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However, at this critical moment, Zhong Ling'er held her sword on the ground. She used the rebound force of the sword tip to instantly use a clever escape technique.

Her figure was like a wild horse, leaping up and instantly escaping from the attack range of the Qiankun Ax.

This scene made all the monks watching the battle exclaim again, their eyes filled with admiration for the two young monks.

In this contest, it is not only a contest of strength and skills, but also a contest of will and wisdom.

Lin Fan's strength and determination, and Zhong Ling'er's dexterity and wit were all fully demonstrated at this moment.

During the fierce battle, Lin Fan suddenly felt something strange.

Just now, he was still in the midst of a turbulent battle. Suddenly, a strange fragrance poured into his nostrils, making his mind tremble slightly.

The scene in front of him changed instantly, as if he had been transferred from the arena to a completely different world.

What he saw was no longer the monks watching the battle and the solemn arena, but thousands of strange flowers blooming in front of his eyes, as if he was in a fairyland with hundreds of flowers blooming.

The petals fall gently, and each one seems to contain infinite magic, which is intoxicating.

In this sudden vision, Lin Fan felt a little confused.

His movements slowed down involuntarily, and the swing of the Qiankun Ax in his hand also lost its previous sharpness and swiftness.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he was trying to tell whether all this was true or false.

The other monks under the ring opened their eyes wide when they saw Lin Fan's sudden change.

They didn't understand why Lin Fan suddenly slowed down his offensive. They could only watch the changes on the ring, but were unable to understand the mystery.

Zhong Ling'er immediately seized the opportunity upon seeing this.

Without any hesitation, she pointed her sword directly at Lin Fan.

Her swordsmanship is light and fast, like a ray of spring breeze, blowing gently, but with irresistible power.

This sword was extremely fast and almost silent, pointing directly at Lin Fan's vitals.

At this critical moment, Lin Fan suddenly woke up.

He realized that all this was just an illusion, an illusion performed by Zhong Ling'er in some unknown method.

This illusion is similar to what he encountered in the Holy Ruins, and is designed to confuse the opponent and make him fall into an illusion.

Lin Fan, aware of his situation, did not hesitate to use the eighth form of Star Slash: Phantom Disappearance.

His Qiankun Ax turned into countless phantoms in the air, and every time he swung it, it brought out a piece of ax shadow, like a dreamlike trace, forming an unpredictable offensive in the ring.

At this moment, the arena seemed to have turned into a world full of phantoms.

Lin Fan's figure flickered in and out of these phantoms, dazzling all the monks watching the battle. It was difficult for them to grasp Lin Fan's true trajectory.

The air in the ring roared with the swing of the Qiankun Ax, shocking everyone's hearts.

Zhong Ling'er faced this complicated situation without flinching. She didn't stop doing anything, and her long sword went straight towards Lin Fan's heavy axe.

Her swordsmanship was swift and accurate, and each sword was aimed directly at the shadow of Lin Fan's axe.

The two clashed, making a series of metallic sounds, as if two forces were violently colliding in the air.

However, Lin Fan's Qiankun Ax was so powerful that Zhong Ling'er was bounced back by this force.

At this critical moment, it seemed as if she was about to fall to the ground.

But at this critical moment, Zhong Ling'er changed her body in the air, turned her body skillfully, and landed firmly in the corner of the ring.

This series of movements is smooth and elegant, like a gorgeous dance, showing off her extraordinary body skills.

This scene made the monks who were watching look surprised.

Some cheered involuntarily, while others applauded directly.

They were deeply attracted by the performance of these two young monks. Every fight and every move was fascinating.

Lin Fan heard the cheers and applause under the ring. The sound was like morning bells and evening drums, awakening the fighting spirit in him.

His eyes became sharp again, and his posture was upright, like a warrior on the battlefield, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan used the second form of Star Slash: Dragon Soul Sky Split.

The Qiankun Ax danced in his hand, and a magnificent dragon shadow condensed on the axe.

As Lin Fan swung his axe, the dragon shadow seemed to have come to life, roaring straight towards Zhong Ling'er.

This power, like the fission of mountains and rivers, is shocking.

Facing this fierce offensive, Zhong Ling'er's eyes flashed with determination.

No matter how she changed her body, the dragon shadow followed closely like a living creature.

Under this ruthless pursuit, Zhong Ling'er had no choice but to wave her sword to block this huge force.

The ax and sword met, making a loud noise.

This sound echoed in the arena, shaking everyone's heart.

Zhong Ling'er's figure seemed weak under this force. She took three steps back and then managed to stabilize her figure, with a look of struggling to maintain balance on her face.

When Lin Fan saw that the move was successful, his fighting spirit became even higher.

He then repeated the same trick and used Dragon Soul Sky Split again.

The dragon shadow roared again and rushed towards Zhong Ling'er with even more fierce momentum.

This scene is like a mythical dragon soaring through the sky, domineering and mighty.

Zhong Ling'er understood that such an attack could not be solved simply by avoiding it.

She raised her sword to meet him, determined to confront Lin Fan head-on. When the two collided again, there was another loud noise, deafening.

This time, Zhong Ling'er took five steps back. She almost retreated to the edge of the ring, and her feet almost missed the mark.

Everyone under the ring watched the showdown nervously, their eyes full of anticipation and nervousness.

Zhong Ling'er tried her best to resist Lin Fan's fierce offensive. Every time she swung her sword, she concentrated all her strength and energy.

Lin Fan stood in the center of the arena, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He looked at Zhong Ling'er in front of him and thought to himself that anyone else should have given in defeat long ago under such a fierce offensive.

But why is Zhong Linger so insistent?

This persistence and determination made him curious and even a little admired.

Lin Fan stopped his figure and held the Qiankun Ax tightly in his hand. His eyes became cold and he quietly observed Zhong Ling'er.

In his opinion, as long as Zhong Ling'er admits defeat, this fierce competition will officially end.

There was both expectation and a hint of unnoticeable worry in his eyes.

However, after taking two of Lin Fan's attacks, Zhong Ling'er was obviously exhausted and exhausted.

Her breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed to consume the last of her strength.

But when she saw Lin Fan's expression waiting for her to admit defeat, she felt a surge of stubborn energy.

Under everyone's nervous gazes, Zhong Ling'er used her own trick: Phantom Disappearance.

Countless Zhong Ling'er's shadows suddenly seemed to appear around the arena, each with their long swords drawn, attacking Lin Fan.

This scene caused an uproar in the ring, and everyone was trying to tell which one was the real Zhong Ling'er.

Lin Fan also seemed a little unprepared for this sudden vision.

He didn't know how to deal with it and could only rely on his own intuition and experience to judge.

Every shadow attack seemed so real, and every movement was full of threat.

The arena at this moment is not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of wisdom and skills.

Lin Fan and Zhong Ling'er showed off their unique skills in this tense environment.