Chapter 803

"No problem."

Lin Yun closed his eyes and reassured everyone not to worry too much.

However, his eyes were not opened in time and were still tightly closed, which made people feel a little worried.

After all, this group stage is about to end, and Lin Yun will be on the stage soon. The next opponent, whether it is Li Mubai or Nangong Wanyu, is stronger than each other, and there is no room for mistakes.

so close!

Lin Yun secretly said in his heart that he was really surprised that Nangong Wanyu's Frost Sword Intent could be cultivated to such a degree.

Li Mubai's sword intent of mountains and rivers is also not weak, and even more magnificent. Unfortunately, this kind of sword intent is too large and requires extremely high kendo talent to cultivate perfection. Li Mubai's talent is not weak, but it is still a bit poor to master it completely. After all, his level is not enough.

It's okay to meet the weak, and it can be easily crushed by a few face-to-face encounters, and all the flaws are exposed when encountering a strong enemy.

On the other hand, Nangong Wanyu, his Frost Sword Intent was almost cultivated to the realm of transformation, completely used for his own use, and perfectly matched with his own swordsmanship and martial arts, and he could hardly find any flaws.

Lin Yun didn't give up, and poured the psychic sword intent into his eyes, wanting to peek.

However, I didn't expect that the last sword Nangong Wanyu made was too amazing. The light was so dazzling to ordinary people that it seemed like his eyes were about to be stabbed.

Lin Yun, who was infused with psychic sword intent, magnified every detail of the opponent ten times, and the light of sword intent that ordinary people could not see was as striking as a flame in his eyes.

You can imagine how dazzling the light of that last sword was in Lin Yun's eyes, it was as dazzling as the sun.

But Lin Yun didn't have nothing to gain. In that most dazzling sword, he finally saw some flaws.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

After all, with the nine changes of the Canglong, a little trauma will not hurt the bones, as long as it is not traumatized in the hands of the opponent.

With Li Mubai's admission of defeat on the Rising Dragon Stage, the dragon shadow on Nangong Wanyu's body reached nine feet in the blink of an eye, dazzling and eye-catching.

"What's the name of the last sword?"

Li Mubai knew that the loss was not wrong, except for a little loss, he was calm.

"Hongying, dream of breaking the sad bridge, Jinghong Zhaoying comes."

Nangong Wanyu replied.

Li Mubai said twice, if there is any so-called, then the last sword really has the artistic conception of Jinghong Zhaoying. However, Meng Duan Sad Bridge is a bit difficult to understand, perhaps this is the gap between him and him.

"No wonder you will win against me, the gap between you and me is indeed a bit big."

Li Mubai smiled relievedly and did not say much.

boom!

The two of them rose like swords in the sky, as if they were shocked, and they left everyone's sight in an instant.

It has to be said that although this battle is a point of learning so far. But it is equally wonderful, especially the last sword of Nangong Wanyu is amazing, but it is less thrilling.

At the same time, there is also a battle among the three groups, which is eye-catching.

It was Fang Hanluo who faced Juechen, who ranked seventh on the Dragon Cloud Rankings last year, although he lost a move by Jifeng. But in the subsequent battles, the strength that was fully displayed was amazing, and the tenacity of Aoki Jue's cultivation to a super high level made people stunned.

Many rookie dark horses were consumed alive in front of him, but his true essence was inexhaustible. Even the injuries on his body can keep recovering during the battle, which is impressive.

Regarding Juechen's evaluation, everyone agreed that if he couldn't crush him within ten moves, even the three little kings would have enough.

This rating is quite high.

Fang Hanluo and Juechen did not intend to compete for the seed spot. Both of them have already qualified for the promotion. Logically speaking, this battle should have been a bit tasteless.

But no one thought that Juechen would encounter Fang Hanluo, a madman, and beat him to death.

After hundreds of tricks, Fang Hanluo's face was pale, blood was constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and his body was covered in scars. There is absolutely no possibility of the situation being reversed, but he just refuses to admit defeat, and is playing the trick he used to play before.

Push yourself to the brink of life and death, and then seek a breakthrough.

Many people felt that he was a little naive, and that he might really be beaten to death when he met Juechen.

The main reason is that his realm is already very high, and it is easy before he wants to break through. And Juechen is not an ordinary opponent. He is like a grinding disc with no traces of water, never giving you a fatal blow, but slowly grinding you.

The fighting on the scene was brutal and even bloody.

Juechen, who looked rather humble on the outside, moved his hand like a piece of wood, and he took it unhurriedly.

There is a vision behind him, it is a magnificent sea, and a god tree that supports the sky is looming in the big waves.

Every slap was like a branch on Fang Hanluo's body, dripping with blood and scarred. When Fang Hanluo wanted to counterattack, Juechen receded like a tidal wave, always letting him go empty.

Between the advance and retreat, Fang Hanluo's injuries continued to worsen, giving the impression that he would fall down at any time.

boom!

