Chapter 808

The breeze blew across the lake of Jiulong Lake, and the terrifying vision of the sword light, all accompanied by the referee's voice, gradually subsided.

However, when everyone's eyes fell on Nangong Wanyu, who was struggling to stand up, her expression couldn't help changing.

On the broken Shenglong stage, Nangong Wanyu lost a lot of mysterious yellow energy, and he coughed and spit out blood.

Victory and defeat!

Countless eyes were looking at Nangong Wanyu, her beautiful face was extremely pale at the moment, and she couldn't help but have a spy in her heart. They have witnessed a certain history of Nanhua Ancient Region. From now on, the title of the strongest swordsman among the younger generations of Nanhua Ancient Region will fall into Lin Yun's hands.

This name of the strongest, the title that countless swordsmen in the southern regions yearn for, and if you want to take it away, you have to defeat Lin Yun.

This victory was not only a change of the strongest swordsman, but Lin Yun also got a very precious seed quota at the same time.

From a rookie dark horse, he finally became a peerless dark horse at this feast of dragons. Up to now, he is tied with the three little kings. He is also a seed player, and he still continues his undefeated legend.

At this moment, Lin Yun was full of attention, and countless eyes looked at Lin Yun with complex colors.

Nangong Wanyu's defeat was really shocking, and she still hasn't recovered. Even before Lin Yun defeated Li Mubai with one sword, not many people thought that he would really defeat Nangong Wanyu.

Especially after the fight, Nangong Wanyu had a huge advantage from beginning to end, and many people were worried about Lin Yun.

But the end result is to subvert everyone.

boom!

After swallowing the mysterious yellow aura that Nangong Wanyu had lost, the dragon shadow on Lin Yun's body became much firmer again, but still the nine feet did not increase.

When the dragon shadow entered the body, a warm current surged up and down Lin Yun's body, and the wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As for the spirit and energy lost in the war, most of it was instantly restored, and the magic of Long Ying seemed extremely miraculous. To be precise, it was the breath of the mysterious Qinglong on the ancient road of the starry sky that created the many benefits of Longying.

"Teached."

Nangong Wanyu was a little lost, but out of courtesy, she still bowed to Lin Yun after taking Feixue back.

"Assignment."

Lin Yun still respected this person, and bowed his hands in return.

"Brother Lin's tenacity is really admirable."

Nangong Wanyu said quite meaningfully, others only saw that he had a huge advantage in the situation, but they could not see the pain that he could never truly kill the opponent.

That kind of feeling is extremely uncomfortable, and it clearly has the advantage, but the opponent relies on the superb Sword of Tyrant to hold on to the death, but it is impossible to win.

"It's just that the physical body has a slight advantage."

Lin Yun smiled calmly.

"Why be humble. If it's just the physical body that has the advantage, if you change someone else, you'll be riddled with holes long ago. You and I know that your attainments in swordsmanship are much higher than mine."

Nangong Wanyu glanced at Lin Yun deeply, then waved away.

Lin Yun watched the opponent leave, and felt a little relieved, the battle was finally won.

"Won!"

"It's so powerful, it actually defeated Nangong Wanyu."

"Hahaha, back then, my sword pavilion master swept across the southern region. Now, if I learn that my High Heaven Sword Pavilion has another young and strongest swordsman in Nanhua ancient region, it will definitely be very gratifying."

"Lin Yun, he does have the style of the ancestor Jian Wuming."

With Nangong Wanyu's departure, the battle has come to an end. Many elders of the sword pavilion in the Great Qin Empire looked extremely excited, and their eyes were full of excitement.

Hufa Mei stroked his beard and looked at Lin Yun's figure with faint tears.

If the old pavilion master and the thirteenth master were present, they would be very happy, but unfortunately they couldn't see such a scene.

"From now on, Lin Yun's name will definitely resound throughout the ancient South China Region!"

Feng Ye clenched his fists and said excitedly.

Some people are happy and naturally worried. Compared with the ecstatic expressions of everyone in the Daqin Empire, the expressions of everyone in Beixue Mountain Villa are naturally extremely ugly.

But there is always someone who is uglier than the elders of Beixue Mountain Villa, just like Lin Tao of Xuanyang Palace was killed, and the most ugly person is not the person in Xuanyang Palace.

Nangong Wanyu was defeated, and among the millions of people, Yan Longzi's face was the most ugly, and embarrassment couldn't be described.

The many disciples of the Tianyao Pavilion secretly turned their eyes away from time to time, and even people from other nearby sects looked at them.

However, when Yan Longzi glared back fiercely, these people immediately took their eyes back, and did not speak with a sullen face.

This kind of behavior made Yan Longzi extremely uncomfortable, his face flashed a ferocious look, and he said angrily: "Look what, this kid won, what does it have to do with me?"

Obviously he planned to be cheeky and fooled what he said.

Fear of the prestige of his three little kings, and the signboard of the Tianyao Pavilion, it is estimated that few people dare to reveal it in public. Seeing that he was about to be fooled, Yan Longzi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a graceful voice.

"Hee hee, why is everyone looking at you, isn't senior brother well aware of it?"

Yue Weiwei narrowed her eyes and said with a smile.

bitch!

