Tick! Tick!
Blood was dripping from the tip of the sword, and everyone in the huge venue could hear it clearly.
The scene was deadly silent, and even the sounds of fighting on the other Shenglong platforms were temporarily forgotten.
All eyes fell on Lin Yun, on the burial sword that was dripping blood, and on Qin Yang, whose head was separated.
died…
This monstrous evildoer from four years ago, the core disciple of Xuanyang Hall, the evildoer who clamored to make Lin Yun kneel down like a dog and beg for mercy.
He was instantly killed by Lin Yun's sword and fell on the spot.
An indescribable shock hit his face, Xu Du felt as if his throat was blocked, and some were speechless.
It was too cruel, and the shock caused by this scene was too shocking.
The monstrous evildoer actually said that he was dead.
It's not that no one has died in the feast of dragons until now, but they are all unknown people and have not caused any waves. Not to mention a monstrous monster like Qin Yang, even some rising stars who are not as strong as him have never seen anyone die.
Some people lose, but very few people fall.
In front of this scene, no one guessed. The faces of the people in the Xuanyang Hall were extremely ugly, and even some elders couldn't help but stand up, and the anger in their eyes almost burst out.
Originally, Qin Yang had already qualified, and he would definitely enter the second round of the knockout round, and even had a great hope of entering the final ranking battle.
But now, he died in Lin Yun's hands for no reason.
"Qin Yang's death is not wrong, Lin Yun is obviously a higher-level existence."
"It's scary, look at Lin Yun, he's like killing a dog, he doesn't have the slightest sense of achievement in killing his opponent."
"It now seems that his strength in the seven groups should be stronger than Feng Wudao."
"It's very possible, but Feng Wudao is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If the two meet, the outcome is really hard to say."
After the silence, there was an uproar in the audience, countless eyes fell on Lin Yun, and Lin Yun's radiance was full of people's attention.
Everyone in the spectator seats looked quite surprised, and there were endless discussions.
"You said, how much strength did Lin Yun use this time?"
"At least 80%, but there should be a hole card. If there are no accidents, he is likely to rush to the top 30 of this year's Dragon Feast. The top 15 is a little hard to say, and the top 10 is still unlikely."
"This feast of dragons is really surprising. The old-fashioned monsters are killed one after another. The rising stars are more amazing than each other. I am looking forward to the knockout rounds and the final qualifying battle."
"I don't know how many places he can rank among these rising stars."
Lin Yun's performance completely amazed everyone, and many people were discussing how many Lin Yun could rank among the newly rising evildoers.
Some people wanted to rank him first, but some supporters of Yue Weiwei immediately disagreed, and some people thought that Bai Lixuan was not necessarily weaker than Lin Yun, and he also had the Holy Body.
The performances of Ke Feng Wudao and Fang Hanluo were equally astounding, each with its own style. There has been a lot of contention, but no unified opinion can be obtained. In the final analysis, it is necessary to formally fight to get the result.
For a time, everyone was looking forward to the next battle of the Dragon Feast, which was bound to be even more exciting.
Looking forward to how intense the collision between the rookies will be, and what kind of sparks will they collide when they play against the Three Kings and Qiying.
Will someone create a miracle to defeat the Three Kings and Seven Heroes? Everything is full of endless possibilities.
In such a lively discussion, time passed quickly, and the points race that was about to end soon officially passed.
Among the seven groups, there are three evildoers who have won ten consecutive victories, two rising stars, Lin Yun and Feng Wudao, as well as a master on the last Longyun list. If Qin Yang hadn't met Lin Yun, he would have been in the winning streak, but unfortunately there was no if.
There is no such person in this world.
Except for the seven groups that Lin Yun was in, there were many people in the other groups who were winning streaks.
The heavy ray of light in the jade pendant reflects their extraordinary equipment, which is outstanding in the crowd. It is extremely eye-catching in the dark crowd and can be seen from a long distance.
After the referee has counted the number of people, the shortlist for promotion to the knockout stage will be officially announced.
Hundreds of thousands of leaders from the ancient South China region have been screened step by step, and only a thousand people are still holding on.
The thousand people who have been screened layer by layer are undoubtedly the real elites of Nanhua Ancient Region, and no one knows what kind of dark horses are hidden inside.
No matter who it is against, it is possible to be reversed, and the fight is bound to be extremely tragic.
After a night's rest, the knockout round of the Dragon Feast began.
The sun was shining on Jiulong Lake, and the millions of warriors in the viewing seats looked extremely excited.
The rules of the knockout round are also officially announced at this time.
The ten groups compete in mixed groups according to the rules of one group versus ten groups, two groups versus nine groups, and three groups versus eight groups.
Everyone has to fight ten times, but the rules are even crueler. If you lose three of ten games, you will be disqualified immediately, and everyone has only two chances to lose.
There are 100 people in each group, and the mixed group battle is to select 20 people from the 200 people to enter the final ranking battle. It looks like there is a 1 in 10 chance, but it is actually extremely cruel to the players.
Not to mention that those who can enter the knockout stage are the best among the best, and there is no weaker. Just the rule of losing three games and losing qualifications makes the scalp tingle.
In the points race, that kind of strategic surrender will definitely not appear. Every battle is bound to be fought to the end. This kind of high-intensity battle has to be fought ten times in a row. It is conceivable how tragic it will be.
"According to the rules, groups of seven will play against groups of four."
Lin Yun calculated in his heart.
In addition to him in the seventh group, there are two other people who have won ten games in a row, and one is Feng Wudao. This person has comprehended the will of thunder, and his dedication to the way of thunder is comparable to his own swordsmanship.
