Chapter 810: Battle Lin Yichen (Part 1)

Countless eyes gathered on the battle platform. On the battle platform, Suning and Lin Yichen stood silently at each other. In everyone's eyes, they couldn't see the feeling of undercurrent between the two.
The strength that Suning demonstrated in the preliminary rounds undoubtedly gave everyone on the field a huge surprise, kicking a person who broke the extreme without a single shot. This is for other contestants. , I can't even think of it.
Under the gaze of countless people around, Lin Yichen stood silently on the opposite side of Suning, looking at Suning solemnly, with vigilance and alert in his eyes.
Although Lin Yichen saw Suning's powerful strength from the preliminary rounds, he didn't know that Suning had reached the holy rank. Hearing Suning's arrogant words, Lin Yichen's mouth evoked an imperceptible arc.
"What the are these two people doing? Why don't you do it for a long time?"
"Voluntarily dismantled 50% of his spiritual power, dear, this person is too arrogant! You know, Lin Yichen's strength has reached the peak of the extreme state anyway!"
"I think this battle is probably the same as the sea elections, there is no suspense at all."
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The people in the surrounding stands stared at the two people on the field, and there was a faint groan in their mouths. Since the end of the sea selection, some people have secretly investigated the details of Suning, although they have not obtained any valuable information. But for Suning's strength, they generally have guesses.
Suning had her hands behind her back, and after suppressing half of the spiritual power in her body, she still calmly looked at Lin Yichen with a smile, as if she didn't put him in her eyes at all.
Huh!
Lin Yichen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of cold light flashed in his eyes, and his figure moved slightly, leaving an afterimage in place, turning into a streamer, and heading straight to Suning at an extremely fast speed.
"Boy, no matter who you are! Since you voluntarily suppress half of your spiritual power, then you take the initiative to give in!"
In the field, Lin Yichen's mocking voice fell into Suning's ears, and Suning shook his head helplessly. Are young people now so arrogant?
With Lin Yichen's sudden move, the awkward atmosphere of silence on the battlefield was instantly broken by him.
Lin Yichen held a black long sword tightly in his hand, and a little bit of cold light shone on the black long sword.
"Tianji Jue! Kill!"
With a low sip from Lin Yichen's mouth, a black sword light mingled with the vast spiritual source slammed out from the top of the black long sword and severely criticized Suning's figure.
The black sword light cut through the air and made a hissing noise. Before the fierce sword power fell on Suning, it shook Suning's position into cracks.
Faced with such a fierce attack by Lin Yichen, Suning was still calm and calm, and he didn't even dodge. The corners of his mouth seemed to evoke an imperceptible arc.
Under the urging of Suning, the spiritual source power in his body gradually solidified on his right hand, and the corner of Suning's mouth slightly curled up, slowly raising his right hand.
The people in the surrounding stands watched Suning's simple movements, and raised their eyebrows slightly. There was some confusion in their expressions, not knowing what Suning was thinking.
"This Suning is too arrogant, he even took this sword with his hands."
"That's all, it seems that this hairpin conference is not like the previous ones, and the participants are too arrogant."
"Tsk tusk, it is estimated that Suning's hands are useless!"
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In the stands, Feng Lingyue and Jiang Bailin's group watched Suning's movements, and the corners of their mouths gradually evoked a smile, as if all this was in their expectation.
"boom…"
The black sword aura fell on Suning's right arm wrapped by the spirit source. With a loud noise, a visible wave of air swelled on the battlefield and swept across the entire stand. The huge energy wave shook out the air. Low voice.
Seeing Suning picking up his sword with his hand, Lin Yichen's mouth raised a wicked smile, and his figure slowly fell to the ground, standing in the thick smoke with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
"Oh, it's arrogant to have a hand to pick it up."
"Go down with this sword, let me see how you can fight me!"
Lin Yichen looked at Suning's direction vigorously, moaning mockingly.
After a while, the smoke on the platform gradually dissipated, and Suning's figure slowly emerged from the smoke.
Suning rubbed the shoulder of his right hand, making a sound of knuckles, with a slight sneer on his face, and the eyes that looked at Lin Yichen were full of mockery.
"This is impossible!"
Looking at Suning's undamaged arm, Lin Yichen's figure was slightly taken aback, and his expression was extremely surprised.
Suning smiled at Lin Yichen who was stunned in place, and opened his mouth slightly, making a mocking sound.
"What? Is this over?"
"If your attack ends, then I will begin."
As the thick smoke dissipated, the jaws of the people on the surrounding battlefield fell to the ground in shock. Under Lin Yichen's powerful sword, Suning was unscathed, and seemed to have not exerted his strength.
As Suning's voice fell, his body suddenly moved, turning into a stream of light and disappearing in place. When he appeared again, he was already standing in front of Lin Yichen's eyes.
Above Suning's double fists, a condensed spiritual source wrapped it, and the violent fist wind of the carrier blasted towards Lin Yichen's face.
Seeing Suning suddenly appeared in front of him, Lin Yichen was extremely surprised. The sudden close distance made him unable to dodge the moment Suning's fist fell, so he had to raise the black long sword in his hand to block Suning's attack.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound suddenly sounded on the battle platform, and Lin Yichen's movement of raising the sword stopped abruptly, staring at Suning's backward figure, a fiery pain on his face surged into his heart.
A burst of exclamation suddenly broke out in the surrounding stands. Suning's speed made them fail to see exactly what happened just now, only to hear a crisp sound from the field.
Suning originally planned to blast Lin Yichen out of the battlefield with a punch, but remembered that Lin Yichen was in front of many people when he was queuing outside the field, which hurt his face. The more he wanted to, the more angry he decided to turn his fist into his palm. Have fun with Ariel Lin.
Suning slowly fell to the ground, patted her red palm, and let out a chuckle.
"It's so thick-skinned, my hands hurt!"
Seeing Suning's triumphant appearance on the court, Jiang Bailin and Feng Lingyue couldn't help but laugh, and the eyes of Lin Yichen were full of sympathy.
Although everything just happened too quickly, the fiery pain on his face made Lin Yichen completely crazy, and his eyes gradually turned red when looking at Suning.