The first thousand eight hundred and fifty-four chapters Sword Saint

The first thousand eight hundred and fifty-four chapters

Lin Yun had the final say, the next battle must be won.

Once he falls into the loser group, although he has the confidence to fight out, the process is probably quite cumbersome.

Once you win, it is much easier, you can rest for three days, and directly decide the top ten after three days.

He thought so, and his opponent naturally thought so too.

No one wants to fall into the loser’s group. One is that they can’t make a living, and the other is that the loser’s group is really too cruel.

At least he will have to fight a few more games. It is easy to get injured even if someone sees through the cards.

The time of Banzhuxiang passed quickly.

The winners continue to fight, and half of them will fall into the losers.

This round of fighting is more intense than the previous round.

Unless someone is absolutely confident, they don’t have much plan to retain their strength, and they will do their best as soon as they play.

Ye Feifan and Zhang Yue appeared one after another, their opponents were very strong, both of them were the elders of the quaternary peak.

But the two of them didn’t have much effort, they easily defeated their opponents, and they were still the top three popular saints in the ground group.

Finally, Lin Yun and Wang Ziyue’s fight came.

Both of them can be regarded as dark horses, their popularity is quite high, and there are cheers below.

Even some of the saints turned their gazes.

However, almost no one is optimistic about Lin Yun, including the many holy elders of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and even Lin Yun’s master.

Great Sage Long Yun shook his head and said: “This little guy is a bit bad luck, Wang Ziyue’s cultivation base is not as good as that of Zhang Qiao, but many sages can’t grasp the will of this life.”

“Yes, I really don’t see any advantage Ye Qingtian has. The key is that Wang Ziyue’s kendo attainments are not low.”

“But it doesn’t matter, Ye Qingtian is still young after all, and giving him two more years is definitely enough. After all, he is a disciple of Great Sage Long Yun.”

A group of sacred elders spoke.

Huh!

An unexpected figure appeared near the Jinzi battle platform, and it was Mu Yan, the Holy Queen of Tianyin.

She has the quaternary Nirvana peak cultivation base, and just happened to sign up for the local group. Many people have already assumed that she is the local champion.

Although Zhang Yue, Ye Feifan and others are strong, in the eyes of everyone, they only have the qualifications to compete for the top three.

“The Saintess of Tianyin actually came, does the Saint really like Ye Qingtian?”

“I’ll go, this is terrifying!”

“Wang Muyan took the initiative to watch the battle…”

I have to say that Wang Muyan’s charm is too great.

After she appeared, even the audience from the other Huang group, Xuan group, and even many Tian group looked over.

Wang Muyan has a graceful and plump body, enchanting face, and white and transparent skin.

She was only nineteen years old. At such an age, she caused disaster to the country and the people.

Many people can’t see her face clearly, but the temperament alone makes people’s heart beat faster, and a heart seems to be completely filled with her.

What does this enchantress want to do?

Lin Yun is now very wary of this woman, he hasn’t forgotten what Feiyunshan has suffered.

“Ye Qingtian, how on earth did you do it, my saint from the royal family is so concerned about you.”

Opposite him Lin Yun, Wang Ziyue looked at Lin Yun with some envy, Wang Yuyan’s position in the Wang family was much higher than that of the saint.

Not only the owner of the family, but even many elders love him, and he has attracted much attention since he was a child.

Lin Yun smiled faintly: “There are so many people who like me, do I have to ask every one of them? I am not so free… Your saint, in my opinion, it is just average.”

“Ah.”

Wang Ziyue laughed angrily, and said, “It’s okay, you don’t deserve her anyway.”

Huh!

He didn’t talk nonsense with Lin Yun, his wrist flicked and the scabbard flew out.

When the sword body trembled, the flames ran away and exploded continuously.

Rumble!

The flames continued to condense and explode, and on this battle platform, flame poisonous snakes appeared, each of them incredibly ferocious.

Lin Yun glanced at this person in surprise, and the means displayed by the opponent right now was completely different from the previous battle.

The prince smiled faintly: “In the eyes of a real master, you are still far behind.”

Blazing fire!

When the voice fell, he stepped out, and the holy sword in his hand pierced Lin Yun directly.

Hum!

At the same time, under the blessing of the will of life, the flame poisonous pythons on the ground seemed to come alive one by one.

They seemed to have life, and the eyes released a clever light, spitting out a snake letter, and then soared into the air.

Hundreds of fire pythons were killed with this sword.

What Wang Ziyue displayed at this moment was the Heaven Burning Sword Art of Youlan Academy, which was the unique knowledge of Youlan Academy.

If you can complete all the cultivation, and then cooperate with the Burning Heaven Sword Art, you can explode extremely terrifying power.

It is one of the four most destructive swordsmanships under the Holy Realm of the Eastern Desolation.

“The Burning Heaven Sword Technique matches the will of life, this Wang Ziyue is really a genius!”

“He is only one-dimensional Nirvana cultivation base, if he becomes a semi-holy in the future, he has a chance to be invincible!”

