After Yue Weiwei fell, her face became much pale.

A look of sorrow flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Tian Yao Pavilion, and he secretly sent a message: "My Lord, your injury has not healed yet, and the Tianyin Art cannot be used anymore. As for that Young Master Lin, if I remember correctly, he has a different relationship with the saint in the Dixuan Palace."

Yue Weiwei's face showed a blushing look, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she smiled lazyly: "I know, but who said he is my brother Yun? I don't want others to bully him."

The Lord of Tian Yao Pavilion sighed and was speechless.

This little master is really too willful, but after thinking about it, if she is not willful, she will not appear in front of her.

Even in the great world, her father, who was called the Moon Demon Emperor, could not suppress her, let alone him?

...

The night is dim and the war continues.

After a few more rounds, Lin Yun had only three opponents left before they fought, Zhu Qingshan, Zhao Wuji and Yu Haotian.

On Shenglong Platform, Jiang Ziye and Zhu Qingshan are fighting, and the outcome between the two is crucial.

Zhu Qingshan will have the chance to compete for the top three if he wins. Once Jiang Ziye loses, he will be ranked fifth.

Zhu Qingshan's sword technique is undoubtedly strange and unpredictable. However, Jiang Ziye's cloud artistic conception is also ever-changing, and the power of the Tianhuang Poyun Finger and Poyun Palm cannot be underestimated.

Even if he is as strong as Zhu Qingshan, he cannot find Jiang Ziye's flaw for a while. He can only urge his sword intent to the limit, making the Shenglong Platform full of ghosts and howling sounds, and countless black sword lights.

"Soul-Devouring!"

The evil ghost wailed, Zhu Qingshan made nine swords in an instant, and first he silently entered the opponent's body with the intention of the sword. Then, nine black sword lights shattered the void, bursting out dazzling light, and followed him and killed him.

"The sky-broken cloud finger!"

Jiang Ziye did not dare to be careless at all. In the blink of an eye, she sacrificed the Tianhuang Poyun Poxing. The ancient stone finger broke through the clouds and shattered nine rays of sword light with one finger, shaking away the opponent.

But she had no intention of chasing, but flashed back and clapped four palms in a row at the same time.

"Wind, thunder, rain, fog!"

When each palm falls into the clouds in the sky, it will collide and create extremely violent visions. For a moment, wind and rain are mixed, heavy fog is everywhere, and lightning falls from the sky.

After landing and standing firmly, Jiang Ziye's face was solemn, and he used his true energy to force Zhu Qingshan's knife intention out of his body.

Zhu Qingshan, who was shocked, got up with a hideous smile and rushed into the vast fog regardless of the bruises all over his body, just to get close to Jiang Ziye.

boom!

When he rushed out like lightning, Jiang Ziye's expression changed drastically, and most of his sword intentions were still not dispelled.

"Empty Sky!"

Bang!

The black light sword of a hundred feet burned with flames, and the place where he passed was pitch black like ink, filling every corner of the air. Jiang Ziye tried his best to resist, but he still couldn't stop the knife from slashing down, and eventually he was chopped out.

There are many extremely hideous scars on the right shoulder, which is particularly terrifying.

"You lost."

Zhu Qingshan did not chase after him anymore, but just said coldly.

Jiang Ziye sighed. She was the top five in the Longyun List this year, and there was not much competition compared to the previous year.

Everyone in the audience was quite sad when they saw this scene.

This year's dragon feast is too intense. Only Jiang Ziye of Nanhua's seven heroes made it to the top ten. Now she is stopped at the hands of Zhu Qingshan, the magic sword.

In the next battle, Bai Lixuan fought against Fang Hanluo. Fang Hanluo should have been stronger, after all, he mastered the half-step spiritual sword intent.

But he was defeated by Yan Longzi and was injured too seriously. He had the power to fight in a short period of time, but he could not compare with his peak.

The two are now in a situation where the competition is evenly matched. It depends on who can see the opponent's flaw first, or Bai Lixuan can take his thunder sword intent to go further.

After the final hundred moves, Fang Hanluo narrowly won the battle with Zi Bing.

After the end of this battle, the people in the spectator's face suddenly became nervous. If there were no accidents, Lin Yun would have appeared in the next battle.

At present, he only has three opponents, Zhao Wuji, Yu Haotian and Zhu Qingshan, and he has a high chance of meeting the remaining two of the three little kings.

"In the next battle, Lin Yun will play against Zhao Wuji!"

The chief referee of the Holy League spoke in person and read out the top ten players in this game.

boom!

Almost instantly, a shocking cry sounded at the venues in all directions, deafening. It was already the second half of the night, but everyone looked excited and excited.

The ranking of this year's Dragon Feast has almost been decided. There is no doubt that Yu Haotian is probably the top three.

Zhu Qingshan lost consecutively to Yu Haotian and Zhao Wuji, and his trump cards were exposed too much, so his winning rate against Lin Yun would not be too high.

At present, Lin Yun and Zhao Wuji fight, whoever wins is second, and one person is inferior to one person, and one person is superior to tens of thousands of people, enjoying supreme glory.

In addition, for those who have been paying attention to the feast of dragons until now, or for the warriors who are particularly concerned about Lin Yun, they still have some expectations in their hearts, looking forward to whether Lin Yun, the dark horse, can continue his undefeated legend.

