As Wang Ziyue continued to approach, the orchids on the ground from the freshness to the bloom, and after a while, it was covered with half of the table.

It didn't take long for Lin Yun to retreat, and he would go out to the battle platform again.

Behind Wang Ziyue, the orchid blooming. He looked crazy and the momentum was like a rainbow. He looked at Lin Yun, who was smiling at the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, but stopped.

It seems that as long as you get another palm, Lin Yun will withdraw from the battle platform.

But the prince Yue counseled, and his eyes showed timidity.

Without him, Wang Ziyue knew in his heart that he was going to shot, and Lin Yun must have counterattacked.

Lin Yun was not surprised by this, and said faintly: "I said you are a smart person, but the smart person is easy to misunderstand himself. If you have such courage three days ago, the results may be different.

He was telling the truth. Three days ago, Lin Yun had not yet mastered the Swordsman of the Xinghe.

There are also many cards that cannot be shot. If the prince Yue is willing to expose the card, if you fight hard, it will definitely be impossible to win.

But if you fight a tie, you still have a certain chance.

But the other party counseled at the time, and would rather admit the defeat group, nor did they want to expose the card to kill Lin Yun.

He didn't know at the time. Once he admitted, his tone was really gone.

Wang Ziyue raised his hand, his lips trembled, but he couldn't dare to split down.

"I admit defeat."

The prince Yue Ru was relieved, and he was only at the peak. When he said these three words, he was sluggish.

His face was pale as paper, and he vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

Alas!

He floated backwards, and the places he passed danced, and the small petals reached out.

Big!

The sacred sword returns to the sheath, the prince Yue holds the sword with a sword, and the hand is arched.

"Thank you."

Then he stepped down silently. He thanked him that Xie Linyun saw the end of his crossbow.

Lin Yun didn't care. He looked lazily and looked at the remaining eight, and then smiled, grinning: "Let's go together, it's really interesting to come one by one."

boom!

After the words fell, Lin Yun's heavenly sword continued to skyrocket, bombarded, and there was a loud noise from the sky.

The sword light on his body, the sharp sword wind burst out from his body, the vast sword meaning makes people unable to look directly.

The crowd was frightened. It was the peak of the successful sky sword.

Lin Yun is above the battle platform. He is obviously not so high, but it feels like it can be touched by raising his hand.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The sword light blooms, the long hair dances, Lin Yun laughed.

"Qingfeng wants to wipe the sky, my generation is a madman, the night is here, who dares to fight with me!"

In the laughter, Lin Yun took a step forward, and he had a good relationship, and he poured out with the sword.

The sword is like a huge wave. Eight of the top ten are left.

Puff!
Chapter completed!