Chapter 802

Pfft!

Yang Lie spat out a mouthful of blood, and the moment Bai Lixuan put his sword back into its sheath, he clearly felt that the Thunder Sword Intent on his body had weakened a lot.

Otherwise, he couldn't even spit out the blood, and it would be even more uncomfortable.

"Teached."

Yang Lie coughed several times, with a look of sadness in his eyes, this defeat was not wrong. The opponent defeated him dignifiedly, without any luck, that is to say, he still had to lose hundreds of battles in hundreds of battles.

The two are not equals, not rivals at the same level.

Thinking of this, Yang Lie couldn't help feeling a little sad, thinking that the other party had the Holy Body. I am afraid that in the future, no, I am afraid that I will not be able to catch up with each other in this life.

This feeling is even more uncomfortable than the injury on his body, and it is a big blow to him who is striving for the top ten.

But the road of martial arts is so cruel, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

"I surrender."

After a long time, Yang Lie said unwillingly.

Roar!

There was Longyin roaring, and Longyin in Bai Lixuan rushed out, directly swallowing most of the opponent's Xuanhuang Qi. Yang Lie's dragon shadow dropped from seven feet to three feet, his heart was bleeding, and his face couldn't help but turn paler.

boom!

The light flickered, and the dragon shadow on Bai Lixuan's body successfully reached the gigantic height of nine feet, becoming the fifth wizard to reach the nine-foot dragon shadow after the three little kings and Lin Yun.

"Assignment."

When Long Ying escaped into the body, Bai Lixuan handed over and left.

"What a great duel. This Bai Lixuan won really beautifully. His winning team has definitely appeared in this battle, and he has a good chance to compete for the top ten."

"Nan Hua Qiying fell one by one, which is really surprising."

"Now it seems that Bai Lixuan has to be at the level of Lin Yun and Zhu Qingshan, but Fang Hanluo and Yue Weiwei, it remains to be seen."

"Fang Hanluo is too uncertain, and Yue Weiwei has a naughty personality, so she doesn't feel very serious."

"Hey, no matter what, this feast of dragons is really exciting. The remaining suspense is who among the four groups will be able to win the seed spot. Nangong Wanyu and Li Mubai are staring at Lin Yun's mysterious yellow aura. !"

This wonderful duel can be described as an eye-opener, and the people watching Bai Lixuan's victory are enthusiastic.

That young man is full of energy and sharp-edged, which is eye-opening.

The group battle is about to end, only the last three or four rounds are left, and the next battle can't help but be more intense.

As for the seed quota of each group, it has gradually become clear.

One group was Zao Wou-Ki from Purple Thunder Sect, the second group was Yan Longzi from Tian Yao Pavilion, and the third group was Yu Haotian. Those who dared to fight with them were almost inseparable from what everyone had guessed before, and they basically lost face to face.

As for those who are really qualified to put pressure on them, or have a chance to win, such as Bai Lixuan, Zhu Qingshan, Jiang Ziye, Wu Xiaotian, etc., they seemed rather calm and simply chose to admit defeat.

They think very clearly, not to enter the top ten, not to expose their real cards in front of these people.

After all, once they fail, they are likely to die in the hands of these three little kings.

As for the fourth group, after Lin Tao was beheaded, the situation was not completely clear.

Whether it is Lin Yun, Nangong Wanyu or Li Mubai, they all have the opportunity to get the seed spot. Now looking at who of the three meets who first, the remaining person will take advantage, but it won't be that easy.

After all, the three of them have to fight each other, which is unavoidable.

The rules of the group of dragons fighting each other minimize the elements of luck and luck, even if they really lose.

There is also a chance to challenge the Jedi, strength is king.

Not long after, Lin Yun came on the stage, and his opponent was the top 20-odd evildoer on the last Longyun Ranking.

