As the crowd secretly suspicious, the situation on Shenglongtai changed rapidly.
Many people think that Yang Teng's sword is not chaotic, and injuries are not important. For Yang Teng's demon, these injuries have no injuries at all.
As long as he is holding two tricks, the boundless trend of Da Yanjian's accumulation will start a thunder counterattack.
It is the so -called drum, and it is declining, and it is exhausted.
Ye Qingfeng cannot keep this sharp momentum at the end, which will quickly exhaust the real Yuan.
As everyone expected, when Ye Qingfeng's killing tricks changed again, Yang Teng, who looked quite embarrassed. He still retreated and almost was forced out of Shenglongtai, but his sword potential was still not still.
chaos.
The vast sword scattered, even more and more vast, as if the water waves are dripped on the vast dragon platform.
As long as he launch a counterattack, he will definitely be extremely sharp. Ye Qingfeng, who is exhausted, will inevitably be difficult to fight.
"There is only one trick left, I want to see this Ye Qingfeng, how to defeat Yang Teng."
Bai Yan sneered, glanced at Lin Yun, the corner of his mouth seemed to be quite disdainful.
Alas!
But his voice fell, and the shocking shock came from the stage, but Ye Qingfeng looked embarrassed and chopped a kick on the ring.
Boom!
Shenglongtai in the Kowloon Lake suddenly trembled violently, and the surrounding lakes kept stirring. The big sword potential that Yang Teng was scattered, all of which were shocked by the seventy -eight or eight, like a calm lake, which was a kick.
Step.
Yang Teng's face suddenly changed slightly.
If it is shattered, how to win?
His!
But I just had to move. The broken sword potential did not listen to its call, and the purple moon light shrouded on the ring was full of prosperity, and it swallowed and absorbed madly.
For a while, the purple moon was like a bottomless hole.
boom!
The moonlight was dazzling and dazzling, and the sudden change made Yang Teng clearly surprised.
"defeat!"
Ye Qingfeng roared, stepped forward, bathing under the purple moonlight. Change his claws into fists, and a blow like lightning, banging towards his heart.
clang!
Boxing fell on the sword, trembling, and still bombarded Yang Teng to vomit blood and flew wildly. Obviously, Yang Teng's defense in a hurry, he couldn't stop the horrible blow.
He was directly bombarded from the ring, and the Xuanhuang Qi in the jade pendant was constantly plundered.
"Ziyue Heart Sutra!"
The face of Aoki Pavilion's face seemed a little ugly. He obviously underestimated the power of this unique learning. He could swallow those swords into his own use at a critical moment.
Brother Bai 绫, the Dust of the Qiyingzhong of the South Hua looked at Lin Yun, but his expression was quite calm.
It seems that this result is not surprising, just a little curious, how Lin Yun can see.
As for others, his face was a bit complicated. It was really the same as Lin Yun said. Within the two tricks, Ye Qingfeng defeated Yang Teng and beat Bai Yan's face fiercely.
The secret confrontation came to an end, no one dared to underestimate Lin Yun.
The seven and four groups of melee continued, and those people who performed well in the points competition, Fang Hanluo, Dushu and others have achieved their respective victory.
Among them, the most powerful dust was the most powerful. His opponents did not admit defeat, and seemed to want to be lucky.
After all, you lose all around, it is better to fight. Many young and leading blood in the knockout are inspired. Facing the horror figures of these seven British Chinese, not like the first round of points, people do not show up without showing up, they do not show up without showing their appearances.
Admit the defeat directly.
Unfortunately, this is too strong.
Most people didn't even see how he shot, and his opponent spit out blood and was directly shocked by the air.
Feng Wudao is a master of the seven groups of victory all the way. He still continues the myth of his winning streak.
It feels like there are many hidden methods that are not sacrificed.
It was Fang Hanluo. The stronger the Vietnam War, and the habit of breaking through his own wonder in the war, the victory was a bit lucky. His opponents were very strong. The two finally played more than 500 tricks, and he barely won and injured.
But look at his face full of careless face, and it makes people feel weird.
"Mixed combat, Lin Yun opposite Bai Yan!"
The sound of the referee sounded again. Among the several dazzling characters, Lin Yun and Bai Yan who had not yet appeared were divided into them together.
"Ye Qingfeng, who do you think is a bit bigger."
After the two came to power, someone asked Ye Qingfeng.
Ye Qingfeng already knew that Lin Yun had an assertion of two tricks before. The man also wanted to test his eyesight to see how Lin Yun was defined in his eyes.
Ye Qingfeng smiled indifferently, glanced at it, and groaned: "Although I don't like this boy, but Aoki Pavilion ranked at the bottom of the nine overlords, so she wanted to defeat Lin Yun with Bai Yan.
In front of the dust, it is said that the gallery of Aoki Pavilion is not good, and Ye Qingfeng, who was born in Ziyue Cave, dared to be so arrogant.
"Maybe, but Lin Yun wants to win Bai Yan is not so simple, the victory and defeat are difficult to say."
A mysterious smile, it seems that there is still a strong hole card in Bai Yan's hands.
Shenglong platform.
Bai Yan looked at Lin Yun coldly, groaning: "You have good eyesight, but the master has a trick, not just the eyesight, you want to win, you are not as simple as you think."
His words are not like to listen to Lin Yun, but more like he listened to himself.
To a certain extent, eye power is strength, and it is far from standing high. In the first game of mixed groups, the pressure of Lin Yun, Bai Yan, is still quite large.
"Maybe it is easier than I think."
Lin Yun looked calm and said at will.
