Chapter 784
With three swords, Ye Qingfeng, who was half a step in the sky, was defeated with only three swords.
Moreover, the sword intent emanating from Lin Yun's body is still the innate sword intent, which gives the impression that he still has spare power.
The referee was a little absent-minded, Lin Yun's strength was obvious to all, and no one thought he was weak. Even in the hearts of many people, he will definitely enter the top 30 this year's feast of dragons.
Even if you win one, you may not be able to enter the top fifteen.
After all, the Three Kings and Qiying are too terrifying, and being able to enter the top 15 is already an extremely high ranking. The most important thing is that Lin Yun is only 18 years old.
But no one ever thought that he could defeat Ye Qingfeng with three swords. When the result appeared, the referee couldn't believe what he saw.
More than the referee can't believe it, many people have looked away, and if they think about it, Lin Yun should be defeated.
After all, the gap in cultivation is too big, a half-step celestial soul, a peak of yin and yang realm, according to common sense, Ye Qingfeng is enough to crush Lin Yun.
But the outcome of this battle was unexpected.
If it was Nangong Wanyu of Beixue Mountain Villa, or Li Mubai of Tianjian Sect, it would not be so shocking to defeat Ye Qingfeng with three swords, or even defeat Ye Qingfeng with one sword.
But Lin Yun is different, he is just a rising star, and his cultivation is not high. Even if it is a bit ugly, he is still from the Daqin Empire. In such a remote place, there is absolutely no way to compare the background with the nine major overlords.
The most exaggerated thing is that until now, Lin Yun still gives the impression that he has not done his best.
"It's incredible!"
"It's three swords again, his sword intent is definitely not only innate, but how many trump cards does Lin Yun hide!"
"I suspect now that even if he encounters the top ten evildoers in the last session, Lin Yun may not have no chance."
The leaders of all parties in the spectator seats were shocked and surprised.
Ye Qingfeng was different from the others that Lin Yun had defeated before. He was a half-step celestial spirit, and his cultivation level was comparable to that of Nanhua Qiying.
"Three kings and seven heroes are out, I'm afraid it is difficult for someone to guarantee that his winning streak will be 100% terminated."
Feng Wudao, who was defeated by Lin Yun, sighed and said helplessly.
Now in the fourth and seventh groups, there are three masters who have not yet fought against Lin Yun, Juechen and Jifeng needless to say, both of them are the top masters of Nanhua Qiying Middle School.
The only one left is Yan Ziqing, who was ranked 14th in the last Longyun Ranking, and his strength is on a par with Wu Xiaotian. This person is quite remarkable, but he has long been famous as a master of the older generation, and his popularity is not as popular as Lin Yun.
Originally, Feng Wudao thought that if he met Yan Ziqing, Lin Yun would definitely lose. But right now, Lin Yun had at least a 40% chance of winning.
As for Fang Hanluo, in Feng Wudao's view, the uncertainty is too great.
In the Tian Yao Pavilion seat, Yan Longzi's face was a little ugly. After all, he had long said that Lin Yun would die if he didn't admit defeat.
"This guy does have some skills, but it's still impossible to get into the top ten."
A cold glow flashed in Yan Longzi's eyes, and he said coldly.
Yue Weiwei ignored him at all, a rare quietness appeared on her seductive face, and she looked at Lin Yun softly.
Brother Yun has really grown up.
I still remember that stupid boy from the beginning, who dared to save himself in front of Bai Lixuan regardless of his life and death. In the face of Si Xueyi's pursuit, he would rather jump off the Yinfeng Stream than surrender himself.
At the beginning, I never thought that in just two years, he would rise so fast.
Thinking about it, Yue Weiwei couldn't help but raise a smile at the corner of her mouth when she thought of all kinds of funny words in the Yinfeng Stream.
When Lin Yun returned to the ring, the dark and yellow aura in the jade pendant around his waist had condensed into a star with one star. The starlight overflowed and turned into wisps of light that draped over Lin Yun's body, making him look extraordinarily sacred.
