If it were in the Flood Desolate Continent, Lin Yi wanted to confront a half-step Yuan Infant Cultivator head-on, but he still had to release his peerless learning and secret arts, and spend some hands and feet. However, comprehending the hidden power in the power of the desolation made this battle extremely easy, and Lin Yi had not yet released the power of the mountain desolation in the giant sword.

From Lin Yi's landing on the proving ground to the final easy killing of Dong Tian Yingjie, Lin Yi stood in place and never moved.

The fight between the two was more like the Yuanying Grand Monk bullying Brother Jindan.

Aotian was even more murderous in his heart, a cold smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded: "This is a little interesting!"

At this time, Feng Qingwu met the first opponent, Leng Yunhe.

Leng Yunhe, a monk, Lin Yi once asked Feng Qingwu to deal with it carefully.

Lin Yi deduced that this person might have cultivated into the Jindan Vision, and he was not an easy person.

If Wind Light Dance can suppress Leng Yunhe with a stormy attack, then in the sixth group, Wind Light Dance will have a chance to compete with Zuo Yu of the Lost Trace Sword.

But if the two of them fall into a stalemate, once Leng Yunhe releases the golden pill vision, that wind light dance has no means to fight against it, and can only release the power of the vision to meet the enemy.

After such a battle, even if Feng Qingwu can win in the end, there is no chance of winning against Zuo Yu of the Lost Trace Sword.

Therefore, in this kind of two-by-two duel, the Jindan vision is released in the first few rounds, which is extremely exquisite. Until it is forced to do so, no monk will release the golden pill vision in advance.

As soon as the two of them fought, Feng Qingwu performed the wind clan's swift footwork, and seized the upper hand in a few breaths.

The long sword danced, and the power of the wind desolation burst out frequently, although it may not be able to fight out the effect of bleeding non-stop, but the wind dance wind clan means frequently, forcing Leng Yunhe to have no power to fight back.

Lin Yi frowned secretly.

Feng Qingwu's appearance was not satisfactory, at least she wanted to save some energy to solve Leng Yunhe, and she didn't even release her mastery.

In this situation, it is easy to force Leng Yunhe into a corner and explode the power of vision.

As soon as Lin Yi's thoughts fell, Leng Yunhe suddenly roared, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving behind a surging eruption of clouds.

Not only is it impenetrable to the eye, but even the divine sense can't penetrate it.

A crane chirp suddenly sounded from the clouds, the power of the vision burst out, and a huge white crane emerged from the clouds, and the demonic energy was rolling, and it flew straight towards the wind.

Lin Yi's fearful situation still happened, under this kind of battle situation, Feng Qingwu must also release the Jindan vision to fight against it, otherwise it will be difficult to win.

The wind danced lightly, frowned slightly, and the thought moved slightly, and said coquettishly: "Jindan vision, the dance of wind and shadow!"

"Whew!Whew!"

The wind danced lightly in place and danced the long sword, the posture was elegant, and the swordsmanship revealed an elegant and refined atmosphere, revealing the beautiful figure.

It's not like swordsmanship, it's like dancing.

Immediately afterwards, around the huge white crane in mid-air, five figures suddenly appeared, dancing like the wind, making it impossible to tell which one was the real body.

Lin Yi's eyes lit up, and he nodded secretly, this Jindan vision of the Wind Clan was indeed extraordinary, with the help of the wind, several afterimages with the power of the vision were formed, and each afterimage had an extremely strong attack.

Although the white crane elephant of the cold cloud crane was powerful, it was besieged by the dance of the five shadows of the wind and light, and instantly fell into the downwind.

Moreover, the power of the vision of the wind light dance is obviously stronger than that of Leng Yunhe.

There is no suspense in this duel, and the seven groups where Lin Yi is in are facing off against Si Kongjian and Jiang Feng.

Originally, there were seven monks in the seven groups, but two were directly killed by Aotian and Lin Yi, and Si Kongjian, Jiang Feng and Wei Guixiong were left.

If this situation continues, Lin Yi and Aotian will soon encounter!

The normal order is that Aotian and Sikong Jian and Jiang Feng are the winners, Lin Yi and Wei Guixiong fight, and then Lin Yi vs. Aotian.

Before the battle between Lin Yi and Aotian began, it was already in the spotlight.

The battle between Si Kongjian and Jiang Feng of the seventh group had no bright spots, the strength of the two sides was almost the same, and neither of them had cultivated the Jindan vision, and the battle situation was extremely stale.

The monks at the table were even more anxious than the pair of monks who were fighting desperately off the field.

After all, the two finished the competition earlier, and Lin Yi and Aotian could also fight earlier.

After nearly a quarter of an hour, Feng Qingwu's side had already won and entered the second battle, this time the opponent was none other than Lost Sword Zuo Yu!

Zuo Yu barely had much effort in the first two games, and easily killed the opponent, while Feng Qingwu had just released the Jindan vision, and he had lost the strongest means, and it was easy to judge who would win or lose.

Lin Yi frowned slightly, and said, "Don't compare this one." ”

Zuo Yu's shot is also extremely ruthless, there are few living mouths under the sword, if the wind is light and invincible, and he is stuck by it, he will definitely fall.

"I want to try! None of the monks of the Flood Wilderness are afraid of death!" Feng Qingwu bit her red lip lightly, and said a little stubbornly.

As soon as Lin Yi was about to persuade again, he was notified that he was ready to play.

It turned out that Si Kongjian finally narrowly won a move, and he rested, and this time Lin Yi fought against Wei Guixiong first.

In other words, six and seven groups will compete at the same time.

Lin Yi's eyes swept and he noticed that the trial grounds of the sixth and seventh groups were very close to each other, and he already had a plan in his heart.

