Soon you won't be looking forward to it.

Lin Yun's flat and indifferent words instantly detonated the venue for the feast of dragons. This sentence was too arrogant.

The voice-over was quite obvious, Ye Qingfeng would definitely lose in this battle, and the defeat would be extremely miserable, so he didn't dare to have any more thoughts of fighting against Lin Yun.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from Ye Qingfeng's body, and violently erupted on him.

Boom!

Under the turbulent aura, the wind was blowing, and the lake water around the Shenglongtai was turbulent, the waves surging, and the roar was endless.

"Half-step Celestial Soul!"

Everyone was shocked. This Ye Qingfeng's cultivation level has actually been promoted to half a step, and Lin Yun's two small realms were opened in an instant.

"This Ziyue Cave is really hidden. Ye Qingfeng is actually a half-step Celestial Soul. Lin Yun is a little hung up in this battle."

"The gap in cultivation is too big. Even if Lin Yun's sword intent is against the sky, it will be a bit difficult to handle."

"There is a difference in age between the two. Lin Yun is only eighteen years old now, and Ye Qingfeng is twenty-four years old. From Ziyuedongtian, the background and talent can't be too bad..."

Under the same talent and background, Banbu Tianpo has an overwhelming advantage in the face of the perfect yin and yang realm. Facing the existence of the peak of Yin-Yang Realm, it can be easily crushed without any suspense, without any difficulty.

Most of the evildoers can fight across borders, but the premise is that the skills and talents are not much different.

But if the other party's cultivation technique and background are not weaker than yours, wanting to fight across borders is almost non-existent, and a monster of the same level, a strong cultivation base has obvious advantages.

The players in the fourth and seventh groups were thoughtful, no wonder Ye Qingfeng said before that he didn't want to lose before the qualifying battle.

With these cultivation bases in line with his three unique claws, plus the background of Ziyuedongtian, as long as he doesn't run into the three kings and Qiying, it is really difficult for him to lose.

"It's not easy."

Tianjianzong Li Mubai shook his head and said to himself in his heart.

As a swordsman, he has extraordinary eyesight, and if Lin Yun only has the strength he shows, the odds of winning against Ye Qingfeng, who is half a step into the sky, are really not high.

It's a pity that this dark horse's winning streak is about to end, and he quite likes this junior.

"Hmph, I really think that Ziyue Dongtian is easy to bully!"

The disciples and elders of Ziyue Dongtian were all indifferent, with a faint chill in their eyes. For Lin Yun, they all hated him.

No matter what, this battle will bring back the lost face.

"Don't admit defeat? This little guy is really stubborn, and the people in Ziyuedongtian are not good people."

Tian Yaoge Yan Longzi said mockingly, looking at Yue Weiwei intentionally or unintentionally.

"He never talks big, he can do it if he can, and he won't talk if he can't."

Yue Weiwei smiled slowly, her fairy-like face showing a rare soft color. However, this gaze still did not fall on Yan Longzi, not even a ray of peripheral vision.

She showed her smooth and white arms, propped her chin, and looked at Lin Yun in the field with a smile.

This little bastard!

Yan Longzi saw that this scene was unbearable, the huge gap, as one of the three little kings, he was also a little out of control, and cursed in his heart.

I really can't understand how a waste who is difficult to even enter the top ten can compare with himself.

Yue Weiwei didn't even want to look at him!

Even many people in the Three Kings and Seven Yingzhong all set their eyes in the same direction. It is conceivable that Lin Yun's popularity is indeed very high.

Whether he likes it or not, Lin Yun is already dazzling enough among the many rising stars that it is hard to ignore.

"Lin Yun, you know now, why do I look forward to it so much?"

Ye Qingfeng sneered: "You will definitely lose this battle. It is too late to admit defeat. Otherwise, if you start, it will be more than just losing face."

"It doesn't matter how much you cultivate, how much you can perform is the most important."

Lin Yun's expression was calm, and he didn't care too much.

The other party has obviously just been promoted to half-step Celestial Soul, and it is not bad to be able to use 80% of the 100% cultivation.

The real masters are quite different, 100% of the cultivation base can exert 120% of the power, or even higher.

What's more, there are many cards in his hand, even if his Ye Qingfeng is a half-step Tiansoul peak, Lin Yun will not be half afraid.

"It's really nothing to have a high cultivation base, it's enough to be able to step on your feet!"

Ye Qingfeng gave a grim smile. In his opinion, Lin Yun was obviously guilty, so he would say these words of comfort to him.

boom!

With his left and right hands, his thumb, forefinger, and middle finger turned into claws, and he attacked Lin Yun like lightning. The majestic real essence was injected into the claws, and the fierce momentum of the half-step Tiansoul rushed toward the face. He was like a tall monster, with a fierce fierceness.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Qingfeng traversed the void and appeared in front of Lin Yun like a teleportation. The purple light of his raised right claw burst out, like a hill slapped over.

"Bajian, run the thunder and cut the electricity!"

Lin Yun pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, pulled the sword out of its sheath, and eighteen lightning-like majestic sword lights overlapped.

Although it is only the first style of the Ba Jian, Lin Yun has already cultivated this sword move to a state of perfection. Under the urging of the Ziyuan Sword Art, it was enough to instantly swing eighteen swords, and the moment when the sword lights overlapped, the explosive power seemed to be able to split the sky.