The Burning Heaven Sword Technique was so famous that Wang Ziyue immediately caused a sensation as soon as he used it.

So strong!

Lin Yun suddenly felt a lot of pressure, this day Dao Sect is indeed hiding a dragon and a tiger, not to be underestimated.

In many situations where the hole cards cannot be used, it is really troublesome to rely on kendo attainments to fight against each other.

Cang!

Lin Yun pulled out the foil burial sword, took a step backwards, wow, just after landing, the opponent’s aura seemed to be multiplied and pressed over.

“Lost!”

“Faced with the Burning Heaven Sword Technique, as long as you take a step back, you will definitely lose.”

“How powerful is the Burning Heaven Sword Art, how can it be retreated?”

The disciples below, one after another, began to judge.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and took another step. After three steps back, there were thousands of fire pythons on the battlefield.

Wang Ziyue snorted coldly and didn’t give Lin Yun a real chance to make a move. He knew that the opponent’s sword intent was still terrifying.

He stretched out his hand and stabbed it forward, and then took a fierce pick with the sword.

Wow!

Thousands of fire pythons turned into fire scorpions in full view, and for a while, Long Wei appeared.

If it were someone else, let alone the cultivation base of the Death Profound Realm, even if the cultivation base was higher than Wang Ziyue.

Under such a sword, it is undoubtedly defeated.

But Lin Yun didn’t panic, holding the sword and dancing lightly, a little firefly appeared in the void.

Hum!

Thousands of fire scorpions were immediately obstructed invisibly.

“Firefly light!”

When Lin Yun’s sword was pierced, the bright sword light bloomed, and the sky full of fire scorpion was pushed out by life.

Even Wang Ziyue himself was pushed a few hundred meters away as if encountering wind and waves.

“The glory of dawn!”

Lin Yun continued to move, but also made a backhand pick, click, and the sky curtain seemed to be directly opened by this sword.

A ray of the light of dawn turned into an arc in the distance, under the arc, thousands of fire scorpions had their heads severed.

Wang Ziyue’s face changed slightly, and he immediately shot, blocking the arc with a sword.

“The red of the setting sun!”

But before it was over, Wang Ziyue hadn’t thought of the way to crack it, and Lin Yun fell into the air with a sword.

The sky was completely opened, and a blood-colored sunset hit Wang Ziyue’s head under the guidance of Lin Yun’s holy sword.

Wang Ziyue took a deep breath and quickly retracted his sword and backed away.

boom!

The remaining fire pythons on the ground were battered with flesh and blood, and pieces of flesh spattered out.

Those living dragon meat pieces, falling outside the battle platform, immediately turned into flames and burned into ashes.

Rumble!

On the battle platform, Lin Yun, with three swords in a row, was like a god descending.

The sword power that fell to the bottom of the valley swayed upwards, surpassing the Burning Heaven sword power in one fell swoop.

But it’s not over yet!

“Lasting Moon.”

Lin Yun gave a soft drink, people danced in place, and a waning moon lifted into the sky.

Immediately, the burial flower lightly flicked, and the waning moon bounced out like a water polo, and the moonlight spattered all the way like waves.

“Firefly Sword!”

“My God, this is the first sword!”

“This guy is crazy!”

Many disciples of the inner sect were still a little confused. They didn’t know what had happened, and all the disciples below suddenly stood up.

His eyes were full of shock, and in the realm of death mystery, he had mastered four swords of the Firefly God Sword.

How can this be?

But it was not over yet, between the flat ground, Lin Yun was full of violent winds, and there were incredibly white snowflakes flying out of his sword.

The fifth sword of Firefly Excalibur, the snow of Tianshan!

Click!

After this sword, Wang Ziyue’s Burning Heaven sword suddenly collapsed and could no longer be supported.

The flame was flooded with snowflakes, Wang Ziyue was forced down, and the sword in his hand was constantly waving.

But every time he swung a sword, he took a step back, his face looked extremely strenuous.

Regarding his kendo attainments, he was completely suppressed.

“The fifth sword!”

On the altar of heaven, a group of holy realm elders opened their holy eyes one after another, and gorgeous light burst out from each pair of holy eyes.

Everyone seemed extremely shocked deep in their hearts.

There are collections of the Firefly Divine Sword in the holy places in the world, and it is possible that a person who has mastered six swords in the realm of the death mystery.

Looking at the entire Kunlun, regardless of the two ways of righteousness and devil, no matter what the clan leader, even if it is pushed forward for 500 years, there will never be more than ten people.

“My Heavenly Dao Sect, I’m going to have another sword saint!”

The elder of the Holy Land sighed with emotion.

Is that the end?

not at all!

Under the boundless wind and snow, Lin Yun wore the sacred robe of Tsing Yi, and turned out another sword when he looked back.

Long hair danced volley in the snow, clothes danced with the sword, and a silver sword light flew out like a shooting star.

The sixth sword of Firefly Excalibur, the blood of silver!