Chapter 1713

No. 1 on the Dragon List, who wouldn't want to?

Lin Yun was no exception. With his personality, if he was still in the Sword Sect, he would definitely fight for the first place.

If you don't come, you will be the first to come.

But right now, there's really no need to cause too much trouble. Watching the Six Holy Lands and the Fourth Young Master vie for the No. 1, you will know how hot the No. 1 title is.

His identity is sensitive now, so there is no need to argue too much.

However, if there is a chance, it is not a bad idea. Lin Yun is still very confident in the turtle transformation.

Competitive or not.

He is also in a special state now, the dragon vein of nine thousand feet is too amazing.

The dragon calamity came without noticing it a little. Lin Yun was not yet fully prepared to transcend the calamity. Nine thousand feet of dragon calamity, he was not sure how terrifying it was.

The most important thing is that Lin Yun has no confidence in his own strength.

He hasn't played against a real master for more than half a year, and he has no accurate judgment on how strong his own strength is.

The way of rhythm has been cultivated for so long, and it must be unaccustomed to suddenly switch.

The Langya event is all about making small noises. Compared with Ji Lingfeng and others, those people are still a little too far behind.

"Everyone who can come to participate in this martial arts tea party is a leader. I hope you don't care too much about winning or losing. Even if you lose, you are not afraid. As long as there is some progress in martial arts perception, it will be rewarding and worthwhile."

Akiyama-kun said loudly: "Today, under this dragon list, I don't know who is the leader who dares to appear first!"

"Hahaha, then let me start! Ghost Yunzong Cheng Xiong is here, who wants to fight me!"

Almost as soon as Akiyama-kun's voice fell, there was a figure that landed on the Thunder-Blood Battle Stage like lightning.

Cheng Xiong's strength is very strong in the outside world, ranking within 5,000 on the Dragon Cloud Ranking, but it is not so conspicuous in this Thunder Blood Square.

The purpose of his first appearance is also very clear, that is, to show his face first and gain some fame for himself.

Otherwise, with his strength, if he appears in the middle, no one will remember him.

Besides, this martial arts tea party is different from martial arts and arena battles, and the atmosphere is relatively friendly.

He is also a well-known leader on the Dragon Ranking list, and someone who ranks much higher than him will definitely disdain to take action against him. Those who are really willing to play against him must have the same ranking, or someone who ranks lower than him.

Therefore, the worst result is slightly inferior, and it will not be ugly to lose.

"Zhong Ying, Hanging Hall, I will meet you!"

brush!

A figure rose from the sky and came directly to the Thunder Blood Battle Stage.

Hanging Hall and Ghost Cloud Sect are both Heavenly Evil Sea forces. If you don't count the background and Yaoguang, their comprehensive strength is almost the same as that of Sword Sect.

The two were separated by a hundred meters, and after bowing their hands in salute, a powerful momentum burst out from each of them.

The eyes became extremely sharp, each looking for the flaws in the other's qi.

Swish!

In the end, Cheng Xiong took the lead and killed him in a flash.

Two afterimages changed in mid-air, and the two quickly fought together, one using a spear and the other using a giant axe, and the fight was extremely fierce.

Their cultivation bases are all at the eighth level of the dragon vein, and the dragon vein is more than a thousand feet long.

It can be seen that the level of this martial arts tea party is indeed not low. Just walking out of the dragon veins of two people will be huge.

And the two of them have only just entered the 5,000th ranking on the Dragon Cloud Ranking.

Of course, the Dragon Cloud Ranking does not distinguish between ages, and many dragon veins of two or three hundred year olds will also stay on the list, covering the entire Eastern Wilderness.

Once out of the Thunder Blood Plaza, the two of them walked out casually, and they could be said to be young heroes, and it would not be too much to say a demon.

After half a column of incense, Cheng Xiong, who used the giant axe, won and ended the fight.

The two of them got off to a good start. Next, the leaders of the various sects in the Eastern Wilderness appeared one after another.

Occasionally, there are even several battles going on at the same time.

The battle platform smeared with holy blood became extremely hot, and even when the battle was the most fierce, there were even astrological sacrifices. Various ghost-level martial arts burst out with terrifying visions, which opened the eyes of many people.

On Jianzong's side, Jianzhu Zhao Yan, Senior Brother Gu Ruochen, Gongsun Yan and others couldn't bear to end the game.

Except for Zhao Yan who won one game, everyone else lost.

This is also normal!

After all, the presence of the Dragon Cloud List is a monster, and they have only been away from the ancient battlefield for more than half a year, and it has not been a year since they were fully counted.

