Chapter 1,733

Langya is at the top of the list and deserves to be the top of the dragon list!

Mei Zihua's voice was very inciting and echoed in Thunder Blood Square. Ji Lingfeng and the others frowned slightly with different expressions.

"This guy is still here."

Lin Yun turned back and looked at Mei Zihua from a distance, who smiled at him while holding up a wine bottle.

"careful!"

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly, but it was Fengshen General Yan Cangming who checked Ao Feng's injuries. He took advantage of Lin Yun's turning back and attacked him directly.

He chose the timing very cleverly and the angle was very tricky. He silently wanted to sneak attack Lin Yun.

Whoosh!

But as soon as he stepped into the Thunder Blood Arena, a strong wind came over him. The wind was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes, and it was like a wall of wind blocking his steps.

It's a sword!

Yan Cangming narrowed his eyes slightly and saw a flash of sword light.

The sword light carried an unimaginable majestic wind, and with the blessing of the sky's sword intent, it struck him with thunderous force.

The tip of the sword seemed to have eyes. The moment it stared at him, Yan Cangming's whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The dangerous aura spread from the heart, and rushed to the whole body in the blink of an eye.

When there was no chance, Yan Cangming stopped and evaded with great difficulty. The speed of his dodge was already very painful. However, the sword edge still scratched his protective dragon element, leaving a faint blood mark on his face.

Along with the probability, the blue silk becomes the sword.

Yan Cangming looked up and saw that Lin Yun had already turned around, and the fingers of his right hand that originally held the sword were pressed together to control the funeral flower.

His black hair is like a black waterfall, dancing in the wind, and his white shirt is fluttering, showing his peerless grace.

Whoosh!

But the next moment, the funeral flower behind him buzzed, and Lin Yun disappeared from his sight.

Yan Cangming was shocked and looked at this scene in disbelief. Lin Yun's body became as light as a sword and disappeared into a stream of light.

It was the combination of Tianqiong Sword and Human Sword that brought Lin Yun back to Burial Flower.

"later!"

Yan Cangming quickly turned around, and sure enough, Lin Yun had already grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and swung the sword out with a cold expression.

Tsk!

Amidst the sparks flying, the Ming Yue Sacred Armor on Yan Cangming's chest was cut open with a ferocious gash, and blood spurted out.

Yan Cangming was thrown away, his face was filled with pain, and the holes in the Ming Yue Holy Armor on his body continued to squirm and fuse.

Buzz buzz!

Lin Yun did not chase after him. The funeral flower in his hand kept trembling, and then he let go of his right hand.

The burial flower shot out, like Lin Yun's extended arm, and caught up with Yan Cangming in an instant.

Clang Clang Clang!

Lin Yun danced with his fingers close together, and the funeral flower seemed to be held by someone. He used the Canglong Sword Technique from a distance, cutting open one after another in the Ming Yue Holy Armor.

When Yan Cangming fell to the ground, his body was covered with sword marks and the wounds were horrific.

"receive!"

Lin Yun raised his right hand upwards with two fingers together, and the funeral flower flew back like a stream of light, finally entering the scabbard of his left hand sword.

Phew!

At the moment when the funeral flower returned to its sheath, Yan Cangming, who was a hundred meters away, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees with a plop.

Everything happened in a moment, the Thunder Blood Square was silent, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Too fast!

From the time Yan Cangming made a sneak attack to the time he fell to his knees, it only took three or four breaths at most.

Many people have not even come back to their senses. The sound of plum paintings is still echoing in their ears. Langya is ranked first, and it feels like dragon.

After a while, everyone woke up, and there was a loud noise.

"Is this the Sky Sword Intention? It's too terrifying!"

"It's unbelievable, it's really unbelievable. The complete Sky Sword Intent is too terrifying."

"No wonder it is said that the realm of dragon veins cannot be mastered. It is simply too magical to be understood."

Everyone's scalp was numb and they were stunned, and they couldn't even believe what they saw.

