Feeling the fighting intent on Lin Yun's body, Young Master Yanxin raised his mouth slightly and said with a sneer, "You're really confident, so you're not afraid of death?"

"The next move is a boxing technique that I created three years ago. Three years ago, I was not mature enough to show it. Three years later, I originally planned to use this punch after I met Qin Yu. Let's do it."

"This punch is called swallowing the star."

As soon as Young Master Yan Xin spoke, his right fist and five fingers were tightly clasped together, and the wild aura that protected you from his body suddenly surged again.

At the moment when his five fingers were completely clenched, the entire sky was completely darkened, as if the light of the stars had been swallowed up.

In the absence of darkness, only Young Master Yanxin's clenched right fist radiated scarlet and violent light.

A terrifying power that shook the sky, condensed frantically from the fist, and the scarlet light seemed to squirm like life, which was extremely terrifying.

Aware of this terrifying aura, all the spectators in the Longmen Square were shocked.

At this moment, the hearts of many Zifu powerhouses in the VIP seats sank inexplicably. It seems that this punch, even the elders of Zifu, they dare not take it hard.

"horrible...."

"A punch that's been three years in the making?"

Everyone in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion looked extremely solemn, and Xinyan's eyes were full of worry.

"Hmph, Yan Xin used this punch to kill a loose cultivator in the Purple House. I don't believe that this sword slave can stop it!"

Wen Yanbo's expression was indifferent, extremely ferocious, and there was excitement in his eyes.

It seems that Lin Yun was smashed into a meat pie under this punch.

Young Master Shuiyue and others, who have already qualified for the top eight, frowned slightly, this punch is indeed a bit scary. Young Master Yanxin, in the past three years, I am afraid that most of the energy has been spent on this punch created by myself.

The shocking power was constantly brewing, and with the fall of this Weiya, Lin Yun felt an unprecedented pressure.

But his heart, his sword, and his people, under the pressure of Huang Huang, were not nervous or rushed.

In his eyes, the monstrous fighting intent, surging, he is infinitely close to the complete innate sword intent, trembling frantically at this moment. In the gloom, wave after wave of sword intent burst through the clouds, moving forward, making all things tremble.

With the flickering light of the burial foil, it became brighter and brighter, finally exuding its own light in this endless darkness.

In the darkness, there is not only that scarlet light.

To the heart of the sword, keep moving forward!

"Shuiyue swordsmanship, the most yin and the cold, the most high and the proud..."

"The tenth sword, the sky is broken!"

This punch was also worthy of the tenth sword that I used to perform the Shuiyue Swordsmanship. Lin Yun's eyes flashed, and the Shuiyue swordsmanship, which had already climbed to its peak, slashed out in anger.

With a loud noise, the ground suddenly exploded, and the majestic and domineering Shuiyue sword force condensed a tornado, wrapped around the vast gravel in the ruins, and burst into a violent explosion.

The already dark sky seemed to be torn apart under this mad scroll. The terrifying sword intent poured out, and the visions were repeated, and lightning bolts cut through the sky. The handsome face of the young Qing army was illuminated for eternity under this fleeting electric light.

This sword shatters the sky, shatters the sky, and shatters the cloud. Only one sword, like the moon, lasts forever.

At the same time, the scarlet fist that was about to devour all the stars burst out with a blood-colored light that covered the sky and exploded from the fist.

In an instant, two shocking and terrifying ultimate moves, enough to kill Zifu, collided in the air in the ruins of the battlefield.

The moment they collided, the world shook violently amid the rumbling sound. In the center of Longmen Square, except for the king's battle platform, the other seven battle platforms trembled violently, and cracks burst open faintly.

When two terrifying auras are all intertwined, it just explodes completely. The true essence was turbulent, the vision was broken, and the terrifying aftermath was like a substance, sweeping in all directions at a shocking speed.

"Oops!"

The face of the referee who had been out of the way suddenly changed slightly, and he hurriedly took action to stop the aftermath.

"Where is the camp of God?"

On the Ziqing throne, King Qin frowned slightly and shouted in a deep voice.

"exist!"

Figures came from all directions in Longmen Square, all elites from the Shence Camp, and they all tried to stop the aftermath.

The elites of the Shence Camp are at least the leaders of the eighth level of Xuanwu, and dozens of people have shot together.

The masters of the Purple Mansion have to retreat.

Bang!

But as the aftermath swept across, it burst out in a crushing state.

puff...