Bai Yan frowned, Lin Yun's calm attitude made him a little embarrassed and nervous. The light and light look did not seem to take himself too much, making him feel uncomfortable.
What kind of core card is this guy?
The two in their respective groups were promoted in ten consecutive victories. This battle is destined to end in a row, which has attracted the attention of the viewers.
"I can feel the sword in your body, come out with a sword, otherwise you may not even have the opportunity to pull the sword."
The funeral sword was in hand, Lin Yun looked at each other, and said calmly.
As soon as this statement came out, it suddenly caused a lot of uproar. The ten -game winning streak before did not use a sword.
"Arrogant! Who wins and loses, maybe, maybe?"
The anger in Bai Yan's eyes could no longer be suppressed, but he did say what Lin Yun said, raised his hand, pulled his sword out of the sheath.
Big!
The sword sounds are bright, the sword lights are flickering, and the magnificent sword is like a violent water pillar. In the moment, the sword potential on Bai Yan has reached a very powerful level, making many people bright in front of them.
"wind!"
The moment the sword was stunned, Bai Yan killed the sword with a sword.
This trick is similar to Lin Yun's Tianbaiyun, but the artistic conception is completely different.
The wind is the main wind, supplemented by water, and a sword combined.
Click!
Another sword sounded, the burial flowers came out of the sheath, and the water tornado that was rushed over was broken. Wait until the funeral flower was pulled out.
It's out.
"So strong."
Bai Yan was shocked in his heart. Among his peers, he had never seen such a terrible sword method. Just to Yang the momentum of the scabbard, he broke his killing tricks.
The mind was slightly moving, and Bai Yan knew that he could not keep his strength, and urged the sword.
Under the blessing of the sword, Bai Yan's broken sword is reappeared like a dust, and you are more condensed and thick. From the dunes to the towering mountains, the lone peak rises, and the momentum is unstoppable.
This is the power of swordsmanship!
Lin Yun's expression was calm and did not sacrifice the sword.
The next moment, the figures of the two kept flashing up above the battle platform. In the change of the figure, the blade collided, and Mars splashed.
Many people in the audience suddenly became intimidated and stared at the two in the fight. This battle was really exciting. The swordsmanship of the two was extremely sharp.
The sword light passing from time to time is dazzling and amazing.
The blurred figure keeps shaking, and every staggered is thrilling. Everyone who has some strength is shocking and enjoyable.
But gradually, these people had a little doubt in their hearts. Lin Yun did not use swords?
In the rumors, Lin Yun's swordsmanship is unpredictable. In the ancient South China ancient field, it is the existence of the rare rhizomns.
But at the moment, the killing is so dangerous that Lin Yun can only use the exquisite kendo to kill it with the opponent. It is really confused.
Lin Yun didn't think too much. He had long thought about it, and he would not expose it without exposing the card.
Furthermore, he didn't hold much big, and the purple kite sword tactics were almost not kept. The ice crystal -like purple kite flower at Zifu has bloomed half.
Not weak.
For a long time, Bai Yan has never been able to take advantage of it. Deep in his heart is the more shocked by the Vietnam War. Lin Yun seems to be a deep -bottomed Hantan. The more you play against each other, the more you can feel the unpredictable of the other party.
I don't believe it, I can't force your true strength.
Bai Yan knows that he can’t see the depth of the other party, and there is never a chance to win.
"Autumn wind leaves, sweep the world!"
He sent his little Cheng Jian to the limit, and the autumn wind brushed, and a sad meaning pervaded the dragon platform. The sound of wow, the coldness in the human ears raised, and the body couldn't help shaking.
The perfect fusion of swordsmanship and sword artistic conception, this Bai Yan is indeed a bit talented, this killing trick can only be a master of the master.
It's a pity ... I met me.
Tianbaiyun!
Lin Yun's wrist trembled, ten water tornado whistled, covering the sky, and squeezing the entire Shenglongtai without gaps.
Kaka!
Under the bombardment of the two big kills, Bai Yan was shocked instantly, and the corners of the mouth overflowed with blood stains. The pupils shrank sharply. What kind of exercises did this guy cultivated in the end, such a strong killing trick broke out.
It's incredible.
Can't hide it anymore.
"“! "
There was a spicy color flashed in Bai Yan's eyes. This trick was extremely powerful, and he could even hit the semi -Step. He had not fully mastered it. Once he sacrificed, he would be injured and not light.
But at this step, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Holding his hoe with both hands, his clothes were madly encouraged, and there was a lightning flashes above his head. The momentum was rising crazy.
Half.
Lin Yun's heart felt the dangerous atmosphere, and the dragon feast fought so far for the first time.
But it was almost instinct to react. The moment of horrible killing was about to be sacrificed, Lin Yun sacrificed Dacheng's innate sword.
The same is the difference between the congenital sword, but the difference between the small and Dacheng is like the gap between the heavens and the earth.
Especially Lin Yun's congenital Da Chengjian meaning is almost surpassing the ability of thinking, including opponents, and even Lin Yun himself.
He just felt the threat, and his physical instinct responded. At the minimum cost, the fastest speed responded.
Puff!
For a moment, the white -handed Bai Yan spit out the blood of the sword with both hands, and a man was hit by a rainbow and fell out of the shore.
His sword was still in the air, but everyone fainted on the shore, and the wound on the chest kept flowing out of blood.
rock!
The long sword fell to the ground, dangling, making a crisp sound, waking everyone up.
One by one stared, staring at Lin Yun, his eyes stared out, but his neck seemed to be speechless.
What kind of swordsmanship is this?
The ghosts are shocked, and they are scared to death.