Chapter 769

When everyone was secretly suspicious, the situation on the Rising Dragon Stage was changing rapidly.

In many people's opinion, Yang Teng's sword is not in chaos, and the injury is not the key. For a demon of Yang Teng's level, such an injury is completely harmless.

As long as he survives two moves, the boundless momentum accumulated by Dayan Sword Art will launch a thunderous counterattack.

As the so-called one-shot, and then decline, three and exhausted.

It is impossible for Ye Qingfeng to maintain the current fierce momentum to the end, as that will quickly deplete his true essence.

The situation was as expected, when Ye Qingfeng's ultimate move changed again, Yang Teng looked quite embarrassed. Still retreating step by step, he was almost forced out of the Rising Dragon Platform, but the sword stance on his body was still intact.

The scattered Sword Intent even became more and more vast, like water waves scattered on the vast Shenglong Platform.

As long as he waits for him to launch a counterattack, it will definitely be extremely fierce, and Ye Qingfeng, who has exhausted his momentum, must be hard to resist.

"There is only one move left. I want to see how Ye Qingfeng can defeat Yang Teng."

Bai Ling sneered and glanced at Lin Yun, the corners of her mouth seemed rather disdainful.

Bang!

But when his voice fell, there was a sudden shock on the stage, but Ye Qingfeng looked grim and smashed his foot on the ring.

Boom!

The Shenglong Terrace in the Nine Dragons Lake suddenly trembled violently, and the surrounding lake water kept stirring. The Dayan sword potential that Yang Teng diffused out was all shaken by this foot, like a calm lake being shattered by one foot.

Yang Teng's face changed slightly, the sword stance that spread out was his trump card for counterattacking the opponent later.

How to win if shattered?

Hiss!

But just as he was about to make a move, the shattered sword force didn't listen to his commands, and the purple moon shrouded in the arena flourished and devoured it frantically.

For a time, that Ziyue was like a bottomless pit, and the broken sword force turned into a trace of smoke, which kept pouring into it.

boom!

The moonlight was dazzling for a while, especially dazzling, and Yang Teng was obviously surprised by the sudden change.

"defeat!"

Ye Qingfeng roared, strode forward, and bathed in the purple moonlight. The claws turned into fists, and the strike was like lightning, slamming towards his heart.

clang!

The fist light fell on the sword, and with a tremor, Yang Teng still threw up blood and flew wildly. Obviously, Yang Teng's hasty return to defense could not stop the terrifying blow at all.

He was directly blasted out of the ring, and the black and yellow aura in the jade pendant around his waist was continuously plundered.

"Purple Moon Heart Sutra!"

Aoki Pavilion's Bai Ling's face looked a little ugly. He obviously underestimated the power of this unique skill, and he was able to devour those swords for his own use at a critical moment.

Senior Brother Bai Ling, Juechen from Nanhua Qiying Middle School looked at Lin Yun with a rather calm expression.

It seems that he is not surprised by this result, just a little curious, how Lin Yun saw it.

As for the others, their faces were a bit complicated, and they were really the same as what Lin Yun said. Within two moves, Ye Qingfeng defeated Yang Teng and slapped Bai Ling in the face.

The secret confrontation came to an end, and no one dared to underestimate Lin Yun again.

The scuffle between Groups 7 and 4 continued unhurriedly. Feng Wudao, Fang Hanluo, Juechen and others who had performed brilliantly in the points match won their respective victories one after another.

Among them, Juechen was the most powerful, his opponent did not admit defeat, and seemed to want to take a chance.

After all, both sides are losing, it is better to fight, the blood of many young leaders in the knockout match has been inspired. In the face of these terrifying characters in Qiyingzhong, it is not like the first round of the points competition, and no one directly admits defeat without showing up.

Unfortunately, this is too strong.

Most people didn't even see how he shot, and his opponent spat out blood and was directly sent flying from the air.

Feng Wudao is a master who has won all the way in the seven groups. He still continues the myth of his winning streak. The victory is neat and domineering.

