Sovereign of the Era

At the time of people's suspicions, the situation on Shenglong stage is changing rapidly.

In many people's opinion, Yang Teng's sword is not disordered and his injury is not the key. Yang Teng this level of evil, such injuries, no harm.

As long as he has survived two moves, the boundless momentum accumulated by Dayan sword formula will launch a thunderbolt counterattack.

It is the so-called "go all out at once, decline again, and exhaust three times.".

Ye Qingfeng can not keep the current fierce momentum in the end, which will quickly exhaust Zhenyuan.

The situation is as expected, when ye Qingfeng's killing moves change again, Yang Teng looks quite embarrassed. He still retreated step by step, almost all of them were forced out of Shenglong platform, but his sword power was still in disorder.

The boundless sword meaning scattered out is even more vast, just like the water waves scattered on the vast Dragon Rising platform.

As long as he launches a counterattack, he will be absolutely fierce, and ye Qingfeng, who has exhausted his momentum, is bound to be hard to resist.

"There is only one move left. I want to see how ye Qingfeng can defeat Yang Teng."

Bai Ling sneered and looked at Lin Yun. The corners of her mouth looked rather disdainful.

Bang!

But his voice dropped, and suddenly came a shock from the stage, but ye Qingfeng looked ferocious and chopped his foot in the arena.

Boom!

The rising dragon platform in the Jiulong lake suddenly trembled violently, and the surrounding lake water kept stirring. Yang Teng's spread out of the Dayan sword momentum, are shocked by this foot, as if the calm lake was broken by one foot.

Yang Teng's face suddenly changed slightly. The spread of the sword is his card to fight back.

If broken, how to win?

Hiss!

But just about to make a move, the broken sword didn't listen to its command, and the purple moon covered in the challenge arena was full of light, which was devoured and absorbed crazily.

For a moment, the purple moon was like a bottomless pit, and the broken sword turned into a wisp of smoke, constantly pouring into it.

Boom!

Yueyuedun time is dazzling, especially dazzling, the sudden changes let Yang Teng obviously surprised.

"Lost!"

Ye Qingfeng roared and strode forward, bathed in the purple moonlight. He changed his claw into a fist, and the blow was like lightning, and he went towards his heart and mouth.

Dang!

The fist awn falls on the sword body, trembles, still will Yang Teng to vomit blood to fly wildly. Obviously, Yang Teng in a hurry to defend, simply can't block a terrorist attack.

He was directly thrown out of the challenge arena, and the xuanhuang gas in the jade pendant on his waist was continuously plundered.

"Purple Moon Heart Sutra!"

Bai Ling in Qingmu pavilion looks a little ugly. He obviously underestimates the power of this unique skill. He can swallow those swords and turn them into his own at the critical moment.

Elder martial brother Bai Ling, juechen of Nanhua seven English middle school looks at Lin Yun with a calm look.

It seems that this result is not unexpected, but just a little curious about how Lin Yun can see it.

As for others, their faces are a little complicated, and they are really the same as Lin Yun said. Within two moves, ye Qingfeng defeated Yang Teng and beat Bai Ling in the face.

After a close battle, no one dares to look down upon Lin Yun.

Seven groups and four groups of scuffle, still not slow to continue, those in the points game performance of fengwudao, Fang Hanluo, juechen and others, have won their respective victory.

Among them, juechen is the most powerful, his opponent did not admit defeat, seems to want to win a fluke.

After all, both sides are losing. It's better to fight for it. Many young leaders in the elimination match have been inspired. In the face of these seven heroes, it is not like the first round of points competition, where people directly admit defeat before they show up.

Unfortunately, it's too dusty.

Most people didn't even see how he made a move. His opponent vomited blood and was directly shaken away from the air.

Feng Wudao is an expert in seven groups who won all the way. He still continues his myth of winning in a row. His victory is neat and powerful.

It gives people the feeling that many hidden means have not been offered.

