The Zangjian Lake was cut in half, and the lake water poured back like a waterfall, making a deafening sound that lasted for a long time.
Everyone's eyes fell on Lin Yun standing in the sky.
Win!
This prodigy from the Tiandao Sect won again, and this time he was really numb.
The leaders of the Sword Alliance were extremely bitter, their mouths felt dry and their expressions were extremely complicated.
How great it would be if this was a prodigy from their sword alliance!
Such thoughts could not help but pop up in many people's minds. If this were the case, they would have started cheering long ago.
Lin Yun sheathed his sword, placed it on a statue, placed the funeral flowers beside him, then crossed his legs and closed his eyes, doing exercises to heal his injuries.
"Oh my god, he still wants to fight!"
"Why don't we give up? We have to make our Sword Alliance lose face before we give up. This Ye Qingtian is so cruel!"
"I'm so angry. He is already famous enough. He will definitely be famous in Kunlun after this battle. Why not just stop here?"
"Can our Sword Alliance really not be able to stop him?"
Seeing Lin Yun cross-legged to heal his injuries, the leaders of the Sword Alliance were dumbfounded on the spot, and their mentality collapsed. It can be said that their defenses were broken instantly.
The noise from all directions could no longer be stopped, and the leaders of the eighteen holy places of the Sword Alliance were all furious, clenching their fists and furious.
But he just didn't have the courage to actually go up and fight.
Above the Tianque.
The young master of the village, Feng Shaoyu, had turned pale. What he was most worried about had happened.
Zhao Wuji was also defeated, and he was defeated in such an embarrassing manner!
No one can clearly see where he is now. The sword is so powerful that they can't notice him at all.
"Jiang Yunting!"
Feng Shaoyu turned around and looked at the prodigy of Wanjian Tower with hopeful eyes.
Jiang Yunting looked embarrassed, then shook his head silently.
"Brother Jiang is scared?" Feng Shaoyu asked.
Jiang Yunting let out a long sigh and then said after a while: "Young master, there is no need to provoke me. I will tell the truth, I am really scared."
Feng Shaoyu immediately shouted and asked: "Are you practicing swordsmanship?"
When Jiang Yunting heard this, he didn't get angry but smiled: "You at Hidden Sword Villa are quite dignified and crazy enough. You were thinking about galaxies versus galaxies, prodigies versus prodigies, but in the end, you didn't block a single sword."
"you!"
Feng Shaoyu was so angry that he couldn't speak, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.
On the side, Feng Sheng Ling was trembling, lowering his head and not daring to speak. He had indeed embarrassed Hidden Sword Villa.
Fortunately, Jiang Yunting's temperament was relatively mild after all. He said calmly: "Brother Feng, don't be angry. I'm just making an analogy. We, the sword cultivators, are not afraid of life and death, so naturally we are not afraid of a battle."
"But knowing that there is no chance of winning and still taking action forcefully is not a swordsman's character. This is just pure stupidity. Don't involve any character."
Jiang Yunting said it very tactfully. Sword cultivators belong to sword cultivators, but sword cultivators are not brainless.
Feng Shaoyu's expression softened a little, and he pondered: "Is there really no chance? He showed a lot of trump cards in this battle, and he can see the depth to some extent."
"If you are willing to take action, regardless of victory or defeat, I, Hidden Sword Villa, can give you ten Holy Sun Pills."
Jiang Yunting's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and he said helplessly: "The young village master is really bold in taking action. If I am really sure, I will take action without the Sun Holy Pill. After all, I am also a member of the Sword Alliance. But really, the chance is slim.
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"How to say?"
Feng Shaoyu still refused to give up.
Jiang Yunting saw this and explained to him: "If he only has the means in front of me, my chance of winning is about 30%. After all, he has exposed a lot."
"Thirty percent is too little." Feng Shaoyu said.
"A lot."
