Boom!
The yellow light was dazzling and dazzling. When all the eight yellow lights like golden light bloomed, a phantom figure appeared behind Lin Yun.
The phantom was ten chapters long, winding up, and the figure was hazy and blurry.
A shuddering aura permeated from this phantom, causing the hearts of tens of thousands of people present to be stunned at the same time.
"Martial soul!"
"Lin Yun has sacrificed his martial spirit, is this a Jedi counterattack?"
After seeing Lin Yun sacrifice his martial arts, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly boiled, and in the desperate situation, countless people were looking forward to whether he could create a miracle.
When that hideous and terrifying demon soul was about to fall completely and devour Lin Yun completely. The phantom behind Lin Yun gradually became clearer.
A dragon with a human face, two sinuous dragon horns in front of his forehead, a thick and white dragon beard, a body like a dragon, red as blood, filled with an ancient and vicissitudes atmosphere, strange evil charm,
"What martial spirit is this?"
Many people showed extreme surprise in their eyes, and they could see that this martial arts had a lot of background, but they couldn't name it.
"Candle Dragon!"
In the VIP seat, Wen Yanbo's face sank, and his expression was extremely shocked.
The body trembled slightly because it was too shocking.
In the primeval period, the god of Zhongshan, called the candle dragon, regarded it as day, rested as night, blew as a dragon, and called it as summer. Not drinking, not eating, not resting, with a human face and a dragon body, this is an ancient evil spirit.
Bang!
When the candle dragon was thoroughly cleaned, his eyes swept away, under the gaze of his eyes. The mighty Blood Prison Demon Soul suddenly froze and shivered a little.
done!
A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, and a confident look appeared on his face.
If it is said that the main body of the opponent's martial spirit is that magic spear, he has nothing to do, but if the body is this blood prison demon soul.
But how fierce is it, can it be fiercer than the ancient evil spirit
"Damn, what's going on?"
Wu Mohan's eyes showed a look of horror, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
His blood prison demon soul, after the other party sacrificed his martial soul, was so frightened that he shivered.
Incredible.
The reason why his martial spirit can not break through the Zifu is because after killing the opponent, he can devour the opponent's martial spirit and strengthen himself.
It has always been impossible for a god to block and kill a god, and a Buddha to block and kill a Buddha.
Today, I was so scared that I didn't dare to move. I was so anxious at the moment, I quickly said: "Come back!"
Can you come back
impossible!
The immemorial vicious soul exuding an ancient breath, when his eyes fell on the blood prison demon soul, his eyes suddenly burst into a hot light.
The whole body was shaking with excitement.
It rushed up wildly, catching up with the blood prison demon soul like lightning, and took a breath.
boom!
A majestic suction force swallowed the blood prison demon soul with an unrivaled force.
The dark eighth platform, which was originally shrouded in the shadow of the demon soul, instantly brightened.
Pfft!
Wu Mohan spit out blood on the spot, his face turned pale, and cracks appeared in his hand with the blood prison magic gun.
Such a strange scene immediately surprised everyone.
swallowed
Wu Mohan's blood prison demon soul was directly swallowed by Zhulong in front of tens of thousands of people on the Longmen battlefield.
"No!"
Unable to accept this scene, Wu Mohan looked crazy, his facial features twisted and rushed towards Lin Yun.
"court death."
Lin Yun snorted coldly, and when he raised his hand, he punched the man's Blood Prison Spear.
Click!
The blood prison magic gun that had cracks was broken on the spot, and Wu Mohan spit out blood on the spot.
"get out!"
This person has been abandoned, and Lin Yun has not killed them all, so he shoots him out with one palm.
As for the candle dragon martial soul, after swallowing the blood prison demon soul, it turned into a rainbow light and escaped into its body.
"Lin Yun wins."
The referee on the battlefield gave Lin Yun a deep look and said nothing.
The winner gets out, the loser gets eliminated.
So far, in the first round of the Longmen competition, all the qualifying places have appeared.
As many people guessed, the pre-match favorites, almost without accident, all made it to the qualifying.
It's not the same as what many people guessed.
The eighth group without the young master had a fierce battle that far surpassed the other seven groups. Especially Lin Yun's battles with Tong Yuan and Wu Mohan successively were even more exciting.
In many people's minds, if they are in other groups, these two are completely qualified to compete for the qualifying spot.
Especially Wu Mohan.
No one would have thought that in the eighth battle stage, there is still such a number one person hidden. Before, they used tragic victories to disguise their strength. If it weren't for Lin Yun, the other eight groups would probably not be able to stop him from qualifying.
Finally, Lin Yun!
Before this match, in the eyes of most people, the teenager would never appear. In the first battle, he killed Luo Yuhang with one sword and removed him from the rookie list.
After that all the way to a winning streak, sweeping the opponent.
Immediately, he won the Xuantian Sect master Tong Yuan with Dragon Tiger Fist and fought against Wu Mohan, which fully showed his profound heritage.
Even without the sword, relying on the sword intent and the majestic True Yuan, he was able to compete with Wu Mohan on equal footing.
Forcing the leader of the half-step Zifu to break out two trump cards that are enough to kill.
In the VIP seats, many masters of the sect's master class set their sights on Lin Yun.
It seems that he wants to see Lin Yun transparently.
