"If you can use the sword, I will lose!"

As soon as Lin Yun's words fell, there was a lot of uproar in the crowd, and he seemed quite surprised.

On the city wall three days ago, Lin Yun's mysterious background attracted the attention of many people. After he came to power, a lot of people paid attention.

Everyone wants to see how powerful the previously eye-catching swordsman is.

"If you draw the sword, you will lose? It's too crazy..."

"Haha, he has a personality. Could it be that his sword is so fast that Mo Qi doesn't even have time to react."

"Bragging, this Mo Qi doesn't look weak, and his cultivation is even more equal to him. Lin Yun can't have any advantage."

In the discussion, the number of warriors who paid attention to these seven groups of Shenlongtai gradually increased.

The Great Qin Empire, Hufa Mei and others all seemed quite nervous, after all, this was Lin Yun's first battle. No matter how optimistic he was before Lin Yun, after all, he has not passed the real test, and no one knows how far he can go in the feast of dragons.

"It's better to talk less about bragging. You still worry about yourself, whether you can survive ten moves in front of me."

Mo Qi had a sneer on his face, but he didn't take Lin Yun's words seriously at all, and his figure flashed. The fierce sword momentum erupted, and the straight body was like a long spear, killing Lin Yun quickly.

When he was less than ten meters away from Lin Yun, his right hand was quietly held on the hilt of the sword, seeing that Lin Yun still did not move. Mo Qi's eyes flashed with disdain. He couldn't even see my figure clearly, and he still dared to be so arrogant.

defeat!

Its fierce sword momentum was instantly concentrated at one point, accumulating in an extremely sharp posture, wanting to pierce Lin Yun's chest the moment the sword was drawn. Lin Yun still didn't move, but just accumulated the psychic sword intent in his eyes, and a majestic sword intent suddenly appeared in the depths of his eyes like starlight. For a moment, Mo Qi's movement became extremely slow in Lin Yun's eyes, his whole body was full of flaws, and the sharp sword intent pierced the void,

penetrate into each other's mind.

"what happened?"

The Shenglongtai was pitch black, and Mo Qi felt that his heart was pierced by a sword light. The sword stance all over his body was in chaos immediately, fear spread in his heart, and the whole body was in chaos for a while.

"retreat."

Mo Qi's expression changed greatly, he quickly released the hilt of his sword, and retreated back at lightning speed.

After landing, he kept gasping for breath, his face was pale, and his forehead was dripping with sweat. In just a moment, he seemed to have walked through the gate of hell. After life and death, his energy was completely exhausted, and his legs and feet were weak and weak.

Damn it!

what's the problem?

Mo Qi was puzzled and looked up at Lin Yun, who still didn't move. But he felt that no matter how he moved, he was full of flaws in front of the other party. His sight was as sharp as a sword, and he could penetrate the void at any time.

Just when he was in shock, Lin Yun's eyes fell on the other party again, and he raised his leg and took a step forward.

Pfft!

Mo Qi spat out blood and knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Go down."

When Lin Yun's footsteps fell, a person appeared in front of Mo Qi like a teleportation, raised his hand and printed it on Mo Qi's body.

This palm shattered Mo Qi's body-protecting true essence, and knocked him out and landed on the edge of the ring. If it is heavier, it will fall directly on Jiulong Lake.

"you win."

Mo Qi didn't even have the courage to look at Lin Yun, and left in a hurry, looking extremely frightened. At the moment when he conceded defeat, the loss of the mysterious yellow energy in the jade pendant was generally captured by Lin Yun.

"Assignment."

Lin Yun was thoughtful, it seemed a little too much.

The psychic sword intent is a small test of the bull's knife, although it is not really sacrificed, but for the weak-willed, it has fatal lethality.

Sword Intent is psychic and can cut through nothingness.

You can point directly at the other party's mind, and if you are a little careless, your mind will be lost, and your true essence will be disordered.

This sword intent is too strong, it is better not to sacrifice it casually, it is not good to be guarded by being seen. Anyway, even the consummate Innate Sword Intent at its peak is enough to be proud of the Southern Territory of the world and fight this feast of dragons.

"Won?"

Those who followed the seven battles were at a loss and had no idea why.

Lin Yun's sword intent can only be sensed by those who are seen by his line of sight, and it is very strange for outsiders to detect it.

"Little friend is a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and this sword intent has some ways."

The referee of the seventh group said with a smile, he did not see that Lin Yun's sword intent had reached the realm of psychic powers, and he might have noticed that Lin Yun's sword intent was extremely terrifying.

"No, I'm a disciple of High Heaven Sword Pavilion."

After Lin Yun finished speaking, he went straight back.

"Interesting, there are more and more rookies this year."

As soon as it came out, a dark horse with great potential appeared in these seven groups, which made the referee look forward to it.

"In the nineteenth battle, Yang Teng fought against Feng Wudao!"

Just when everyone was still immersed in Lin Yun's incredible victory, the referee's voice fell, and everyone in the field immediately woke up.

"Yang Teng? Tianjianzong Yang Teng, he was ranked 23rd in the last Dragon Cloud Ranking, and he was much higher than Qin Yang."

"Among these seven groups, there are quite a few monstrous evildoers."

"Feng Wudao doesn't seem to have heard much about it. I don't know which sect's disciple it is. I'm afraid that the defeat will be quite miserable."

"Let's see if we can stick to the five moves."

Everyone's enthusiasm for Absolute Enchanting is very high. These people who are currently playing are extremely strong. If they are weaker, they will defeat their opponents face to face. If they are stronger, they will only have five moves at most.

So far, no one has been able to survive the five moves in front of the monstrous monster, and they can only show sympathy to this ignorant crowd.