Jiang Yunting said firmly: "If there is a 30% chance, I will definitely fight for it, but this 30% chance is still based on the premise that I can block the last meeting."
Feng Shengling took the words next to him and whispered: "He should have withheld some of that sword. If he didn't, the power would only be greater."
"That's right."
Jiang Yunting said sternly: "This is not the key. The key is that since he has decided to fight again, he must have other means. So my real chance is actually less than 10%. If I go, it will be in vain."
He is very sober, and his strength is on par with Zhao Wuji.
Even if he were a little more confident and stronger than Zhao Wuji, he would never be much stronger.
If you really meet Lin Yun, if the other party gives you face, he might be able to fight you in a hundred ways, so that it won't be ugly if you lose.
If you don't pay attention to martial ethics and fight quickly, it may only be a matter of two or three moves, and it won't be much better than Feng Shengling.
And this is extremely possible. After all, after taking this step, the other party doesn't have much to hide.
"What should we do? Are we really going to let him take over the top spot? I gave him the famous sword forged at Hidden Sword Villa for free?" Feng Shaoyu's face didn't look good.
The Famous Swords Tournament is so attractive. In addition to fame, it naturally has benefits.
Hidden Sword Villa's foundation is much stronger than other Swordsman Holy Lands, and it is not stingy with its moves, so the rewards at the top of the list are extremely generous.
Feng Shaoyu woke up from a dream, quickly looked at Gu Zijing and said, "Old Gu, please say something!"
Among the four geniuses of the Sword Alliance, Feng Shengling is the youngest and ranks at the bottom, with Zhao Wuji and Jiang Yunting in between.
The strongest one is undoubtedly Gu Zijing, Ice Emperor's direct disciple.
Gu Zijing kept staring at Lin Yun and seemed not to hear Feng Shaoyu's words. Feng Shaoyu couldn't help but ask again.
"I'm thinking about something." Gu Zijing said.
"What's up?"
Gu Zijing's gaze returned to Lin Yun without saying anything. He was indeed thinking about one thing.
If this is true, all the strange things about Ye Qingtian can be easily solved.
But if it is indeed true, it would be too scary.
He really couldn't believe that there really were such geniuses in the world. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head.
He had a photographic memory, so he simply closed his eyes, and the scene of Lin Yun and Zhao Wuji's fight kept flashing back in his mind.
Feng Shaoyu wanted to ask again, but Jiang Yunting said, "Let him think about it. I probably know what he is thinking."
"Let’s not talk about the Sealing Heaven Sword Technique left by the Ice Emperor, but let’s talk about the Divine Fire Sword entering the Holy Scroll. Gu Zijing mastered the Ten Thousand Fires Burning Heaven technique half a year ago. As long as Brother Gu opens his eyes, in this battle, he will
That’s 100% sure.”
Feng Shaoyu was overjoyed when he heard this, but still asked curiously: "What on earth is Lao Gu thinking?"
Not only him, but everyone else on Tianque, including Feng Shengling, looked at Jiang Yunting very curiously.
Jiang Yunting muttered: "Ye Qingtian's swordsmanship skills are amazing. He can easily find flaws in his fights with Zhao Wuji. Many times he is clearly in danger, but he can always avert danger, like a prophet who predicts the future."
"This is amazing, so although his cultivation level is not high, he always has the upper hand."
Those who could watch the battle on the Heavenly Tower were either celebrities from aristocratic families or saints from the Sword Alliance, and could at least barely see the two fighting clearly.
Looking back at Jiang Yunting's words at this moment, it seems that this is indeed the case, it is really weird.
Jiang Yunting continued: "But Zhao Wuji is actually not weaker than the opponent in terms of physical skills, physical body, sword skills, and martial arts will. He is even stronger. This is quite magical. When something goes wrong, there must be a monster...
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"So the key is to figure this out. If you can't figure it out, even if you can block the burning sky, it will be difficult to truly defeat your opponent."
Everyone suddenly realized and understood.