The strength of this young man not only exceeded the expectations of the ordinary warriors in the audience, but also made their young master misunderstood.
I originally thought that with his cultivation of the 9th level of Xuanwu, it was absolutely impossible to go very far.
Unexpectedly, it can be strong.
What's even more surprising is that his Torch Dragon Martial Soul actually devoured the Blood Prison Demon Soul directly in the end.
If it can devour a fierce soul, can it devour other martial souls
If you can...
When many people think of this, their hearts seem a little inexplicable and fearful. If this is the case, it would be too scary.
"What the hell is this sword slave?"
Next to the Ziqing Throne, the eldest prince Qin Yu had a gloomy face, and he noticed that Lin Yun seemed to have some secrets.
The sky was getting dark, King Qin looked up at the sky, and then said lightly: "It's getting late, the lottery ceremony for the battle between different groups will be carried out now, Fenghua, you will preside over, please come forward to supervise the elders of each sect."
Princess Fenghua nodded while wearing a veil. She was young, but her aura was very strong.
Whether it is the eighth son or the elders of various sects, they will feel great pressure when facing her.
The drawing ceremony of different groups is very simple.
In addition to the people in this group, anyone who has qualified in other groups may be drawn.
Princess Fenghua randomly draws the identity cards of the two of them. If they are in the same group, they will be drawn again. If they are in the same group, they will be opponents from different groups three days later.
When the box was sealed, the elders who came to supervise all stood nervously behind Princess Fenghua.
Different group battles are very important.
No one hopes that their opponents who qualify for the competition will meet the previous son in the first battle.
The elder who came to supervise the High Heaven Sword Pavilion was naturally Luo Feng, whose expression was more nervous than others.
The three of Jiange, Bai Lixuan, Ye Feng and Lin Yun, all qualified.
It made him happy and worried, and the happy three made it to the finals, and the results were already very good. Worryingly, Lin Yunyi met Qin Yu, the eldest prince, directly in the battle.
After the elders of each sect have checked the boxes one after another.
Princess Fenghua began to draw lots. She stretched out her hand and took out two identity cards from the sealed box. After looking at it, she said, "Three days later, Bai Lixuan of High Heaven Sword Pavilion will face Zuoyun of Hunyuanzong!"
When the voice fell, it caused quite a stir.
The battle between different groups was really exciting. Bai Lixuan and Zuo Yun ranked first and third on the rookie list.
Both of them have performed well in this group stage, I am afraid it will be a tough battle.
"Is it Zuo Yun?"
Among the people in High Heaven Sword Pavilion, Bai Lixuan raised his brows and looked over.
His eyes just met Zuo Yun, who was looking over, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which seemed quite indifferent.
Lin Yun secretly thought in his heart, Zuo Yun would be a little bad if he met Bai Lixuan.
"Young Master Yanxin from Hunyuan Sect, against Xuantian Sect Tang Yuan."
"Hundreds of beasts are closed to the wild, and they will fight against Ye Feng from Lingxiao Sword Pavilion."
"God plan camp Yue Qing, fight against Liu Yu of the blood bone gate."
…
The battle quotas came from Princess Fenghua's mouth, echoing all over the Longmen Square.
Her voice was sweet and agile, but it contained a chill, as if there was a cold wind in the ear, which made people hear it very clearly.
"Young Master Changji of Qin Tian Academy, against Si Xueyi of Demon Moon Villa."
Whoa!
When Young Master Changji played against Si Xueyi, there was another sensation in the quiet field.
Si Xueyi!
The monstrous leader of the Daqin Empire and the Eucharist Bai Lixuan, the first opponent of the different group will be the son of Changji.
If so, it would be a sure loser.
However, among the people of Demon Moon Villa, Si Xueyi seemed quite indifferent. With a casual smile on some overly handsome faces, he doesn't seem to care about winning or losing.
Not at all, the nervousness of facing Young Master Zhan.
"Young Master Feiyu, Qin Yu, against Master Guan Shan of the God of War's strategy camp!"
But before it was over, when Young Master Fenghua's voice fell and fell again, there was an uproar in the field.
Son vs Son!
In a battle between two people, one of them will lose. As a result, the top eight places in the Longmen Grand Competition are equivalent to one more place.
This is really rare, and the probability of being selected by the son is not very large.
Luo Feng's nervous expression finally relieved a little, and a smile appeared on his face.
Young Master Feiyu faced Young Master Guan Shan. There is no doubt about the strength of these two. If Young Master Guan Shan can win, it will be even better.
"You should be relieved, right?"
Among the people in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, Ye Feng looked at Lin Yun and sneered.
Lin Yun said lightly, "It has nothing to do with you."
Ye Feng smiled softly: "Senior brother, take care, why is junior brother so inhumane?"
He was in a good mood. His opponent was Fengye, a sect leader outside the territory of the empire.
If there is no accident, it is basically stable in the top sixteen.
"High Heaven Sword Pavilion..."
At this moment, Princess Fenghua's voice came over, when the words High Heaven Sword Pavilion were mentioned.
The faces of everyone present in Jiange suddenly became solemn.
Bai Lixuan and Ye Feng have already drawn their opponents, since they mentioned the High Heaven Sword Pavilion.
Then the name the princess is going to say can only be Lin Yun.
Who will be his opponent