Without wasting time, Lin Yun took out his tyrannical sword, dashed to thunder and slashed electricity in one stroke, and shattered the sun in one stroke, and then used another sword to explode the stars, directly crushing his opponent.

He only had two duels left, Li Mubai and Nangong Wanyu, he just didn't know who they would meet first.

Luck seemed to be on Lin Yun's side, and after he came off the court, only one round had passed.

The referee's voice rang out, "Team 4, Li Mubai vs. Nangong Wanyu!"

When the voice fell, the expressions of the two were a little surprised, and it took a long time to recover.

Both Li Mubai and Nangong Wanyu laughed bitterly.

But I didn't expect that the two would meet directly. The world is unpredictable, and it is really a bit of luck.

"Brother Lin, you are lucky,"

Feng Ye said with a smile, and Hufa Mei and the others on the side also sighed in relief, with a little hope in their eyes.

This is really good luck, if this person has a life-and-death battle, it will undoubtedly be great news for Lin Yun.

Lin Yun smiled and said nothing.

luck?

nonexistent.

He had played against Lin Tao before, and he had already exposed Canglong's nine changes. If this trump card is not exposed, it can be imagined that in the fight against Nangong Wanyu and Li Mubai, it can take a lot of advantages.

It's hard for anyone to think that a swordsman's body and boxing would be so tyrannical.

In the feast of dragons, there is no such thing as luck. The real powerhouse can only rely on strength.

However, Lin Yun will definitely take a good look at the fight between the two. He has not been arrogant to the point of being arrogant.

Either Li Mubai or Nangong Wanyu were strong enemies, and they all had trump cards in their hands that were not exposed.

call out!

Two sword lights flickered, and Li Mubai and Nangong Wanyu climbed the Dragon Platform at the same time. The sword qi styles on the two were very different, but they were extremely powerful.

The invisible sword intent on the body is faint, and even the naked eye can see some visions, which is a sign that the peak perfect innate sword intent is extremely powerful.

The two of them can barely be considered half-step psychic, but they are one step away from the real psychic sword intent.

At this step, the gap between the sky and the earth has been crossed, but if it cannot be reached, it will only be possible to find another way.

"The last time we fought was probably four years ago."

Li Mubai said softly.

Four years ago, he was defeated by the opponent and lost the title of No. 1 Swordsman in the Ancient South China Region, although he was often compared with Nangong Wanyu.

But the real name in the southern region, like thunder, is Nangong Wanyu.

Everyone only cares who the first swordsman is, and no one cares about the name of the second swordsman. The same is true for Li Mubai. Not being first or second is a kind of humiliation. It is better not to have it.

Nangong Wanyu said softly, "Indeed, it's been four years in the blink of an eye. Let's make a move. It's time for a comparison between you and me."

The smell of gunpowder between the two is not as big as outsiders imagined. First, the two have a good relationship and have known each other for a long time.

Second, both of them didn't like Lin Yun very much, and didn't want to give him too many opportunities to take advantage.

So much so that after the two fought against each other, this supposedly fierce confrontation seemed much duller.

The competition between the two is more like a sparring, rather than a life-threatening battle for the seed spot, which means that they have reached the point.

Although it still looks quite exciting, it is still a little less flavorful, which is slightly disappointing.

"It seems that Nangong Wanyu and Li Mubai are determined to keep the seed players in their hands."

"The two of them decide the outcome of the competition. Whoever wins will be the seeded player. I guess that's the way of thinking. In fact, that's fine. The two of them are quite graceful with each other."

"Demeanor returns to demeanor, Lin Yun is a pity, he and Lin Tao are fighting for their lives."

This battle attracted a lot of attention, but unfortunately, in terms of the level of excitement, this match was slightly inferior to Bai Lixuan's match against Yang Lie.

Lin Yun didn't think about it too much, he stared at the two of them intently, his thoughts like electricity.

In his eyes, the contest between the two is quite exciting, and there is not much reservation. Although it's been mentioned, there is no humility between them, and the two of them have a strong desire to compete for the seed quota.