It gives the impression that there are still many hidden means that have not been sacrificed.

On the other hand, Fang Hanluo, who became stronger the more he fought, was accustomed to breaking through his own quirks in wars, and the victory was a bit of a fluke. His opponent was very strong, and the two finally fought more than 500 moves before he barely won and was not seriously injured.

But looking at his indifferent face, it makes people feel very strange.

"The mixed group battle, Lin Yun versus Bai Ling!"

The referee's voice sounded again. Among the dazzling characters, Lin Yun and Bai Ling, who had not yet appeared, were actually grouped together.

"Ye Qingfeng, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

After the two came to power, someone asked Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng already knew that Lin Yun had previously asserted that two moves would win. That person also wanted to test his eyesight to see how he defined Lin Yun in his eyes.

Ye Qingfeng smiled lightly, glanced at Juechen, and pondered: "Although I don't like this kid very much, but Qingmu Pavilion ranks at the bottom of the nine overlords, just because Bai Ling wants to defeat Lin Yun, there is no 50% chance."

In front of Juechen, Ye Qingfeng, who was born in Ziyuedongtian, dared to be so arrogant when he said that the background of Qingmu Pavilion was not good.

"Maybe, but it's not that easy for Lin Yun to win against Bai Ling. It's hard to tell the outcome."

Juechen smiled mysteriously, as if Bai Ling still had a strong hole card in her hand.

On the Shenglong platform.

Bai Ling looked at Lin Yun coldly, and pondered: "Your eyesight is good, but you are a master, but it's not just your eyesight. It's not as easy as you think if you want to win."

He didn't say these words to Lin Yun, but to himself.

To a certain extent, eyesight is strength, and you can see far when you stand tall. The mixed group faced Lin Yun in the first battle, and Bai Ling's pressure was still quite great.

"Maybe it's simpler than I thought."

Lin Yun looked calm and said casually.

Bai Ling frowned, Lin Yun's calm attitude made him a little nervous and nervous. That cloudy and light look didn't seem to take himself too seriously, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

What kind of cards does this guy have?

Both of them have won ten consecutive wins in their respective groups to advance. This battle is destined to end the winning streak, attracting the attention of many spectators.

"I can feel the sword intent in your body, use the sword, otherwise you may not even have the chance to draw the sword."

With the burial foil in hand, Lin Yun looked at the other party and said calmly.

As soon as this statement came out, there was a lot of uproar. Bai Ling's previous ten-game winning streak did not use a sword.

"Arrogant! Who wins and who loses, maybe?"

The anger in Bai Ling's eyes could no longer be suppressed, but he did as Lin Yun said, raised his hand and drew his sword.

Clang!

The sound of the sword was loud and clear, the light of the sword flickered, and the majestic sword force rose into the sky like a violent water column. In an instant, the sword power on Bai Ling's body reached an extremely powerful level, which made many people's eyes shine.

"wind!"

The moment the sword surged, Bai Ling killed him with his sword, the wind swirled, and the white-collar men's swords came together like a waterspout.

This move is somewhat similar to Lin Yun's Sky Broken Cloud, but the mood is completely different.

The wind is the main, the water is the supplement, and the human and the sword are one.

click! click!

Another sword sound rang out, the funeral flower came out of its sheath an inch, and the waterspout that rushed over shattered. When all the burial flowers were pulled out, the sword body like autumn water shone with dreamlike light, and Bai Ling's figure was directly forced out.

"So strong."

Bai Ling was secretly surprised. Among his peers, he had never seen such a terrifying swordsmanship. Just the imposing manner of raising his sword and unsheathing broke his ultimate move.

Thoughts moved slightly, Bai Ling knew that she could no longer retain her strength, and activated Sword Intent.

Under the blessing of sword intent, Bai Ling's broken sword force reassembled like dust, and it became more condensed and thicker for you. From the sand dunes to the towering mountains, the solitary peaks rise, unstoppable.

This is the power of sword intent!

Lin Yun's expression was calm, he didn't use his sword intent, he only met the enemy with the Purple Yuan Sword Art.

