Chapter 817

Little brother, the three moves have been passed!

The cold killing intent in Zao Wuji's eyes, combined with Sen Han, made everyone feel a terrible pressure on him.

Three swords!

The three swords that Bai Lixuan stabbed out, it can be said that one sword is more ruthless than the other, and it is powerful enough to make people look at it with admiration. Even when Thunder's will was crushed by the opponent, he still injured his opponent in the second sword with the help of Canglong Sword Art and profound kendo attainments.

If it wasn't for the fact that the opponent still had the will of the cloud in his hands, then the third sword might have really hit Zao Wou-Ki.

For example, Lin Yun and others can bridge it. Zao Wou-Ki's second move was already the limit, and he didn't have to face the third move.

Now that Zao Wou-Ki's voice fell, everyone could sense that he was about to sacrifice his true strength.

Three moves are over...

A look of astonishment flashed in Bai Lixuan's eyes, and then his face was rather ugly, but this guy still gave me three moves.

It is difficult for anyone with a little pride to accept being let by an opponent in a fair duel. This is a kind of provocation and a kind of humiliation.

Being forced to give up three moves is equivalent to a face slap.

Oops!

Lin Yun secretly said in his heart, Bai Lixuan was still caught in the trap, what Zao Wuji had left in his heart before he started. Become a seed, and wait for this moment, the moment when he loses his mind.

His aura was already a lot weaker, and with his mind disordered, he was afraid that he was going to suffer a lot.

"Thunder and Cloud Unite!"

When Lin Yun's thoughts were like electricity, Zao Wou-Ki on the Rising Dragon Stage suddenly shouted.

boom!

The will of thunder and the will of the cloud, which were almost at their peak in the sky, merged instantly, and in the blink of an eye, a majestic black cloud vortex appeared, and the will of the thunder fused with the cloud and mist like magma.

Boom!

During the rotation, this terrifying thundercloud vortex erupted with an astonishing incomparable coercion, far more powerful than Bai Lixuan's Thunder Sword Might.

A more terrifying scene appeared. Bai Lixuan was a little horrified to find that the vision of his own thunderous will was actually swallowed up by the opponent's thundercloud whirlpool in his breath.

Under the situation, Bai Lixuan's Thunder Sword Intent was disintegrating little by little, and the sword power alone was completely vulnerable in front of the opponent.

"Do not……"

Bai Lixuan turned pale in shock, his true essence was agitated, and he wanted to gather the Thunder Sword Intent again.

"ended."

Zao Wou-Ki raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the perfectly integrated Thunder Cloud Will exploded after swallowing the opponent's Thunder Will.

The terrifying thundercloud vortex exploded in the sky like a black hole, and the endless thundercloud spread tens of thousands of meters in an instant.

Pfft!

Bai Lixuan spit out blood and was blasted out, but no one expected this situation. At the moment when it was shaken, the sword in his hand was only blessed with pure sword intent, and it turned into a stream of light and flew away.

The light belonging to the Holy Body was poured into the sword at this last moment.

Zao Wou-Ki did not expect it, his head turned slightly, the sword cut off a strand of blue silk on his forehead, leaving a faint bloodstain on his cheek.

One can imagine how fast this sword flew, but the next moment Zao Wou-Ki's speed was even faster. He shot like lightning, grabbed the sword light that was about to fly away like a streamer, and rushed out with his backhand at a faster speed.

clang!

The sound of the golden stone shattering sounded, and the sword fell to the ground at the same time as Bai Lixuan, an inch away from his cheek.

hum!

The sword body hummed in Bai Lixuan's ears, and only one inch away could make him die without a burial.

Bai Lixuan's face was pale, knowing that the other party was showing mercy, otherwise he would already be dead.

"Zao Wou-Ki wins."

Without giving Bai Lixuan much time to sigh, several referees looked at each other and announced the result cruelly.

