Ouyang Hengshe trembled, and finally did not dare to move, even if he looked up at a glance.
This is a very humiliated scene. Everyone outside the Tibetan Jianhu Lake is stunned.
Above the sky, a few people around Feng Shaoyu also opened their mouths slightly, and some were speechless.
Especially Zhao Wou -ki's face was extremely ugly. The five fingers were held on the railing, and the fingers were pinched out.
The snow and ice temple valley mirror, Jiang Yunting, Wanjianlou, and the show of the show of the show behind the Tibetan sword villa, the look changed, his eyes looked at Lin Yun involuntarily.
"I lost."
Ouyang Heng's mouth was dry, and eventually he spit out these three words.
"Um."
Lin Yun just nodded, and the sword pressed on the other side of the opponent retracted the sheath, and said lightly: "Go down."
Ouyang Heng lost his soul. Not long ago, he was still a genius who won ten consecutive victories.
But just a cup of tea fell to the ground, the defeated wolf is extremely.
The noisy viewing table, now there is no sound.
They are uncomfortable, not only because Ouyang Heng is defeated.
It is still Lin Yun's attitude. He is like sending a wild dog, which is extremely extreme.
Obviously there is no excessive words, but it feels very uncomfortable to give people, and it is simply to the extreme.
"Life in the sky, I will come to you!"
In this silence, a figure flew out, and it was Wan Jianlou's chapter.
He was very strong, and when he fell on the Tibetan sword lake, the sword was shocked on the lake and a dozens of tangles.
This is quite good!
The water of the Tibetan Sword Lake is the golden fire spirit gold, which is equivalent to liquid metal. In short, it is the flowing sacred soldier.
It is not difficult to say that ordinary people are shocked. Even if a few ripples are shocked, he is quite provocative.
"Don't think of me as the waste of the Black Feather Palace. My Wanjian Lou is the Holy Land of Southern Xinjiang Kendo, Everlasting, the world!"
Zhang Ye is extremely strong, and he is unruly. His long hair is dancing and dancing, the sword eyebrows are beautiful, and the handsome is handsome.
Some words, deafening, the audience who listened to the audience was full of blood, and his expression was excited again.
The swordsman of Wan Jianlou is good at royal swords and sword control. He can also manipulate multiple holy swords at the same time, which can be sorted and gathered, and the momentum is unpredictable.
Alas!
Zhang Ye's palms together, and there was an eighteen -handed mall of sacred sword immediately behind him. Each holy sword contains a powerful sword potential.
"Night, optimistic!" Zhang Ye grinned, the fingerprints changed rapidly, and the eighteen real holy sword turned.
Speak, in the blink of an eye, there are hundreds of thousands of sword shadows appear. Between the reality, a vast and vast sword array is formed.
The sword on Zhang Ye became stronger and stronger, as if from a point, it suddenly expanded into a lake, and it looked quite amazing.
boom!
When he was stamped again, a buzzing, the shocking sword yin came out, and the countless sword potential gathered on him.
Zhang Ye's originally half -step Xinghe's sword intention actually broke the cricket at this moment, and the outbreak of the sword that was comparable to the sword of the Star River.
"Dare to pick me up at night!" Zhang Ye laughed and patted it out.
Just hearing the sword chanting, a dazzling sword light, hanging on his head, whistling with his palm.
Kaka!
It's terrible, this sword has no power of the Xinghe at all.
"Xinghe Sword!"
"This is the secret of Wanjianlou, Wan Jian becomes empty!"
"The Xinghe sword is all coming out, and dare to mad at night?"
"Kill him!"
Everyone under the stage was completely crazy, and the eyes were full of excitement, and the silent viewing desk became noisy.
Lin Yun saw the reality at a glance. This kind of patchwork of Xinghe sword, looking at it really bluffs people.
After all, it is false after all. Lin Yun didn't even need to use the sword heart intentionally, and he saw the flaws.
Lin Yun raised his hand and printed the past, bang, and squeezed the huge sword array in just one palm.
The swords of the Holy Sword constantly burst like glass, and only the eighteen real sacred swords kept shaking. Zhang Ye encouraged support, but it still couldn't control it.
"How can this be? My sword is scared? How is this ...?"
Zhang Ye can't understand.
The sword array is broken, and the so -called starry river is fleeting like fireworks. He looks up incredible.
Lin Yun's mouth was shocking with silk, and he shook his head slightly. The silent mockery seemed to be through the arrow's heart, making him feel uncomfortable.
"Hua Zhi Po."
Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and his long sleeves spread like clouds, and the sword on his body was like a peony blooming in an instant.
The master of Baihua, the king is close to the world, and the flowers bloom for a moment, Wan Jian surrender.
Puff!
Zhang Ye spit out his blood and was flying out by the fan. The eighteen sacred swords lost control, and all of them were fell into the Tibetan sword lake.
"this……"
Zhang Ye's madness seemed to be echoing in his ears, and then he lost directly.
The contrast is too fast, and everyone can't accept it for a while. I don't know what kind of expression corresponds to.
"Night to the sky, don't bully people too!"
In silence, someone broke the silence.
It is the same winning victory, and the southern palace of the Snow and Snow Temple, which is remembered by everyone.
He was very angry and rose directly, and people were running away directly in the air.
"roll!"
Lin Yun drank coldly, and the Shenxiao sword tactics that were close to the peak were urged. Thousands of black ghost flowers bloomed on the lake on top of the lake.
Then the finger waved, the magnificent and vast ghost sword potential turned out to a sword bundle.
Puff!
Nangongyu was still in the air, and a hole appeared on his chest.
This scene completely shocked everyone, and they couldn't speak one by one.