North Snow Mountain Villa Nangong Wanyu and Tianjian Sect Li Mubai looked at each other, and the same meaning appeared in their eyes.
In this feast of dragons, there is another notable swordsman besides the other party.
Time passed and the game continued.
In the next round of competition, Lin Yun's opponent directly chose to admit defeat, which was surprisingly decisive.
There are only three rounds left in the knockout round, everyone has three matches, and no one is fighting for the unwinnable game at the critical moment.
It didn't take long for the four and seven groups to scuffle.
Feng Wudao met Ye Qingfeng, and both of them were defeated by Lin Yun. Ye Qingfeng should have been stronger. But he was injured a little bit by Lin Yun, and the advantage of Half-step Heaven Soul was not so obvious. This victory is still very interesting.
As soon as the two played against each other, Ye Qingfeng wanted to rely on his cultivation base to make a quick decision and did not want to drag it on.
Sanjue Claw showed a fierce and terrifying offensive in his hands. Feng Wudao smiled slightly. He who always liked to confront hard, chose to avoid the edge for a while.
"Broken Mountain Claw!"
When the purple moon was in the sky, Ye Qingfeng's murderous aura overflowed, and with one claw, he took out a huge animal claw. The fury of the animal's claws seems to be able to crush the mountain easily.
Pfft!
Feng Wudao made a mistake and was caught with several ferocious wounds on his chest, dripping with blood.
"Look when you can be arrogant!"
Feng Wudao's eyes flashed a ruthless color, and with a flash of lightning, he quickly avoided the opponent's follow-up offensive. Although he is retreating, there will always be a terrifying counter-attack in the course of his steps, so as not to let the opponent gain too much power.
On the Shenglong stage, silhouettes flickered.
The two of you come and go, the offensive is quite fierce, but it can be clearly seen that Ye Qingfeng has the advantage.
"Hide, hide, hide, I'll see when you hide, Sanjue Heartbreaking Fist!"
Ye Qingfeng's eyes flashed with annoyance, and the terrifying ultimate move against Lin Yun before was directly blasted out.
Taking a closer look, the sharpness of this move is nowhere near as sharp as it was against Lin Yunshi.
"Waiting for you."
Feng Wudao sneered, and instantly displayed the thunderous will of Dacheng Peak, and the sky was immediately filled with thick thunderclouds.
The originally bright moonlight dimmed in the blink of an eye.
Bang!
Ziyue had no light, and Feng Wudao exploded with one blow, directly smashing the Sanjue Heartbreaking Fist. Ye Qingfeng spat out blood and landed directly on the edge of the ring, his footsteps swaying and he almost fell.
"Assigned."
Feng Wudao smiled slightly and cupped his hands.
"See you in the ranking battle."
Ye Qingfeng's eyes flickered and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say much.
Victory is victory, defeat is defeat, making excuses is meaningless. It is to win the ranked battle.
"I am waiting."
Feng Wudao smiled coldly, but he was not afraid.
The knockout rounds are coming to an end, and the game is getting more and more brutal. In order to compete for the 100 places in the qualifying battle, there is almost nothing left between them.
In the competitions of the other groups, Lin Yun took a general look, and Wu Xiaotian was still undefeated and extremely strong.
Ji Wuye is a little bit bad, he has already lost two games, and if he is unlucky, the road to this feast of dragons will be over.
With a glance, Lin Yun's eyes fell on Bai Lixuan.
Bai Lixuan had bad luck. He had met Nangong Wanyu before and decided to admit defeat.
The winning streak has been terminated, but with his strength, entering the final qualifying battle should be a definite certainty. Besides, his Canglong Sword Art is far from exerting his full strength. Besides, Lin Yun has an intuition.
Bai Lixuan still has a hole card in his hand, which is why he directly conceded defeat to Nangong Wanyu, and did not want to expose his trump card.
His ambition is very big.
