Chapter 978

Three swords, only three swords defeated the half-step Tianpu Ye Qingfeng.

Moreover, the sword intent radiated from Lin Yun’s body is still the innately great sword intent, which makes people feel that there is still room for energy.

The referee was a little lost, Lin Yun’s strength was obvious to all, no one thought he was weak. Even in the hearts of many people, he will definitely enter the top 30 this year.

Even a blog may not be able to enter the top fifteen.

After all, the Three Kings and Qiying are too terrifying, and being able to enter the top fifteen is already extremely against the sky, and the most important thing is that Lin Yun is only eighteen years old.

But no one had ever thought that he could defeat Ye Qingfeng with three swords. When the result appeared, the referee couldn’t believe what he saw.

More than that, the referee couldn’t believe it. Many people looked away, and Lin Yun should lose if they wanted to come.

After all, the difference in cultivation level is too big, a half-step Tianpaku, a peak of Yin-Yang realm Dacheng, according to common sense, Ye Qingfeng is enough to crush Lin Yun.

But the result of this battle was unexpected.

If it was the Nangong tube jade of Beixue Mountain Villa, or Li Mubai of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the three swords defeated Ye Qingfeng, or even the one sword defeat of Ye Qingfeng would not make people so shocked.

But Lin Yun is different, he is just a rising star, and his cultivation level is not high. Even to be a bit awkward, he still came from the Great Qin Empire, such a poor country and remote place, it is completely impossible to compare with the nine powers of the hegemony.

The most exaggerated thing is that until now, Lin Yun still feels calm, not doing his best.

“It’s incredible!”

“It’s Three Swords again. His sword intent is definitely more than innate. How many hole cards does Lin Yun hide!”

“I now suspect that even if he encounters the top ten evildoers in the previous year, Lin Yun may not have no chance.”

The leaders of all parties on the spectator stand were shocked and surprised one by one.

Ye Qingfeng is different from the other people who Lin Yun defeated before. He is a half-step celestial evildoer. This level of cultivation is already comparable to the Nanhua Qiying.

“Three kings and seven heroes can’t come out. I’m afraid it will be difficult for someone to guarantee that he will stop his winning streak 100%.”

Feng Wudao, who was defeated by Lin Yun, sighed and said helplessly.

Now in the fourth and seventh groups, there are three masters who have not yet played against Lin Yun. Needless to say, Juechen and Jifeng, both of them are the top masters in the Nanhua Qiying.

The one remaining person is Yan Ziqing, ranked 14th in the last Longyun ranking, and his strength is between that of Wu Xiaotian. This person is quite good, but he has long been known as an old master, and his popularity is not as good as Lin Yun.

Feng Wudao originally felt that Lin Yun would definitely lose if he ran into Yan Ziqing. But now it seems that Lin Yun has at least 40% chance of winning.

As for Fang Hanluo, in Feng Wudao’s view, the uncertainty was too great.

Among the seats in the Sky Demon Pavilion, Yan Longzi’s expression was a bit ugly, after all, he had long said that Lin Yun would die if he didn’t admit defeat.

“This guy does have some abilities, but it is still impossible to make it into the top ten.”

A cold light flashed in Yan Longzi’s eyes and said coldly.

Yue Weiwei ignored him at all, there was a rare silence on her seductive face, and she looked at Lin Yun softly.

Brother Yun has really grown up.

I still remember that stupid boy back then, who dared to save himself in front of Bai Lixuan regardless of his life and death. Facing Si Xueyi’s chase, she would rather jump off the stream of the wind than give herself up.

I didn’t expect that he would rise so fast in just two years.

Thinking about it, Yue Weiwei couldn’t help but smile at the corners of her mouth thinking of all kinds of funny words in the wind and wind.

When Lin Yun returned to the ring, the black and yellow energy in the jade pendant around his waist had condensed into a star. Xinghui overflowed and turned into a ray of light draped over Lin Yun, making him look extraordinarily sacred.