Another complete winner is Yan Ziqing, who ranked 14th on the last Longyun list. This person is quite low-key and most of his opponents choose to admit defeat. It is not easy to judge how strong he is. The remaining master is Yang Teng, who is also an extremely evildoer, ranking twenty-third in the last Longyun list. He has only lost one game in Feng Wudao's hands, and his strength is so strong that it should not be underestimated.
As for the fourth group, it's a bit scary.
There were as many as four winners in a row, Fang Hanluo, the new star of Qingmu Pavilion, and Ye Qingfeng, the core disciple of Ziyue Cave, were all dazzling rising stars.
Any one person, in the points competition, will not be much weaker than Lin Yun.
But what really terrified the four groups was that the elder brother of Qingmu Pavilion, Juechen, was one of the Seven Heroes of the Ancient South China Region, and ranked eighth in the last Longyun Ranking.
If anyone encounters him, it will definitely be unlucky, and there is basically no chance of winning.
The Shengmeng was probably expecting such a situation, so the rule was that they would be eliminated after losing three games, otherwise they would lose one game. It would be a pity for those who met the Three Kings and Seven Heroes.
The mixed-group battle is different from the different-group battle. In addition to the opponents in the four groups, Lin Yun may also encounter the masters of the seven groups.
Suddenly, it became extremely dangerous.
"Knockout, the first battle, Yang Teng will face Ye Qingfeng!"
The different-group battle between the seventh and fourth groups officially began.
In the original points match, Yang Teng only lost one game, while Ye Qingfeng had won ten games in a row, and he wore the sign of Ziyuedongtian, looking menacing.
Yang Teng looked solemn and did not dare to be careless.
Four years ago, the other party was still an unknown person, but four years later, he has suddenly emerged, winning ten games in a row, and his edge is even more prosperous than him.
"Ziyuedongtian Ye Qingfeng, please give me more advice!"
Ye Qingfeng took the lead, and the moment the voice fell, a purple moon enveloped the entire battlefield. As if teleporting, he appeared in front of Yang Teng with his right hand raised, his thumb, index finger and middle finger bent into claws, grabbing towards Yang Teng's face.
A strange color flashed in Yang Teng's eyes, and at the same time as the Dayan Sword Art was sacrificed, he instantly drew his sword.
when! when! when!
The sword light and the three-fingered and condensed strange claws kept fighting each other, and they even made the sound of metal collision. Ye Qingfeng's claws are as hard as metal, his fingertips are sharp, and the cold light is cold.
The discerning person quickly saw that he was using Ziyue Dongtian's three claws, a martial art, with sharp fingers, and his claws could easily tear a person in half. Within the days of Ziyue Cave, it was considered a very difficult martial skill to cultivate. It was extremely dangerous and extremely ruthless.
In this knockout round, these elites do not dare to hide their clumsiness.
The rule of being eliminated after three losses, everyone is willing to lose the last one, after all, no one knows whether they will face the three kings and Qiying. Losing the last game is equivalent to being forced into a corner.
On the Dragon Stage, the claws clashed with the blade, sparks splashed, the rays of light were brilliant, and there was a terrifying whistling sound.
"Three-fingered heartbreak!"
Ye Qingfeng let out a loud shout, and the person suddenly curled up in mid-air, shrouded in purple moon. He looks like a gloomy lynx, small and agile, but his claws are swung at a strange speed, and the countless claws are like heavy blows from a tiger.
Every blow savagely attacked the opponent's heart, and every move was fatal. Once a flaw was revealed, the heart would be dug out immediately.
The sword shadow behind Yang Teng dispersed quietly, his face seemed a little labored, and the sword light kept retreating while waving.
click! click!
On the Shenglong platform, the purple claw blade was continuously shattered by the sword light, and the moonlight exploded like fireworks. The splendid colors and the splendid sword light made the scene on the Shenglong Platform as beautiful as a dream.
But for Yang Teng, this is obviously not a sweet dream.
He was still in the process of retreating, trying his best to avoid the key points, and he had already been torn out of many hideous wounds.
"Lin Yun, who do you think will win?"
At this moment, Bai Ling of Qingmu Pavilion in the fourth group suddenly asked Lin Yun.
When it came to the knockout round, the players in the mixed group were all gathered together, and when Bai Ling spoke, many people set their sights on Lin Yun.
For example, Feng Wudao, Fang Hanluo, and even Yan Ziqing and Juechen from Qiyingzhong looked at him with interest.
The competition of geniuses is everywhere. This is Bai Ling's eyesight in the test of Lin Yun, and it is also a kind of provocation. Many people are curious about how Lin Yun will respond.
Lin Yun glanced lightly, and said calmly, "You go first."
Bai Ling smiled coldly and pondered: "After three moves, Ye Qingfeng will fall into a passive position, and he will definitely lose."
When the words fell, he looked at Lin Yun provocatively, full of sarcasm, mocking Lin Yun for not daring to judge first.
His conclusion is quite novel, after all, Yang Teng is at a disadvantage on the field, and it seems extremely difficult to parry.
However, most of the leaders in the room nodded secretly. Bai Ling's words made sense. Yang Teng seemed to be in a state of embarrassment.
As long as he supports three more moves, the Jedi will counterattack, and the majestic sword might even defeat Ye Qingfeng in an instant.
"Within two moves, Yang Teng will be defeated."
Lin Yun said casually.
"The funeral dude is just that, your eyesight is not good, it's a bit poor."
Bai Ling seemed to be smiling but not smiling, she stretched out her index finger and shook it, and said slightly disdainfully.
Many people looked at Lin Yun suspiciously, and shook their heads secretly. His conclusion was unbelievable and a little outrageously wrong.