After dozens of tricks, Bai Lixuan on the Rising Dragon Platform smashed the opponent's blade with one sword and won.
The two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and said hello.
"It seems that Lin Yun and Bai Lixuan shouldn't have a big problem entering the qualifying battle. Especially Lin Yun, his potential is far from being revealed. If things go on like this, there is a good chance of entering the top 15."
Among the seats in the Daqin Empire, the elders of the other sects congratulated Protector Mei.
Hufa Mei had a smile on his face. Whether it was Lin Yun or Bai Lixuan, he poured a lot of emotion into him. Now the two of them have made extremely striking performances at the feast of dragons, and the depths of his heart can no longer be described as excitement.
Who would have thought that a sect disciple of the Great Qin Empire could shine so dazzlingly in the feast of dragons.
After this feast, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion will definitely be prosperous, and it is very likely to get out of the Daqin Empire.
Soon, the eighth and ninth rounds of the knockout round ended, and everyone present had only one game left.
The overall situation has been decided, but in the final battle of the knockout, no one dared to relax.
Even the players who made steady progress in the qualifying battle did not want to admit defeat. Until now, almost all the disciples of the various sects have understood the importance of Xuanhuang Qi.
So far, there are only a handful of players who can maintain a winning streak, except for the Three Kings and Qiying.
Only Lin Yun, Wu Xiaotian, Yan Ziqing and the mysterious black-robed swordsman Zhu Qingshan were left, and the rest of the dark horses either lost or conceded.
As for Yue Weiwei, she met Jiang Ziye of Gan Yunzong.
In the battle that everyone was looking forward to, Yue Weiwei smiled and voluntarily chose to admit defeat.
It was beyond the expectations of many people. After all, Yue Weiwei is quite mysterious, and many people think that she is capable of fighting Jiang Ziye.
Among the four, Wu Xiaotian and Yan Ziqing are senior experts, one ranked eleventh and one ranked fourteenth in the last Longyun Ranking. Without encountering the Three Kings and Qiying, the winning streak so far is not unexpected.
Only Lin Yun and Zhu Qingshan, two dark horses, one with a sword and the other with a knife, left a deep impression on people.
It's just that compared to Lin Yun, Zhu Qingshan is too hostile, and there are many dead souls under the knife, which makes people uncomfortable. Many people think that he should be cultivating the magic method, or maybe he is a disciple of some evil cultivator, so he uses a black robe to cover his face.
"In the final round of the mixed group battle, Lin Yun vs. Jifeng!"
Whoa!
As soon as the referee's voice fell, there was a fierce uproar in the huge venue, and the entire audience was shocked.
"This is really unexpected. There is only one last battle left, and I actually encountered Jifeng."
"I thought Lin Yun would end the knockout round with a winning streak. This is not good. Those dark horses who met the three kings and Qiying voluntarily conceded defeat and kept their cards."
"This is correct. After all, it's just a knockout match. The real showdown is still a qualifying match."
"I don't know if Jifeng will give Lin Yun a chance to decide the outcome with one move, just like he and Juechen, otherwise Lin Yun will have to admit defeat."
Most of the discussions were filled with sighs, and they didn't encounter them in nine games, but they did in the last battle. Lin Yun's luck is really bad, otherwise he will win the game in a row.
Under the stage, Ji Feng looked stern and did not move.
In addition to facing Juechen, his opponents all chose to admit defeat, and he didn't think Lin Yun would be an accident. The prestige of the three kings and seven heroes is a deadly deterrent to these dark horses.
For a while, countless eyes fell on Lin Yun, waiting for his decision.
Bai Lixuan, Ji Wuye, Wu Xiaotian, Nangong Wanyu, Li Mubai... Whether they are familiar or unfamiliar, they are very curious about what kind of decision he will make.
Feeling these many sights, the funeral flower hidden in the sheath trembled and buzzed.
To the heart of the sword, keep moving forward! Carrying the funeral flower, Lin Yun landed on the Rising Dragon Platform in a flash, without the slightest hesitation in his steps.