Beixue Villa Nangong Wanyu and Tianjianzong Li Mubai glanced at each other, and the same meaning appeared in their eyes.

In this feast of dragons, there was one more swordsman besides the opponent.

Time passed and the game continued.

In the next round of competition, Lin Yun’s opponent directly chose to admit defeat, which was surprisingly decisive.

There are only three rounds left in the knockout rounds, and everyone has three matches, and no one is fighting for unwinnable matches at critical times.

Before long, the four groups and seven groups were in a melee.

Feng Wudao ran into Ye Qingfeng, and both of them were defeated by Lin Yun. Originally, Ye Qingfeng should have been stronger. But he was hurt a bit by Lin Yun, and the advantage of Half-Step Sky Soul was not so obvious.

As soon as the two played against each other, Ye Qingfeng wanted to rely on the advantage of his cultivation base to make a quick fight, and he didn’t want to drag it down.

Three Jue Claws showed a fierce and terrifying offensive in his hands, and Feng Wudao smiled slightly. He, who has always liked head-on-head, chose to avoid the edge for a while.

“Smashed Mountain Claw!”

When the purple moon was in the sky, Ye Qingfeng’s murderous aura overflowed, and one claw shot and evolved huge beast claws. The fury of the beast claw seemed to crush the mountain easily.

Puff!

Feng Wudao was careless, and he was caught with several hideous wounds on his chest, dripping with blood.

“See when you can be mad!”

A harsh color flashed in Feng Wudao’s eyes, a flash of lightning, and he quickly avoided the opponent’s subsequent offensive. Although he is retreating, there will always be a terrifying counterattack when he moves, so as not to let the opponent get too powerful.

On the stage of Thang Long, the figure flickered.

The two of you come and go, the offensive is quite fierce, but it can be clearly seen that Ye Qingfeng has the advantage.

“Hide, hide, hide, I see when you hide, Sanjue Heartbreak Fist!”

An irritated color flashed in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, and his previous terrifying killer move against Shang Lin Yun directly blasted out.

Upon closer inspection, the sharpness of this move is no longer as sharp as it was against Lin Yun.

“Waiting for you.”

Feng Wudao sneered, and instantly displayed the thunder will of the peak of Dacheng, and the sky was immediately filled with thick thunderclouds.

The original bright moonlight faded in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

Ziyue had no light, and Feng Wudao violently attacked, directly smashing those Sanjue Broken Heart Fists. Ye Qingfeng vomited blood and landed directly on the edge of the ring, shaking his footsteps and almost fell.

“Accepted.”

Feng Wudao smiled slightly and said with his hands folded.

“See you in the qualifying match.”

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes flickered, and he wanted to say something, but after all, he didn’t say much.

Victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. It is meaningless to find any excuses. Win back in the qualifying battle.

“I am waiting.”

Feng Wudao smiled coldly, not afraid.

The knockout round was almost over, and the game became more cruel. In order to compete for the 100 places in the qualifying match, there was almost nothing left between them.

Lin Yun took a general look at the competitions of the other groups, and Wu Xiaotian was still unbeaten in the first battle and was extremely strong.

Ji Wuye was a bit uncomfortable. He had already lost two games. If he was unlucky and met the Three Kings Qiying, the road to the feast of the dragons would be over.

With a glance, Lin Yun fell on Bai Lixuan’s body.

Bai Lixuan had some bad luck. He met Nangong night jade before and very decisively chose to admit defeat.

The winning streak has been terminated, but with his strength, entering the final qualifying match should be ninety-one. Besides, his Canglong Sword Art is far from being able to exert its full strength, other than that, Lin Yun has a kind of intuition.

Bai Lixuan still has the trump card in his hand, which is why he directly surrendered to Nangong Wanyu, and did not want to expose his own assassin.

His ambition is very big.

After dozens of moves, Bai Lixuan on the platform of Shenglong flew the opponent’s weapon with a single sword to win.

