Lin Yun calculated, the next battle must be won.

Once he falls into the loser's bracket, although he has the confidence to fight out, the process is probably quite cumbersome.

Once you win, it is much easier, you can rest for three days, and directly decide the top ten after three days.

He thought so, and so did his opponent.

No one wants to fall into the loser's group. First, it's hard to save face. Second, the loser's group is really too cruel.

At least a few more battles are required, and it is easy to get injured if someone sees through his trump card.

The time for half a column of incense quickly passed.

Those in the upper bracket continue to play against each other, with half of them going to the lower bracket.

This round of fights is more intense than the previous round.

Unless people are absolutely confident, they don't have much plan to retain their strength, and they will do their best as soon as they play.

Ye Feifan and Zhang Yue appeared one after another, and their opponents were very powerful, all of them were legends of the senior generation at the peak of the four yuan.

But the two of them easily defeated their opponents without much effort, and they are still the top three popular saints in the local group.

Finally, the fight between Lin Yun and Wang Ziyue came.

Both of them can be regarded as dark horses, their popularity is quite high, and there are cheers from below.

Even some saints looked at them.

However, almost no one is optimistic about Lin Yun, including many holy realm elders in Tiandao Sect, and even Lin Yun's master.

Great Sage Long Yun shook his head and said, "This little guy is a bit unlucky. Prince Yue Xiu is not as good as that Zhang Qiao, but many saints can't grasp the will of this life."

"Yes, I really can't see Ye Qingtian's advantage. The key point is that this prince, Yue, is not low in swordsmanship."

"But it doesn't matter, Ye Qingtian is still young after all, giving him two more years is definitely enough. After all, he is a disciple of Great Sage Long Yun."

A group of holy elders spoke.

Swish!

An unexpected figure appeared near the golden battle platform, it was Mu Yan, the Queen of Heavenly Yin.

She has the four-element Nirvana pinnacle cultivation base, and just happened to sign up for the land group. Many people have long assumed that she is the champion of the land group.

For example, Zhang Yue, Ye Feifan and others are strong, but in the eyes of everyone, they can only compete for the top three qualifications.

"The saintess of Tianyin is here, the saintess really likes Ye Qingtian?"

"I'm going, this is too scary!"

"Wang Muyan actually took the initiative to watch the battle..."

I have to say that Wang Muyan's charm is too great.

After she appeared, even the audience of other Huang group, Xuan group, and even many Tian group all looked over.

Wang Muyan has a graceful and plump figure, an enchanting face, and her skin is white and transparent.

She is only nineteen years old, and at such an age, she has brought disaster to the country and the people.

Many people can't see her face clearly, but just that temperament makes people's heart beat faster, and a heart seems to be completely filled by her.

What does this witch want to do?

Lin Yun is very wary of this woman now, and he has not forgotten the loss Feiyunshan suffered.

"Ye Qingtian, how on earth did you do it, my saintess of the Wang family pays such attention to you."

Opposite him Lin Yun, Wang Ziyue looked at Lin Yun with some envy, Wang Yuyan's status in the Wang family was much higher than that of a saint.

Not only the owner of the house, but also many elders love him, and he has attracted much attention from childhood to adulthood.

Lin Yun said with a faint smile: "There are so many people who like me, do I have to ask each of them? I'm not so free... Your saintess, in my opinion, is normal."

"Ah."

Wang Ziyue laughed angrily and said, "It's okay, you're not worthy of her anyway."

Swish!

He didn't talk nonsense with Lin Yun. With a flick of his wrist, the scabbard flew out.

When the body of the sword trembled, there was immediately a burst of fire, and it kept exploding.

Boom!

The flames continued to condense and explode, and on the battle platform, there appeared one after another of flaming poisonous snakes, each of which was extremely hideous.

Lin Yun glanced at this person in surprise, the means displayed by the other side was completely different from the previous battle.

Wang Ziyi smiled lightly and said, "In the eyes of a true master, you are still far behind."

Burning fire!

When the words fell, he stepped out and stabbed Lin Yun directly with the holy sword in his hand.

hum!

At the same time, under the blessing of the will to live, the flaming poisonous pythons on the ground seemed to come alive.

They seemed to have life, and their eyes released agile light, spitting out snake letters, and then vacated.

Hundreds of fire pythons were killed with this sword.

What Wang Ziyue is using at this moment is the Orchid Institute's Burning Heaven Sword Technique, which is the unique skill of the Orchid Institute.

If you can complete all the training, and then cooperate with the Burning Heaven Sword Art, you can erupt with extremely terrifying power.

It is one of the four most destructive swordsmanships under the Eastern Desolate Holy Land.

"Fentian swordsmanship combined with the will of life, this Prince Yue is really a genius!"

"He is only a nirvana practitioner. If he becomes a semi-sage in the future, he will have the opportunity to be invincible!"

The Fen Tian swordsmanship was very famous, and just as Wang Ziyue performed it, it immediately caused a sensation.