Ao Feng, who was already severely injured on the Thunder Blood Battle Stage, helped Yan Cangming up with difficulty, glanced at him and said coldly: "Let's go."

Lin Yun was silent and did not stop him.

Whoosh!

But as soon as the two of them left, they were stopped by a figure. It was Qiu Shanjun, one of the four young masters of Tianyu Holy City.

Ao Feng raised his head and said, "Would you not be allowed to leave the martial arts tea party if you lose?"

Qiu Shanjun said calmly: "Don't worry, you two didn't kill anyone, so I certainly won't kill you. But I can come and leave whenever I want. It would be too easy for you demon sect thieves."

"What are you going to do?" Ao Feng's eyes showed fear, with an ominous premonition.

"What are you doing? You can leave if you want, but you have to crawl back!"

Qiu Shanjun had no expression on his face. The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly took action, only to hear screams. The wrists and knees of Ao Feng and Yan Cangming were mercilessly smashed by Qiu Shan Jun.

The two of them were suddenly unable to stand and were forced to kneel to the ground, unable even to turn their wrists.

Ao Feng's face was twisted, and he was in pain. He stared at Qiu Shanjun and said: "You are so cruel!"

The two of them were shaking with anger, feeling extremely humiliated in front of everyone.

"Still not leaving?"

Qiu Shanjun said coldly, and then said: "Oh, I forgot, you can't walk, just crawl."

When the two of them heard this, their faces looked as if they were dead.

"climb!"

"Climb quickly!"

Thunderous shouts rang out in the Thunder Blood Square. No one felt that Lord Qiu Shan was cruel, and those who humiliated others would always be humiliated.

The two men were extremely arrogant when they arrived, threatening to sweep the Dragon Ranking, and their attacks were even crueler and ruthless.

But I didn't expect that it would end like this.

Lin Yun took a look, but his expression did not change. The two of them had themselves to blame, and no one else could blame them.

I just didn't realize that Mr. Qiu Shan is really a ruthless character.

Under everyone's gaze, Ao Feng and Yan Cang Ming gritted their teeth and were forced to crawl out of the Thunder Blood Battle Platform. Seeing this scene in the eyes of everyone, they only felt extremely happy and excited.

Yan Tie and others looked strange and felt that something was not right.

Before Lin Yun took action just now, Qiu Shanjun was holding back. As soon as Lin Yun defeated the two of them, he immediately took action.

It was so fast that many people didn't even react.

Although there is nothing too wrong with it, it is unavoidable that it feels like picking fruit.

Lin Yun looked at Ao Feng and Yan Cangming climbing out of the Thunder Blood Battle Arena, and felt that this martial arts tea party had become a farce.

There was little point in staying any longer. He looked back at the Sword Sect, his eyes quickly scanning the faces of Zhao Yan, Mu Xueqin and others.

Then turned and left!

"Brother Lin, stay."

But as soon as he took a step, Mr. Qiu Shan smiled and spoke.

"I'm not interested in being number one on the Dragon Ranking. Mr. Qiu Shan doesn't need to keep me." Lin Yun's attitude was decisive and he didn't hold back.

Whoosh!

As soon as the wind started blowing, Qiu Shanjun dodged and appeared a hundred meters in front of Lin Yun, saying: "If fate is a river, when the wind blows, we can only drift with it. You are already standing on the top of the wave, and the wind has not yet flowed.

Stop, how can we go?"

As he spoke, there was a sound in the air.

Ji Lingfeng and Xiao Yuanqi rose up in the sky. They were handsome and light, and fell down like a gentle breeze.

"Brother Lin, since you are here, just finish the battle before leaving."

Xiao Yuanqi raised his head and said.

Ji Lingfeng smiled and said: "If you leave now, this martial arts tea party will no longer be able to continue. No matter who among the three of us wins, we will definitely not be able to become the first on the dragon list. No one will be convinced if we tell you."
To be continued...