The two looked at each other and nodded slightly, which was regarded as greeting.

“It seems that Lin Yun and Bai Lixuan should not have a big problem in entering the qualifying match. Especially Lin Yun, the potential is far from being revealed, and if this continues, there is a good chance of entering the top 15.”

Among the seats of the Great Qin Empire, the elders of the other sects were happy to protect the Fa.

A smile appeared on Protector Mei’s face. Whether it was Lin Yun or Bai Lixuan, he poured great emotions into him. Now both of them are extremely eye-catching in the feast of dragons, and his deep heart can no longer be described with excitement.

Who could have imagined that a disciple of the sect of the Great Qin Empire could bloom such a dazzling light in the feast of dragons.

After this feast, the Lingxiao sword pavilion will surely prosper, and it is very likely to leave the Great Qin Empire.

Soon, the eighth round and the ninth round of the knockout rounds ended successively, and everyone present had only one game left.

The overall situation is set, but no one dares to relax in the final battle of this knockout.

Even the players who entered the qualifying battle didn’t want to admit defeat. Until now, all the disciples have almost understood the importance of Xuanhuang Qi.

So far, there are only a handful of players who can maintain a winning streak, with the exception of the three kings and Qiying.

Only Lin Yun, Wu Xiaotian, Yan Ziqing and the mysterious black-robed swordsman Zhu Qingshan were left, and the rest of the dark horses either lost or gave up.

As for Yue Weiwei, she ran into Jiang Ziye from Qianyunzong.

In the battle that everyone was looking forward to, Yue Weiwei smiled and voluntarily chose to admit defeat.

It was beyond the expectations of many people. After all, Yue Weiwei is quite mysterious, and many people think she is capable of fighting Jiang Ziye.

Among the four, Wu Xiaotian and Yan Ziqing are veteran masters. One was ranked 11th in the last Longyun Ranking, and the other ranked 14th extremely high. Without encountering the three kings and Qiying, the winning streak so far is not surprising.

Only Lin Yun and Zhu Qingshan, the two dark horses, one with a sword and the other with a knife, left a deep impression on people.

It’s just that compared to Lin Yun, Zhu Qingshan’s hostility is too heavy, and there are so many dead souls under the sword, which makes people uncomfortable. Many people think that he should be cultivating the magic way, maybe he is a disciple of some evil cultivator, so he uses a black robe to cover his face.

“In the final round of the mixed team battle, Lin Yun vs. Jifeng!”

Wow!

As soon as the referee’s voice fell, there was a fierce noise in the huge venue, and the entire spectator stand was shocked.

“This is really unexpected. There is only the last battle left, and I actually encountered Jifeng.”

“I thought Lin Yun would end the knockout with a winning streak. This is not good. The previous dark horses and the three kings and Qiying all voluntarily gave in and kept the hole cards.”

“This is correct. After all, it’s just a knockout. The real battle is still a ranked match.”

“I don’t know if Jifeng will give Lin Yun a chance to determine the outcome, just like him and Juechen, otherwise Lin Yun will still have to admit defeat with a high probability.”

Most of the discussions were sighs, and they weren’t met in nine games, and they were met in the last battle. Lin Yun’s luck was a bit bad, otherwise he won nine out of ten and won his streak to the end.

In the audience, Jifeng looked cold and motionless.

Except for the match against Juechen, his opponents all chose to admit defeat, and he didn’t think Lin Yun would be an accident. The prestige of the three kings and seven heroes is a deadly deterrent to these dark horses.

Suddenly, countless eyes fell on Lin Yun, waiting for his decision.

Bai Lixuan, Ji Wuye, Wu Xiaotian, Nangong Wanyu, Li Mubai… Whether they are familiar or unfamiliar, they are all curious about what decision he will make.

Feeling these many sights, the burial flower hidden in its sheath vibrated and buzzed.

To the sword’s heart, indomitable!

Lin Yun carried the funeral flower, and landed on the Shenglongtai, his steps did not hesitate at all.