But just when everyone felt that Fang Hanluo was about to die, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from him. No Jitailai, the coercion skyrocketed, and with a single blow, Juechen's ultimate move was directly shattered.

"Half-step Celestial Soul!"

"I'm going, I broke through again!"

"This guy really can't be beaten to death. This can be turned over in a desperate situation."

The complexion of the warriors in the viewing seat changed greatly, and they couldn't help exclaiming, which was really unexpected.

A strange color flashed in Juechen's eyes, and when the tide receded, he found that the ground was covered with frost at some point.

Ka Ka Ka!

His vision is being frozen a little bit, and it is spreading continuously, and it is about to spread to the whole body. Fang Hanluo grinned: "Hey, I admit defeat."

The dragon shadow on Juechen's body skyrocketed, but there was a look of anger in his eyes. This guy must have taken the opportunity to end the game to stabilize his cultivation.

Not only did he make a breakthrough in his cultivation, he even improved his will of the ice, and he completely regarded himself as a whetstone.

If I knew it earlier, I just killed it with a heavy hand.

"Hahaha, thank you Brother Chen for helping me break through, see you in the top 20 qualifying competition!"

Fang Hanluo laughed and walked away, covered in scars, but there was no sign of embarrassment.

Juechen clearly won, but his face is not very good-looking. The top 20 will compete for the top ten, and it will be a little difficult to defeat this son at that time.

"Fang Hanluo is really a strange person, isn't the luck better?"

"Luck is too difficult to say, but this guy is really weird. He was about to die several times, and he survived."

"I have observed him several times since the points competition. At the beginning, it was only the strength outside the last Longyun list, but now he has used the qualification to hit the top ten, monster."

"This feast of dragons is becoming more and more incomprehensible."

The waves caused by this battle are not small, Fang Hanluo made a breakthrough again in danger, and his status among the rookies has also risen, which can be slightly comparable to Zhu Qingshan and others.

It didn't take long for the second group to finish all the games, and Yan Longzi succeeded in gaining the seed spot under the referee's reading.

No one disagrees, no one challenges.

In the envious look of everyone, Yan Longzi sneered and returned to his seat in the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.

The benefits of the seed quota do not need to be repeated, one less round of battles, stable top ten, and full advantage. These regulations make the strong stronger and the weak weaker, which invisibly increases the difficulty for the rising stars to challenge the three little kings.

But no one can say more, after all, this kind of sub-slot is also based on strength, not a default.

Immediately after the three groups of games were played, as expected, Yu Haotian took the seed spot.

After waiting for a while, the competition of one group was over, and Zi Lei Zong Zao Wou-Ki won the seed spot for that group.

The three little kings suddenly became very sharp, making people sigh with emotion. After all, the three little kings are still unmatched, and their strength is outrageous.

The group battle is coming to an end, and only four groups are still fighting.

There are no three little kings in the fourth group, and there are not many games that voluntarily admit defeat, and the ending time is definitely slower than the other groups.

"Lin Yun vs. Li Mubai!"

Time passed, and in a short while, there were only two battles left in the four groups.

Both battles were related to Lin Yun, and as the referee's voice fell, he and Li Mubai climbed the ascending dragon platform one after another.

boom!

The moment the two landed, there was a sound of swords in their bodies, and the majestic sword intent rushed into the sky, the sky and the earth paled, and the wind and clouds rose together.

For a time, everyone was watching.

The other groups have already ended the evildoers, such as Zhu Qingshan, Bai Lixuan, Jiang Ziye, Wu Xiaotian, and even San Xiaowang, all of them are paying attention to this battle.

This battle is very important. If Lin Yun is defeated, Nangong Wanyu will basically lock the seed quota in advance.

If Lin Yun wins, there are still variables in the seed quota.

However, the results of this battle were mostly in favor of Li Mubai. The battle between Lin Yun and Lin Tao has exposed Canglong's nine-transformation trump card, and there is also a gap between the two in kendo talent.

Lin Yun only had the innate sword intent of peak perfection, while Li Mubai combined the will of mountains and rivers to condense the more powerful sword intent of mountains and rivers.

Li Mubai looked at Lin Yun, his expression was a little solemn, but he did not take the enemy too lightly, and pondered: "One sword will determine the outcome, right?"

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar.

Li Mubai had the advantage, choosing one move to determine the outcome, Lin Yun undoubtedly took advantage.

"you sure?"

Lin Yun didn't care, he had seen through the opponent's moves, there was no difference between one move and one hundred moves.

"If the outcome is already doomed, it's better to end it sooner, what do you think?"

Li Mubai smiled, looked gentle, and said lightly.

Everyone looked suddenly, it seemed that Li Mubai was defeated by Nangong Wanyu before, and his interest in Lin Yun was greatly diminished, and he did not want to fight with him for too long.

"It's not good to be so conceited before we fight."

