Covered by the dark and heavy thundercloud, Feng Wudao's aura was unparalleled, and he looked at Lin Yun coldly, with a condescending taste.
"Jianyi is nothing special. Others are afraid of you, Lin Yun, but I am not afraid!"
Feng Wudao stared at Lin Yun and said coldly.
He has always been paying attention to Lin Yun, especially the battle between him and Bai Ling, the sword intent that Lin Yun showed at the end was eye-opening and amazing.
This battle made Lin Yun's popularity skyrocket, completely throwing Feng Wudao away.
Many people even believed that Lin Yun and Feng Wudao were no longer rivals at the same level, and not many people thought that he would win this battle.
In the depths of Feng Wudao's heart, he was quite undisturbed by this, and made up his mind to let these people take a good look.
The reaction of everyone in the spectator seat was exactly as he expected, after seeing such terrifying will of thunder. The warriors who paid attention to this battle were obviously quiet, their expressions were solemn, and they did not dare to jump to conclusions.
"Just do it, don't talk nonsense."
Lin Yun said lightly, without arguing.
Sword Intent is really nothing special, but it also scores someone, such as Bai Ling, his Sword Intent is worthless in front of Lin Yun.
Even if it is the same Sword Intent of Innate Xiaocheng, Lin Yun asked himself, he can easily crush the opponent. The training journey of the two, the perception of kendo, and the talent in kendo are completely incomparable.
"Thunderbolts!"
Feng Wudao took the lead. He was able to win streak so far, and his strength was obviously not weak. He didn't move.
boom!
The thunder cloud in the sky suddenly burst into a dull loud noise, the thunder was endless, and the palm of the hand glowed with purple light. Countless purple electric lights strayed in mid-air, and under the overlapping of countless lightning lights, they condensed into a giant thunder and lightning palm like a mountain and swept in.
Boom!
The Shenglongtai trembled, and the oncoming wind blew Lin Yun's clothes, as if he would be swept away at any time.
You can imagine how terrifying the impact will be when this palm awn strikes from the front.
Click!
A more dazzling light slowly split from top to bottom in the middle of the giant palm. When the giant thunder and lightning palm hit Lin Yun, it burst apart and flew away from him in two halves.
Lin Yun, who was in the middle, had some residual electric light blooming on his body, but he was not injured at all.
"Breaking Thunder!"
A strange color flashed in Feng Wudao's eyes, but he had long expected this move, and he couldn't really hurt Lin Yun.
The figure flashed, and the backhand, which had been prepared, bombarded Lin Yun like a stream of water.
click! click! click!
Lin Yun walked at will, the sword flashed like electricity, and the dazzling sword light could always smash the opponent's ultimate move before it fell.
"hateful."
Feng Wudao's complexion changed slightly, he found that his Thunder Will, although a little willed the opponent's Sword Intent. But as long as he launches an offensive and kills him, he will always be easily resolved.
If this goes on like this, when his true essence is exhausted, he cannot maintain such a thunderous pressure.
The sword intent of the other party's innate great success, I am afraid that in the blink of an eye, it will turn into a flood of beasts and engulf it.
No, let's fight fast!
Feng Wudao's heart slammed, and the thick thunderclouds in the sky rolled wildly in the blink of an eye.
"Thundercloud storm!"
He absorbed the experience of Bai Ling's defeat, and the ultimate move that he was going to use in the qualifying battle was almost unleashed by his thoughts.
Whoa!
The black thunderclouds in the sky suddenly fell like snowflakes, and the next moment there was a gust of wind. Thunder's condensed snowflakes instantly transformed into a terrifying storm under the gust of true essence instigated by Feng Wudao, sweeping towards Lin Yun with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.
The black thundercloud storm was as high as 100 feet, and the sharp aftermath emanating from the stirring was dispersed throughout the battlefield.
This blow has no dead ends.
Feng Wudao was confident that the opponent would be stirred up sooner or later. Once he entered the storm, the opponent's sword intent wouldn't have much use.
The swordsman's physical body has never been strong, and if his sword intent is abolished, he will undoubtedly lose.
Domineering sword, rush to thunder and cut electricity!
Lin Yun took a step forward, took one step out, and eighteen lightning-like sword lights shook from the funeral flower in his hand.
Every sword light shot into the sky, and the sword light, which was completely condensed by electric light, flashed with dazzling light. The speed of the sky is so fast that it is impossible to react.
Click!
Almost instantly, eighteen huge holes were stabbed out of the thick thunderclouds in the sky. The sunlight shines through the eighteen holes and shines on the sword light, making the light dazzling and terrifying.
The blue silk was like a waterfall, the blue clothes were like clouds, Lin Yun's right hand holding the sword turned slightly, and the eighteen electric lights overlapped in an instant.
The thick thunderclouds, which had been pierced with holes in the sky, were torn apart like a piece of cloth.
boom!
The originally terrifying thundercloud storm, like a monster, was annihilated under the sunlight.
Of course, anyone with slightly better eyesight can see it. This is because Feng Wudao's thunder will be broken, the foundation of the thunder cloud storm has been destroyed, and naturally it cannot exist. Even if he had already killed Lin Yun, he had to disperse like smoke.
Clang!
The funeral flower casually drew an arc in mid-air, Lin Yun retracted his sword and sheathed it, but that arc was condensed together with eighteen lightning-like sword beams, and spread out again like a flower.
Pfft!
Feng Wudao was extremely powerful, even if Thunderbolt's will was broken, he still avoided most of the sword beams.
