Lin Yun not only made sense of the heavenly sword, but even his understanding of Shenxiao's swords told several people one by one.
Of course, he is quite clear. Without a certain state, don't think about why it means above the clouds.
In one night, several people were reborn. If they were so hard, they could not defeat the Hanging Temple, and then the results would make people uncomfortable.
"They started drawing."
Liu Qingyan swept away, and the people of Cangxuan Mansion had reached the side of the Hanging King's Temple to signal that the other party was preparing to draw a lottery.
The lottery only requires one side to draw. The person in the last round of the cloud swordsman was drawn. This round is the person from the Hanging Temple. The difference is not large.
"Do not be nervous."
Lin Yun's expression was relaxed and said lightly.
To say so, the crowd of the floating cloud Jianzong still couldn't help but cast his eyes.
It is strong enough for my own strength. No matter what the signing of it, there is no need to worry too much, just crush and sweep.
Luck is just a moment, and his strength is permanent. Lin Yun is very light to this.
"Lin Yun!"
Thinking like this, Lin Yun suddenly heard that all parties were talking about their names.
He glanced at his eyes and looked in the direction of the Hanging King Temple, and there was a different color in his eyes.
Someone turned over the sign. When the moment was opened, there was a shining in the void into the word Lin Yun.
"Hahaha, Brother Qin, Brother Chu, I got Lin Yun!"
"It's amazing, your kid, your hand can be really red!"
"Sign on, sign it!"
"Hahaha, let's look at their floating clouds and swords sects, what can be used to make it. The strength of the floating cloud Jianzong is abolished for more than half!"
"If Brother Chu was drawing Ye Ziling, it would be necessary to crush the floating clouds."
The line of the hanging king's palace smiled and was extremely excited, and even Chu Tianhao's face showed a smile. This is indeed a signing, and the brother Feng Kui, who was pumping, was at the bottom of the five people in the Hanging Temple.
It is equivalent to the upper horses and the upper horse, and the upper signing of the upper sign.
After the silence of Cangxuan Plaza was uproar, it was revealed in his eyes. In this way, Lin Yun didn't have a chance to show his strength.
Feng Kui will definitely admit defeat. What they most look forward to is Chu Tianhao's wonderfulness to Shang Lin Yun, so that it will be wonderful.
This signing is indeed too big for Fuyun Jianzong.
"Senior brother, come and draw. If you win Ye Ziling, we will basically beat each other four to one!" Qin Yang smiled.
, said to Chu Tianhao.
Several other people also looked over, with a hint of expectation in their expressions. Apart from Lin Yun and the Fuyun Sword Sect, Ye Ziling was the only one left.
The other party has been famous for a long time and is considered a master among the young people in Cangxuan Palace. But other than that, the remaining three are almost all rotten fish.
Especially senior brother Jiang Lichen is almost like a joke.
Chu Tianhao looked relaxed and didn't choose much, he casually opened a sign.
Wow!
When the wooden sign was turned over, light immediately burst out and condensed into the three characters Ye Ziling in the void.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"God bless the Xuanwang Palace, Senior Brother really got Ye Ziling, this is really powerful."
"It's amazing."
The people in Xuanwang Palace were very excited and grinning non-stop. A group of elders were also stroking their beards and smiling.
I have to say, this lottery is really smooth.
Chu Tianhao was a little surprised, but then he was relieved. It would be more interesting to fight against Ye Ziling. If he can improve his strength in this battle, then he will undoubtedly have a much better chance of winning against Xia Houjue in the Blood Moon Cave.
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Lin Yun was quite surprised when he saw this lottery. Although strength is the foundation of everything, sometimes a little luck is needed.
Soon, the other signatures were also turned over.
Feng Zhang faced off against the second senior brother of the Xuanwang Palace, Jiang Lichen faced off against Han Yu from the Xuanwang Palace, and Liu Qingyan faced off against Zhang Tianqiong. None of them were good picks, especially Feng Zhang... Then Qin Yang
The strength he showed was not much inferior to Ye Ziling.
If we just analyze it from the lottery position, Fuyun Sword Sect has already lost, and the defeat will be extremely miserable.
Except for Lin Yun, everyone else's lottery numbers are different.
Lin Yun looked up and his eyes fell on the location of the Xuanwang Palace. Qin Yang also looked over and smiled provocatively at Lin Yun with a mocking look on his face.
"The first battle of the second round, Fuyun Sword Sect versus Xuanwang Palace!"
As the Master of Cangxuan Palace finished speaking, several figures flew past at the same time, and soon they landed on the battlefield.
"I heard that you are the senior brother of the Fuyun Sword Sect?" Han Yu from the Xuanwang Palace landed on the fighting platform, smiled at Jiang Lichen, and said teasingly.
