Chapter 992: The whistle sound is flying

With Huang Ailin's guarantee, the leader of the Xuanji Sect said that he would not pursue the matter anymore, and the leader of the sword valley simply expressed his magnanimity and would no longer ask about what Zhao Yan did before joining the sword valley.

The ancestor of Yuan Sect in the Sword Valley nodded, "With Huang Ailin's help, I have provided you with some precious treasures of heaven and earth, so that your cultivation can be improved to the ninth level of foundation building, which is reasonable! But when you enter the sect, you deliberately conceal your cultivation and still have to bear some guilt! When this competition is over, you will go to the Zhongzhou border to fight against the magic path for three years as a punishment. At that time, you will use your military achievements to prove your innocence!"

When Zhao Yan heard this, he took a long breath and knew that this matter had come to an end, and his cultivation could also be shown openly!

"Disciple is willing to be punished. At that time, I will definitely kill more demons and prove my innocence!" Zhao Yan clasped his fists and stood aside.

Even if this matter ends, the leader of the Xuanji Sect, the ancestor Ling Xu, said again, "Tianji, Ailin, the competition is still going on now, so don't stand on the ring anymore, just come down!"

"Okay!" Huang Ailin nodded and walked down the ring.

Although Hua Tianji and others were unwilling to accept it, their ancestors had already spoken and had nothing to say at the moment. They could only snort coldly and walk down the arena.

When all these people walked off the arena, the four Jindan uncles who were guarding the arena took their place and gave the arena to Zhao Yan and Yin Bingling.

"Fellow Daoist Xie Qing, you really let me see a good show today!" Yin Bingling said sarcastically.

Although Zhao Yan’s cultivation has been explained clearly now, Yin Bingling still has no favoritism for the young man in front of him and can’t help but sarcastic.

Zhao Yan calmly held his fists and said, "Sister Yin, I'm really ashamed to let you see a joke."

Yin Bingling smiled and said, "Since your true cultivation has been shown, I think you don't need to admit defeat at the beginning of this game today!"

Zhao Yan once said personally that he would admit defeat from the beginning of this battle, which made Yin Bingling feel that he had the strength and had no place to use it!

Now Zhao Yan's true cultivation level is shown. The nine levels of foundation building are only one last step away from the Great Perfection of Foundation Building. If you really fight, you can still fight!

Sure enough, Zhao Yan nodded, "Sister Yin, as you wish, I will admit defeat if I don't know how to start the game. I will use my true strength to fight you!"

"That's good! Come on!"

Yin Bingling was waiting for this opportunity. As long as Zhao Yan was willing to fight with her on the field, she would have the opportunity to completely defeat Zhao Yan, kick him off the ring, and let Zhao Yan lose his face, which was considered avenge for Gong Xueluo!

"The competition begins!"

When the old Jindan Zhenjun announced the beginning, the battle on the ring immediately began.

In the audience, everyone's eyes gathered, and everyone wanted to see what real skills the little cultivator in Sword Valley had!

Yin Bingling took the lead. She slapped the storage cloth bag on her waist and suddenly three cold lights flew out.

These three cold lights are thin and curved, like a sickle with a curve, and on the other side of the blade, there are several whistles!

Therefore, when these three cold lights flew out, sharp and harsh whistles sounded on the ring!

Yin Bingling's thoughts controlled the three weapons to rotate rapidly over the ring, circled around Zhao Yan's body, and suddenly, sharp and harsh whistles rang everywhere.

Zhao Yan nodded slightly and said, "Your weapon is good, it is considered a Qimen weapon. Not only is the blade extremely sharp, but these three sharp whistles are constantly emitting sound power, interfering with my spiritual consciousness and making me cut by your blade in chaos!"

Yin Bingling snorted coldly, "You have some knowledge, but even if you know my purpose, you can't resist my whistle and slash!"

After saying that, her pretty face turned cold, she raised her hand and shouted, "I haven't taken action yet, when will I wait!"

Suddenly, the three flying whistles drew strange angles in the sky, eager to try, and wanted to use the blade to kill Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan, with his empty hands, was certainly no match for these three flying whistles. He slapped the storage bag on his waist and shouted loudly, "Come out!"

Suddenly, there were three sharp sword lights, one after another! Three Xuan Lei Flying Swords flew out one after another. Then, under the control of Zhao Yan's thoughts, three flying swords rushed towards the three flying whistles, and in the air, they started fighting!

"You have some skills!"

Yin Bingling had many tricks. She snorted coldly, raised her hand and slapped the storage cloth bag around her waist, and released a strange huqin. Then, she held the huqin in her arms and plucked it back and forth on the strings with one-handed fingers.

"Dangdangdang."

The melodious sound of the piano suddenly rang out. Among the sound of the piano, the three flying whistles were like dances, flying in the sky.

The ability of Xianyin Pavilion is indeed extraordinary. When the immortal sounds sound, the speed and combat power of the three flying whistles instantly increase! Zhao Yan's three flying swords could not catch up with these three flying whistles!

After taking a big circle, these three flying whistles shook Zhao Yan's three flying swords away, and then quickly rushed towards Zhao Yan!

"No, junior brother, it's dangerous!" Wen Ziyu blurted out anxiously.

Everyone knows that Zhao Yan's three flying swords have been thrown away at this moment. Facing the three flying whistles that came over, what did Zhao Yan use to resist?

However, just as the senior brothers and sisters in the Broken Sword Tower were worried, Zhao Yan slapped the storage bag on his waist and shouted loudly, "Come again!"

"Swoosh swish swish."

Three sharp cold lights flashed by again, and Zhao Yan actually released three Xuan Lei flying swords again. These three Xuan Lei flying swords blocked Zhao Yan and blocked Yin Bingling's second wave of attack!

When Zhao Yan's three flying swords came, the situation reversed, and Zhao Yan's six Xuan Lei flying swords fought against Yin Bingling's three flying whistles.

Yin Bingling's three flying whistles were instantly at a disadvantage and was beaten step by step by step by step by step by step by six flying swords!

"Good boy, you have a lot of flying swords!" Yin Bingling snorted coldly, and a dazzling light shot out from her pretty eyes. She thought about it, and the huqin in her hand lay horizontally in front of her.

I saw ten bright finger condoms suddenly appeared on her fingers. She used her hands to play back and forth on the huqin. The sound of the piano became chaotic and noisy. The young monk approaching the ring instantly felt a surging blood in his heart.

"No, very strong sound attack! We are not good at practicing, so hurry up and retreat!"

The monks who were close to the early stage of foundation building and even the middle stage of foundation building were so scared that they quickly moved backwards and did not dare to get close to the ring.
Chapter completed!