Lin Yun defeated the three in a row, and they were all tricks to control the enemy. The Shaozhuang main Feng Shaoyu on the Tianyu was a little anxious: "Isn't the East Wildenne Kendo declined?"
Gu Zijing, who had never spoken, laughed: "The owner of Shaozhuang did not know. This night was a rare tunnel wizard for the five hundred years of heaven.
"
Feng Shaoyu was suddenly stunned, will this guy also the Sword of the Xinghe?
Feng Sheng Ling said: "This guy may not be the second in the sword, but under the half -saint, I am afraid that there are really a few people who can get him, and there will be more food for the star."
Feng Shaoyu frowned slightly. He was already a half -sage and couldn't shoot. He said, "What do you do, if he really won the first place, the face of the Sword League was completely lost."
Gu Zixing laughed: "The owner of the Shao Zhuang doesn't have to worry. Sheng Ling is the Tibetan sword village, the Monkey Taoist wizard.
Feng Shengling smiled: "I have mastered the Xinghe Sword Sword Half a year ago, and I can officially enter the realm of Xiaocheng in just a trace.
His eyes were burning and seemed very excited. The other party was very suitable for stepping stones.
Once you defeat this person, you can not only make your Kendo breakthrough, but also name it for the sword alliance.
Do not get two birds with one stone, don't be too good.
"Who else, I would like to fight against the next battle." Just at this time, Lin Yun stood with his hands and glanced at each sword alliance.
Everyone did not dare to look at it, defeated the three major evils, and did not waste the power of ash, who dares to go up?
"I'll come."
Feng Shengling stood out, and he jumped down from the heavens, and fell on the statue of Kunpeng, who locked the soul array of the eight murders on the lake.
He was filled with light blue sword light, and he had a sacred meaning, which seemed to blend with Kunpeng's momentum.
That majestic sword potential, like two Kunpeng wings behind him, let it look fierce.
"Is this the legend of the Tibetan Sword Villa?"
"It should be. It is said that the sword tactics can be reached to the peak, and the sword of Kunpeng sword can be derived.
"Feng Shengling is a citizen who has never been out of the Tibetan Sword Villa. With him, he should end the night."
Nympho
After the first three people defeated, the Sword League was a lot of low -key, and he dared not say that he was dead.
But they were hot and stared at Feng Shengling, and their eyes were full of expectations.
Must win!
We must never let this boy arrogant!
Feng Shengling stood on the statue of Kunpeng and looked very casual. He laughed: "You are the Taoist Taoist Wizards of the Tiandao Sect. I am the Taoist Wizard of the Tibetan Sword Mountain Villa.
It will definitely be quite interesting. "
Lin Yunpin's meaning in his words, saying: "Do you want to say that the Wizards are also different?"
"Yes."
Feng Shengling jumped off from the statue of Kunpeng and came to Lin Yun ten steps, he proudly said: "I am not humble.
Lin Yun laughed: "How high is it?"
Feng Shengling was so arrogant and whispered: "How high the suspended giant sword on the stove behind me is, how high it is!"
Lin Yun glanced, and said, "It's almost higher than the sky."
"Hahaha, yes, my sword is higher than the sky!"
Feng Shengling laughed, the Xinghe sword was blooming, and the brows were shining, and the horrible sword meaning instantly torn the thirty -six layers of sky.
When Xinghui fell, Feng Shengling was hanging in the air, and his body was all dazzling sword light. He seemed to be dazzling.
This is the genuine Xinghe sword meaning. 36 days away, the Xinghe dream comes.
He is crazy, but he can really have a mad qualification.
The inside and outside the dojo are all boiling, the blood is burning again, and the people in the sword alliance can't help cheering.
The Xinghe sword was turbulent, and it fell on Lin Yun, but it made him not moved, and it was not affected at all.
"Sure enough, you did meet the Sword of the Xinghe." Feng Shengling laughed.
Lin Yun did not release Xinghe sword meaning, but he could resist this sword prestige, which was enough to explain that he and himself were on one level.
"Wizards are to the Wizards, Xinghe to the Xinghe, so I don't bully you anymore." Feng Shengling said: "Do you have a stars?
Lin Yundao: "No need, you shot."
"Crazy, I like it!"
The corner of Feng Shengling's mouth raised a smile. He felt a lot of pressure on the opponent. The battle of intuition would be quite difficult. At least, he had to divide the victory and defeat.
Moreover, his chances of victory were not more than 70 %, but his blood was boiling.
This is the opponent he wants. This is the stepping stone that can make him break through.
There are only ten steps apart from the two, and no one is in a hurry.
The first shot will take advantage of the opportunity, but it will also show the flaws first. Among them, the choice depends on people.
At this moment, they stare at each other.
It seems that the waves are not shocked, but the gas machine is constantly confronting, but it is just an aggressive, a calmness.
This guy is patient!
Feng Shengling muttered in his heart, and then he took the lead in the first.
When the crowd had not responded, his sword had come to his neck, and it seemed that the blood splashed his head to the ground in the next second.
Puff!
Blood splashing, a hole appeared on Feng Shengling's chest, his body flew hundreds of steps, kneeling on the water on one knee.
For this moment, the victory and defeat have been divided.
Lin Yun said faintly: "Forgot to tell you, I am a rare cosmetic wizard for 500 years before and after."
[It seems that Ouyang Heng's gate is wrong. My father was hospitalized the day before yesterday. I transferred from the city to Tongji, Wuhan overnight. That chapter was written on the high -speed rail. I didn't sleep much these two days. I couldn't sleep.
The brain is a little dizzy. Only at 10 o'clock tonight, I finished the surgery, and I tried to ensure that it continues to change.】