Chapter 4304

The third round of huangquan competition ended soon, and only 25 people were left to advance.

Nie Tian looked at it. Among the 25 people, the weakest one was the one who triggered the sound of the earth when the sword chanted in the yellow spring, and the one who was powerful.

Among these people, there are four people that Nie Tian is really afraid of, including emperor Mu Jiuge, young emperor Lin fan, doomsday 12, and Tang Beiming, the leader of Chenjian mountain villa.

These four people are all swordsmen with excellent talent and strength, especially the twelfth day of doomsday and the emperor. These two people are almost unfathomable.

In the holy land of the yellow spring, the twelfth day of the last day is even more terrible than the emperor.

Twenty five people fight in pairs, and the remaining one draws lots to directly advance to the next round.

Coincidentally, the person who directly promoted to the next round turned out to be the twelfth day of doomsday.

"I don't know whether this guy is lucky or we are all lucky." Nie Tian breathed out a long turbid breath and smiled bitterly in his heart.

The direct promotion on the twelfth day of doomsday is probably the situation everyone wants to see.

Because in the holy land of the yellow spring, the twelfth day of the last day is almost inextricable.

To put it bluntly, even the emperor doesn't want his opponent to be doomsday 12.

A moment later, the fourth round of fighting began, with six battles at the same time.

Nie Tian is a spectator at this time. He will participate in the next six battles.

At this time, a battle attracted Nie Tian's attention, because the two sides of the battle were people he knew very well. Yin Feng had no me and Lin fan.

"One is the selfless sword devil who once matched the emperor of the sun divine sword, and the other is his Highness the emperor. The war between these two people should be very wonderful." Nie Tian's eyes were slightly heavy and said in his heart.

But to tell the truth, in Nie Tian's heart, Lin Fan's talent is stronger than Yin Feng's no self.

At that time, Yin Fengwu personally admitted that Lin Fan's talent was not weaker than that of Yang Shenjian emperor.

On the other side, the emperor looked thoughtfully at the two people on the sword column, obviously looking forward to it.

On the sword pillar, Yin Feng is like a sword without me. The meaning of seven injuries sword is bloody, which makes the surrounding atmosphere naked.

The sword watchers around frowned one after another. Just this bloody gas made them feel an extremely strong sense of oppression.

But Lin Fan didn't care at all. Instead, he looked at Yin Feng without me with a playful face. What showed in his eyes was the meaning of appreciation, an appreciation of the superior to the inferior!

Yin Feng's face immediately sank down without me. Lin Fan's eyes were clearly a kind of humiliation for him.

"Master Yin Feng, my master has mentioned you many times to my younger generation, saying that you are a rare sword talent. Even the Yang God in those years respected you very much." Lin Fan smiled and bowed slightly to Yin Feng Wui. Although he was showing respect, there was a provocative meaning in his words, saying: "I'm lucky to ask your elder for advice today. Please don't hesitate to give me advice."

Yin Fengwu frowned at me and said with a sneer, "you are really polite. It seems that the emperor has accepted a good disciple."

"That's nature." Lin Fan smiled faintly and said, "my master taught me to respect the old and love the young since childhood. I think my elder is old and weak and has passed the peak. I'm willing to let my elder three swords. What do you think?"

"Smelly boy, the war between you and me should be fair. These nonsense should be avoided and let's fight directly." Yin Fengwu immediately lowered his face. Rao is that he has another state of mind. He is so provoked by a young generation. At this time, he can't help being angry.

However, he still kept a trace of reason. If he were someone else, I'm afraid he would turn around and let Lin Fan's three swords fall right into the latter's arms.

"In this way, the younger generation will offend." Lin Fan smiled, and then his figure moved directly. A sword came out wildly. The strange sword idea came from all directions, like an overwhelming dark cloud, directly over Yin Feng's seven killing sword potential.

Yin Feng's heart was awe inspiring without me, and his eyes were filled with shock.

Lin Fan's sword intention is strong, but it is still above his expectation.

However, even if he calmed down, he had a long sword in his hand, which covered the sky, and forcibly blocked the sword momentum all over the sky.

However, Yin Feng's body shook slightly, and a burst of Qi and blood surged up in his body, almost spewing out a mouthful of blood.

Lin fan, on the other hand, was as steady as an old tree, and the grain silk did not move.

"This guy is so strong!" Nie Tian's eyes trembled violently and his heart was shocked.

Just this sword, it has been seen that Lin Fan's sword intention is stronger than Yin Feng's no self.

The people around were also attracted and talked in shock.

"This guy named Lin fan is so strong that he deserves to be the swordsman who drives the sound of heaven!"

"This fat old man is not easy to deal with. I think the emperor is quite afraid of him. I don't know what his origin is."

"It's said that he is a swordsman of the same age as Lord Yang Shen. It's estimated that he is also a man buried in the loess. It's not easy to maintain his strength so well under the exhaustion of Qi and blood."

As the crowd spoke, they watched the war in high spirits.

Those present, either talented or powerful, have a strong perception of the meaning of the sword. Of course, they can see that Lin Fan and Yin Feng are not as powerful as me.

Although Lin fan is young, his sword intention is to hold Yin Feng without me. It is obvious that he has a winning ticket.

"Elder, your face is very red. It's not that your blood is unstable." on the sword pillar, Lin Fan looks at Yin Feng without me and makes a mockery.

"If you want to fight, fight, a lot of nonsense!" Yin Feng whispered coldly without me. His figure moved quickly and directly took the initiative. The seven killing sword came out to block out the sky and the sun. It seemed to tear the world apart.

Lin Fan was not afraid at all. A sword broke the air, and the sword meaning was like a rainbow. Where the brilliance of the sword bloomed, he smashed the sword meaning that came to his face, and then forcibly forced Yin Feng to step back without me.

Yin Feng has no self, but he can't hold his body. His face is black and ugly, and his eyes are full of anger, but he doesn't dare to do it at will.

He has never had an opponent in his life. He didn't expect to be so ugly today by a little doll.

"Elder, your sword is so soft that it looks like a little girl's fist." Lin Fan pulled Sen Han's meaning from the corners of his mouth, tore off his disguise and laughed wildly.

Yin Fengwu held it in his hands with grief and indignation.

But the next moment, his eyes suddenly trembled and said directly, "I admit defeat!"

Lin Fan's eyes suddenly tightened and his face was stunned.

He obviously didn't expect that Yin Fengwu would admit defeat directly.

What about your swordsman dignity? What about your Kendo? Where's your heart and soul?

And off the court, there was also an uproar.

Yin Feng's move without me was too unexpected and caught people off guard.

Yin Fengwu didn't pay much attention to me, but his figure moved, jumped down the sword column and came to Nie Tian.

"Big brother!" Nie Tian looked at Yin Feng without me, and even heard the trembling sound of the latter's heart.

I admit defeat, a simple three words, Yin Fengwu, but I exhausted all my courage to say it.

These three words really made him pay too much and lose too much!