Whether it was Nangong Wanyu's Frost Sword Intent or Li Mubai's Mountain and River Sword Intent, they all opened his eyes.

"Amazing. Wu Xiaotian told me before that Nangong Wanyu took a different path, so that's what he meant."

Lin Yun whispered to himself, under the circumstance that he could not grasp the psychic sword intent, he realized the will of ice and then perfectly integrated with his own sword intent, thus giving birth to a new martial arts will.

It has both the sharpness and sharpness of Kendo, and the characteristics of the way of ice. If it can be played to the extreme, it is equally tyrannical.

It's just that at the moment, compared with his own psychic sword intent, it still tastes a little worse.

Sword Intent Psychic is a realm from intangible to intangible and spiritual. It is a bit of a mouthful to say, but it is not complicated to explain.

The Innate Sword Intent needs to be blessed in martial arts to show lethality, which makes the original swordsmanship formidable exponentially increase several times or even more than ten times, to the point of appalling.

There is no need for this kind of psychic sword intent, it can exist alone, that is the gap between heaven and earth.

If it is said that the original sword intent, it can smash the ancient tree that supports the sky and grind it into powder at a distance of a thousand meters. Psychic Sword Intent can do it, support the ancient tree to die without breaking, it can smash the vitality.

The psychic Sword Intent is still nothingness, but it has a spirit, and only through psychics can nothingness be shattered.

Just like the feast of dragons, Lin Yun made his first appearance. Just one look made the opponent feel uncomfortable, as if he had walked through the gate of hell. The opponent is not an illusion, because if he doesn't admit defeat, Lin Yun only needs to take a step forward to make him fall.

Nangong Wanyu and Li Mubai could barely compete with themselves unless they comprehend the Sword Intent of Frost Ice and Sword Intent of Mountains and Rivers to a similar level.

Otherwise, the dimensions of the two are not the same, that is, the high-dimensional fights the low-dimensional, and the peak of the low-maintenance refinement has no possibility of defeating the high-dimensional.

"Nangong Wanyu is going to win."

Just when others were shocked and felt that the two of them were inseparable, Lin Yun suddenly said.

"So sure?"

On the side, Protector Mei, Feng Ye and the others asked curiously.

"Just wait and see."

While Lin Yun was thinking about it, he also kept his eyes on the battlefield. He could clearly notice that there were large cracks in Li Mubai's mountain and river sword intent, revealing many flaws.

On the other hand, Nangong Wanyu's Frigid Sword Intent was still icy and piercing.

"Interesting, isn't this person flawed?"

Lin Yun squeezed his chin, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he quietly used a little psychic sword intent.

Immediately, in his eyes, there were many more pictures that outsiders could not see. Li Mubai's side of the mountains and rivers is already riddled with holes and fires everywhere, and he can only maintain it.

On the other hand, the sword light scattered around Nangong Wanyu's body was like a piece of delicate ice-cold jade.

Click!

There was a sound of broken jade, and the beautiful jade exploded with a bang, and the sword power of Nangong Wanyu suddenly soared. On the Rising Dragon Stage, outsiders saw a stunning sword light that could not be described in words. The moment that sword light appeared, everything in the world was eclipsed.

The people who watched it even forgot to exclaim and were completely immersed in it.

Pfft!

When he woke up, Li Mubai retreated frantically, with a look of horror in his eyes. Reaching out and touching his neck, there was a faint bloodstain on his neck, with a little coolness, which made him feel frighteningly cold all over his body and shivered.

Although it was a sparring, this last sword could kill him with just a little force.

The victory and defeat on the stage were already divided, and there was blood overflowing from the corners of Lin Yun's eyes under the stage.

His eyes were hurt.

"Lin Yun, what's wrong with your eyes?" Hufa Mei and the others exclaimed in surprise, their expressions changed greatly. How could their eyes be hurt at such a critical time.