Wu Dong: I, practicing inwardly, crying for Lin Dong

Chapter 308 The Emperor's Sutra, Fighting Wang Yan
Countless eyes on the Taoist giant peak focused on the figure standing on the stage, all with strong shock, and after a while, the arena quickly became lively.

"This should be innocent, two face-to-face will solve the green leaf that is the number one in the ground hall?"

"So strong!"

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Amidst the discussion among the crowd, Wang Yan, who was wearing a gray robe, stared at the stage. His eyes, which were originally indifferent, became sharp and concentrated at this moment. His gaze stayed on Lin Yu.

From that figure, he felt a hint of danger.

"No matter who I am facing, I must win this time! I must make those beasts of Yuanmen pay for their blood."

Wang Yan murmured hoarsely, with strong determination in his eyes.

The sound of lively discussions still echoed in the sky. Only then did the deacon come back to his senses and announced loudly: "In this competition, Ying Wuxie wins!"

As soon as the announcement fell, the venue became more lively.

Many people were looking at Lin Yun and Wang Yan, as if they were comparing who was stronger.

Qingye fell on the ground, with extreme unwillingness in his eyes, but helpless, he lowered his head baldly, and let the two disciples of the Temple of the Earth rush to help him back.
In the following time, Lin Yu also took another three shots. The opponents were all good direct disciples, but none of them survived a move under his hands. The four consecutive victories also allowed Lin Yu to enter the palace test In the final.

At this time, the remaining disciples are almost all the top existences in the four palaces.

In the fifth round, Lin Yun met Lin Dong.

Lin Dong shot with all his strength, but was defeated in the end.

Lin Dong, who walked off the stage, sighed in his heart: "Hey, Brother Lin Yun and I seem to be getting worse and worse."

"Next, I have to practice harder."

As for Wang Yan's side, they also had a winning streak all the time, and no one even dared to fight him.

The number two on the sect's most wanted list made many disciples admit defeat without even playing.

Time is also slowly passing in this weird atmosphere, and the competitions in the field are also ending one after another.

The news here quickly spread, so after arriving, the disciples from the surrounding mountain peaks also came overwhelmingly, and finally the water around the mountaintop was blocked.

"For the next competition, Tiandian should smile and fight, Tiandian Wang Yan!"

The deacon above the sky set his eyes on the two high-profile figures.

Ying Xiaoxiao outside the arena also took a deep breath, landed on the stage, and looked at the man with the black epee on his back.

"Senior brother Wang Yan, please advise!"

Wang Yan's expression also fluctuated slightly, and a hoarse voice came out slowly: "You know the purpose of my return, and I won't hold back later."

"Senior brother Wang Yan, you should also understand me." After taking a cold breath, Ying Huanhuan said, looking directly at Wang Yan.

Needless to say, the two sides can understand each other's meaning.

In the depths of Wang Yan's eyes, there was a trace of darkness, then he shook his head and said: "In the future, I will thank Daozong with my life!"

Ying Xiaoxiao sighed, she knew that Wang Yan couldn't listen to what Wang Yan said now, she was already extremely paranoid, she could only see the truth under her hands.

"Senior Brother Wang Yan, let's do it!"

On the seat on the high platform, Ying Xuanzi stared at the field with eyes as calm as a deep pool, and after glancing at Lin Yu, he waved his hand.

Seeing this, the deacon in the field nodded, and suddenly waved his palm down.

"The competition begins!"

boom!
Two majestic and surging primal energies surged out from the bodies of the two people on the stage almost at the same time.

With that level of strength, even those personal disciples of the Fourth Hall were moved by it.

Nine Elements Nirvana Realm, the pinnacle of Nirvana Realm!

"Tiangang Three Foil Swords!"

Ying Xiaoxiao took the lead, and the three-foot Qingfeng sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

Then the blue light roared, and almost instantly it turned into three blue light swords and flowers on the sword flower, and the extremely restrained sword light was released bit by bit, and an extremely powerful lethal force spread out.

Seeing this, Wang Yan didn't hold it with his palm, and the huge black sword behind his back flew out and fell into his hand.

"Black Demon Slash!"

Wang Yan held a black epee in his hand, his face was indifferent, without the slightest fancy swordsmanship, the majestic vitality surged wildly, and then he slashed down with a sword.

"Oh!"

The deep voice exploded in the air, and then the black light and green light burst out, as if out of control, cutting the entire field into a thousand holes.

The two figures crossed the stage like ghosts, the swords touched, sparks flew out, and the spreading sword energy directly cut the stage into a mess.

Looking at the two people in the arena, Lin Yu shook his head, "Wang Yan who stepped out of the line of life and death is more ruthless, and Ying Xiaoxiao is about to lose."

As soon as the words fell, Ying Xiaoxiao's body first erupted with monstrous energy, like a huge wave, gathering crazily behind her, and in the next instant, it turned into a giant lightsaber with a hundred feet behind her.

"The Emperor's Sutra, the Great Sky Moyun Sword!"

And under the gathering of countless gazes, Ying Xiaoxiao stretched out his jade hand, and then grabbed the giant lightsaber from afar.

In the next moment, a cold shout suddenly came from his mouth.

At the same time, her figure appeared directly on the giant sword, and then she swung her palm suddenly.

Following the fall of her jade hand, the giant key floating in the sky rushed straight towards Wang Yan.

"End it, Datian Moyun Sword!"

As Wang Yan's voice fell, a giant lightsaber condensed in front of him.

Two bright rays of light, like two meteors, streaked across the sky, and then collided with each other under the gaze of countless eyes!

boom!
At the moment of the impact, it seemed as if the world trembled, and the terrifying sharp sword light swept away. The surrounding dozens of huge platforms were all smashed into pieces under the influence of the sword light. Some Taoist disciples around , also hastily retreated, for fear of being involved.

Above the sky, black and blue rays of light crazily eroded, and the scene that covered the sky and the sun seemed to be the end of the day.

After the light dispersed, a beautiful figure flew from the field.

"You lost!" Wang Yan looked at Ying Xiaoxiao indifferently and said.

The venue was full of silence, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Yan.

If Wang Yan wins, Daozong will definitely suffer heavy losses in this sectarian battle.

There were three little kings before, and now with the even more monstrous chief disciple of Yuanmen, the consequences are unimaginable.

Thinking of this, many people's eyes turned to Lin Yun who was standing outside the arena.

Ying Huanhuan's eyes were also projected towards Lin Yu, who nodded slightly and smiled, "Don't worry."

"Can you announce the result?" Wang Yan raised his head, looked at the deacon, and said calmly.

Hearing that, the deacon looked at Ying Xuanzi who was sitting on the high platform, and the latter nodded calmly.

Upon seeing this, the deacon announced loudly.

"This competition, Wang Yansheng!"

After the words fell, Wang Yan's eyes turned towards Lin Yu's direction.

The eyes of everyone around were also looking at him in unison.

On the field, Wang Yan's hoarse voice came out slowly: "Ying Wuxie, come on!"

(End of this chapter)