The outcome was already decided, Zao Wou-Ki devoured Bai Lixuan's dark-yellow aura, and his dragon shadow was also covered with golden light, giving birth to four claws.

"It's amazing! It's the Three Little Kings, Zao Wou-Ki's strength is really amazing."

"I feel that his will of thunder and will of cloud have almost reached the peak of congenital perfection, and he is one step away from the realm of psychics." Although it is not as against the sky as Sword Intent, it is still as difficult to advance to psychic before Heavenly Soul. Otherwise, Zao Wou-ki would not have to be distracted to comprehend the will of Yun, let alone only one step away, half a step away. Buduyi

The old is as difficult as reaching the sky. "

"Zao Wuji is indeed very strong, but Bai Lixuan is not weak either. I almost thought that he really won the third sword."

"Bai Lixuan is indeed not weak, especially the second sword that injured Zao Wou-Ki, which is amazing, but unfortunately he still lost."

"The position of the three little kings, I'm afraid no one can shake it."

After the two of them got off the field, there was a shocking cry from the spectator seat after a moment of stunned.

Bai Lixuan was defeated in this confrontation between old and new. Even Zao Wou-Ki, the most low-key among the three little kings, felt invincible.

The gap between the rookie and the three little kings is still too obvious. Some people think that maybe only Jiang Ziye, who is also a veteran master, is qualified to challenge the three little kings.

After the scene calmed down a little, the referee's voice sounded again.

"In the next battle, Lin Yun will fight Wu Xiaotian!"

The scene that had just been silent, cheered again, because the funeral playboy Lin Yun appeared.

Wu Xiaotian's popularity dropped a lot after losing to Fang Hanluo, but no one thought he was weak, after all, Fang Hanluo was no match for ten moves.

Anyone who does not win within ten moves against Fang Hanluo will have a somewhat dangling result.

Moreover, his ultimate move, Nine Dragons Fighting Heaven, was equally impressive, not weaker than Bai Lixuan's move, Canglong's Wrath, and even more so by his prestige.

Jiang Ziye forcibly shattered the nine blood pythons with his fingers, Fang Hanluo found the flaw and defeated the nine dragons fighting the sky, which had a faint prototype of the blood dragon.

Many people are curious, how Lin Yun will face this terrifying ultimate move.

In addition, Wu Xiaotian's blood evil is particularly difficult to deal with, and when he fought against Fang Hanluo, he almost relied on this to turn around. Wu Xiaotian looked at Lin Yun who came to the stage, and he was full of emotion, and laughed at himself: "In the beast tide a few months ago, I also concluded that if you go your own way, you will not be able to go far in this feast of dragons. The reality is really a face, but In the battle just now, although I lost, Fang Hanluo also helped me find the Scarlet Blood Demon

Dragon Fist's flaws, it won't be easy for you to beat me! "

Wu Xiaotian knew that this victory was not a big deal, but it was not his nature to admit defeat.

Moreover, it is not easy for the other party to win him, and it is difficult to guarantee that there is no chance.

"It won't be difficult."

Lin Yun answered truthfully.

The relationship between the two is not shallow, but the relationship is a relationship, and Lin Yun does not like to lie.

No matter how advanced the opponent's Blood Lightning Demon Dragon Fist is, it is difficult to pose a threat to himself, and it is easy to win the opponent.

Wu Xiaotian's smile froze, a little embarrassed, and then a cold edge burst out in his eyes, and he said with a grin, "It is most taboo to be careless if you are a master. If you do this, you will really give me a chance."

You think too much.

Lin Yun said something in his heart, but he didn't say anything after all, and said in deep thought, "Let's do it."

"Blood destroys mountains and rivers!"

Wu Xiaotian's body was full of blood, and in the blink of an eye, a **** dragon condensed, it could be clearly seen that it was indeed much stronger than the initial prototype of the Flood Dragon.

