Mr. Jiu

Before Tang Yier's Po Tian Zhi pointed out, the five afterimages behind Lin Yang had already merged into one, and the monstrous sword intent struck.

Lin Yang's eyes became very sharp, and the rays of light that shot out made people palpitate. It was difficult to connect him with the taciturn boy before.

"Massacre style!"

A sword shadow strikes, splitting the sky and the earth immediately, this is a kind of offensive that makes people tremble,

"Hey!"

The dazzling sword light is as thick as a bucket, extremely sharp and indestructible.

This was a very thrilling scene. The disciples in the stands were frightened again and felt chills down their backs. With such a distance, they could all feel the horrifying killing intent, like falling into an ice cellar, let alone Tang Yier facing it personally.

The finger light shot out by his Heaven-breaking finger was just resisted for a while, and then it was shattered. The sword light penetrated his body, and he looked at his body in disbelief. Cheng Xingguang, he has already died, and he was knocked out of the Mysterious Soul Realm!

"Chi Yuanfeng... wins!"

Even the deacons and elders were surprised, this move is too powerful, I am afraid that none of the younger generation of disciples in the entire Honghuang Taoist sect can block such an attack.

"This boy turned out to be the biggest dark horse..."

Someone in the stands murmured that this year's ranking competition was so ups and downs, full of ups and downs, Chi Yuanfeng was hidden so deeply, there was Xiaoyehuang now, and Lin Jiu later, it really gave people too many surprises.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Elder Rui repeated three times, his smiling old face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.

The knife-wielding boy at Ji Mie Peak originally just watched with his hands folded in front of his chest, but now, with his hands down, his expression became serious. Lin Jiu made him look at it with admiration.

"My God! Is this still a battle in the Tongluo Realm!"

Someone came back to his senses and sighed.

I was not optimistic about Chi Yuanfeng before, thinking that it was just luck to come to the present, and those who slandered him have now shut their mouths obediently.

Lin Yang was neither surprised nor happy, he already knew the power of the massacre style, the move passed to him by his master Qiu Fan, Lin Yang suspected that there was a big reason behind it, and there might be other moves, because it seemed a bit unsatisfactory a feeling of.

This time, he was almost hollowed out. If Tang Yier blocked him, he might lose because he had no power to fight anymore.

On a peak, Tang Yier was knocked out of the mystical realm of the soul, and has not recovered yet.

The power of that blow just now is not weaker than his Tang family's powerful unique skills. This Lin Yang is probably also a core disciple of a certain ancient family who came to experience the prehistoric Taoism, but each ancient family has more or less mutual respect for each other. I have some understanding, but I have never heard of such a sword move.

The ancient aristocratic family has had emperor realm powerhouses in Xiangu or earlier, the bloodline has been changed, and the inheritance is even more amazing, so it can continue to this day. The power of some handed down exercises is unimaginable. It is also one of them. The power of the sword move just now belongs to the same level as the Shattering Finger, and it is even stronger.

Tang Yier felt that he was not wronged by the loss. Although he was arrogant, he was not without brains. Failure would become the driving force for him to become stronger and a thorn in his side.

"Lin Jiu! I will defeat you in the future!"

Tang Yier secretly made up his mind.

In the stands of the Cabinet of Internal Affairs, another elder asked Elder Rui.

"Elder Rui, that sword move was probably passed on to him by Qiu Fan! It must have been obtained from exploring the ancient ruins of the Immortals. I think everyone in the Dao Sect of the Great Desolation should learn this kind of thing."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Elder Rui!

"Opportunities and opportunities are their own luck. Even if we want to take them out, it depends on whether Qiu Fan is willing or not! When we explored the ancient ruins of the immortals, because of our carelessness, the Chiyuan Peak lineage was completely killed and injured, leaving Qiu Fan alone! You still have the face to ask him to take out what he got! I will not agree to this matter, and you should not mention it again!"

Elder Rui suddenly became furious and said, all these years, there have been people in the sect coveting the things that Chi Yuanfeng got in the ancient ruins of the immortals back then, and he has been strongly opposed to it, but he did not expect someone to mention it now.

The deacon elder shut his mouth resentfully. After all, Elder Rui is the oldest deacon elder in the Cabinet of Ministers, and besides the nine masters in the Primordial Taoist Sect, he is the first person to talk.

"Old Rui, don't be angry, let's watch the game!"

Another old man on the side smoothed things over.

On this side, Lin Yang rested for a long time and adjusted his state to the best. There is only the last game left. Everyone waited a little longer and didn't care much, because the last moment is worth waiting for.

The boy with the knife came onto the stage, his whole demeanor was the same as the knife in his hand, domineering and fierce.

"You are a worthy opponent!"

The boy said coldly.

"Chi Yuanfeng, Lin Jiu."

Lin Yang pulled out the Zhan Lu sword.

The boy didn't communicate with each other's names, the long knife directly dragged sparks on the ground, and rushed towards Li Linyang.

A respectable opponent will naturally display the fiercest attack,

The knife in his hand is very extraordinary, half of the blade is full of taotie patterns, like a knife spewing out from the mouth of a prehistoric beast.

His thin body became muscular during running, nearly two meters long, and his long hair was disheveled. If he uses a mad knife, he must go mad first!

"This is……"

People in the stands were astonished. The boy had never displayed such a state in previous battles. There were black flames burning in his eyes, which was appalling and unimaginable.

"This is a secret technique to increase combat power, and it seems that the level is not low!"

Some people see through.

"This kind of secret technique generally has a greater increase, and a greater cost! It seems that if you want to come up, you will kill Lin Yang, and you will not give him the chance to use the trick just now!"

The young man who sacrificed Miefeng had a very clear purpose. It seemed that he was also very afraid of Lin Yang's move just now, fearing that he would not be able to block it.

His knife has a magical power, it seems to be able to make people's hearts surge and blood boil, and they want to put down all defenses with him and fight for their lives!

Lin Yang forcibly suppressed this thought in his heart, and used Xiao Se's sword intent to restrict the boy's figure and avoid his attack at the same time.

Every time the long knife is swung down, there will be a blade glow with black flames, and the destructive power is amazing. Lin Yang has no doubt that as long as he is swung, he will be defeated.

The image of a glutton loomed in the shadow of his knife, and when he opened his mouth to spit out, countless Yin soldiers and Yin horses roared and rushed to kill, like a flood.

Lin Yang's Zhanlu sword seems to be a little different, a mysterious power is stimulated, the black sword body faintly has a golden light flowing, and the sword light seems to restrain the yin soldier and yin horse transformed from the knife.

"That sword reminds me of the legendary sword of benevolence, the Zhanlu sword! The benevolent is full of righteousness and can suppress all evil!"

At this time, a deacon elder sighed.

"Maybe it's just a similarity, or an imitation. After all, the Zhanlu Sword is just an ancient fairy tale."

Another deacon elder said.

"Ding ding ding ding ding!"

The knives and swords intersected continuously, making a series of sounds, like a sad song of heartbreak.

Lin Yang retreated steadily, the youth's saber skills were not inferior to his sword skills, he also comprehended the saber intent, and also used the secret technique.

Everyone saw it, it was only a matter of time before Lin Yang was defeated.