Mu Xinyue smiled slightly and said, "Then please ask Mr. Lin for advice."

Lin Beichen nodded and said, "Okay."

Raise your hand and draw your sword.

The body is like electricity.

It’s still [Basic Swordsmanship Close Three Combinations].

Sword, very fast.

People are very crazy.

But Mu Xinyue still drew out the sword unhurriedly, with each move, as if stabbing into the air, but in the next moment, it collided with Lin Beichen's long sword inexplicably.

Ding ding ding!

Another three rough sparks sputtered.

The sword style was blocked again.

Mu Xinyue said calmly: "Haha, classmate Lin, give up. It's useless. You can try again a thousand times or ten thousand times, but the result will be the same. The three-sword style cannot transcend the scope of basic swordsmanship. A cracked version has been available for a long time."

spread……"

"Yeah?"

Lin Beichen sneered.

Whoosh!

As soon as the Three Swordsmanship ended, the long sword in his hand suddenly erupted into three sword shadows.

The shadows struck like lightning and flew away.

The ultimate move [Beidou Lin] appeared in this moment.

As one of the invigilators, Ding Sanshi's eyes almost burst out of his eye sockets.

One sword and three shadows?

This is a scene that can only be seen with [Beidou Lin] at the third level of ‘entering the hall’.

In just one night, this little beast actually practiced this killing move to this extent?

The effect of practicing sword practice in the dream is simply ridiculous.

It's too late, it's too late.

Ding!

A soft chirping sounded.

Mu Xinyue's wrist went numb, and the long sword in his hand was knocked away.

Puff!

Two soft calls.

Bright red blood flowers burst out on Mu Xinyue's left and right shoulders.

Lin Beichen's sword tip was already pressed against Mu Xinyue's throat.

If you move forward even one inch, this 'common princess' with countless fans will die.

A burst of uncontrollable exclamations sounded under the ring.

Everyone was frightened.

this……

Is it over?

Mu Xinyue was stunned.

She didn't even realize what happened.

"Cracked version?"

Lin Beichen sneered: "Why don't you crack it?"

Mu Xinyue gradually came back to her senses.

Her face instantly turned pale.

"What you performed just now was not [Basic Swordsmanship Three Combinations]. What swordsmanship was your last sword?" she asked.

Lin Beichen said: "The fourth company."

"Basic swordsmanship, close range three companies, and a fourth company?" Mu Xinyue subconsciously looked at Guan Feidu below the ring.

At this time, the look of shock on Guan Feidu's face slowly relaxed.

Why is there a fourth company of melee fighters in basic swordsmanship?

Isn't it the third company?

How is this going?

Also shocked was Wu Xiaofang.

He never dreamed that Mu Xinyue, who was well prepared and sure of victory, would lose like this without even having a chance to use his real trump card.

And he lost so completely and so quickly.

"puff!"

Wu Xiaofang's blood boiled with anger, and he was shaking with anger. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted.

Why is this happening?

He is unwilling to do so.

Once Lin Beichen wins the first place in the competition, according to the agreement, he does not have to pay back the money or become a slave.

It means that if he wants to take revenge, he will never have the slightest chance.

"The battle is over, Lin Beichen has won..."

The invigilator was about to announce the test results loudly.

"Wait a minute."

Lin Beichen suddenly interrupted, beyond everyone's expectations.

He looked at Mu Xinyue and said with a sneer: "Mu Green Tea, I know that you must be a thousand dissatisfied in your heart. Do you think it was me who caught you off guard by using new methods that I didn't expect, and that's why you lost?"

Mu Xinyue said nothing.

But the fierce and stubborn look in her eyes said everything.

Lin Beichen drew his sword and stepped back, saying: "Haha, come on, don't say I won't give you a chance, heal your wounds, pick up your sword, and if we do it again, I will let you know what true despair is."

Mu Xinyue was startled.

The invigilator was also startled and turned to look at Chu Hen, the grade director.

Chu Hen hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

The invigilator stopped talking.

There was fire burning in Mu Xinyue's eyes: "Okay, you will regret it."

Lin Beichen said nothing.

Mu Xinyue stopped the bleeding on both shoulders, then walked over and picked up the long sword that had been knocked away.

Just now, Lin Beichen's two swords hit her shoulder directly, causing a laceration, not a penetrating injury.

After some treatment, it no longer affected my performance.

"This time, I won't use the fourth strike, it will still be the [Basic Swordsmanship Three Combinations]. You can try to see if your so-called cracked version can still crack the swordsmanship."

Lin Beichen said, the sword of virtue in his hand was like the spit of a cold star.

It's exactly the Three Swords style.

Mu Xinyue's eyes were filled with fire: "This is what you said."

She followed suit.

The long sword in his hand stabbed out strangely.

It's the trick to break the Three Swords style.

But this time - Ding!

A crisp metallic chirping sound sounded.

The sword light in Lin Beichen's hand suddenly accelerated again, like a stream of light, reaching its extreme speed, like mercury pouring down the ground. The moment the long swords struck each other, they directly broke through the blockade, and unexpectedly inserted into the gap between her blocking swords.

middle.

Not blocked?
To be continued...