But he was still hit by three swords, and one sword pierced his right shoulder, causing it to be shaken into the air. Another ray of sword light pierced through his left shoulder, and the majestic impact made it spin uncontrollably in mid-air.
Bang!
The last sword slammed into his heart, shattering his body-protecting essence. Spinning his in mid-air, like a sandbag, was thrown on the edge of the Shenglong Platform.
Everything happens in the blink of an eye.
It looked as if Lin Yun was clearly putting his sword back into its sheath, but Feng Wudao was bombarded by wisps of sword light after another. When the funeral flower was completely put into the sheath, Feng Wudao was already kneeling on the ground on one knee, and his clothes were already stained red with blood.
How fast the sword is, the flowers bloom like electricity.
"Excellent."
In the dull eyes of everyone, as if in a deep dream, many elders of the overlord-level forces have a solemn expression and slowly spit out these four words.
Ingenious, the first style of Ba Jian is simply arbitrary in Lin Yun, changing in many ways, and there is no trace of antelope hanging on its horns.
I can't think of any other words other than being ecstatic to describe such a profound realm.
Feng Wudao and Lin Yun were not experts at the same level at all, they were far from each other.
"What a swordsman wizard!"
Heavenly Sword Sect and Beixue Mountain Villa, the two powerful elders who established their sects with swords, both showed admiration in their eyes.
Now it seems that his kendo talent is not as simple as that of Nangong Wanyu.
The referee glanced at it, but he guessed that Lin Yun would win, but he didn't expect to win so beautifully. A set of swordsmanship that has never been shown before, it is obviously overbearing and scary, but it is like a flower in his hands, let it bloom, and it will perish.
"Won again. So far, Lin Yun is still winning. It's really scary. I thought it was a tough battle, but I didn't expect to win so suddenly."
"It has always been the innate sword intent from beginning to end, but it has also exposed some. The ultimate move he used is a sword technique that has never been shown before."
"This Lin Yun is really exciting. I really want to know how many cards he has."
When everyone woke up, their blood was boiling and they were excited.
It even felt that Lin Yun won the game, which was more enjoyable than their own victory, and seemed to have pinned all of his expectations on him invisibly.
"This guy is really popular."
Ye Qingfeng from Ziyuedongtian pouted his lips, showing no signs of confusion.
"Hey, don't you agree?"
Fang Hanluo, who was in the fourth group, smiled and said meaningfully.
"Are you convinced?"
Ye Qingfeng said coldly: "You and I have a high chance of running into him. I don't want to be a stepping stone for others. Before the qualifying battle, I don't want to let the winning streak end."
Fang Hanluo pinched his chin, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his eyes were burning with fighting intent, and he smiled: "I have a hunch that he should be able to fully stimulate my potential, as long as I beat him, I have a great chance at this year's Dragon Feast. Hit the top ten."
"I think too much."
For Fang Hanluo, Ye Qingfeng didn't take it seriously, slightly disdainful.
Just a madman, always looking for a breakthrough in the war, as long as he is a little careless, he will die miserably. Still want to enter the top ten, can survive the qualifying battle, are unknown.
As if to confirm his words, in the next battle, he only used three moves to defeat his opponent like a thunderous storm.
The tyranny of Sanjue Claw was once again displayed in front of the world.
The game continues.
The melee of other groups was equally exciting. Three Kings and Qiying appeared one after another, showing their strength to the world.
Rookies collide in advance, and the number of rookies who can maintain a winning streak is getting smaller and smaller.
Bai Lixuan, Yue Weiwei, and the mysterious black-robed swordsman Zhu Qingshan, these other rookies who were still maintaining their winning streak, became more and more dazzling.
The mysterious yellow aura in the dragon cloud jade pendant on his body, the overflowing light is as dazzling as the starlight, and it is extremely conspicuous.
After a few rounds, Lin Yun did not encounter a too tyrannical opponent, and won the game calmly.
Before he knew it, he had won fifteen games in a row.
"The sixth round, Lin Yun..."
The referee's voice sounded, and the moment the word Lin Yun appeared, the noise at the scene immediately fell silent.
A spectacle appeared, and countless people immediately looked away from the other Shenglong platforms and looked at them with fiery eyes.
The fourth group and the seventh group, many people who had not yet fought against Lin Yun, had ugly faces and secretly complained.
Now everyone knows the tyranny of Lin Yun, and the danger of his name is no less than Juechen and Jifeng.
"In the sixth round, Lin Yun faces Ye Qingfeng!"
The referee's voice completely fell, and the atmosphere at the scene immediately became hot. This battle must be exciting.
Ye Qingfeng is still winning streak, and he is also the only rookie under Ziyuedongtianmen who has performed so defiantly. The sect has high hopes for him.
"The two are finally right."
"Hey, in the fourth and seventh groups, apart from Juechen and Jifeng, Lin Yun doesn't have many real opponents, including Ye Qingfeng and Fang Hanluo."
"I don't know if Ziyue Dongtian's face can be preserved."
The voices of various discussions were heard, Ye Qingfeng sneered in his heart, and climbed the ascending dragon platform with an indifferent expression.
Soon, Lin Yun also went up.
Ye Qingfeng's eyes swept away, his eyes couldn't hide his excitement, and he smiled coldly: "I've been looking forward to this battle for a long time."
"Soon, you won't be looking forward to it."
Lin Yun said casually. Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingfeng's face turned dark, why should this kid be so arrogant!