However, Fang Hanluo, the stronger the Vietnam War, used to break through his own exotic flowers in the war, and won some fluke. His opponent is very strong, the two finally fight to more than 500 moves, he reluctantly won and injury is not light.

However, his indifference made people feel strange.

"Mixed group vs. battle, Lin Yun vs. Bai Ling!"

The referee's voice rang out again. Among several dazzling figures, Lin Yun and Bai Ling, who had not yet appeared, were separated.

"Ye Qingfeng, who do you think is more likely to win?"

After they came to the stage, someone asked Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng has already known that Lin Yun asserted that the two moves will win. The man also wanted to test his eyesight to see how Lin Yun was defined in his eyes.

Ye Qingfeng chuckled indifferently, glanced at juechen and pondered: "although I don't like this boy very much, Qingmu Pavilion ranks at the bottom of the nine overlords. If Bai Ling wants to defeat Lin Yun, 50% of the opportunities are not available."In the face of jueshen, ye Qingfeng, who was born in the purple moon cave, dare to be so arrogant when he says that the details of Qingmu pavilion are not good.

"Maybe, but it's not so easy for Lin Yun to win over Bai Ling. It's hard to say whether he will win or not."

Juechen smiles mysteriously. It seems that Bai Ling still has a strong hand.

On the dragon rising stage.

Bai Ling looked at Lin Yun coldly and said, "you have good eyesight, but you can not only rely on your eyesight to fight against an expert. If you want to win, I'm not as simple as you think."

He said this not to Lin Yun, but to himself.

To some extent, eyesight is strength, standing high can see far. In the first battle of the mixed group, Lin Yun and Bai Ling were under great pressure.

"Maybe it's easier than I thought."

Lin Yun looked calm and said at will.

Bai Ling frowned. Lin Yun's calm attitude made him nervous and nervous. That light look, it seems that he did not pay too much attention to himself, let him feel very uncomfortable.

This guy, what's the deal?

Both of them were promoted by ten consecutive victories in their respective groups. The battle was doomed to end in a row, which attracted the attention of many observers.

"I can feel the sword's meaning in your body. Let's take out the sword, or you may not even have a chance to pull out your sword."

Burying the foil in hand, Lin Yun looks at each other and says calmly.

As soon as he said this, he immediately caused a lot of uproar. The ten successive victories of Bai Ling did not use the sword.

"Arrogant! Who wins and who loses, maybe? "

Lin Ling Yun can't suppress his anger.

Bang!

The sound of the sword is loud and clear, and the light of the sword is flashing. The momentum of the sword rises like a sudden water column. In a short time, Bai Ling's sword power reached a very strong level, which made many people's eyes bright.

"Wind!"

At the moment when the sword was raging, Bai Ling killed her with her sword. The wind whirled, and the white-collar people's swords united into one like a water tornado.

This move is similar to Lin Yun's sky breaking cloud, but the artistic conception is completely different.

With wind as the main, water as the auxiliary, people and sword in one.

Click! Click!

The sound of a sword was heard again, and the buried flowers came out of their scabbards for an inch, and the water tornado that had rushed over was shattered. When the funeral flowers are all pulled out, the sword body is like autumn water, rippling with dreamlike light, and the figure of white Ling is directly forced out.

"How strong."

Bai Ling is surprised. He has never seen such a terrible sword technique among his peers. Just the momentum of Yang Jian's scabbard broke his killing moves.

With her mind moving, Bai Ling knows that she can't keep her strength any more, so she urges her sword.

With the blessing of sword meaning, the broken sword power of white silk gathers together again like dust, which is more concise and thick for you. From dunes to towering mountains, the rise of isolated peaks, unstoppable.

This is the power of sword!

Lin Yun looks calm and does not sacrifice his sword meaning. He only confronts the enemy with the purple kite sword formula.

