Lin Yun calculated that he must win the next battle.
Once he falls into the loser's bracket, although he is confident of fighting his way out, the process may be quite cumbersome.
Once you win, it will be much easier. You can rest for three days, and the top ten will be determined directly after three days.
If he thinks this way, his opponent naturally thinks the same way.
No one wants to be in the loser's bracket, firstly because of the loss of face, and secondly because the loser's bracket is really too cruel.
You have to fight at least a few more times, and it's easy to get hurt if someone sees through your cards.
The time for half a stick of incense passed quickly.
The people in the winning group continue to compete, and half of them will fall into the losing group.
This round of fighting is more intense than the previous round.
Unless someone is absolutely confident, they don't have much intention of retaining their strength and will give their best once they take the field.
Ye Feifan and Zhang Yue appeared one after another. Their opponents were very powerful, both were senior saints at the peak of the Four Elements.
But the two of them easily defeated their opponents without much effort, and were still the favorite Saints among the top three in the ground group.
Finally, the fight between Lin Yun and Wang Ziyue came.
Both of them can be regarded as dark horses, their popularity is quite high, and there are cheers from below.
Even many saints looked over.
However, almost no one is optimistic about Lin Yun, including many holy realm elders in Tiandao Sect and even Lin Yun's master.
Great Sage Long Yun shook his head and said: "This little guy is a bit unlucky. Wang Ziyue's cultivation is not as good as that of Zhang Qiao, but many saints cannot control the will of this life."
"Yes, I really can't see Ye Qingtian's advantages. The key is that Wang Ziyue's swordsmanship is not low."
"But it doesn't matter. Ye Qingtian is still young after all. Giving him another two years will definitely be enough. After all, he is a disciple of the Great Sage Long Yun."
A group of holy realm elders spoke out.
Whoosh!
An unexpected figure appeared near the golden battle platform, it was Mu Yan, the Holy Queen of Tianyin.
She has the peak cultivation level of the Four Elements Nirvana, and happened to have signed up for the earth group. Many people have already assumed that she is the champion of the earth group.
Although Zhang Yue, Ye Feifan and others are strong, in the eyes of everyone, they are only qualified to compete for the top three.
"Saint Tianyin is here. Is the saint really interested in Ye Qingtian?"
"I'll go, this is too scary!"
"Wang Muyan actually took the initiative to watch the battle..."
I have to say that Wang Muyan's charm is so great.
After she appeared, even the other members of the Huang group, Xuan group, and even many Tian groups looked over.
Wang Muyan has a graceful and plump figure, enchanting face, and white and translucent skin.
She is only nineteen years old, but at such a young age, she has brought disaster to the country and the people.
Many people couldn't see her appearance clearly, but her temperament alone made people's hearts beat faster, and their hearts seemed to be completely filled with her.
What does this witch want to do?
Lin Yun is now very wary of this woman, and he has not forgotten the losses suffered by Feiyun Mountain.
"Ye Qingtian, how on earth did you do it, my saint daughter of the Wang family pays so much attention to 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 a saint.
Not only the head of the family, but also many elders 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 don't have that much time... In my opinion, your saint daughter is just average."
"Oh."
Wang Ziyue laughed angrily and said, "It's okay, you're not worthy of her anyway."
Whoosh!
He didn't talk nonsense to Lin Yun. With a flick of his wrist, the scabbard flew out.
When the sword trembled, flames immediately burst out and exploded continuously.
Boom!
The fire continued to condense and explode, and on top of the battle platform, flaming snakes appeared, each one extremely ferocious.
Lin Yun glanced at this man in surprise. The method he was showing was completely different from the previous battle.
Wang Ziyi smiled lightly and said: "In the eyes of a true master, you are still far behind."
Burning fire!
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and stabbed Lin Yun directly with the holy sword in his hand.
Buzz!
At the same time, with the blessing of the will to live, the flame poisonous pythons on the ground seemed to come to life one by one.
They seemed to be alive, with their eyes emitting a lively light, spitting out snake messages, and then soaring into the sky.
Hundreds of fire pythons followed this sword attack.
What Wang Ziyue was performing at this moment was the Burning Heaven Sword Technique of Youlan Academy, which was the unique skill of Youlan Academy.
If you can complete all the training and combine it with the Burning Sky Sword Technique, you can unleash extremely terrifying power.
It is one of the four most destructive sword techniques in the Eastern Wilderness Holy Realm.
"The Burning Sky Sword Technique combined with the Will to Live, this Wang Ziyue is truly a genius!"
"He has only achieved one level of Nirvana cultivation. If he becomes a semi-saint in the future, he has a chance to be invincible!"
The Burning Sky Sword Technique is extremely famous, and as soon as Wang Ziyue performed it, it immediately caused a sensation.
So strong!