The two landed on the Rising Dragon Platform, unexpectedly, Feng Wudao's bearing was quite extraordinary. In the face of such a strong enemy as Yang Teng, there was no trace of panic, and the look in his eyes was calm and terrifying.

After looking at it for a while, Yang Teng smiled casually: "I thought you would just admit defeat. It seems that Yang's reputation is still a bit worse than that of the Three Kings and Qiying."

The Three Kings and Qiying hardly ever appeared on the stage, and their opponents voluntarily abstained when they read their names.

This is a kind of respect for the strong, and invisibly, it is also a kind of supreme glory.

"That's natural. Compared with the Three Kings and Qiying, you don't even count as a hair."

Feng Wudao's expression remained unchanged, but the mockery in his tone was extremely harsh.

As soon as these words came out, Yang Teng's face changed completely. The people watching the battle laughed dumbly. The smell of gunpowder in this group of dragon feasts is so strong, it seems that any one person has a big temper.

Yang Teng said that he is inferior to the Three Kings and Qiying is self-effacing. If you say in public that others are not comparable, it is a naked slap in the face.

A monstrous evildoer, how could he be easily humiliated.

Even if this person admits defeat now, I am afraid that Yang Teng will not let him go. If he does not die, he will be seriously injured and lose the ability to continue fighting.

"You may be right, but in my eyes, you don't even count air."

Yang Teng snorted coldly, a flash of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and a scarlet long sword appeared in his hand. With a slight flick of his wrist, eighteen swords with condensed light and shadow immediately hung upside down behind him, the long sword was swung, and the eighteen swords behind him shot into the sky like fan leaves.

boom!

In an instant, Yang Teng's sword power skyrocketed, boundless and majestic. It seems that the entire sky is filled with its sword power, which brings terrifying oppression to people.

"Dayan Sword Art!"

"Tianjianzong's secret art, Nanhua Ancient Region thought that it is not easy to find a sword art, and it is even more difficult to find an inscrutable sword art." , Dayan Sword Art is really good. It is said to be the Heavenly Sword Sect, the unique skills preserved in the inheritance of the Sword Sect, and the grade of sword art is quite high. Cultivating to the deepest realm, you can condense nine hundred and nine hundred and nineteen sword shadows hanging in the sky, with a sword at your fingertips

When it is swung out, it is a sword shadow that fills the sky, like a light and heavy snow, boundless.

Buzz!

The sound of the sword in the sky trembled, Yang Teng swung out a sword, hundreds of sword intents overlapped, and the sky fell like flying leaves, sweeping over.

It is very difficult to dodge such a wide range of attacks.

Feng Wudao did not hide, he clenched his five fingers tightly and only punched, and a violent thunder light burst out in the fist.

Click!

The flying sword shadow was shocked by the thunder and could not be saved, and was shattered by the blasting thunder.

Countless broken sword shadows danced in the wind like broken leaves. Feng Wudao grew his hair out of the endless broken leaves and walked slowly, like a scorching sun in autumn, dazzling.

"Thunder Will?"

Yang Teng was taken aback, this turned out to be a ruthless man who understood the will of martial arts, and his will was very high.

Among the many shocked warriors in the audience, Lin Yun's eyes flashed a strange look, quite surprised. This Wu Dao is not simple. The manipulation of his Thunder Will is extremely profound, and the force of the blast is not superfluous.

Only the falling sword light was shattered, and the dragon platform was full of broken sword shadows, without any thunder light flickering.

kinda scary...

Lin Yun was slightly surprised, these methods had nothing to do with the level of will. Just like Lin Yun's Sword Intent, even if it is the same level of Sword Intent, he is sure to completely defeat his opponent.

Just because of his love for kendo and talent in kendo, he is far beyond ordinary people. Feng Wudao's talent for Thunder's will is also far beyond ordinary people, and can be called a wizard.

clang clang!

Just when everyone was amazed, the two on the stage between the electric light and flint fought dozens of tricks, and they were evenly matched, each fighting for the front.

The real essence is surging, the sword light is vertical and horizontal, the black clouds are surging, the lightning and thunder are thundering, and there are many visions on the Shenglong platform.

Right now, no matter how stupid people are, they can tell that this Wudao is not weak at all, and has the ability to compete with the top monsters.

"Sword fire burns the sky!"

Yang Teng on the Rising Dragon Stage was obviously in a hurry, and in the roar, he sacrificed his ultimate move. The lightsaber condensed by the Dayan Sword Art was burning in the sky, and the scarlet long sword in his hand shook violently, and the vast sword fire fell from the sky and poured down frantically.

"sharp."

Feng Wudao's pupils shrank sharply, and he saw the horror of this sword fire. Every ray of flame contains deadly lethal power. If you are not careful, the body will be pierced by the flame, and then it will be directly annihilated and burned to ashes.

"But if that's all, let's admit defeat as soon as possible."

Feng Wudao shouted loudly and said solemnly: "Breaking Thunder!"

The terrifying sound of thunder sounded frantically in Feng Wudao's body, the thunder power on his body skyrocketed, and the soles of his feet stomped on the ground.

Boom!

The Shenglongtai made a huge hum in the trembling, and the surrounding lake water was turbulent.

Click!

The sword fire with the potential to burn the sky, like a flame dragon being cut in half by someone, Yang Teng spat out blood and fell to the ground.

Feng Wudao, who was in mid-air, had that stern face, which was extremely rigid in the light of the fire.

All the people who were paying attention to the seven battles were speechless and completely shocked. No one would have thought that such a powerful rookie would emerge from the just-started points competition, directly defeating the old-fashioned monster.