At the moment, Lin Hao's heart is no longer reading the so-called victory or defeat, but has reached a wonderful state. The use of spiritual power is like using a part of his body, which really reaches the realm of spirit following the heart.

This kind of state is very rare, because Lin Hao usually meets the opponent, either is weak himself, does not need to fight hard, or is too strong, can only run in confusion.

This time, Yulong, who is similar to him in strength, finally makes him feel comfortable and even happy when playing night fork. It seems that his whole meridians are burning, and every spiritual force is in the same line with him, shouting that he wants to win.

With the growth of Lin Hao's power, Yulong finally appears the posture of being out of touch. Lin Hao slaps him ten steps away and kneels on one knee with a plop. His face turns red and his mouth gasps heavily.

Seeing him like this, Lin Hao didn't pursue him. Instead, he slowly closed his palm and enjoyed the spiritual state of following his heart, just like a virtuous immortal standing in the same place.

"You lost." He said faintly.

But his face neither won the pride, nor the usual smile, just standing there quietly, a gentle and easygoing look, simply can not see that this man just has a powerful momentum.

Yu Long hears this sentence, the brow suddenly a wrinkly, the body has not yet stood up, the finger already toward the sword on the waist to touch.

As soon as the wooden hilt was grasped by him, it had been pulled out an inch. Lin Hao's heart was shaking, and he felt an indescribable breath.

Just as ordinary people see boa constrictors, rabbits see eagles, and sheep grazing in the woods feel the breath of tigers, Lin Hao subconsciously tenses his nerves, and his spiritual power bursts out subconsciously, wrapping himself tightly.

With his strength and the strength of his soul, he didn't need to be wary of this kind of breath, but that kind of fear almost came from his instinct, which swept Lin Hao's spirit in an instant and made him make such a strong defense subconsciously.

But Yulong didn't take the next step. Instead, he sighed. His fingers left the handle of the sword, and the edge of the sword just came out slowly returned to the scabbard. The breath also disappeared. Lin Hao took back his spiritual power and frowned at Yulong.

The other side did not want to explain, but helplessly Chaolin Haoyi bow, quite unwilling to admit: "I overestimate myself, this competition, is the younger generation lost."

Seeing that he doesn't intend to explain the source of the breath, Lin Hao doesn't intend to force the other party to say it. After all, it's not the end of the day, so it's better not to say something hard.

What's more, Yulong seems to have no malice to himself. He really wants to compete with him. Lin Hao is very happy again. He even has a new understanding of the use of spiritual power, so he let him go and didn't ask much.

At the moment, Yulong lost his cold face, but like an ordinary gifted boy, he showed his frustrated look. He followed Lin Hao wrongly and rushed to the direction where the crown prince left.

It's really hard to understand. Lin Hao, while quietly observing Yulong's look, slanders in his heart that Yulong's moves are all killing moves. The sword is strange and powerful. His tone and look also switch back and forth, making people unable to see the truth.

I really don't know what kind of teacher he has in his unknown background to teach such talents.

But after a competition just now, although Lin Hao was on guard, he also had a general understanding of the strength gap between them.

Whatever it is, we have to wait until later.

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