Lin Yun suddenly felt a lot of pressure. This Tiandao Sect really has hidden dragons and crouching tigers that should not be underestimated.
When many trump cards cannot be used, it is really troublesome to fight the opponent only by relying on swordsmanship.
Clang!
Lin Yun pulled out the flower-burial sword and took a step back. As soon as he landed, the opponent's momentum seemed to have doubled.
"Lost!"
"Facing the Burning Sky Sword Technique, if you take a step back, you will definitely lose."
"The Burning Sky Sword Technique is so powerful, how can it be retreated?"
The disciples of the Holy Tradition below all opened their mouths to make judgments.
Lin Yun took a deep breath and took another step back. After taking three steps back, there were already thousands of fire pythons on the battlefield.
Wang Ziyue snorted coldly and did not give Lin Yun a chance to make a real move. He knew that the opponent's sword intent was still very terrifying.
He stretched out his hand and stabbed forward, then raised his sword fiercely.
Wow!
Thousands of fire pythons all turned into fire dragons in full view of the public, and a mighty dragon suddenly appeared.
If it were anyone else, let alone the cultivation level of the Death Mysterious Realm, even if it were a higher cultivation level than Wang Ziyue.
Under such a sword force, defeat is inevitable.
But Lin Yun was unhurried, dancing lightly with his sword, and a few fireflies appeared in the void.
Buzz!
Thousands of fire dragons were suddenly hindered by invisible obstacles.
"Firefly light!"
When Lin Yun thrust out his sword, the bright sword light bloomed, and the fire dragon in the sky was pushed out.
Even Wang Ziyue himself was pushed hundreds of meters away as if he was caught in a storm.
"The Glory of Dawn!"
Lin Yun kept moving, and then struck with his backhand. With a click, the sky seemed to be lifted directly by the sword.
A ray of dawn turned into an arc in the distance, and under the arc, thousands of fire dragons were all cut off.
Wang Ziyue's expression changed slightly, and he immediately took action, blocking the arc with a sword.
"Red sunset!"
But before it was over, before Wang Ziyue could think of a way to break it, Lin Yun struck down with another sword from the air.
The sky was completely opened, and a bloody sunset, guided by Lin Yun's holy sword, hit Wang Ziyue's head.
Wang Ziyue took a breath and quickly sheathed his sword and stepped back.
Bang!
The remaining fire pythons on the ground were blown to pieces with bloody flesh, and chunks of flesh spattered out.
Those living pieces of dragon flesh fell outside the battle platform and immediately turned into flames and burned into ashes.
Boom!
On the battlefield, Lin Yun fired three swords in a row, as if a god had descended.
The sword force that fell to the bottom of the valley surged upwards, overtaking the Fentian sword force in one fell swoop.
But it’s not over yet!
"The waning moon."
Lin Yun gave a soft drink, he danced lightly on the spot, and a waning moon rose into the sky.
Immediately, the funeral flower flicked lightly, and the waning moon bounced out like a water balloon, and the moonlight sprinkled all the way like splashing waves.
"Firefly Divine Sword!"
"My God, what sword is this for?"
"This guy is crazy!"
Many of the inner disciples were still a little confused and didn't know what was happening. The disciples of the Holy Tradition below all stood up suddenly.
His eyes were full of shock. In the realm of Death Mystery, he had mastered the entire four-sword Yinghuo Divine Sword.
How is this possible?
But it wasn't over yet. In the flat ground, a strong wind suddenly rose around Lin Yun, and incredibly white snowflakes flew out from his sword.
The fifth sword of the Firefly Divine Sword, the Snow of Tianshan Mountain!
Click, click, click!
After this strike, Wang Ziyue's Burning Heaven Sword suddenly collapsed and could no longer hold up.
The flames were drowned by snowflakes, and Wang Ziyue was forced down, swinging the sword in his hand.
But every time he swung the sword, the man took a step back, his face looking extremely labored.
In terms of swordsmanship, he was completely suppressed.
"The fifth sword!"
On the Tiandao Altar, a group of holy realm elders opened their holy eyes one after another, and gorgeous light burst out from each pair of holy eyes.
Deep down, everyone seemed extremely shocked.
The Yinghuo Divine Sword is collected in all the holy places in the world. There may be a person who can master the six swords in the realm of death.
Looking at the entire Kunlun, no matter whether there are good or evil, no matter what clan's leader, even if we push it forward for another five hundred years, there will never be more than ten people.
"Our Tiandao Sect is about to produce another Sword Master!"
An elder from the Holy Realm had a sigh with emotion on his face.
But is this the end?
Not really!
Under the boundless wind and snow, Lin Yun donned a green holy robe, looked back and struck out with his sword again.
Her long hair danced wildly in the snow, her clothes danced with the sword, and a silver sword light flew out like a shooting star.
The sixth sword of the Firefly Divine Sword, Blood of Silver!
