Lin Yun calculated that he must win the next battle.
Once he falls into the loser group, although he is confident of fighting out, the process is probably quite cumbersome.
Once you win, it will be much easier. You can rest for three days and decide the top ten directly after three days.
He thought this way, and his opponent was naturally thinking this way too.
No one wants to fall into the loser group. One is that he can't stand his face, and the other is that the loser group is really too cruel.
At least you have to fight several more games. Not only will you be exposed to the trump card, you will also be easily injured.
The time for half an incense stick passed quickly.
The winner group continues to fight, and half of them are about to fall into the loser group.
This round of battle is more intense than the previous round.
Unless a person with absolutely confidence, there is no plan to retain his strength and he will do his best as soon as he comes on the court.
Ye Feifan and Zhang Yue appeared one after another. Their opponents were both very strong, both of which were the old generation of holy legends at the peak of the four-yuan level.
But neither of them had much effort, but they easily defeated their opponents, and were still the top three popular saints in the ground group.
Finally, the battle between Lin Yun and Wang Ziyue came.
Both of them can be regarded as dark horses, and their popularity is quite high, with cheers below.
Even many saints looked at each other.
However, almost no one is optimistic about Lin Yun, including many holy elders in the Tiandao Sect, and even Lin Yun’s master.
The Great Sage Long Yun shook his head and said, "This little guy is a little unlucky. Wang Ziyue's cultivation is not as good as that of Zhang Qiao, but many saints cannot master the will of life."
"That's right, I really can't see any advantage Ye Qingtian has. The key is that this prince Yue's swordsmanship is not low."
"But it doesn't matter. Ye Qingtian is still young after all. It's definitely enough to give him two more years. After all, he is a disciple of Long Yun's Great Sage."
A group of holy elders spoke.
Swish!
An unexpected figure appeared near the Golden War Platform, and it was the Holy Queen of the Sky.
She has the peak cultivation level of four-yuan Nirvana and just happened to have signed up for the Earth Group. Many people have long agreed that she is the champion of the Earth Group.
Although Zhang Yue, Ye Feifan and others have strong strength, in the eyes of everyone, they are only qualified to compete for the top three.
"The Holy Maiden in Heaven is coming. Is the Holy Maiden really interested in Ye Qingtian?"
"I'm going, this is so terrifying!"
"Wang Muyan actually took the initiative to watch the battle..."
I have to say that Wang Muyan’s charm is too great.
After she appeared, even the audience from the Huang group, Xuan group, and even many Tian group looked over.
Wang Muyan has a graceful figure, a charming face, and a white and transparent skin.
She was only nineteen years old, but she was born to harm the country and the people at such an age.
Many people can't see her appearance clearly, but the temperament alone makes people's heart beat faster, and her heart seems to be filled with her.
What does this witch want to do?
Lin Yun is now very alert to this woman. Feiyunshan has suffered a loss, but he has not forgotten.
"Ye Qingtian, how did you do it? My saint of the Wang family is so concerned about you."
Opposite Lin Yun, Wang Ziyue looked at Lin Yun with some envy. Wang Yuyan's status in the Wang family was much higher than that of the saint.
Not only the head of the family, but also many old people love him very much, and he has attracted much attention since he was a child.
Lin Yun smiled faintly and said, "There are so many people who like me. Do I have to ask every one of them? I am not so idle... In my opinion, your saint is just like that."
"Oh."
Prince Yue was angry and laughed, saying, "No, you are not worthy of her anyway."
Swish!
He didn't talk nonsense to Lin Yun, and his wrist trembled and his scabbard flew out.
When the sword body trembled, a fire immediately broke out and exploded continuously.
Rumble!
The fire continued to condense and explode, and on this battle platform, there were serpents of flames, each of which was extremely ferocious.
Lin Yun looked at this person in surprise. The method the other party showed was completely different from the previous battle.
Wang Ziyi smiled faintly and said, "In the eyes of real masters, you are still far from it."
Fire burns the sky!
After the words came, he stepped out and stabbed Lin Yun directly at the holy sword in his hand.
Buzz!
At the same time, with the blessing of the will of life, the flame poisonous pythons on the ground seemed to come alive.
They seem to have life, and their eyes release a lively light, spit out the snake's letter, and then rise into the air.
Hundreds of fire pythons came with this sword.
What Wang Ziyue used at this moment was the Youlan Academy's Burning Sky Sword Technique, which is the unique skill of Youlan Academy.
If you can complete all your practice and cooperate with the Burning Heaven Sword Technique, you can burst out with extremely terrifying power.
It is one of the four most destructive sword techniques under the Holy Realm of the East Wilderness.
"The Fentian Sword Technique is in conjunction with the will of life, this Prince Yue is really a genius!"
"He is only one-yuan Nirvana cultivation. If he becomes a semi-saint in the future, he will have a chance to be invincible!"