Moreover, the sword intent emanating from Lin Yun's body is still the innate sword intent, which gives the impression that he still has spare power.
The referee was a little absent-minded, Lin Yun's strength was obvious to all, and no one thought he was weak. Even in the hearts of many people, he will definitely enter the top 30 this year's feast of dragons.
Even if you win one, you may not be able to enter the top fifteen.
After all, the Three Kings and Qiying are too terrifying, and being able to enter the top 15 is already an extremely high ranking. The most important thing is that Lin Yun is only 18 years old.
But no one ever thought that he could defeat Ye Qingfeng with three swords. When the result appeared, the referee couldn't believe what he saw.
More than the referee can't believe it, many people have looked away, and if they think about it, Lin Yun should be defeated.
After all, the gap in cultivation is too big, a half-step celestial soul, a peak of yin and yang realm, according to common sense, Ye Qingfeng is enough to crush Lin Yun.
But the outcome of this battle was unexpected.
If it was Nangong Wanyu of Beixue Mountain Villa, or Li Mubai of Tianjian Sect, it would not be so shocking to defeat Ye Qingfeng with three swords, or even defeat Ye Qingfeng with one sword.
But Lin Yun is different, he is just a rising star, and his cultivation is not high. Even if it is a bit ugly, he is still from the Daqin Empire. In such a remote place, there is absolutely no way to compare the background with the nine major overlords.
The most exaggerated thing is that until now, Lin Yun still gives the impression that he has not done his best.
"It's incredible!"
"It's three swords again, his sword intent is definitely not only innate, but how many trump cards does Lin Yun hide!"
"I suspect now that even if he encounters the top ten evildoers in the last session, Lin Yun may not have no chance."
The leaders of all parties in the spectator seats were shocked and surprised.
Ye Qingfeng was different from the others that Lin Yun had defeated before. He was a half-step celestial spirit, and his cultivation level was comparable to that of Nanhua Qiying.
"Three kings and seven heroes are out, I'm afraid it is difficult for someone to guarantee that his winning streak will be 100% terminated."
Feng Wudao, who was defeated by Lin Yun, sighed and said helplessly.
Now in the fourth and seventh groups, there are three masters who have not yet fought against Lin Yun, Juechen and Jifeng needless to say, both of them are the top masters of Nanhua Qiying Middle School.
The only one left is Yan Ziqing, who was ranked 14th in the last Longyun Ranking, and his strength is on a par with Wu Xiaotian. This person is quite remarkable, but he has long been famous as a master of the older generation, and his popularity is not as popular as Lin Yun.
Originally, Feng Wudao thought that if he met Yan Ziqing, Lin Yun would definitely lose. But right now, Lin Yun had at least a 40% chance of winning.
As for Fang Hanluo, in Feng Wudao's view, the uncertainty is too great.
In the Tian Yao Pavilion seat, Yan Longzi's face was a little ugly. After all, he had long said that Lin Yun would die if he didn't admit defeat.
"This guy does have some skills, but it's still impossible to get into the top ten."
A cold glow flashed in Yan Longzi's eyes, and he said coldly.
Yue Weiwei ignored him at all, a rare quietness appeared on her seductive face, and she looked at Lin Yun softly.
Brother Yun has really grown up.
I still remember that stupid boy from the beginning, who dared to save himself in front of Bai Lixuan regardless of his life and death. In the face of Si Xueyi's pursuit, he would rather jump off the Yinfeng Stream than surrender himself.
At the beginning, I never thought that in just two years, he would rise so fast.
Thinking about it, Yue Weiwei couldn't help but raise a smile at the corner of her mouth when she thought of all kinds of funny words in the Yinfeng Stream.
When Lin Yun returned to the ring, the dark and yellow aura in the jade pendant around his waist had condensed into a star with one star. The starlight overflowed and turned into wisps of light that draped over Lin Yun's body, making him look extraordinarily sacred.
