen Bing, what do you think?"

  "Big brother, let this kid be arrogant for a few more days. When the time comes for the sect's grand competition, we can find someone from the Martial Hall to deal with him!"

  Seeing Qin Xiao Yue no longer furious, Qin Wen Bao plucked up the courage to suggest: "I don't believe he can still beat those few from Wu Tang."

  Wudang is the core hall of Moyang Dao, and among its disciples, there are countless talented individuals with great potential, many of whom have reached the level of Lianqi Dacheng. Dealing with Qin Yun shouldn't be too difficult for them.

  However, Qin Xiao Yue is the eldest grandson of the main house, but in recent years he has been studying at Tian Cheng Jian Zong. In the family, there are not many forces that can be completely controlled, and it will take a huge price to ask those few peers to take action.

  "Qin Yun, you wait for me!" Qin Xiao Yue gritted his teeth and roared.

  His voice was like a wild beast's fierce roar, making Qin Wenbing shiver with fear!