Bang!

The purple light exploded and shattered into sparks of light, as if the whole sky was dotted with flakes of fluff, and Ye Qingfeng was blown away.

"Purple Moon is in the sky!"

Ye Qingfeng's pupils shrank sharply, and he was secretly surprised, and his arms slammed out in the air. A deep purple moon rose slowly, and his already amazing coercion surged again.

The light of the purple moon fell, and the majestic and vast aura shocked the lake with layers of water curtains. That mirror-like water curtain is extremely beautiful under the moonlight.

When he fell, Sanjue Claw attacked again, slaughtering it with a more fierce and ferocious momentum.

"Seven profound steps, the Golden Crow spreads its wings!"

Lin Yun's figure flickered, and countless afterimages were left on the Rising Dragon Stage. The afterimages were shattered with a bang, and the people watching were thrilled.

Several times, they thought that Lin Yun's real body was torn to pieces by Ye Qingfeng, which was extremely dangerous.

A cold light flashed in Ye Qingfeng's eyes, he pushed his movement to the limit, and his claws kept shooting out. That speed is extremely fast, if it were an ordinary person, he would have been caught up with a claw and torn his heart in an instant.

"kill!"

Another sharp claws hit the air, and the two afterimages were directly shattered, and the afterimages shattered for a split second. Ye Qingfeng accelerated suddenly, waved his backhand, and his arm swept towards Lin Yun's real body like a huge animal claw.

Lin Yun tilted his head slightly, and between the electric light and flint, the huge animal claws passed in front of him.

Clang!

Without getting up, Lin Yun buried the flower in his hand and stabbed it towards his armpit at a faster speed.

Ye Qingfeng's complexion changed slightly, and he quickly pulled away and retreated.

"Should it be me?"

Waiting for the other party to land, Lin Yun raised his brows and said softly.

Ye Qingfeng's heart was suddenly startled, and the moment he saw Lin Yun's eyes, he felt extremely dangerous.

"Amazing Great Breaking the Sun!"

Without giving him much time to think about it, Lin Yun stabbed with a sword, and a light curtain of boundless swords condensed on both sides of his body. The light curtain was like a ferocious wing of the sky, and Lin Yun rose into the air, holding the funeral flower and spinning in the air.

Lin Yun in the air was spinning like a goshawk, and the light curtains condensed by the swords on both sides seemed to distort the space between the rotations.

By the time Ye Qingfeng reacted, it was too late to avoid him, so he could only avoid the key points as much as possible.

Pfft!

The body-protecting essence on his body was smashed by a sword, and there was a blood hole next to his heart, and the blood was like a spring.

Damn it!

Ye Qingfeng was furious, the pain made his face extremely ferocious, and when he landed, he roared: "It's not that easy to defeat me!"

boom!

The voice fell, and the purple moon instantly fell in midair, merging with Ye Qingfeng. A dazzling purple light suddenly appeared on his body, purple mist permeated from every pore, and the momentum was so strong that it was appalling.

"Three Absolute Heartbreaking Fist!"

He changed his claws into fists, and ran wildly on the dragon platform. As he ran, it was like a mountain was bombarding the battle platform. Every time he took a step, the bursting purple light on his body became stronger, and gradually the purple light burned like a flame.

Ye Qingfeng seemed to turn into a bright moon, pouring all the roar and true essence into his fists, and slammed towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged, he held the sword in both hands, and pointed to the sky above his head.

"The stars explode!"

The thunderbolt derived from the sword intent was mixed into a ball of thunder, and in the blink of an eye, it was suspended in the air like a star.

The starlight was dazzling, the thunder group kept expanding, and by the time Ye Qingfeng arrived, it had reached a size of dozens of feet.

Such a shocking scene made everyone's eyes widen with disbelief in their eyes. What kind of terrifying sword move can burst out such terrifying power, Lin Yun under the lightning, that fair and handsome face, has an indescribable charm.

No, no, no!

Ye Qingfeng's eyes showed horror, and he wanted to step back and dodge, but his ultimate move was completely uncontrollable.

Bang!

As Lin Yun's sword light slashed down, the stars condensed by Lei Mang struck him fiercely.

The thunder light exploded, and Ye Qingfeng flew out in ragged clothes and disheveled hair amid a loud noise.

"Three swords... how could this be."

At the edge of the Rising Dragon Platform, Ye Qingfeng looked at Lin Yun in horror. With just three swords, the opponent had completely defeated him and was extremely embarrassed.

Three swords?

Lin Yun shook his head secretly in his heart. In fact, he didn't need the three swords, he just didn't want to expose too much.

He reserved every sword he stabbed, but he just managed to suppress the opponent, neither stronger nor weaker by an inch.

He is stronger than Feng Wudao, but that's all.

In the seat of Ziyue Dongtian, except for Yu Haotian, everyone from the disciples to the elders turned dark. This scene was not what they wanted to see at all. Ye Qingfeng, who was half a step into the sky, didn't even endure three swords in Lin Yun's hands.

At this point, Lin Yun's strength exceeded his expectations.

To the heart of the sword, flying all the way. The undefeated legend continues!