Feng Shaoyu pondered for a moment and murmured: "If you put it this way, as long as you figure out the secret, then Ye Qingtian will be nothing more than that."
Jiang Yunting laughed dumbly and said: "Dividing people, dividing people, that's true for Gu Zijing. For others, such as Sheng Ling, even if you think about it, it won't help. In a real fight, it will be all in vain with one sword."
Feng Shengling was seriously thinking about what Ye Qingtian's secret was, and his face turned dark when he heard this.
Why are you talking about me again? I'm already very low-key.
Feng Shaoyu didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "It's the same, Brother Gu can definitely figure it out."
"Look, Ye Qingtian opened his eyes!"
At this moment, someone on the sky tower suddenly said.
How can the injury be healed so quickly?!
Everyone was shocked. Before Gu Zijing could understand it, Ye Qingtian's injury actually recovered.
The battle between him and Zhao Wuji was extremely terrifying. Whether it was the consumption of Nirvana energy or the sword wound left by Zhao Wuji, he should not have recovered so quickly.
On the statue of Qiongqi, Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, held the funeral flowers beside him and stood up slowly.
He looked around, and the people caught in his gaze involuntarily stepped back, so that their heads began to surge like a tidal wave.
Lin Yun took a deep breath and said, "Who else is willing to fight with me next time?"
With the Blue Dragon Divine Bones, he has already returned to his peak, and another fight will have no impact.
There were constant noises from all directions, but no one dared to really stand up.
"Sure enough, we have to fight again!"
"Is there really no one left in the Sword Alliance?"
"If no one shows up, this top spot will really be taken away."
The leaders of the eighteen holy places of the Sword Alliance all looked extremely anxious, and they were talking among themselves.
"Misty Rain Villa, please Gu Zijing to take action to strengthen the power of our sword alliance!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the crowd. Someone at Yanyu Villa, which belongs to the Holy Land of the Sword Alliance, looked at Tianque and shouted loudly.
Everyone woke up as if from a dream, yes, there was also a millet mirror!
Gu Zijing is the direct descendant of the Ice Emperor, so as long as he is still there, the Sword Alliance will not really have anyone.
"Xiaoyun Sect, please Gu Zijing to take action to strengthen the power of our sword alliance!"
"Shuiyue Sword Mountain, please Gu Zijing to take action to strengthen the power of our sword alliance!"
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For a moment, the sounds of strengthening the power of our sword alliance echoed across the sky and the earth. Those sounds gathered together, making the blood of those listening boil. They gradually converged into a torrent, resounding like thunder.
"Please Gu Zijing take action to strengthen the power of our sword alliance!"
Everyone's hopes were focused on Gu Zijing, and the sound was so loud that it made people's eardrums vibrate.
"Good guy, this formation is bigger than it was twenty years ago. Back then, Jian Jingtian didn't push the Sword Alliance to this point."
The young man in white, Yun Feng, called him "good guy" and looked very surprised.
Sword Sect Ye Ziling and others were also frightened by such a battle. Ye Qingtian actually forced the Sword Alliance to this point.
This is an alliance composed of eighteen kendo holy places!
They looked at Ye Qingtian with complicated expressions, and many people had unspeakable emotions in their hearts.
If Senior Brother Lin was still here, he would definitely have a place in such a lively scene.
call out!
Amidst the overwhelming roar, the millet mirror on the sky tower finally opened its eyes. He looked down from a high position and was slightly startled when he saw such a formation.
"Brother Gu, it's time to take action!"
Feng Shaoyu, the master of the young village, quickly raised his hands and said.
"Gu Zijing, take action! If we don't fight now, we'll wait until later!" Others on Tianque spoke at the same time, their eyes bright and their words sincere.
"Then let's fight."
Gu Zijing stretched out his arms and jumped down from the sky tower.
The strong wind blew across his face, his eyes were full of burning fighting spirit, and his brows were sharp.