So strong!

Lin Yun suddenly felt a lot of pressure, this day, the Taoist sect really should not be underestimated.

In situations where many hole cards cannot be used, it is really troublesome to only rely on kendo skills to fight against each other.

Clang!

Lin Yun pulled out the burial foil, took a step back, wow, just as he landed, the other party's aura seemed to be doubled.

"Losing!"

"Faced with the Fentian swordsmanship, as long as you take a step back, you will definitely lose."

"How powerful is the Fentian swordsmanship, how can it be retreated?"

The disciples of the sacred tradition below all opened their mouths to judge.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and took another step back. After taking three steps back, there were thousands of fire pythons on the battlefield.

Wang Ziyue snorted coldly and didn't give Lin Yun a chance to make a real shot. He knew that the opponent's sword intent was still terrifying.

He stretched out his hand and stabbed forward, and then slammed his sword.

Whoa!

Thousands of fire pythons turned into fire dragons under the watchful eyes of the public, and a dragon might appear for a while.

If it were someone else, let alone the cultivation of the Death Profound Realm, even if the cultivation was higher than Wang Ziyue.

Under such a sword situation, there is no doubt that he will lose.

But Lin Yun was not in a hurry, holding his sword and dancing lightly, a little firefly appeared in the void.

hum!

Thousands of fire dragons were immediately hindered.

"Light of Firefly!"

When Lin Yun stabbed out this sword, the bright sword light bloomed, and the sky-filled fire dragon was pushed out.

Even Wang Ziyue himself was pushed away hundreds of meters as if he had encountered a storm.

"The Light of Dawn!"

Lin Yun kept moving, and he picked it up with a backhand, and with a click, the sky seemed to be opened directly by this sword.

A ray of dawn's brilliance turned into an arc in the distance, and under the arc, thousands of fire dragons had their heads cut off.

Wang Ziyue's face changed slightly, and he immediately shot, blocking the arc with a sword.

"Sunset Red!"

But before it was over, Wang Ziyue hadn't thought of a way to crack it, and Lin Yun dropped another sword from the sky.

The sky was completely opened, and a bloody sunset fell on Wang Ziyue's head under the guidance of Lin Yunsheng's sword.

Wang Ziyue took a deep breath, and quickly drew back his sword.

boom!

The remaining fire pythons on the ground were smeared with blood, and pieces of meat splashed out.

Those living Flood Dragon meat pieces fell outside the battlefield and immediately turned into flames and burned into ashes.

Boom!

On the battle platform, Lin Yun, who made three swords in a row, was like a god descending.

The sword stance that fell to the bottom of the valley, swayed up, and in one fell swoop overtook the Fentian sword stance back.

But it's not over yet!

"The last quarter of the moon."

Lin Yun gave a soft drink, and the people danced lightly on the spot, and a waning moon lifted off into the sky.

Immediately after the burial flower flicked, the waning moon bounced out like a water polo, and the moonlight sprinkled all the way like waves splashing.

"Firefly Sword!"

"My God, this is the first few swords!"

"This guy is crazy!"

Many inner sect disciples were still a little confused, not knowing what was going on, all the disciples of the sacred tradition below suddenly stood up.

His eyes were full of shock, and in the realm of the Profound Death, he had mastered four full swords, the Firefly Divine Sword.

how can that be?

But it wasn't over yet. Between the flat ground, a gust of wind suddenly blew up around Lin Yun's body, and snowflakes that were incredibly white flew out of his sword.

The fifth sword of the Firefly Excalibur, the Snow of the Tianshan Mountains!

Ka Ka Ka!

After this sword, Wang Ziyue's Burning Heaven Sword suddenly collapsed and could no longer support it.

The flames were drowned by snowflakes, Wang Ziyue was forced down, and the sword in his hand kept waving.

But every time a sword was swung, the person took a step back, and his face seemed extremely labored.

In terms of kendo attainments, he was completely suppressed.

"The fifth sword!"

On the Tiandao altar, a group of holy elders opened their holy eyes one after another, and each pair of holy eyes burst into a gorgeous light.

Deep down, everyone was shocked.

The Firefly Divine Sword has a collection in the Holy Land of the World, and it is possible that in the realm of the Death Profound Realm, there are people who have mastered all six swords.

Looking at the entire Kunlun, no matter whether it is true or evil, no matter what clan leader, even if it is pushed forward for five hundred years, there will never be more than ten people.

"My Heavenly Dao Sect, I'm going to have another Sword Saint!"

There is an elder in the holy realm with emotion, and sighed leisurely.

Can it end here?

not at all!

Under the boundless wind and snow, Lin Yun wore a robe of green clothes, and when he looked back, he struck another sword.

The long hair fluttered in the snow, the clothes danced with the sword, and a silver sword light flew out like a meteor.

The sixth sword of the Firefly Excalibur, the blood of silver!