North Snow Mountain Villa Nangong Wanyu and Tianjian Sect Li Mubai looked at each other, and the same meaning appeared in their eyes.
In this feast of dragons, there is another notable swordsman besides the other party.
Time passed and the game continued.
In the next round of competition, Lin Yun's opponent directly chose to admit defeat, which was surprisingly decisive.
There are only three rounds left in the knockout round, everyone has three matches, and no one is fighting for the unwinnable game at the critical moment.
It didn't take long for the four and seven groups to scuffle.
Feng Wudao met Ye Qingfeng, and both of them were defeated by Lin Yun. Ye Qingfeng should have been stronger. But he was injured a little bit by Lin Yun, and the advantage of Half-step Heaven Soul was not so obvious. This victory is still very interesting.
As soon as the two played against each other, Ye Qingfeng wanted to rely on his cultivation base to make a quick decision and did not want to drag it on.
Sanjue Claw showed a fierce and terrifying offensive in his hands. Feng Wudao smiled slightly. He who always liked to confront hard, chose to avoid the edge for a while.
"Broken Mountain Claw!"
When the purple moon was in the sky, Ye Qingfeng's murderous aura overflowed, and with one claw, he took out a huge animal claw. The fury of the animal's claws seems to be able to crush the mountain easily.
Pfft!
Feng Wudao made a mistake and was caught with several ferocious wounds on his chest, dripping with blood.
"Look when you can be arrogant!"
Feng Wudao's eyes flashed a ruthless color, and with a flash of lightning, he quickly avoided the opponent's follow-up offensive. Although he is retreating, there will always be a terrifying counter-attack in the course of his steps, so as not to let the opponent gain too much power.
On the Shenglong stage, silhouettes flickered.
The two of you come and go, the offensive is quite fierce, but it can be clearly seen that Ye Qingfeng has the advantage.
"Hide, hide, hide, I'll see when you hide, Sanjue Heartbreaking Fist!"
Ye Qingfeng's eyes flashed with annoyance, and the terrifying ultimate move against Lin Yun before was directly blasted out.
Taking a closer look, the sharpness of this move is nowhere near as sharp as it was against Lin Yunshi.
"Waiting for you."
Feng Wudao sneered, and instantly displayed the thunderous will of Dacheng Peak, and the sky was immediately filled with thick thunderclouds.
The originally bright moonlight dimmed in the blink of an eye.
Bang!
Ziyue had no light, and Feng Wudao exploded with one blow, directly smashing the Sanjue Heartbreaking Fist. Ye Qingfeng spat out blood and landed directly on the edge of the ring, his footsteps swaying and he almost fell.
"Assigned."
Feng Wudao smiled slightly and cupped his hands.
"See you in the ranking battle."
Ye Qingfeng's eyes flickered and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say much.
Victory is victory, defeat is defeat, making excuses is meaningless. It is to win the ranked battle.
"I am waiting."
Feng Wudao smiled coldly, but he was not afraid.
The knockout rounds are coming to an end, and the game is getting more and more brutal. In order to compete for the 100 places in the qualifying battle, there is almost nothing left between them.
In the competitions of the other groups, Lin Yun took a general look, and Wu Xiaotian was still undefeated and extremely strong.
Ji Wuye is a little bit bad, he has already lost two games, and if he is unlucky, the road to this feast of dragons will be over.
With a glance, Lin Yun's eyes fell on Bai Lixuan.
Bai Lixuan had bad luck. He had met Nangong Wanyu before and decided to admit defeat.
The winning streak has been terminated, but with his strength, entering the final qualifying battle should be a definite certainty. Besides, his Canglong Sword Art is far from exerting his full strength. Besides, Lin Yun has an intuition.
Bai Lixuan still has a hole card in his hand, which is why he directly conceded defeat to Nangong Wanyu, and did not want to expose his trump card.
His ambition is very big.
After dozens of tricks, Bai Lixuan on the Rising Dragon Platform smashed the opponent's blade with one sword and won.