His figure flickered, and the condensed fist light between his five fingers burst into a dazzling blood light. The blood light was almost like a scorching sun, and the fist light poured towards Lin Yun.

At the same time, the blood evil dragon swam around him, and the phantom of the dragon's head merged with Wu Xiaotian's face, making his originally handsome face look hideous.

But just as Wu Xiaotian took a step, a majestic sword light crashed down, Lin Yun didn't draw the sword, he just stretched out his right hand and pushed it forward.

When the sword light fell, Wu Xiaotian's eyes flashed with extreme surprise. It was obviously a majestic sword light that fell, but a dragon claw was reflected in his pupils.

The dragon claws lingered with an astonishing power of wind and thunder, but when he looked closely, it turned into a sword light again.

Bang!

Wu Xiaotian, who hadn't even taken a step, was blasted out, and the blood on his body was faintly disintegrating.

A strange color flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, it seemed that Canglong Jianwei was stronger than he thought, and it was quite extraordinary when he shot.

"what happened?"

Wu Xiaotian's eyes flickered, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and killed him again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two people on the Shenglong stage fought close to each other, and they fought more than ten moves in the blink of an eye, but Lin Yun did not draw his sword. But between the steps, the terrifying sword power is everywhere, and every shot can make people feel like extremely domineering and sharp claws, tearing the void apart.

After another ten moves, Lin Yun burst into a crackling electric light all over his body, and pointed to a sword, and there were faint dragon roars everywhere.

boom!

With the loud noise, Wu Xiaotian spit out blood and was shocked and flew out.

When everyone saw this scene, they were shocked that Wu Xiaotian was forced into such an embarrassment without using a sword. In just a few days, what Lin Yun has experienced, his strength is obviously much stronger than when he played against Nangong Wanyu.

"Kowloon Fighting Heaven!"

After Wu Xiaotian fell to the ground, he had no other choice. He slapped the ground with his palm, and the moment his body bounced, he continued to use the ultimate move of the Demon Dragon Fist again.

Roar!

The people in the audience saw this rather magnificent and terrifying vision once again. Nine blood-colored flood dragons with a length of nearly ten feet were detained by Wu Xiaotian in the fist. The swimming body of the Blood Evil Flood Dragon struggled desperately, looking like nine sturdy color exercises, dancing frantically in the air.

Those fluctuations made the boundless blood light shroud the battlefield, the sky and the earth paled, and the situation changed.

Lin Yun didn't move an inch, but when the other party approached him a hundred meters, he raised his brows slightly, and his eyes burst into flames.

Boom!

The wind is roaring, the thunder is roaring, and the power of wind and thunder of the ancient blue dragon is filling every corner of the void at this moment. In the terrifying momentum of the wind and thunder, the boundless sword intent behind Lin Yun evolved into a hundred-zhang Canglong entrenched in the air.

Wu Xiaotian opened his mouth in astonishment, and he was still shooting, his mind was blank and completely stunned.

Compared with such majestic blue dragons, the blood evil Jiaolong he has condensed is almost no different from the loach on the ground.

click! click! click! click!

Lin Yun just looked at it at a glance, and the nine blood evil dragons held in his fists screamed again and again, instantly shattered and disintegrated.

"Pfft!"

Lin Yun obviously didn't move, but Wu Xiaotian, who was a hundred meters away, felt a heavy blow to his chest, and his face suddenly turned pale. It spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole body was bent in a bow shape, and kept flying backwards.

thump!

When he was about to fly out of the ring, Wu Xiaotian knelt on one knee and coughed violently several times. He looked up a little unwillingly. Beneath the blue dragon, Lin Yun, dressed in a blue shirt and carrying a sword box, stood like a sword.

Letting the gust of wind spread the surface and blowing his long hair, Lin Yun's cold and arrogant handsome face was revealed. Like a god, he stood at the most important point of the entire Shenglong Platform, as if he hadn't moved from beginning to end.