Eternal Martial Emperor

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Xia Houyang knows very well that if a fourth-level late emperor can defeat a eighth-level emperor, it will probably cause a big uproar in this league conference. The word Jiang Yun will definitely be in the future. Many people remember.

Lin Yun was expressionless, still closed his eyes, it seemed that he hadn't heard anyone else's words.

Time passed, and in the thirteenth game,

Next, after two more duels, it was finally Jiang Yun's turn.

"Thirteenth game, Jiang Yun played against Xinhua Xinhua!"

As soon as Xinhua heard it, he jumped onto the ring, raised the sickle in his hand, pointed at Lin Yun under the ring, and laughed: "Come up, wait for this battle, I have been waiting for a long time!"

Lin Yun expressionless, slowly stood up, Xia Houyang pulled his arm again, and said nervously: "Jiang Yun! This battle is very important, you must be careful! Be careful! Be careful! "

"Whether the two of you win in this battle, the winner will be the seed player directly, and will be guaranteed to be sent to the finals. Before the finals, you will not encounter a disciple."

"But if you lose this battle, you will definitely encounter Ouyang Haochen or the night piano in the remaining matches of this semi-final. At worst, you will also encounter Wang Jizhong!"

"If you can't beat the rotten wood Xinhua, then these three people, you will certainly not win, then you will not be able to enter the finals."

Xia Houyang's concern is that Lin Yun's style is always calm, but in fact he will give the opponent a chance every time.

However, Jumu Xinhua is different from other opponents encountered by Lin Yun. He is a fierce character. It is not that simple and should not be underestimated.

"But then again, you should never be stubborn. If you really can't win, it doesn't matter. After all, you are only eighteen years old this year, and the next general league conference is your real stage!" Xia Houyang advised At the same time, he was also worried about Lin Yun.

After all, in the past few decades, the Xiahou League Alliance Wufu had just appeared such a wicked young genius. He didn't want Lin Yun to have any accidents.

However, while he was speaking, Lin Yun had already come to the ring.

The eighth-level Emperor Wuhuang peak, this has been able to make Lin Yun in the normal state, so little interest.

On the ring, Xinmu Xinhua's eyes were filled with a blazing warfare, and a confident smile hung on her face.

"This game is arguably the most interesting of all the games today!"

"A dark horse disciple of the Eighty-Fourth Alliance Wufu and the chief core disciple of the battle ghost Wang Zong, no matter what the outcome of this battle, it must be a wonderful battle!"

After the regional and promotion matches, no one would underestimate Lin Yun, and even think that Lin Yun is the young genius who is second only to Wang Jizhong for so many years.

The original status was always spent.

The emergence of Lin Yun also completely subverted their understanding of the realm.

They did not expect that an Emperor Wu of the fourth grade would be able to cross so many levels and defeat the opponent continuously.

This has never happened in their previous cognition.

The number of onlookers is also increasing, and the two on the ring have not yet started. The audience under the ring has begun to speculate on the outcome of this battle.

"A late fourth-ranked emperor and an eighth-ranked emperor peak. From the bright side, Jiang Yun will undoubtedly lose!"

"Although Jiang Yun performed amazingly and defeated the eighth-level emperor, but the strength of Xinhua Xinhua is second only to his disciples, and he is about to reach the threshold of his disciples. He is also among the top core disciples. . "

"Even if Jiang Yun loses, don't forget that he is only eighteen years old this year, and the next General Union Conference is the only time he can really perform!"

Regarding Lin Yun's battle with the rotten wood Xinhua, no one present was optimistic about Lin Yun, even though Lin Yun's performance was already amazing enough.

This is not that they feel that Lin Yun is too weak. On the contrary, they feel that Lin Yun is strong, but the eighth-level peak emperor Xinhua Xinhua is stronger and much stronger than Lin Yun.

Ghost King's disciples have never been simple.

Even Xia Houyang, Xia Houxuan and Qing Yi, who had always believed in Lin Yun, were all worried at the moment.

They don't think Lin Yun can win, they just hope that Lin Yun can not be stubborn, and finally hurt Dao Gen.

"Are you ready?" The examiner looked at Lin Yun and Xinmu Xinhua and asked.

Lin Yun nodded silently, while Junki Xinhua was frantic and smiled: "The sickle in my hand has been waiting for a long time!"

"Game start!"

As soon as the examiner's words fell, Xinhua Xinhua launched an attack directly.

He clenched the sickle in his hand, and swung it forward fiercely. Instantly, the sickle was like a flexible snake, stretching indefinitely towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun's face didn't change color, and he hid casually sideways, and the sickle was next to his clothes and banged on the ring behind him.

boom--!

Accompanied by a dull bang, the rafter floor that was hit by the sickle burst instantly, and dense cracks appeared.

"Want to hide?" Kumu Xinhua grinned, and gently waved his right hand holding the sickle. This sickle turned in a direction, centered on Lin Yun, and quickly entangled, wanting to wrap Lin Yun.

Xia Houxuan and Qing Yi couldn't help but feel nervous for Lin Yun, but Lin Yun slammed on the ground with both feet, and his whole body rushed up to the sky. Then, two white mist burst out in the void, and his fists were clenched. Destroyed the trend of dying, blasting towards Xinhua Xinhua's chest.

After all, Xinhua Xinhua is still an eighth-level peak emperor. Unlike other core disciples, he can clearly see Lin Yun's actions.

However, even if he could see clearly, there was no way to avoid it.

The disciples of Guiwangzong specialize in the power of the soul. Most of them are martial spirits who carry some of the power of the soul.

This also led to their speed, strength, and defense. Among the warriors in the same realm, they were not the best.

Lin Yun blasted out with a fist, his whistling wind, carrying an incomparable force, and immediately blasted to the rotten wood Xinhua's chest.

At the last moment, Xinhua Xinhua barely raised his right hand to resist, but unfortunately, his power was still unable to match Lin Yun, and this punch directly blasted him back by dozens of meters.

"It's strong! One punch knocked back an eighth-level peak emperor!"

"I didn't expect it, it turned out that Jiang Yun took the lead."

"Don't worry, I heard that the wicked wood Xinhua's martial spirit is very powerful and weird, and he must win the game."