Lin Yun glanced at him and wanted to remind the other party not to be careless, otherwise it would be meaningless even if he won. Li Mubai shook his head slightly, secretly saying that the other party still didn't understand, and after a while, he explained: "It's not conceited, it's just that the gap between you and me is the difference between the sky and the earth, I am the white cloud in the sky, you are the soil on the ground, the scenery you see is not the same. The same. I am an eagle who sees the vastness of the world, and you

It's just the stronger one of the ants. No matter how strong the body is, it can't change the fact that you are an ant. "

"Lin Yun, I'm different from you."

Li Mubai looked at Lin Yun and said quite seriously, he wanted the other party to recognize this fact.

Although he was defeated by Nangong Wanyu, he was still an opponent at one level, and he was not a swordsman at this level at all.

"Yes, I'm not like you."

Lin Yun did not refute, but replied calmly.

"No, you don't know what that means, but you will soon."

Li Mubai kept smiling.

The voice fell, and the two stepped back and opened the distance, each gaining momentum, preparing to decide the outcome with one sword.

With a sonorous sound, Li Mubai drew his sword and unsheathed it, and the dazzling sword light instantly illuminated the entire Shenglong Terrace. He stabbed his sword into the sky and stood up, with mountains and rivers behind him, criss-crossing, city buildings rising from the ground, it was the magnificent vision evolved by the sword intent of mountains and rivers.

Boom!

Such a terrifying sword stance made Shenglongtai tremble wherever it passed. It seemed that as Li Mubai approached, the whole world surrendered to his sword, making the piercing sword even more dazzling.

Lin Yun didn't move, he seemed to be shocked by the sword's momentum, and he couldn't even draw the sword.

Seeing this scene, everyone secretly shook their heads, the gap is indeed a bit big. It wasn't obvious when Lin Yun and Lin Tao played against each other, but against a real swordsman, the gap was immediately apparent.

The corners of Li Mubai's mouth raised slightly, and the sword intent of the mountains and rivers behind him surged again, reaching an extremely astonishing level.

It can be seen that he has some intentions to regain his position on Lin Yun, defeating Lin Yun with this sword, and crushing him strongly.

boom!

But just as the sword was about to stab, Lin Yun moved. His sword was not sheathed and stabbed out like lightning.

There is nothing fancy about his sword, but only pushes the peak perfect innate sword intent to the limit, highlighting a quick word.

If you don't move like a mountain, if you move, you can't hide your ears.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the end of Lin Yun's scabbard stabbed heavily into Li Mubai's chest. Behind him, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the buildings in the city fell apart in an instant, turning into ashes in an instant.

The sword in Li Mubai's hand was only half an inch away from Lin Yun's heart, but this half inch was like a gulf that could not be crossed.

Click!

The sound of the body protecting the true essence shattering sounded, Li Mubai spat out blood, and he was shaken and flew out at a faster speed, fell to the ground with a bang, and rolled several times.

Whoa!

quick! too fast!

The situation was reversed too quickly, and everyone knew that the electric light and flint were momentary. Li Mubai, who was attacking with a crushing force, clearly had the chance to win, and was blown away in an extremely embarrassed moment.

"how can that be?"

Everyone's eyes widened, seeing this scene in disbelief.

Li Mubai's heart trembled, and there was a look of extreme astonishment in his eyes, he couldn't believe that he was defeated at all.

"No, you haven't used your sword yet, this move doesn't count."

When he woke up like a dream, Li Mubai slapped the ground heavily with his palm, and wanted to get up and fight again.

No sword?

as you wish.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and drew his sword, with the blessing of his true essence infused with sword intent, and the burial flower in the flowing water came out of its sheath with lightning. boom! The sound of the sword roared, and the funeral flower roared like a blue dragon, and let it go.

This sword is exactly the starting style of Ba Jian, one sword slashing clouds, one sword moving nine days, one sword sweeping the eight wastes, and one sword flattening the four seas.

Nine days of floating clouds, eight deserts and four seas!

Pfft!

Li Mubai just got up when this sword came like a dragon, piercing his chest instantly. His face was instantly pale, and his eyes showed horror. He quickly abandoned the sword and grabbed the body of the burial flower sword with both hands, trying to prevent the sword from passing through the entire hole.

Boom!

But the sound of this sword was too powerful, and his whole body was shaken by the sword, and in the blink of an eye, he was wrapped around and flew out of the Dragon Terrace. Then there was a loud noise, and he was nailed to the statue of Shenlong by the lake. The long sword buzzed and hung on him and trembled.

Lin Yun looked at the other party and said lightly, "Of course you and I are different. You are just trash, how can you be the same as me?"

Since the feast of dragons, the funeral dude has shown his publicity and pride for the first time. His blue shirt is like a cloud, his long hair is flying, and the edge between his brows is wanton, and his eyes shudder.

Once the hero draws his sword, it is another ten years of tribulation.

Eight thousand years of fame and dust, ninety thousand miles of light.

Haoyue lives forever, and Sword Sect is immortal. Bajian rises to power, who will compete with me!