The two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and said hello.
"It seems that Lin Yun and Bai Lixuan shouldn't have a big problem entering the qualifying battle. Especially Lin Yun, his potential is far from being revealed. If things go on like this, there is a good chance of entering the top 15."
Among the seats in the Daqin Empire, the elders of the other sects congratulated Protector Mei.
Hufa Mei had a smile on his face. Whether it was Lin Yun or Bai Lixuan, he poured a lot of emotion into him. Now the two of them have made extremely striking performances at the feast of dragons, and the depths of his heart can no longer be described as excitement.
Who would have thought that a sect disciple of the Great Qin Empire could shine so dazzlingly in the feast of dragons.
After this feast, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion will definitely be prosperous, and it is very likely to get out of the Daqin Empire.
Soon, the eighth and ninth rounds of the knockout round ended, and everyone present had only one game left.
The overall situation has been decided, but in the final battle of the knockout, no one dared to relax.
Even the players who made steady progress in the qualifying battle did not want to admit defeat. Until now, almost all the disciples of the various sects have understood the importance of Xuanhuang Qi.
So far, there are only a handful of players who can maintain a winning streak, except for the Three Kings and Qiying.
Only Lin Yun, Wu Xiaotian, Yan Ziqing and the mysterious black-robed swordsman Zhu Qingshan were left, and the rest of the dark horses either lost or conceded.
As for Yue Weiwei, she met Jiang Ziye of Gan Yunzong.
In the battle that everyone was looking forward to, Yue Weiwei smiled and voluntarily chose to admit defeat.
It was beyond the expectations of many people. After all, Yue Weiwei is quite mysterious, and many people think that she is capable of fighting Jiang Ziye.
Among the four, Wu Xiaotian and Yan Ziqing are senior experts, one ranked eleventh and one ranked fourteenth in the last Longyun Ranking. Without encountering the Three Kings and Qiying, the winning streak so far is not unexpected.
Only Lin Yun and Zhu Qingshan, two dark horses, one with a sword and the other with a knife, left a deep impression on people.
It's just that compared to Lin Yun, Zhu Qingshan is too hostile, and there are many dead souls under the knife, which makes people uncomfortable. Many people think that he should be cultivating the magic method, or maybe he is a disciple of some evil cultivator, so he uses a black robe to cover his face.
"In the final round of the mixed group battle, Lin Yun vs. Jifeng!"
Whoa!
As soon as the referee's voice fell, there was a fierce uproar in the huge venue, and the entire audience was shocked.
"This is really unexpected. There is only one last battle left, and I actually encountered Jifeng."
"I thought Lin Yun would end the knockout round with a winning streak. This is not good. Those dark horses who met the three kings and Qiying voluntarily conceded defeat and kept their cards."
"This is correct. After all, it's just a knockout match. The real showdown is still a qualifying match."
"I don't know if Jifeng will give Lin Yun a chance to decide the outcome with one move, just like he and Juechen, otherwise Lin Yun will have to admit defeat."
Most of the discussions were filled with sighs, and they didn't encounter them in nine games, but they did in the last battle. Lin Yun's luck is really bad, otherwise he will win the game in a row.
Under the stage, Ji Feng looked stern and did not move.
In addition to facing Juechen, his opponents all chose to admit defeat, and he didn't think Lin Yun would be an accident. The prestige of the three kings and seven heroes is a deadly deterrent to these dark horses.
For a while, countless eyes fell on Lin Yun, waiting for his decision.
Bai Lixuan, Ji Wuye, Wu Xiaotian, Nangong Wanyu, Li Mubai... Whether they are familiar or unfamiliar, they are very curious about what kind of decision he will make.
Feeling these many sights, the funeral flower hidden in the sheath trembled and buzzed.
To the heart of the sword, keep moving forward! Carrying the funeral flower, Lin Yun landed on the Rising Dragon Platform in a flash, without the slightest hesitation in his steps.
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