Under the shock wave, dozens of elites from the Shence Camp spat out blood on the spot. The final aftermath was the referee with a deep cultivation base, who forcibly stopped it by himself.

Otherwise, this aftermath will sweep across the viewing seats, and I don't know what kind of casualties it will cause.

fear!

The spectators in the entire Longmen Square turned pale, and the hearts of tens of thousands of warriors were all shocked.

The aftermath of the two ultimate moves has such amazing power, which is beyond people's imagination. In other words, if it weren't for the aftermath, wouldn't these two ultimate moves be able to easily kill the elites of the dozens of Shence Camp.

Thinking of this, many people felt trembling in their hearts.

What kind of concept, ordinary Zifu masters can't do it!

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

In the center of the ruins of the battle platform, the two people who are facing each other hard together are enduring an unparalleled terrifying anti-shock force. The anti-shock force at the core is much more terrifying than the aftermath of the leak.

Amidst the thunderous thunder, the two figures separated like meteors, flying backwards all the way, swaying many visions and the aftermath of True Essence into powder.

Pfft!

Lin Yun's body fell directly on another intact battle platform, and the battle platform was smashed into pieces on the spot, bursting into countless rubble, and the flesh body fell deeply into it, and it was piled up like a mountain in the blink of an eye. submerged in rubble.

On the other side, Young Master Yan Xin was equally uncomfortable, the dragon elephant armor on his body. Crushed by the sword light, bloody sword wounds were all over his body, and his burly body looked extremely terrifying. When he exploded out, he also smashed a battle platform and was buried by a vast amount of gravel.

Beneath the gravel, Lin Yun and Young Master Yan Xin were both alive and dead.

Many people were speechless, buzzing in their minds, and they didn't think of it at all. The battle of the top eight, the last place, would be so tragic.

Comparable to the final!

There was silence in all directions, and in the entire Longmen Square, only the aftermath of the explosion reverberated, and no one spoke.

One after another, they looked at the two piles of gravel in horror, with a slightly dazed expression?

Both of them got out of their own battle platform, but they didn't land, they both landed on another battle platform.

In this stop, who wins and who loses?

"It's terrible, both of them just created their own martial arts, right?"

"Well, it is indeed a self-created martial art. Whether it is the Dragon Elephant Fighting Fist, or the Shuiyue Sword Art, there is no ultimate move that the two of them use."

"But in the competition just now, it seems that Lin Yun's sword was stronger, and the sword force crushed most of the fists."

"It's hard to say, Lin Yun's sword is indeed stronger, but his physical body is not as good as the core of the rock. He may not be able to withstand it, the remaining fist strikes..."

"Let's see which one of them wakes up first."

Compared with the confusion and shock of the people in the spectator seats, many Zifu powerhouses looked at it more clearly.

rumble....

"what?"

At this moment, a strange color flashed in the eyes of many people, and the ground trembled slightly, as if it had changed.

Bang!

The gravel exploded, and a bloody and violent light shot up into the sky. Seeing Young Master Yanxin, ragged and pale, he stood up.

He ignored the ferocious sword wounds all over his body, glanced away, saw another pile of rubble, and suddenly laughed wildly: "After all, I won!"

call out!

But before he finished speaking, a sword light shot through the pile of rubble like a shock.

Young Master Yanxin's expression changed slightly, he roared with all his strength, and swung the funeral foil away with one punch. But he spit out blood, and on the broken battlefield, he stepped back several steps again.

Seven Profound Steps, like the sun in the sky!

The pile of rubble that buried Lin Yun suddenly burst out with golden light, and then the rubble burst. The dazzling light, Jinghong flashed and held the burial foil sword that was swayed away.

"you lose."

Just as Young Master Yan Xin stood firm, the light fell in front of him, and a sword was pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows.

When the light dissipated, the young man holding the sword, dressed in Tsing Yi and carrying a sword box, was not Lin Yun or who it was.

"Impossible! I won't lose..."

Young Master Yanxin's eyes were full of disbelief, and a frantic gaze erupted in his eyes, and he punched the burial foil that wanted to open his eyebrows.

Pfft!

But before he could make a move, there was a hideous and obliquely long bloodstain that split his twisted and crazy face in half.

No matter how fast the punching speed is, can it be faster than the sword light between his eyebrows?

Do you think Lin Yun dare not kill him?

in the case of....

I will regret it in the next life. With the roar of the opponent falling to the ground, the flowers were buried and returned to their sheaths. The young man was in the breeze, his long hair flaunted, and he looked at all directions.