The Yin Yang Immortal Sect was of course very excited. Although Chen Zhi and Chen Jian were not very happy, as a disciple of the Yin Yang Immortal Sect, they were also very pleased, but mostly surprised.
On the other hand, the dragon monks were dumbfounded. They couldn't imagine that one of their own had died. What was going on?
Impossible! How can a little second-level Earth Immortal monk win?
Why is this happening?
Whoosh! At this moment, a figure quickly rushed onto the ring. This person was the only Earth Immortal monk in the Dragon Clan. Now he obviously wanted to avenge the monk in front of him.
The tens of thousands of men and women who were cheering suddenly stopped at this moment, and they suddenly became nervous for Lin Yu, this male god.
"I am Aofeng Yu of the Dragon Clan, and I am here to challenge the masters of the Yin Yang Immortal Sect! Let's make a move!"
The man had already shown his long sword when he spoke.
"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
Lin Yu suddenly coughed, and at the same time he was sizing up the opponent. He was on the ninth level of Earthly Immortal, and he was at the Great Perfection. He could be promoted to Heavenly Immortal at any time, and his methods would definitely be better than before.
At this moment, Lin Yu didn't want to continue the competition, because once they defeated the Dragon Clan, they would definitely become angry and angry, and they might use even more fucked-up methods to deal with the Yin Yang Immortal Sect.
"Brother Dao, I'm seriously injured now and can't compete anymore! Please forgive me, cough cough cough! cough cough cough!"
Lin Yu was still trembling while talking.
"No comparison?
...You killed my junior brother and just wanted to let it go, you really know how to dream!"
The man immediately cursed.
At this time, the four elders all stood up, including Situ Weng, Lu Yitian and others.
"Stop, Lin Yu is injured now and cannot compete!"
"Lin Yu, get back right away, quickly!"
The elders shouted quickly, fearing that this good young man would die on the stage.
As these people finished speaking, Ao Yun, the leader of the Dragon Clan, and the two Great Luo Jinxian beside him all stood up and looked at the four elders with unhappy expressions.
"My disciples said before that when we challenged three people, it was just that my Dragon Clan monk was not strong enough, so he was killed when he challenged the third person. We are willing to admit defeat on this point.
But you also have to implement such rules. If your disciple fights two people again, if he is still alive, we will naturally let him go and will never stop him. So please shut up all of you! Let the two of you compete fairly!
"
Ao Yun said loudly, and his aura at this moment shocked the entire arena square.
"Brother Dao, you have also seen that my disciple's body is really seriously injured, and the competition cannot continue in this situation! Do you think we can end the competition first?"
Master Heyang continued.
"Since he can't continue the competition, he will die. I hope everyone respects our rules!"
Ao Yun shouted loudly.
When the matter reached this point, the four elders were speechless. Although the other party was making nonsense, there was more or less a little bit of truth in it. The key point was that if they continued to talk, the Dragon Clan monk would fall out. If it really turned out, it would be unthinkable.
As the four elders shut up, the tens of thousands of disciples of the Yin Yang Immortal Sect below suddenly became nervous. Looking at the frail Lin Yu above, and then at the extremely powerful man on the other side, everyone felt very uncomfortable at this time.
"If you are a man, pick up your sword. If you don't do it, I will do it!"
The man said sharply.
"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough! The 50 million fairy spirit stones have not been given to me yet, so I cannot continue. After excluding the 20 million my two senior brothers lost before, you should give me 30 million more, cough cough cough!
Cough cough cough!”
Lin Yu said while coughing.
"Give!"
At this moment, the formation had not yet started, and Ao Yun heard Lin Yu's words.
Everyone knew that the reason why Lin Yu said this was because he did not want to continue fighting, so he found this reason, and Ao Yun instantly threw a ring onto the ring.
Lin Yu was stunned for a moment and did not grab the ring in the air.
"Take it! You have to compete today, or you don't compete! In addition, we have a bet of 50 million."
As the dragon monk spoke, he thrust the ring into Lin Yu's hand.
Lin Yu trembled suddenly, but still did not put away the ring at this moment, looking a little helpless.
The four elders below are secretly worried at this moment. They know that their disciples cannot continue the competition, but no one in the entire Yin Yang Immortal Sect can call Lin Yu down. Now he is left to face a huge challenge alone. This battle will be the most difficult in his life.
In the last shot, Lin Yu will never be seen again in the future.
How miserable does it feel to know that your disciple is going to die, but you can't stop it?
The four elders slowly lowered their heads.
"I don't want to compete, please let me go down!"
Lin Yu suddenly raised his head and shouted, his helpless feeling clearly expressed.
"I'll send you to hell!"
Whoosh! As the man spoke, the sword in his hand suddenly struck.
Lin Yu was so frightened that he quickly picked up his sword to avoid it, and the two of them were fighting together the next moment.
The formation was open at first, but it could only be closed later, after all, the two of them were already fighting together.
Tens of thousands of monks from the Yin Yang Immortal Sect looked at Lin Yu on the ring with trembling hearts, a bloody shadow.
Everyone's thoughts were surprisingly consistent. They all knew that Lin Yu could not hold on for one or two moves when he was seriously injured, so everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look.
However, as time passed, a full cup of tea time passed and the fighting above continued. At this moment, everyone in the Yin Yang Immortal Sect opened their eyes again.
At this moment, a little hope appeared in everyone's heart. Can Lin Yu persevere?
How long can Lin Yu last?
Will there be a special surprise for everyone as before?
Half an hour later, everyone in the Yin Yang Immortal Sect stood up. They felt that Lin Yu was too powerful and was injured so seriously, but he still persisted. This was simply a miracle.
Oh my god! This is so shocking.
Lin Yu felt a sense of joy at this moment. He had improved four or five small realms in a row before, and he had never fought so joyfully. Now was an excellent opportunity.
It can be said that Lin Yu became more and more courageous with every setback. Perhaps because of the battle with the dragon monks, the speed of space he perceived had also increased, and he felt much more energetic.
An hour later, the other monk was so tired that Hachihachi was breathing heavily, and his speed slowed down. No matter how he used the dragon clan's ultimate killing power, he could not accurately find Lin Yu. At this time, the man understood why his junior brother
fell into this man's hands.
Lin Yu had no intention of killing, he just wanted to use simple means to tire the opponent to death.
Lin Yu thought well. At this moment, an accident happened. The opponent's dragon monk suddenly swallowed a golden elixir. The next moment he felt his body's energy burst out, and a heavenly aura appeared crazily on the ring.
Lin Yu was frightened when he saw this scene. It was obvious that the man had advanced to the level of Heavenly Immortal. Originally, he did not dare to be careless in fighting with this man, but now that he has been promoted to Heavenly Immortal, it is even more fatal.
As soon as this idea came up, Lin Yu suddenly felt that his whole body was enveloped by a field, and his speed slowed down instantly!
"ah?"
It was at this time that a sword light rushed towards Lin Yu's face!