Jiang Lichen's face was expressionless and he ignored the other party's provocation.
"Aren't you going to talk? Do you really think that you are some kind of senior brother? Compared with our senior brother Chu Tianhao, you are nothing. Within ten moves, I will make you lose obediently!" Han Yu
With a sneer on his face, he turned his palm, took out a spear, and stuck it heavily on the ground.
boom!
When the spear finally hit the ground, the entire battle platform began to shake, and a terrifying kingly pressure radiated out.
Han Yu held the gun tightly with his right hand, and looked at Jiang Lichen coldly with a cold look in his eyes. He was quite mocking Jiang Lichen in his words, but when they were about to fight, he did not appear cautious and careful.
Nothing careless.
When Jiang Lichen reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, he took action in an instant. His body was like a giant, and his movements were like thunder, and he flew out wildly.
kill!
Along with the flash of his body, an extremely violent king's power rushed into the sky. A cold light bloomed from the tip of the spear, shattering the void and making people jump with fear.
His moves are already very exquisite, but what really scares people is the king's pressure on him. Even though he is far away, people can feel great pressure. The Xuan Wang Jue is indeed well-deserved.
It seems that there is not much pressure?
A strange color flashed in Jiang Lichen's eyes. This king's pressure fell on him, almost invisible.
Same as fake.
Not only does he not feel any discomfort, but if his own sword intention is activated, he can even suppress the opponent in turn.
What's going on?
Jiang Lichen was shocked and confused. He even wondered if it was a flaw deliberately created by his opponent. After all, the strength shown by the people in Xuanwang Palace yesterday left a deep impression on him.
"How dare you be distracted?"
Han Yu raised a smile on his lips and thought to himself, one move will kill you!
Clang!
But when the tip of the spear was about to hit Jiang Lichen, the opponent successfully pulled out the sword in his hand, accompanied by flying sparks. Jiang Lichen blocked the spear, stepped lightly, took a few steps back, and easily dodged it.
Boom!
But after all, he was distracted. From the looks of the scene, Han Yu still firmly took the initiative.
But Jiang Lichen became more and more confident as he fought, and he was not impatient at all. He was finally sure at this moment. It was not that the opponent deliberately left flaws, but compared with Lin Yun's power of the Blue Dragon Sword, this so-called king's pressure was full of holes.
, totally not worth mentioning.
Lin Yun withdrew his gaze. Among the people, he was most worried about Jiang Lichen, whose mentality was very unstable.
Yesterday's defeat was a big blow to him as a senior brother. If his mood fluctuates, even if he had special training last night, he may not be able to win. If his mentality is flawed, any means will be useless.
At the moment, he seems a little worried, and the situation is still at a disadvantage, but his swordsmanship is flawless.
Even before his full strength was revealed, he was able to withstand Han Yu's kingly pressure.
Several other people also started fighting each other, leaving Ye Ziling and Chu Tianhao still confronting each other. Lin Yun glanced at them and didn't look much further.
Ye Ziling and Chu Tianhao are each the leaders of the sect, and the outcome is a 50-50 decision. Last night's special training did not make much progress for Ye Ziling, after all, she has mastered the Great Sword Intent.
If you want to go further and reach the peak and perfect state, it cannot be achieved overnight.
After all, she could only rely on herself in this battle. If even Chu Tianhao couldn't defeat him, then Ye Ziling's so-called obsession would be too superficial.
"Don't worry, except for you, no one else from the Fuyun Sword Sect can win!"
Feng Kui, who was on the battlefield, saw that Lin Yun's eyes were wandering and he didn't take him seriously at all. He was not angry at all and had a big smile on his face.
"You must be feeling very uncomfortable, right?"
Feng Kui looked at Lin Yun and continued to smile: "Obviously his strength is incredible and he can be considered a supernatural monster, but he has no use for it."
Lin Yun looked back, smiled and said: "Xuanwang Palace is destined to win? This is really not certain..."
Feng Kui raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled arrogantly: "Isn't it? Apart from you, the only master in Xuanwang Palace is Ye Ziling. Unfortunately...she was unlucky and met Senior Brother Chu Tianhao.
.As for the others, haha, aren’t they just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps? It’s just a joke that the senior brother was defeated by the unknown people from Tianxing Pavilion.”
The sharpness in Lin Yun's eyes suddenly burst out, and he said coldly: "I advise you to take a good look!"
What's the meaning?
Lin Yun's words made Feng Kui look puzzled. When he looked around, his expression suddenly changed.
Han Yu and others, who had the advantage just now, were all at a disadvantage without exception.
They released the king to the extreme, and the heavens and the earth became color, but under the shining of a handle of the sword, the so -called king's power was always compressed to the square inch.
How is this possible?
Feng Kui was stunned, and the shocking chin was almost falling.