Sovereign of the Era

"Lin is not talented, willing to have a try!"

The voice is not big, but it is not humble and silent. It is clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Shua!

The other nine people on the same line as him, including Hu Zifeng, all turned their heads around at the same time.

Not only that, but even the expression is the same.

The sword slave is crazy!

Under the high platform, more than 2000 disciples of the outside world were surprised for a short time.

Burst out a exclamation of excitement.

Accidents are always the biggest surprise. By now, everyone has felt that Lin Yun can't judge according to common sense.

Whether it was the winning streak that started from the group match, or today's defeat of Zhou Yun, and breakthrough on the spot.

What he brought to qingyunzong was a new style, which was unprecedented in him.

No matter lose or win, at least Lin Yun made a different choice.

When others choose to protect themselves, they would rather shrink their heads than offend their inner disciples.

Lin Yun stood up and showed his determination!

On the high stage, many inner disciples have different expressions.

Little patriarch Bai Yufan's eyes flashed a trace of appreciation.

Lin Yun, to his great surprise, he seems not to care about his origin. What he sees in him is always not humble and silent, and exudes the spirit of warm blood and upward.

Other inner disciples look a little ugly.

No matter who Lin Yun chooses, he will feel embarrassed.

It is reasonable for the inner disciples to defeat Lin Yun, but if they fail, they will lose face.

Win not please, lose all.

During the day, Ming laughed and said, "good, ambitious. Whether you win or lose, I will give you a heart nourishing pill! Now, who do you want to challenge? "

As soon as this was said, the other nine people all showed a look of regret.

Yangxin pill!

Eyes to Lin Yun, full of jealousy, so white a heart nourishing pill.

It's too cheap, this sword slave!

But these people did not expect that Lin Yun was risking the risk of revenge by his inner disciples.

"Thank you, Lord. I need to have a look first..."

Lin Yun heart has no waves, his idea is very pure, just want to verify his strength at the moment.

Moreover, he was promoted to the inner disciple for the first time.

Challenge failure will not affect the ranking. If you win, the ranking will jump directly. Why don't you have the courage to try?

People who practice martial arts can lose everything, but they can't lose their spirit!

His eyes glided over the faces of the inner disciples, looking for suitable opponents.

After a while, the flow of sight inevitably fell on Su ziyao's face.

They have never looked at each other at such a close distance, never had a moment, stood on the same stage.

When the eyes fell on that face, his heart without waves, a ripple.

Su ziyao's face is expressionless, in her delicate face, no one can guess what she is in the end.

Is there a trace of surprise in her heart?

Lin Yun's heart wry smile, I think what, the line of sight turns in the past, fixed frame in a person's body.

"This elder martial brother, Lin Mou wants to ask you for advice."

When the challenger was determined, there was a discussion at the bottom.

"It's brother Ma Tian Yi!"

"Lin Yun actually chose elder martial brother ma. His strength is not weak at all, and his cultivation has already reached eight levels of martial arts."

"If you remember correctly, elder martial brother Ma's windstorm sword technique is also a state of great success."

You can clearly see that when Lin Yun makes a choice, Ma Tianyi's mouth twitches.

His heart is very uncomfortable.

So many inner disciples chose him. Do you despise him?

In front of the patriarch's face, Ma Tian couldn't attack, and his face was gloomy: "please!"

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the two took off with their front and rear feet and landed on the competition platform below.

Ma Tian looked at Lin Yun and said in a cold voice, "I don't know why you chose me, but I will certainly make you regret your choice!"

"That may disappoint you. Even if I lose miserably, I will never regret it. You can do it."

Lin Yun is calm in his heart and calm in his face.

"As you wish!"

Whoa!

As soon as Ma Tian pulls his sword out of his sheath, he has the momentum of eight levels of martial arts and climbs to the peak in an instant.

The huge sword power was enveloped like a storm.

Dragon and tiger are powerful!

Lin Yun took a step, and the wind and cloud rose together.

With the blessing of dragon and tiger, the seven fold cultivation of martial arts can barely resist.

Although still occupying the disadvantage, but not to the point that can't do it.In the sound of burst drinking, Ma Tianyi's strong wind rises and stabs out a sword.

The strong wind condenses on the body of the sword, just like a touch of streamer.

How fast!

Lin Yun's heart is slightly startled. Under the blessing of the eighth martial arts cultivation, the opponent's windstorm sword technique is a little frightening.

Dare not neglect, Dacheng Liufeng sword technique is put into practice in Lin Yun's hands.

Liufeng sword is better than storm sword.

However, under the opponent's realm advantage, the gap of sword technique itself can be completely made up.

In the face of Zhou Yun's repression, it did not show.

On the contrary, Lin Yun is firmly suppressed by the fierce sword power of the other party's storm sword technique.

He even let his Liufeng sword technique, which was not smooth.

As soon as the fight was over, the gap in strength between the two sides was immediately revealed.

Lin Yun's face shows the color of hard work. Under the strong wind and heavy rain, he blocks the left branch and the right block.