The Fentian Sword Technique is very famous. As soon as Wang Ziyue used it, it immediately caused a sensation.
So strong!
Lin Yun suddenly felt a lot of pressure. The Heavenly Dao Sect is indeed hidden and lying on the creeping tiger.
If many trump cards cannot be used, it is really troublesome to fight the opponent by relying solely on sword skills.
clang!
Lin Yun pulled out the Burial Flower Sword and took a step back. Wow, as soon as he landed, the opponent's momentum seemed to be superimposed and pressed over.
"Lost!"
"Faced with the Burning Heaven Sword Technique, as long as you take a step back, you will definitely lose."
"How powerful is the Bintian Sword Technique? How can it retreat?"
The disciples of the Holy Legend below all spoke and judged.
Lin Yun took a deep breath and took another step back. After three steps, there were already thousands of fire pythons on the battlefield.
Prince Yue snorted coldly, not giving Lin Yun a real chance to take action, he knew that the opponent's sword intent was still very terrifying.
He reached out and stabbed forward, and then he slapped his sword with a fierce stern.
Wow!
Thousands of fire pythons turned into fire dragons in front of everyone, and a dragon's power appeared for a moment.
If it were someone else, not to mention the cultivation level of the Death Xuan Realm, even if the cultivation level is higher than that of Prince Yue.
Under this sword force, there will be no doubt that it will be defeated.
But Lin Yun was not in a hurry, danced lightly with his sword, and a little fireflies appeared in the void.
Buzz!
Thousands of fire dragons were immediately invisibly hindered.
"Light of Fireflies!"
When Lin Yun stabbed out the sword, the bright sword light burst out, and the fire dragon in the sky was pushed out.
Even Prince Yue himself was pushed away hundreds of meters as if he was storm.
"The light of dawn!"
Lin Yun continued to move, and then he raised his backhand, and it seemed that the sky was directly pulled open by this sword.
A ray of dawn shone brightly into an arc in the distance, and thousands of fire dragons under the arc were cut off from their heads.
Prince Yue's face changed slightly, and he immediately took action and stopped the arc with a sword.
"The red of the sunset!"
But it was not over yet. Wang Ziyue hadn't thought of the way to crack it, and Lin Yun fell down from the air with another sword.
The sky was completely opened, and a bloody sunset was guided by Lin Yun's Holy Sword and smashed on Wang Ziyue's head.
Prince Yue took a breath and quickly withdrew his sword and retreated.
Bang!
The remaining fire pythons on the ground were blown into blood and blood, and pieces of meat splattered out.
Those living dragon meat fell outside the battle platform and immediately turned into flames and burned into ashes.
Rumble!
On the battlefield, Lin Yun, who had three swords in succession, was like a god descending.
The sword force that fell to the bottom of the valley soared up and overwhelmed the Burning Sky sword force in one fell swoop.
But it's not over yet!
"The moon of the lower string."
Lin Yun shouted lightly, the man danced lightly, and a waning moon rose into the sky.
Immediately, the burial flower bounced gently, and the waning moon bounced out like a water ball, and the moonlight fell like a splash of waves.
"Firefire God Sword!"
"My God, what sword is this!"
"This guy is crazy!"
Many inner disciples were a little confused and didn't know what happened. All the Holy Disciples below stood up suddenly.
His eyes were full of shock, and he mastered the entire four swords, firefly and fired sword.
How is this possible?
But it was not over yet. On the flat ground, the wind suddenly rose around Lin Yun, and incredibly white snowflakes flew out of his sword.
The fifth sword of the Firefly God Sword, the Snow of Tianshan Mountain!
Kick!
After this sword, Wang Ziyue's Burning Sky Sword suddenly collapsed and could no longer support it.
The flames were flooded by snowflakes, and Wang Ziyue was forced down, and the sword in his hand continued to wield.
But every time he waved a sword, he would take a step back, and his face seemed extremely difficult.
When discussing his achievements in swordsmanship, he was completely suppressed.
"The fifth sword is here!"
On the altar of Heavenly Dao, a group of holy elders opened their holy eyes one after another, and a gorgeous light burst out from each pair of holy eyes.
Everyone seemed extremely shocked deep down.
The Firefly God Sword is available in the world. People who are in the realm of Death Mystery can master the entire six swords.
Looking at the entire Kunlun, no matter whether the two realms are the masters of the tribe, no matter what kind of clan leader, even if we push forward for another five hundred years, we will never have more than ten people.
"I, Tiandao Sect, will produce another sword saint!"
The elder of the Holy Realm sighed and sighed slowly.
But is that the end?
Not!
Under the boundless wind and snow, Lin Yun wore a saint robe in blue, looked back and took another sword.
The long hair danced in the sky in the snow, and the clothes danced with the sword body. A silver sword light flew out like a meteor.
The sixth sword of the Firefly God Sword, Silver Blood!