It is very good to be able to fight these dragons and monsters in a lively manner.

Give them some time and they can definitely grow up.

What's more, Zhao Yan won!

"This guy is still the same as before."

Under the hat, Lin Yun looked at Zhao Yan in the distance and said softly.

Zhao Yan's eyes were blank, staring at the battlefield, but his eyes did not have any focus, as if he was asleep.

As if the previous victory was a trivial matter.

Lin Yun believes that if one day he masters the Sword Intent of the Sky Vault, with this obsession and simplicity, Zhao Yan will definitely be able to master the Sword Heart.

The tea party continued, and the leaders of the Holy Land also appeared.

However, the leading group, perhaps because of the appearance of the Dragon List, seemed to be quite cautious and forbearance, and did not appear first, as if they were competing for forbearance.

Lin Yun had no interest in other sects.

After that, a few more people from the Sword Sect appeared, but they all lost without exception. Even Mu Xueqin lost when she appeared. Her opponent was Cheng Xiong who took the lead.

Lin Yun frowned slightly, Jianzong's golden generation was destroyed eighteen years ago, and his vitality was still a little too hurt.

This has led to the emergence of the generation of the top masters of the Dragon Vein Realm, and now the new generation has grown up for too short a time.

"Is Jianzong at this level?"

The winning Cheng Xiong raised a smile on his mouth, looked back, and said softly: "It's not enough, there are people who will fight with me again!"

Some people like to pick soft persimmons, and Cheng Xiong is such a person.

Although the overall strength of the Sword Sect is not very strong, the background is amazing, and Yaoguang is very famous in the entire Eastern Wilderness.

Pinch such a soft persimmon, the sense of existence is still quite strong.

Sure enough, Cheng Xiong's provocation immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Jian Jingtian has become the king of heaven, the whereabouts of the buried playboy are unknown, and Jianzong lacks leading figures, so it is still not very popular."

"It's quite embarrassing to say, this martial arts tea party can be so lively, the origin of the sword is shocking, but today this sword sect has no sense of existence at all."

"Shockingly gone, buried flowers are hard to sing, Yaoguang's lineage has no successor!"

Some whispered, and even read a limerick. However, most of the people looked rather pity, and didn't look down on them too much.

It's just a little sigh, the famous sword sect can even provoke Cheng Xiong.

If Jian Jingtian is still there, let alone Cheng Xiong, the four gentlemen and the people from the six holy places combined would not dare to fart.

Jianzong and others looked embarrassed, just when Ye Ziling couldn't help it.

"I'll come to meet you."

Zhao Yan stood up, dodged, and landed on the Thunder Blood Battle Stage again.

Swish!

Without any nonsense, Zhao Yan directly drew his sword and swept over.

Clang clang!

The holy sword and the giant axe collided, colliding with dazzling sparks, and the two figures were so close to making an extremely harsh sound of breaking through the air.

After dozens of moves, Cheng Xiong held the giant axe in both hands and charged at it again.

boom!

His cultivation of the eighth level of dragon veins broke out, and Zhao Yan, whose cultivation was at a disadvantage, suffered a lot.

Before the giant axe fell, it was shaken back several steps by the air wave.

boom!

However, Zhao Yan blocked this attack after all.

He was very calm, always looking for the opponent's flaws, and stabbed the opponent's offensive at the weakest place with his sword, breaking this move with the strongest edge.

Cheng Xiong was extremely surprised, and his tricks couldn't help but become more ferocious.

Cheng Xiong had the upper hand in the scene, but Zhao Yan always found the best time to use his sword, and the last one came first, so he didn't panic in the face of danger.

In contrast, Cheng Xiong's mood gradually became chaotic.

Can't go on like this!

"Open Heaven Slash!" Cheng Xiong shouted loudly, unleashing a ghost-level ultimate move, and the majestic Long Yuan evolved into a vast and boundless terrifying vision.

In the chaos, a giant axe opened the sky, and three thousand stars bloomed at the same time.

But who knows, facing this majestic blow, Zhao Yan is still in danger. The others quickly swung their swords on the spot, and silhouettes burst out from his body, and those silhouettes swept away like ink strokes.

"mysterious!"

When the giant axe fell, he struck back with a sword, and an ancient mysterious character appeared.

boom!

The giant axe fell on the sword body like a mountain, the sword body trembled slightly, and it bounced back directly.

Pfft!

Unprepared, Cheng Xiong was defeated on the spot and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"What kind of swordsmanship..."

Cheng Xiong fell to the ground, and a ferocious wound opened on his chest, which was injured by his own giant axe.