He is like a lonely boat in the storm, ups and downs, drifting, as if it will capsize at any time.

The dangerous situation is frightening.

Hu Zifeng showed satisfaction on the stage. If Lin Yun could defeat his inner disciples.

That will make his victory seem a little less proud.

Such a situation, can set off his outside door the first real name!

Little patriarch Bai Yufan sighs in his heart that the inside information gap is still too big, and Lin Yun has no backhand power at all.

Wang Ning sneered: "if this sword slave chooses me, I won't be as gentle as Ma Tianyi. Three moves will kill him!"

"As I expected, it was a bit beyond my ability."

"He really thought he could be compared with Hu Zifeng?"

The inner disciples on the high platform were relieved when they saw such a situation.

Lin Yun on the stage, delicate face, but full of stubborn.

His eyes were shining brightly and his heart was full of excitement.

This war was chosen correctly!

Under the strong pressure of Ma Tianyi, he can feel his understanding of the sword technique is making rapid progress.

All kinds of deficiencies, and at this moment, bit by bit, are fully revealed.

Only when people are not afraid of war and are not afraid of war can we make continuous progress.

If you don't fight with Ma Tian, how can you know that you can insist on so many moves in front of the eight heavy masters of martial arts.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Lin Yun's body has been scarred, although all of them are slight injuries, but it still looks a little frightening.

Blood dyed red long shirt, Lin Yun bite teeth, but still encourage to insist.

Look at Lin Yun's face, this does not admit defeat look, Ma Tian one heart, gradually some anger Tengsheng.

This sword slave is really endless. He can't win at any chance, but he is still holding on.

That's how you want to make a fool of me?

Every time a sword was added, Ma Tianyi felt that the ridicule of those inner disciples on the stage aggravated.

The longer the time, the more time, the two have enough on the hundred moves.

On the stage, those inner disciples had already had the initial taunt and turned into shock.

The disciples of the outer gate at the bottom of the hall have long been stunned.

Lin Yun It's too much!

Lin Yun, who fell into absolute inferiority at the beginning, insisted on a hundred moves and was still fighting in the death after being wounded.

"You forced me!"

Ma Tian's anger flashed in his eyes as soon as he saw that he had been defeated for a long time.

Whoa!

In an instant, his sword suddenly soared and his wrist shook. Between a breath, a full nine eighty-one sword, eight sword wind, from different directions quickly stabbed at Lin Yun.

There is no dead corner at all. It's the wind storm sword's killing move. It's from all directions.

Take a photo!

Lin Yun's face was slightly heavy, and he met him with the same killing move of Liufeng sword.

Dang Dang Dang!

For a moment, the sword shadow on the competition stage was burning, and the sound of the two swords was heard.

Poop!

The two most powerful killing moves, in the breath, will determine the high and low.

Lin yuntu's blood came out. After landing, his body was already on the verge of falling.

On the high platform, the patriarch frowned slightly during the day. For a moment, he felt a terrible sense of killing.

But the idea of killing was fleeting, and no one except him was aware of it.

Ma Tian is expressionless. A wisp of blood drips down the body of the sword with his right hand.

Tick, tick, tick!

The blood drips and makes a crisp sound.

He got hurt for the first time.

Can be two people injured, who light who heavy, at a glance, the victory or defeat has been divided.

"You lost."

Ma Tianyi looked at the rickety Lin Yun, who could hardly stand, and whispered.

There's no time to wipe the blood from the corners of your mouth.Lin Yun steadied himself with his sword. His pale face squeezed out silk, which made people heartache with a smile: "my sword is still in my hand. How can elder martial brother think that I will surely lose?"

"But I don't think you have any chance to beat me."

Ma Tianyi's mouth shows a trace of ridicule, even stand unsteadily, do not want to admit defeat.

"Indeed, in the eyes of my elder martial brother, I was born as a sword slave, so it's very treacherous to challenge me. But some things, do not adhere to the end, who can know the results? If you live a lifetime, you must insist on something. If you are not talented, you also have a sword. Please enlighten me! "

The breeze is caressing, blowing the hair of the forest cloud.

That beautiful face, even if it is pale without any blood color, can still see the pride between the eyebrows!

The tottering Lin Yun suddenly erupted into a startling tiger power.

It is like a tiger that swallows thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and roars in the sky.

His sword, too, moved at this moment!

Mingming's momentum is like a tiger returning to the mountain. He is furious and furious. But his momentum, under the control of the burial foil, is delicate and gentle, careful and moves slowly.

Under the control of the burial foil, the two temperament with great contrast are closely integrated.

Ma Tian's disdainful face suddenly flashed and surprised.

In Lin Yun's body, he suddenly felt a terrible extreme sword power.

It's boundless wildness, it's anger all over the sky, it's the devil coming out of the depths of hell

But when he really wanted to do it, what he saw was a flower, a rose blooming on the tip of the sword.

The edge of the sword is incomparable. It explodes at the tip of the sword.

Where do flowers start?

A tiger in the heart, sniff the rose!

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