Sovereign of the Era

Click!

The light of the sword broke, and the sparks shot forth.

In the twisted light curtain on the dragon rising stage, the two figures quickly opened, and each stepped back dozens of steps. Once again, Lin Yun and Ji Feng fought against each other again.

Watching the scene on the battlefield, everyone was shocked.

The result was obviously beyond many expectations, and there was no one-sided situation that people imagined. Lin Yun, who presented a complete and congenital sword idea, with the blessing of Ziyuan sword rhyme, and with the support of exquisite sword techniques, was completely defeated.

Jifeng's superiority in cultivation has not been shown at all. Lin Yun's sword sense is too strong.

If you look at the ancient Nanhua area, you can understand the innate sword idea. There are only two or three young elites with the peak of perfection. To be more specific, Li mubai of tianjianzong and Nangong Wanyu of BeiXue villa may be among the top players in the competition.

But these two people are no exception, all ranked in South China seven, and the ranking is higher than Jifeng.

On the stage of ascending dragon, the face of Jifeng is slightly ugly, and he dare not have the slightest intention to look down on it. The flaming fire on his body was condensed layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, there was an amazing and incomparable heat wave sweeping out. In an instant, the ground soared a terrible fire light. The sparks flying in the air condensed into beads, and the light was bright.

"Spark light!"

When the momentum reached the peak, Jifeng launched the attack again, his body like electricity. Five fingers clenched fist awn, burning out of the fire as bright as stars, all the way hit, the shock of the air buzzing sound, non-stop burst.

The sword and the sky blend, and the wind and cloud change color. The ripples in the air squeeze out the power of the other party's flame. Lin Yun took a step forward, holding the funeral sword in both hands and cutting it out.

"Ba Jian, the stars explode!"

Boom!

Sparks splashed, thunder burst, sword Qi and fists exploded. The fist awn condensed by the flame and the thunder light derived from the sword meaning are like two stars bumping together fiercely. For a time, the world trembles violently.

In the eyes of the police, Jifeng is directly shaken out. Lin Yun's body is shaking like a mountain, but Canglong's nine changes are still in operation.

"Seven Xuanbu, take a picture of people passing by!"

In the roar of the dragon in his body, Lin Yun steadies his body and does not wait for the other party to land and take the lead. In the flash, there are seven shadows, each with a dazzling golden light and 18 sword lights.

After a while, countless sword lights crisscrossed and glittered with golden light, making people dazzled, unable to see which shadow is true and which is false.

"I don't know how to live or die!"

Jifeng eyes burning, blink of an eye to determine the real body, rampant. It was like a mountain rising from the ground. It dashed all the way, shoving away many sword lights directly, and then, with a fist, it blasted out.

But just as the fist was about to fall, Lin Yun's figure was changing. He urged Zhenyuan to the limit, and his photos were displayed again.

Boom!

The seven shadows on the stage suddenly spread like flowers, and they evolved into seven shadows and seventy-nine shadows in their shaking. Their movements, expressions and even sword movements are different. They are either laughing or angry, or calm like water, or mad into demons.

Ji Feng's mind, which had no doubt, was in a moment of confusion. In the moment of hesitation, 49 shadow swords were killed from different directions.

The cold blade made Jifeng stand up with sweat all over his body, and his whole body immediately felt a chill.

"Looking for death!"

Jifeng was so angry that he didn't want to look for Lin Yun's real body again. His fists came out at the same time.

Click! Click! Click!

The burst of the fist will be a direct blow to pieces, such a violent attack, almost no dead corner. But the original single fist awn, suddenly separated, how terrible the prestige, the lethality of the situation must be weakened a lot.

Lin Yun's eyes slightly congealed, his eyes silent peak action slow down, perfect flame fist awn appeared tiny flaw.

This flaw is fleeting, as long as a moment of opportunity, a hit not hit, will soon be Jifeng startled.

"Kill!"

Lin Yun's body with the right shoulder to resist a fist awn, at the same time buried flowers from bottom to top, like a round of string moon lifted in the past. With the help of the purple kite sword formula, the sharp body of the sword and the perfect innate meaning of the sword make the cold light to the extreme.

Jifeng's face changed slightly. His movements could not be changed any more, so he had to withdraw. He retreats quickly, but Lin Yun's sword is faster!

The sword light is like the cold moon, and the Zhenyuan on Jifeng's right arm is cut directly, and a blood appears on his arm.

"Damn it!"

Jifeng's face changed slightly, and the blood on his arm looked terrible. In fact, he only broke a layer of skin. But for swordsmen, if they grasp the flaw, they will try their best to expand the flaw.

It's hard to imagine the consequences of Lin Yun's swordsman. In the middle of the sky, he changed like lightning. He changed seven positions in a row. Every time he stopped, he blew out a punch. The volcano with his fists gushed out and sealed all the routes that Lin Yun could pursue.A series of actions, all in the blink of an eye, lightning completed, to see the people gaping, incredible.

"So fast."

Lin Yun's eyes flashed a strange color, quite surprised, but the heart is boiling blood, this is the real war.

Seven Xuanbu, Jinwu spread its wings!

Jifeng has just landed, the golden light in front of him flashes, and Lin Yun's figure disappears in the evening.

"Die!"

Almost at the moment of disappearing, Jifeng's terrible fist flashed hard in the past, directly retreating Lin Yun, as if Lin Yun had taken the initiative to bump into it. The explosion of fists and awns is like a volcano breaking, countless flames and rocks rolling down, as if the vast expanse of holes will be smashed.

