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Chapter 1090 Group Stage

It is in Lin Yun's advantage that he cannot use magic weapons, after all, Lin Yun has no magic weapons.

The use of magic weapons is not allowed, mainly to test the strength of the disciples themselves.

After the Great Elder made his announcement, the group stage officially began.

There are 5 people in each group, and each person will play against the players in the group once. The winner will get a point, and the two with the highest points in the group will be able to qualify.

If you qualify as No.1 in the group, you will have an advantage in the next draw.

The fourth group arena.

Lin Yun took the lead against Zhang Jian.

on the ring.

"If you are kicked out of the circle of the ring, it is considered a failure, or if one party voluntarily admits defeat, it is considered a failure. The game begins now!" said the referee.

Each of the five group arenas has a deacon as the referee.

This circle is very large, fully enough to play.

After the referee announced the start, Lin Yun was not in a hurry to start.

"Zhang Jian, I didn't expect that we would be drawn into a group in the group stage, and the first match would be against you." Lin Yun looked at Zhang Jian quietly.

"Lin Yun, why are you so arrogant, you can only enter the top ten at most, and later on in the promotion competition, some people can take care of you!" Zhang Jian said viciously.

"I don't know if someone will take care of me later, but I do know that the one who is taken care of now is you!"

After Lin Yun finished speaking, he swung the Scarlet Blood Sword in his hand and slashed at Zhang Jian.

Although Zhang Jian is a second-level Nascent Soul disciple, he has only practiced for a short time. Compared with those old second-level Nascent Soul disciples who have been practicing for a long time, there is still a big gap.

Zhang Jian sent out a long spear like a poisonous snake, and immediately met him.

clang!
After the weapons collided, Zhang Jian, who hit directly with the powerful force, backed up again and again.

This was just Lin Yun's normal attack, even Zhang Jian couldn't parry it.

"Shentian Fist!"

Zhang Jian knew that he couldn't beat Lin Yun, so he immediately activated his big move.

Surging internal force surged in Zhang Jian's body.

The next moment, a huge golden fist condensed in mid-air, and then crashed towards Lin Yun.

Zhang Jian joined the inner sect of the temple for more than three months, and his strength has also improved a little.

This move is a bit stronger than the power of the urge in the trial mountain.

"Pediatrics." Lin Yun smiled coldly.

"The second form of the Xuanming swordsmanship, break it for me!"

Lin Yun directly mobilized his inner strength, and slashed at the oncoming golden fist shadow with a sword.

Click!

The golden fist shadow was cut in half directly.

When Lin Yun was still a Jindan, he was injured by Zhang Jian's move.

Although Zhang Jian's strength has improved to a certain extent, Lin Yun's improvement is much greater than his!
"Zhang Jian, accept the move!"

After Lin Yun broke through Zhang Jian's big move, he put away the Scarlet Blood Sword directly, hit his fist with his internal force, and then burst out the phantom fascination technique, rushed in front of Zhang Jian at an astonishing speed, and slammed his fist hard at Zhang Jian. Zhang Jian.

boom!
The fist landed on Zhang Jian's face, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out of the ring directly.

"Want to end like this? Dream!"

Lin Yun continued to burst out the welcome fascination technique, with a full burst of speed, he rushed in the direction of Zhang Jian's backward flight in an instant, directly on the way of his backward flight.

At this time, Zhang Jian flew upside down in front of Lin Yun.

Lin Yun punched again, directly smashing Zhang Jian back into the ring from the edge of the ring.

"puff!"

Zhang Jian fell in the middle of the ring, his face was hit by a fist, his mother almost didn't know him anymore.

The referee was a little dazed. Just now Zhang Jian would fly upside down and fly out of the ring, and the game would be declared over.

In the end, Lin Yun rushed up to stop Zhang Jian, preventing him from flying upside down, and punched him back into the center of the ring with his fist.

What is this operation?
"Lin Yun... what are you doing!"

Zhang Jian was lying on the ring, staring at Lin Yun with vicious eyes, with blood stains on the corner of his mouth.

"I won't knock you out of the ring, I'll beat you slowly until you admit defeat!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Lin Yun's mouth.

Lin Yun really wanted to defeat him. With all his strength, he could be knocked out of the ring with one move.

Lin Yun didn't do that, he just took care of him slowly.

After the words fell, Lin Yun once again hit his internal force on his fist and slammed it hard at Zhang Jian.

Lin Yun controlled his strength well and would not kill him, so he would not violate the rules of the ring.

"boom!"

Lin Yun's fist hit Zhang Jian's face in the blink of an eye, and sent him flying.

"Haha, Brother Yun did a great job!"

After seeing this scene, the white sharks in the audience applauded again and again, not to mention how relieved they were.

The other disciples also talked a lot, saying that Lin Yun is really a ruthless person, provoking him would be fruitless indeed.

On the stage.

Lin Yun's fist roared towards Zhang Jian again.

"I give up! I give up!" Zhang Jian shouted hastily.

Hearing this, the referee rushed to Zhang Jian and stopped the attacking Lin Yun.

"In this game, Lin Yun wins and gets a point!" the referee announced.

As for that Zhang Jian, his face was already swollen and his facial features were a little deformed.

on the jury.

"This Lin Yun is really outrageous, it's just a competition, he beats people like that." The second elder said sadly.

After all, Zhang Jian was his grandnephew, so of course he was not happy about Zhang Jian being beaten like this.

Of course, it was useless for him to complain, Lin Yun did not violate the rules of the game.

Next, the game continues.

In the group stage, each group will play ten games, and each player will play four times.

Competitions in other groups are also in full swing.

When Lin Yun wasn't playing, he was also observing the other group matches.

Soon it was Lin Yun's turn again.

This time, it was another disciple of the Second Elder who was fighting against him. His strength was a second-order Nascent Soul, and his combat power was a little stronger than Zhang Jian's.

But when he met Lin Yun, he was still far behind.

Lin Yun didn't show mercy, and beat him up again until the disciple was hammered and admitted defeat.

Lin Yun successfully won two victories.

In the third round, Lin Yun faced a disciple of the Great Elder, named Tang Xinwen, who was the peak of the second-order Nascent Soul.

"Tang Xinwen is the pinnacle of the second-order Nascent Soul, and has a lot of means. This time, Lin Yun may meet his opponent."

"Indeed, Tang Xinwen's sixteen overbearing saber is practiced superbly. It can be ranked in the forefront among all second-order Yuanying disciples. If the sixteen overbearing swords are successfully connected, ordinary third-order Yuanying disciples will temporarily avoid the edge. "

……

There was a discussion in the audience.

"Brother, come on! Brother, come on!"

The disciples under Elder Xiong all cheered for Lin Yun.

on the ring.

"Lin Yun, I've heard about you for a long time. Today, brother, I'll see if you are so godlike. Let me, Tang Xinwen, break your myth."

"Brother, make a move, let me learn from you." Lin Yun cupped his hands.

"Brother, be careful!"

"Sixteen Overlord Knife."

With a wave of Tang Xinwen's saber, the saber was instantly wrapped in flames.

immediately.

The sword is out!
(End of this chapter)