The next moment, the figures of the two of them kept flashing on the battlefield. In the changing figure, the blades collided and sparks splashed.

Many people in the audience suddenly fixed their eyes on the two people who were fighting. This battle is indeed exciting enough, the swordsmanship of the two is extremely sharp, and the cultivation base is equally unfathomable.

The sword light that passed by from time to time was dazzling and stunning.

Fuzzy figures, shaking constantly, every staggering is thrilling. All the leaders with some strengths are thrilled and addicted to watching.

But gradually, some doubts arose in these people's hearts, Lin Yun didn't use sword intent?

According to rumors, Lin Yun's sword intent is unfathomable, and it is the existence of phoenix hair water chestnut in the entire South China ancient region.

But at the moment, the fight is so dangerous, that Lin Yun can kill his opponent indistinguishably with only his superb swordsmanship.

Lin Yun didn't think about it too much. He had long thought about it, and he wouldn't expose his cards if he could.

Furthermore, he didn't care much, and the Ziyuan Sword Art had little reservation. The ice-crystal-like purple irises in the Zifu had already bloomed halfway, and the vast real essence filled the body, and the sword strength poured into the burial flowers was not weak at all.

After entanglement for a long time, Bai Ling has never been able to gain the slightest advantage. Lin Yun was like a bottomless cold pool. The more they fought, the more unfathomable they could feel.

I don't believe it, I can't force your true strength.

Bai Ling knew that she couldn't see through the depths of the opponent, and she would never have a chance to win, so she roared angrily.

"The autumn wind and leaves sweep the world!"

He pushed his Xiaocheng Sword Intent to the limit, the autumn wind blew, and a sense of sadness filled Shenglongtai. The sound of woo woo, the chill in the ears of the person, and the body can't help shaking.

The perfect fusion of sword intent and sword art artistic conception, this Bai Ling does have some talent, and this ultimate move can only be mastered by a master.

It's a pity...it ran into me.

Broken clouds!

Lin Yun's wrist flicked violently, and ten waterspouts whizzed away, covering the sky and the sun, squeezing the entire Shenglongtai without any gaps.

Ka Ka Ka!

Under the two ultimate moves, Bai Ling was instantly blown away, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. His pupils shrank sharply, what kind of cultivation method this guy is practicing, and it is incredible that such a powerful killing move can burst out in an instant.

Can't hide.

"All-powerful!"

A ruthless look flashed in Bai Ling's eyes. This move was extremely powerful, and it could even severely damage a half-step celestial spirit. He hasn't fully grasped it yet, and once he sacrifices it, he will be seriously injured.

But at this point, there is nothing to be afraid of.

He held the hilt of the sword in both hands, his clothes were agitated frantically, and lightning flashed above his head. As the momentum climbed wildly, Bai Ling's expression became extremely ferocious, and he gave the impression that even the Dragon Terrace could be split in half.

Lin Yun paused in his heart, and felt the aura of danger. It was the first time that the dragons were fighting at a feast.

But almost instinctively, the moment that terrifying ultimate move was about to be sacrificed, Lin Yun sacrificed Dacheng's Innate Sword Intent.

The same is the Innate Sword Intent, but the difference between Xiaocheng and Dacheng is like the gap between heaven and earth.

In particular, the Innate Sword Intent mastered by Lin Yun is almost beyond his ability to think, including his opponents, and even Lin Yun himself.

He just felt threatened, and his body reacted instinctively, with the least cost and the fastest speed.

Pfft!

In an instant, Bai Ling, who raised his sword in both hands, spit out blood, and the person flew out like a rainbow light and landed on the shore.

His sword was still in the air, but the man passed out on the shore, and blood kept pouring out of the wound on his chest.

rock!

The long sword fell to the ground, swayed, and made a crisp sound, which woke everyone up.

One by one, their eyes widened, staring at Lin Yun, their eyes almost popping out, but it was as if their necks were strangled and they were speechless.

What kind of swordsmanship is this? The gods and ghosts were startled, and they scared people to death quickly.