Ling Aoyu's body shook...
He gritted his teeth and wanted to continue...
Snap!
Snap!
The bones in my body are broken...
The bones of a peak Martial Emperor were extremely hard, but they were still oppressed by that force...
Ling Ao Yu knew that he couldn't win!
One wrong step, all wrong!
From the beginning to the end, he was all within Yun Huan's calculations. Yun Huan used one trick after another and defeated him easily without much effort!
In fact, he didn't exert much power in this battle - because apart from the Shadow Sword at the beginning and the Sword of Death that broke free from its restraints, he didn't even have a chance to attack again!
"I lost… "
The sound of broken bones in the body was clearly audible, and almost every part of the body was in pain. Ling Ao Yu didn't want to become a real waste, so he had to admit defeat!
There was an uproar on the viewing stand!
Ling Ao Yu actually admitted defeat
He is a swordsman, but he actually lost to an inscription master who is weaker than him
"The disciples of Tianxuan Sect are really too amazing!!!'
At this moment, almost everyone on the viewing platform had the illusion that the Four Continents Martial Arts Exchange Conference was held for the rise of the Tianxuan Sect!
Ling Ao Yu lost!
It’s seventh!
"For Jianying Pavilion, getting seventh place is already very good, but for Ling Aoyu, this seventh place is very frustrating!"
"Yes, from my observation, there are still many people on the stage who are not as good as Ling Ao Yu!"
"No matter what, Ling Aoyu's seventh place is a foregone conclusion."
"I didn't expect the last four to be announced so quickly... The remaining six people seem to be very powerful. I wonder who will make the first move..."
As everyone was guessing, they saw Yun Huan still standing on the stage, saying calmly: "The fight just now hardly consumed any energy, I still have a lot of strength, who is willing to spar with me?"
Having seen his scheming and his terrifying attainments in inscriptions, how many people would dare to muster the courage to fight him!
At this time, the six people on the martial arts stage were Mu Zhanfeng from the Tianxuan Sect, the third swordsman Xie Ting, and Yun Huan.
It takes up half of the quota!
Mu Zhanfeng and Xie Ting certainly would not challenge Yun Huan.
However, Beiting Junyu, the common disciple of the two Martial Ancestors of Dragon Hunting Island, who was as proud as Ling Ao Yu, had been resting with his eyes closed from the beginning until now.
No matter how fiercely or vigorously the other people on the stage fought, no matter what the people in the audience said, he just closed his eyes slightly, not caring at all...
He's just waiting!
He will wait for the second place to defeat the others and drive them off the stage, and then he will take action and fight directly with the second place. If he beats the second place, he will be the first place!
This is Beiting Junyu's absolute confidence in himself!
Therefore, Beiting Junyu did not watch or take to heart any of the battles that had taken place on the martial arts arena before or now.
There was no intention to leave early.
In addition to Mu Zhanfeng, Xie Ting and Beiting Junyu, there are two others, one is Xiao Feng from Shengxuan Continent, and the other is Liu Junyan from Black and White Academy.
The first three would never accept Yun Huan’s invitation at this time.
As for the latter two, Xiao Feng was confident that he could win, but he didn't want to sweep the people from Tianxuan Sect off the stage under Lou Qianxue's nose, so he remained obsessed.
There was only one disciple from the Black and White Academy, Liu Junyan.
He looked around, his eyes swept over the other geniuses, and confirmed that they would not make a move, so he stepped out and said, "Let me see Master Yun's inscription pattern!"
That’s all for today, good night everyone.
(End of this chapter)