"At this distance, even if the wind is in distress, I guess I can save her!"

Lin Yi thought about it, and Feng Qingwu had already boarded the proving ground and started a battle with Zuo Yu of the Lost Trace Sword.

Zuo Yu obviously also knew the strength of Feng Qingwu, as soon as he came on the field, he released all his cultivation, the swordsmanship was psychedelic and light, the virtual and the real were combined, and the move stabbed at the key point of Feng Qingwu.

Feng Qingwu was also extremely cautious, unable to see the flaws and reality of Zuo Yu's swordsmanship, and did not dare to resist lightly, so he could only retreat slowly.

At this time, Lin Yi and Wei Guixiong also stood on the proving ground.

Wei Guixiong hugged his fists and said: "Mu Daoyou, there is no deep hatred between us, please be merciful." ”

Lin Yi put most of his attention on Feng Qingwu's body, frowned secretly when he heard the words, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a murderous aura suddenly descend!

"Whew!"

An extremely sharp weapon roared and shot straight at the back of Lin Yi's head!

But it was Wei Guixiong who noticed Lin Yi's momentary loss of consciousness, and without hesitation, he directly killed him!

Monks of their level are extremely experienced in fighting and fighting, and the slightest flaw will be caught lightly.

Wei Guixiong originally just planned to show weakness and eliminate Lin Yi's vigilance, but he didn't expect the latter to lose his mind at such a critical time, this is simply a godsend!

But how could an attack of this level pose a threat to Lin Yi.

The skill of sword play is running, and there is the slightest wind and grass around, Lin Yi does not see or hear it, but he can feel it and avoid it!

The murderous aura flashed in Lin Yi's eyes, and he was just about to use a thunderous trick to kill Wei Guixiong under his palm, but the battle situation on the side of the wind and light dance changed suddenly!

The sword momentum that Zuo Yu of the Lost Sword originally suppressed slowly suddenly changed, bursting out of peerlessness, and with a finger of the long sword, thousands of virtual and real sword shadows suddenly appeared in front of the wind light dance, chaotic and dazzling!

At this moment, the wind danced into a great danger!

Among the thousands of sword shadows, one of them must be a real body, but if the judgment is wrong, the wind will dance lightly.

At this moment, the wind danced lightly and secretly screamed, and I only felt that my palms were full of beads of sweat.

The sword momentum is approaching, and I can't avoid it, so I can only choose to bet on a sword!

If you bet on the true body of Zuo Yu's long sword, you will break this trick, but if you lose......

Thousands of sword shadows, the probability of betting right is only 1 in 1,000!

The wind danced lightly, clenched the long sword, and stepped forward to stab!

"Huh!"

The power of the long sword fell short, and at the same time, Feng Qingwu's heart was cold, knowing that this sword was the illusory sword shadow that stabbed Zuo Yu.

At this time, it was too late to collect the sword, Zuo Yu's real sword body had already come to his eyes, and Sen Ran's sword quietly cut off the green silk that danced lightly in the wind.

The murderous aura almost suffocated the wind dance, and she could already smell death.

Feng Qingwu's eyes darkened, and he sighed lightly in his heart and gave up resistance.

At this moment, the mutation suddenly started!

In the wind danced lightly, a sound of Jin Ge suddenly sounded in his ears!

"Ding!"

It's like two long swords colliding.

At the same time, Lin Yi's calm voice came from the ears of the wind dancers: "Retreat!"

Feng Qingwu subconsciously stepped back, and at the same time opened his eyes and looked forward.

The thousands of sword shadows in front of him, which were originally chaotic, suddenly disappeared, and Zuo Yu stood in place with a gloomy face, staring at the long sword in his hand with a complicated expression.

Zuo Yu's mastery was broken in an instant!

"What happened just now?" Feng Qingwu was shocked and looked at Lin Yi: "Could it be him?"

Zuo Yu of the Lost Sword stared at Lin Yi with an unkind face, and said coldly: "Mu Qing, what are you!"

There was also a burst of discussion at the table.

"What happened just now? It seems that Mu Qing intervened in the battle of the six groups of monks?"

"What is this Mu Qing doing, the battle on his side has not been resolved, and he actually went to meddle in the battle of the six groups. ”

"Yes, he's breaking the rules, and he should be disqualified!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly: "Hehe, it's getting more and more interesting." ”

It turned out that when Lin Yi was about to kill Wei Guixiong strongly, he found that Feng Qingwu was in distress, and at the moment when Zuo Yu broke out with his mastery, Lin Yi relied on the terrifying ability of sword art to see through the void and distinguish between the virtual and the real, and saw through Zuo Yu's swordsmanship at a glance!

Almost at the same time, Zuo Yu broke out into a mastery, and Lin Yi threw out a transformation sword qi, directly breaking Zuo Yu's mastery!

This change happened in an instant, and many monks were not able to react.

Looking at the statue on the seat, the combined power stood up straight, squinted his eyes, and said loudly without anger between his eyebrows: "Mu Qing, you have made a move without permission, you have violated the law, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Yi and said, "Before the game, there was no rule that said that it was not allowed to meddle in the battles of other groups. ”

"Huh?" The face of this combined power sank, and the killing intent suddenly exploded, heading straight for Lin Yi.

But in mid-air, it was swept away by Tokugawa's sleeves.

In fact, there is really no such rule, but who would have thought that if a monk of the same level fights in pairs, there will be a monk who has the spare strength to take care of others.

Tokugawa stared at Lin Yi expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice: "The rules are all set by people, and it doesn't make sense for you to meddle in other groups of battles without authorization!"

Lin Yi's expression was calm, he raised his head slightly, and said endlessly: "Okay, I can beat the two of them!"

There was silence.

PS: This chapter has a lot of words, and it took a long time to write.