Gradually, he spun faster and faster in the air, and the powerful aura even swept up gusts of wind, making him look like a small tornado.
Three seconds later, Zhao Xiaochui threw the sledgehammer in his hand towards Lin Yun.
"Not good!" Seeing this scene, Xia Houyang and the others changed their colors instantly, because Lin Yun had not moved since the start of the game.
But now, Zhao Xiaochui's martial spirit struck the sledgehammer and fell from the sky. Its speed exceeded the speed of sound. They didn't think Lin Yun could avoid it at all.
At this time, many people present covered their eyes. They seemed to have seen that Lin Yun would turn into a puddle of flesh under the impact of this impact hammer.
In the blink of an eye, the impact hammer had soared into the sky and struck Lin Yun impartially.
boom--!
Accompanied by an earth-shattering violent sound, the entire arena shook instantly.
In an instant, a pit thirty meters in diameter and five meters deep was directly blasted out of the arena where Lin Yun was standing.
Endless gravel, powder, and smoke soared into the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and shrouded the entire arena within the defensive barrier.
Everyone on the edge of the ring was stunned and dumbfounded.
"Why is the strike from the seventh-level Martial Queen... so terrifyingly powerful?"
"Zhao Xiaochui's holy-level martial spirit is called 'Impact Sledgehammer'. His sledgehammer comes with an extremely strong shock wave. Moreover, he just threw the sledgehammer in mid-air, and its speed and power will increase exponentially!"
"With this strike, even a seventh-level Martial Queen of the same level would probably be severely damaged if hit. Jiang Yun only has a fourth-level Late Martial King. I'm afraid there is no chance of survival now!"
Some people looked regretful, while others were laughing heartily.
However, they all believed that Lin Yun had been defeated. The power of this blow, no matter how amazing Lin Yun performed, would definitely not be unharmed.
Zhao Xiaochui on the ring also landed on the edge of the deep pit, looking at the smoke in front of him with a proud look on his face, and couldn't help but sneered: "Even the chief core disciple of Ti Zong would not dare to receive my blow like this.
You can't blame me for seeking death!"
However, the next moment, when the smoke in the sky dissipated, everyone present showed expressions of disbelief.
Zhao Xiaochui on the ring widened his eyes and his whole body was trembling, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
Because at this moment, in the center of the deep pit of the arena, a figure was standing.
Compared with the two-meter-long sledgehammer in his hand, this figure does seem a bit weak.
And this figure is none other than Lin Yun.
"impossible!"
"How can he be safe and sound!"
"Why is there no injury at all? He is a monster!"
For a moment, everyone exclaimed.
Because Lin Yun was safe and sound in the deep pit, with no injuries at all, and even his clothes were intact.
And his right hand accurately grasped Zhao Xiaochui's martial spirit - the impact hammer.
"How is that possible! What kind of magic did you use!" Zhao Xiaochui blushed and roared. He couldn't believe that a late-level fourth-level Martial King could take his blow so easily.
Without saying a word, Lin Yun disappeared like a ghost, and then reappeared in front of Zhao Xiaochui.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaochui couldn't react at all. Lin Yun's speed was too fast.
Lin Yun didn't hesitate at all, and immediately swung the impact hammer in his hand.
In an instant, with a sound of breaking through the air, the impact hammer was swung by Lin Yun, like a sharp sword, drawing an afterimage in the void, and then hit Zhao Xiaochui's chest heavily.
boom--!
Immediately, Zhao Xiaochui's body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood. His sternum was almost broken, and he hit the barrier, and then hit the ground.
The examiner glanced at Zhao Xiaochui and announced: "Jiang Yun wins!"
The whole place was silent, and everyone's eyes were full of shock. Everyone stared at Lin Yun's back as he walked down the ring, and for a moment they couldn't even say a word.
Originally, they thought that facing a late-level seventh-level Martial Emperor from the Weapon Refining Sect, no matter how impressive Lin Yun was, it would take at least three hundred rounds of hard work to determine the winner.
However, they never expected that they would win so easily.
Faced with a blow that could severely damage the seventh-level Martial Queen Qi, Lin Yun actually took it!
He ignored it and used Zhao Xiaochui's weapon to defeat Zhao Xiaochui.
This incredible scene shocked everyone.
Even though everyone was extremely shocked, Lin Yun's heart was still calm.
Not to mention that his current "Immortal Divine Body" has been cultivated to the level of immortality. Even with his own defense power, he is enough to survive the attack of the Martial Saint without any damage.
Although Lin Yun's current realm is only at the level of the fourth-level Martial Queen, his attack and speed can already catch up with the ninth-level Martial King.
But his greatest advantage in defense is that he can reach above the level of Martial Saint. As for what level of Martial Saint he is, even Lin Yun is not sure yet.
All in all, among all the geniuses in the Sanctuary Alliance, there are almost none who can hurt Lin Yun.
Zhao Xiaochui was indeed a bit too stupid to use such brute force against Lin Yun.
When the examiner announced the candidates for the next competition, the people present who were deeply shocked could not help but hold their breath and sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Semi-finals, first group, ninth game, Ouyang Haochen vs. Qin Zhengqian!"
Following the examiner's announcement, within everyone's sight, a man as skinny as a tree trunk slowly walked onto the ring.
His skin was extremely pale, like white paper, his face was extremely ferocious, his brows were frowning, and his eyes were filled with a chilling murderous intent.
This man gave people the impression that he was not a person at all, but a skeleton wearing human skin.
After this man stepped onto the ring, he kept his head lowered and did not say a word.
However, at this moment, the audience under the arena felt a creepy feeling, and even some outer disciples began to tremble.
"Who is this person! Why does he look so terrifying... He doesn't look like a person at all!" A disciple of the Alliance's martial arts who had never participated in the General Alliance Conference for the first time couldn't help asking with a trembling voice.
"A direct disciple of the Immortal Sect...Ouyang Haochen..." explained a disciple of the Spiritual Beast Sect.