Many bystanders have already put their emotions into Lin Yun, and they have not even noticed them themselves without realizing it.

Zhao Wuji attached great importance to this battle. From the moment Lin Yun killed Yan Longzi, he had no intention of underestimating Lin Yun.

Originally, in this group of dragon feast, he didn't even look at Yan Longzi very much except Yu Haotian.

But now he had to take Lin Yun seriously and even put it in an extremely important position. With a flash of lightning, he landed on Shenglong Platform first. His face was cold and calm, and he was still not too ostentatious.

He is extremely low-key and restrained, and in some aspects is quite similar to Lin Yun's personality. You will never know how many trump cards he has.

But at this point, he was afraid he could not keep a low profile. The five-clawed golden dragon belonging to the two would inevitably destroy one.

Sure enough, the moment Lin Yun fell down on Shenglong Platform, the pressure of his thunder clouds burst out and swept towards the other side.

Lin Yun held the Burial Flower Sword in his right hand, his face remained unchanged, but the power of the Canglong Sword appeared and faintly appeared behind him. In a quiet manner, it offset the opponent's pressure. At the same time, the sword intent buzzed and roared, roaring towards the opponent like a dragon roar.

It is impolite to come but not go. Before the fight, Lin Yun did not want to weaken his momentum.

The two people who were competing in secret made the atmosphere of Shenglongtai become extremely solemn. The condensed aura of coldness made the entire vast lake tense, and the water surface was rippling, as smooth and stable as if it had been solidified.

Such a terrifying atmosphere quietly calmed down the sensational cry from the audience.

Apart from the sound of breathing deliberately lowering, there is no sound between the world, and it is so quiet that it makes people feel terrible.

Lin Yun's indifferent expression was a little solemn. Whether it was the thunder will or the will of Yun, both of these martial arts wills reached a level comparable to the peak of innate sword intent.

Some clues can be seen from the fight between him and Bai Lixuan and easily crushing the opponent's thunder will.

The terrifying pressure generated by the fusion of the two major martial arts wills is no less than his Canglong sword power, and it is even more vaguely stronger, making Lin Yun feel that he really feels the existence of pressure.

Fortunately, his Canglong battle body had just been promoted to the ninth change, and the power of Canglong had soared a lot, otherwise he would have really had other trump cards.

"I saw a knife in your eyes. After I drew the sword, it would be meaningless for you to hide this hand."

Lin Yun suddenly spoke and said something that no one expected.

"Awesome, but I really don't plan to hide it when facing you. This knife is called Qiu Sheng, which I have found in a historical site. It collects the cold air of heaven and earth and takes the spirit of killing as my heart. It should be a little better than your burial flower."

Zhao Wuji didn't look much surprised. He gently lined up the storage bag, and a top-grade treasure sword appeared in his hand. The blade was hidden in the sheath, but it still penetrated with coldness, which was quite contending.

"war!"

The sword intent is like the light of the stars and the moon, and like the Milky Way in the sky, bursting out from Lin Yun in a crazy way.

Compete with me?

This is Lin Yun’s response, war!

"Thunder Cloud Slash!"

The autumn scenery is unsheathed, like the waves rising at night, and the wind and rain suddenly arrive. The dazzling sword light stirs up the thunder clouds in the sky. Zhao Wuji activates the will of the thunder clouds and slashes a terrifying knife towards Lin Yun. The sword light is bleak and cold.

Wow!

When the burial flower was unsheathed, a ray of cold light illuminated thousands of thunder clouds. Accompanied by the roar of the Canglong sword, Lin Yun held the burial flower with an extremely accurate point on the other party's blade.

Mars flew everywhere, and true energy went wild.

As the weapons and blades hit each other, the air was shining, as if there was a trembling sound of gold and iron. Thousands of troops passed by, and thousands of horses were silenced.

Lin Yun followed the trend, turned around, and instantly appeared on the side of Zhao Wuji in the void, stabbing him with a sword.

This sword was fast and fierce, and the angle was even more tricky, which immediately put the opponent at a disadvantage. But when others looked at it, Lin Yun seemed to be wandering in the garden pavilion, reaching out to pick flowers to freely paint.

He is indeed picking flowers, but he is also killing people. People are like flowers, flowers bloom and fade, and flowers destroy people. Just like the sword in his hand, burying flowers is also burying people.

It can be seen very clearly that Lin Yun's swordsmanship accomplishments have made rapid progress under the training of many battles of this group of dragon feast, and his understanding and gains are far beyond the reach of people.

"What a brilliant sword!"

Many top ten masters all shrank their pupils. Lin Yun should have seen the flaws of Zhao Wuji's sword. But he did not take the opportunity to break this move, but instead magnified the flaws of this move infinitely, which would make Zhao Wuji, who was in it, very uncomfortable.

The artistic conception of his sword has not been fully displayed, and the sword force is still fierce, and the remaining power is still fierce. However, Lin Yun's sword is about to touch his vital point. Whether it advances or retreats, this sword is extremely fatal.

More importantly, Lin Yun's sword is very fast, so fast that people don't have any chance to hesitate.

Advance or retreat will lay greater flaws. If you don’t advance or retreat, you will be killed by a sword in an instant.

Too scary!

Thinking of this, Bai Lixuan, Wu Xiaotian and others were trembling. If they were them, they would be afraid they would be dead at this moment.
Chapter completed!