Shenglong platform suddenly blazed into the sky, the surrounding lake water is already boiling, the huge scene to see the people terrified.

"I don't know what to do."

Jifeng snorted coldly, but at the next moment, his face changed. There was no Lin Yun on the ascending dragon platform.

Where am I from!

When Lin Yun appears, a sword light penetrates the void, shakes the flames in the sky and stabs it on his right shoulder.

Click!

The body protecting Zhenyuan is broken, and the blood of this sword is overflowing, but it will be further. But by the silent peak gnaw teeth roar, directly shocked back.

Hum!

The whole body of the burial flower sword was bent, and then suddenly, Lin Yun even took the sword with him. His arms spread and retreated. However, Jifeng's counterattack fell into the air.

Another sword!

The scene was as silent as death. It was really shocking to see such wars in other people's eyes. Jifeng is really good. If they face the sword light of Lin Yun, the whole arm will be destroyed if they face the sword light of Lin Yun. Half of his body will be cut off by this sword.

However, Jifeng was able to hold it down. Whether it was the ferocious blood line on the arm or the wound on the shoulder, it was not fatal.

But there seems to be something wrong with everything

"Shit, what's the matter? I look at the silent peak as if it's suppressed by Lin Yun. It's too exaggerated. "

" it's incredible that Lin Yun's swordsmanship is too strong. This man is really a Kendo wizard. It's incredible. Who can do that? It's too exaggerated to suppress the peak of silence in the seven heroes of Nanhua by the sword technique. "

"Jifeng is not weak. It is not a disadvantage. It's hard to say whether it will win."

"It's too fast. I can't see the fight between these two people. I'm afraid the heart will jump out."

After the silence, there was a sound of exclamation on the stand. Many people said it several times, which was too exaggerated.

This war is too exciting, not only ordinary elite, even those old masters are stunned.

Seeing Lin Yun, relying on his perfect innate sword intention, uses his body method and sword moves to kill him one after another. On the body of Jifeng, several swords were stabbed one after another, although they did not really hurt the root and bone every time.

But it's only a matter of time before Lin Yun catches the flaw.

"Tianmie smash star fist!"

From the boundless clouds in the sky came the sound of iceberg cracking, and the clear sound was ringing in people's ears.

The unbearable Jifeng burst out a drink, almost in an instant, the whole body of flame surging up to now in the right hand fist awn, condensed into a group of bright fireball. When the fireball appeared, a pair of rosefinch wings of flame condensation appeared behind the peak, which was booming.

It's out!

Belongs to the South China seven Ying kill move, this is only in the final qualifying battle opportunity to see the bottom card, in the elimination match ahead of time.

Under the stage, Nangong Wanyu and juechen, who could see this scene, looked slightly changed, and their eyes were filled with a trace of surprise. What's the matter? Lin Yun is really so strong that he forces Jifeng to such a field.

People suffocate the killing move, between a breath, crazy rush to.

Can't we avoid it?

Lin Yun only looked at it and saw that this killing move was so powerful that it was absolutely impossible to avoid it by relying on the body method alone. He would suffer a great loss.

Then fight!

In the middle of the sky, people turn over half a circle and spread out their arms. They soar again like golden crows. Seeing that the flamboyant fireball is about to fall, the buried flower sword with five fingers clenched, and one sword angrily criticizes.

Bajian, sunrise like fire!

Lin Yun's body suddenly waved a bright light, an incomparable sword power suddenly burst out, the hands of the buried flowers split out a fire red sunrise.

Boom!

What a terrible sword it was. The boundless sword turned into a terrified fireball. It was a fiery red sunrise. The perfect innate sword idea of the summit evolves a striking morning light. The morning light is like blood, which makes the sky bright red. It is the magnificent sunrise and the eternal blood in the hearts of teenagers.

That is Lin Yun's indomitable and fearless heart to the sword.

Two rounds of fireballs collided in mid air, and then sent out a startling sound of explosion. The hot light lit up the whole venue. On the vast Jiulong lake, the waves are craggy. At this moment, all the battles on the other dragon climbing platforms are dimmed, and there is no light.The leading players in each arena who are still fighting are stunned and can't help looking over.

This kind of light is too much.

Hum!

But in this boundless dazzling light, a ray of sword light broke through the sky, and the Sword Pierced all the light. It was the center of the two rounds of fireball explosion. Lin Yun broke out of the sky holding funeral flowers. In a moment of astonishment, the sword light was against the chest of Jifeng.

Click!

Under the unparalleled destructive power, the flame condensed by the Zhenyuan on Jifeng's body was immediately shattered, and the body protecting Zhenyuan was then broken.

Poop!

With a mouthful of blood, Jifeng looks ferocious. He holds the burial flower directly with his hands to prevent the sword light from going further.

"Lost!"

Lin Yun's face is expressionless, holding the right hand of the burial flower, he sends it forward fiercely, and the continuous stream of Zhenyuan infuses into it like a river. Jifeng's hands were spread out at once, and the blood on his chest was surging. People were like sandbags, and they flew out.

After landing, Jifeng tumbled for several laps, and then reluctantly knelt on one knee to support his body.

Lin Yun stood in his place, letting the air wave blow his long hair all over his head, and the buried flowers fell down, and the blood flowed continuously along the tip of the sword.

What about South China seven Ying?

I have a sword, cut it!

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