Yan Longzi cursed fiercely in his heart, and said with a dark face, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Hey, brother, you don't have a good memory, I'll remember it for you. As long as Lin Yun defeats Nangong Wanyu, you have to slap yourself ten times and celebrate. The man has said a word, and the horse is hard to catch up. I can't regret it."

Others are afraid of him, but Yue Weiwei is not afraid at all.

"I, Yan Longzi, have always promised a lot of money, and I will definitely do what I say, but I want to know what you said, who else has heard it except you. Anyone who has heard it, please say it out loud, I, Yan Longzi, have a lot of reward!"

Yan Longzi sneered, since he planned to be shameless, he never thought of slapping his own face.

Isn't that a big joke!

It's too tender for this girl to fight with herself. He really doesn't believe that someone dares to hit him in the face in public.

"I heard."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rather neat voice coming from a distance.

Yan Longzi's eyes immediately showed killing intent, not only him, but everyone else was also surprised. Who is this... who dares to trouble Yan Longzi, is he dying?

"Zhao Wuji!"

But when Yan Longzi saw this person, his face changed greatly.

Purple Thunder Sect Zhao Wuji, the seat of Purple Thunder Sect and Tian Yao Pavilion are far apart, but this distance is definitely not a big deal to the three little kings. The wind and grass can be heard clearly, not to mention the harsh words of Yan Longzi before.

"You don't need a reward, you did say it."

Zao Wou-Ki glanced at him indifferently, then withdrew his gaze, ignoring it.

"you!"

Yan Longzi suddenly vomited blood and couldn't help but burst out on the spot.

"enough."

But at this moment, a cold snort came, and the pavilion master of Tianyao Pavilion spoke up.

Yan Longzi hurriedly took back his anger and responded, "Master..."

"It's not necessarily a bad thing to be ashamed and then brave, you can see for yourself."

The pavilion master of Tianyao Pavilion was expressionless, not angry and arrogant, and closed his eyes again after saying a word.

Yan Longzi's face suddenly turned ashen and extremely ugly, and he couldn't even slap this slap in the face...

"Yue Weiwei, you are cruel!"

Yan Longzi gritted his teeth and said something.

"Senior brother, I'm not ruthless, but you are ruthless. At least I won't slap myself, giggling." With the crisp laughter, Yue Weiwei blinked her eyes and said.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Yan Longzi's face was sullen, his hands moved, and he slapped his face in front of the public.

He was so fast that the person who slapped him couldn't see clearly, but his body was too strong and his face was sullen. The harshness of the sound of the slap spread far and wide, and many people looked over in astonishment.

"It's so miserable..."

Such an embarrassing scene, the people who watched it were heartbroken.

So far from the feast of dragons, this Yanlongzi has been slapped in the face by Lin Yun, and he actually slapped himself.

I have to say, it's really... interesting, and many people couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The slaps were quickly finished, and this farce had come to an end. Yan Longzi's heart was burning with anger. He looked at Yue Weiwei and said, "These ten slaps, I will still be on Lin Yun sooner or later, just wait and see."

Yue Weiwei was taken aback for a moment, but a chill flashed in her eyes immediately, and she said with a smile, "Just wait and see."

The turmoil that Yan Longzi slapped himself quickly spread.

After all, San Xiaowang's every move has attracted much attention, not to mention such anecdotal incidents, which have provoked many people to talk about it.

But for the people of the Holy Alliance, it really has no effect.

After Lin Yun had a good rest, the chief referee of the Holy Alliance appeared, looked around and pondered: "Four groups of seed players have been born. If anyone disagrees, they can challenge now, but if they lose, they will lose their qualifications for promotion. Think about it."

The voice fell, and there was a chatter in the spectator seat.

The eyes of several players in the four groups flickered, and they all had some thoughts, especially Li Mubai, who had been hanged on the dragon statue by Lin Yunyi before.

After all, Lin Yun is not a top player like San Xiaowang. They are extremely strong in each group, and they won the seed without showing off the mountains and water.

In contrast, Lin Yun exposed a lot of trump cards, and also suffered some injuries, there is still a bit of a chance to insist.

If anyone takes the lead...

The eyes of many people in the four groups, involuntarily, turned to Tianjianzong Li Mubai.

His injury is not very serious, after all, he was only hit by a sword, and the injury has not fully recovered. However, his spirit has returned to its peak. If he is determined to fight, the injury on his body is nothing.

Li Mubai's face changed, and it was obvious that he was struggling deep inside.

He himself must be defeated by Lin Yun, but if he adds other people, he may not have a chance.

But unfortunately, when he looked at Nangong Wanyu, the other party closed his eyes and rested his mind and had no intention of doing anything. Looking in the direction of Xuanyang Hall, I just realized that Lin Tao had been killed by Lin Yun, and his expression couldn't help but dim a lot.

no chance...

"Don't think about it, take good care of yourself."

The Sect Master of Tianjian Sect glanced at him, completely breaking Li Mubai's mind.

For a long time, no one answered. The chief referee of the Shengmeng pondered: "Since no one is dissatisfied, the four seeded players are officially born, Ziyuedong Tianyu Haotian, Zileizong Zhao Wuji, Tian Yaoge Yan Longzi, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion Lin Yun, congratulations to the four Directly advance to the top ten. There are still six places in the top ten, and we will fight again in three days!"