The next moment, the figure of the two people, in the battle platform on the non-stop flashing up. In the changing figure, the blade collides and sparks splash.

Many people under the stage were staring at the two people in the fight. The battle was really wonderful. Their swordsmanship was extremely sharp and their accomplishments were equally unfathomable.

From time to time, the sword light is dazzling and amazing.

Fuzzy figure, non-stop shaking, every crisscross are breathtaking. All those who have some strength are thrilled to see it, and they shout for pleasure.

But gradually, these people's hearts rise a little doubt, Lin Yun didn't use sword intention?

It is said that Lin Yun's sword meaning is unpredictable. It is the existence of water chestnut in the whole Nanhua ancient region.

But at present, the fight is so dangerous that Lin Yun can't be separated from his opponent with his exquisite sword skills. He is really puzzled.

Lin Yun did not think too much, he had thought well, can not expose the cards.

Moreover, he didn't care much about it, and there was almost no reservation about Ziyuan sword formula. In the purple mansion, the ice crystal purple iris flower has already bloomed half, the vast real yuan is full of the body, and the sword power infused in the burial flower is not weak at all.

After a long time of entanglement, Bai Ling still failed to gain any advantage. In her heart, she was more and more frightened by the Vietnam War. Lin Yun is like a deep bottomless cold pool. The more you fight, the more you can feel the unfathomable depth of each other.

I don't believe it. I can't force your real strength.

Bai Ling knows that she can't see through the depth of the other party and never has a chance to win. Now she roars, "autumn leaves, sweeping the world!"

He pushed himself to the limit of his sword, and the autumn wind blew, and a sense of sadness pervaded shenglongtai. The sound of whine, in people's ears to listen to the chill, the body some can not help shaking up.

The perfect combination of sword meaning and artistic conception of sword technique makes the white silk really have some talent. Only a master can master the skill.Unfortunately Met me.

Sky broken clouds!

Lin Yun's wrist shook fiercely, and the ten Water Dragons roared away, blocking the sky and the sun, squeezing the whole dragon climbing platform into no gap.

Click! CLICK!

Under the two big killing moves, Bai Ling is immediately shocked to fly, and the corners of her mouth overflow with blood stains. His pupil shrinks fiercely. What kind of skill does this guy cultivate? It's incredible that such a powerful killing move can break out in an instant.

You can't hide your clumsiness.

"Powerful!"

White Ling's eyes flashed a cruel color. This move is very powerful, and even can severely damage the evil spirit of half a step. He hasn't mastered it completely, and he will be hurt once he is sacrificed.

But at this point, there is nothing to be afraid of.

His hands holding the handle of the sword, all over his clothes frantically agitated, there are lightning flashes above his head. The momentum is soaring wildly, and Bai Ling's expression is extremely ferocious. It seems that even the Dragon climbing platform can be split in two.

Lin Yun felt the dangerous smell of silk in his heart. It was the first time that the Dragon feast and battle had this feeling.

But it was almost an instinctive reaction. As soon as the terrifying killing move was about to be sacrificed, Lin Yun sacrificed Dacheng's innate sword idea.

The same is the innate sword meaning, but the difference between Xiaocheng and Dacheng is like the gap between heaven and earth.

In particular, Lin Yun's mastery of the innate Dacheng sword is fast beyond the ability to think, including opponents, and even Lin Yun himself.

He just felt the threat, and his body responded instinctively, with the least cost and the fastest speed.

Poop!

In a flash of lightning and flint, the white silk holding the sword in both hands spat out blood, and the man, like a rainbow light, was shot out and landed on the bank.

His sword was still in the air, but he fainted on the shore, and his chest wound kept pouring out blood.

Sloshing!

The sword fell to the ground, shaking and making a clear sound, which woke the people up.

One by one, staring at Lin Yun, eyeballs are almost staring out, but the neck is like being pinched is speechless.

What kind of sword technique is this?

The gods and ghosts are frightened, and they are scared to death.

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