Long Yun is defeated!

Qin Yunhan is defeated!!

Li Ruo was foolish!!

Qingyue stood by Chen Dongming's side, her body was almost trembling, these defeated people, in his eyes, each one of them was the pride of the sky who was high up and made him look up, but now, all of these people were defeated without exception!

Defeated in the hands of Wan Jianyi, defeated in the hands of Wan Jianyi, the biggest opponent of Dalun Mountain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This kind of failure is not a shame because of the inability of martial arts, but each of them has not taken a sword from Wan Jianyi! This kind of situation made all the disciples of Dalun Mountain feel that they had lost face, and the entire Dalun Mountain had no way to raise their heads.

Could it be that Uncle Yan really wanted to make a move? Without the blessing of the Divine Forbidden, it would be difficult for Uncle Yan to exert the power of his Divine Monarch. What if Uncle Yan was also defeated in the hands of Wan Jianyi......

Although Qing Yue didn't believe that Uncle Yan would also lose, he knew in his heart that in some cases, even if he cultivated to the realm of Uncle Yan, it was difficult to guarantee that he would be able to win every battle, not to mention that this Ten Thousand Sword One was too strong and strong.

Right now, the best choice for Uncle Yan is naturally not to make a move, but now that Wan Jian is aggressive, if Uncle Yan doesn't make a move, then their reputation will be over.

Qingyue really wanted to jump out by himself and challenge Wan Jianyi, but he knew very well that if he went out to challenge, not only would he not be able to earn back any face for Dalun Mountain, but it would make Dalun Mountain even more humiliating.

After all, his cultivation is too far behind, and even a character like himself has a move, that is, the entire Dalun Mountain, there is really no one left.

The thought flashed in his heart, and Qing Yue's eyes secretly looked at Chen Dongming, in his memory, nothing could stump this head master.

But it's a pity that Chen Dongming's expression was grim, and his eyes flickered! This means that this master has not paid attention yet.

Just when Qingyue was anxious, he saw Yan Zidian's feet move, and just when he was extremely looking forward to and worried, he saw someone say lightly: "I'll compare it with my nephew!"

As soon as this voice came out, many disciples of Dalun Mountain lowered their heads, whether it was Yan Zidian or not, as long as it was one of the seven sons of Dalun, they all felt ashamed.

After all, he is only a third-generation disciple, but on his side, it is a second-generation disciple who makes a move!

Qing Yue's heart also gave birth to this feeling, but immediately, he seemed to reflect it, because this voice was too familiar to him, and it was difficult for him to forget this voice.

He stared at the voice, and saw that the owner of the voice was slowly walking out, and it seemed to be very leisurely.

This person is one of the seven sons of Da Lun.

Huang Shulang and the other people from the Sword Sect, after Wan Jian made a move, they all cheered up, Huang Shulang was about to leave, he had no face, and he stayed in front of so many people.

However, as Wan Jian sword after sword, subduing the disciples of Dalun Mountain under his hands, his heart became excited again.

Even if they are irreparably embarrassed this time, as long as Wan Jianyi, a disciple, defeats Yan Zidian, then this victory still belongs to their Sword Sect.

Although he is not too good-looking, he can already ignore these things.

Among the seven sons of Da Lun, they were forced out of the people, and without the blessing of the Great Dao, even if they were among the seven sons of Da Lun, they would definitely not be the opponents of Wan Jianyi.

It is best that Wan Jianyi can defeat all the people who come from the Seven Sons of Da Lun, and then defeat Yan Zidian, it will be extremely perfect.

But this voice, why did he sound so uncomfortable, this feeling made him stare at the person who spoke.

Not only him, but almost all of them looked at the person who spoke, and when they saw the person who spoke clearly, many people's expressions showed a faint smile.

"Master Wan's nephew's cultivation is very good, my juniors are much worse than you, but it doesn't matter, I'll compete with Master Wan's nephew!" Zheng Ming looked at Wan Jianyi and said with a smile.

A sentence is a teacher and nephew, and the mouth is extremely affectionate. If it is Chen Dongming who is saying this, this seems to be reasonable.

But now it's Zheng Ming who is speaking!

Zheng Ming had just entered Dalun Mountain, and he was still a powerhouse in the Star Realm, although the peachwood small sword that Zheng Ming gave to Yan Zidian had attracted the attention of countless people, but in addition to the disciples of Dalun Mountain, many people speculated whether the origin of this small sword was related to the Three Dharma Venerables.

Now, Zheng Ming's battle against Wan Jianyi has raised a trace of expectation in the hearts of many people, and they really want to see how this last son, known as the most beautiful son of Da Lun, was defeated in Wan Jian's hand.

Wan Jianyi looked at Zheng Ming, not angry at all, he gently hugged his fist towards Zheng Ming and said, "That disciple is within one move, defeat Uncle Shi." ”

This sentence is said without the slightest fireworks, but in it, there is endless arrogance and endless self-confidence.

Zheng Ming looked at Wan Jianyi, who was full of confidence, smiled lightly, and did not refute, but stood there quietly.

Wan Jianyi felt from Zheng Ming's body a pressure like a mountain, this pressure came very suddenly, but it was very clear.

This was not the first time that Wan Jianyi had sensed this kind of pressure from an opponent of the same level, he had also sensed such pressure from the same generation of talents from Nan Wu Nirvana.

It's just that he didn't expect that there would be such a person in Dalun Mountain.

"Slash!" With a heavy shout, Wan Jianyi's hand swung out a sword light, and this sword was like a shock, slashing down towards Zheng Mingfei.

With the fall of this sword light, there were thousands of sword lights, almost following the same trajectory, slashing down towards Zheng Ming.

These sword lights converged together to form a silver line, although the power seemed to be weakened, but the people who saw the sword light converge into a line showed a look of surprise in their expressions.

Ten thousand sword lights follow one trace, it is already indestructible, and now that a thousand sword lights are gathered as one, the increase in power can definitely not be described as one plus one equals two.

This Wan Jian Yi, sure enough, still has some ability!

At this time, Huang Shulang's eyes flashed with relief, and he felt that even he didn't dare to take this sword now.

Only by using the means of using the sword to pass thousands of miles without leaving a trace, it is possible to dodge this sword, as for Zheng Ming, he is just a martial artist of the Star Realm on an equal footing with ten thousand swords, why should he dodge this sword?

Chen Dongming frowned, when Zheng Ming made a move, he was already ready to rescue, and seeing this situation at this time, he took a quick step forward.

Once Zheng Ming has the slightest mistake, he is ready to make a move.

But just when Chen Dongming was about to make a move, Zheng Ming moved!

Behind him, black and white light appeared, and from these two colors of light, two Zheng Ming, one black and one white, came out respectively.

The two Zheng Ming stretched out a finger at the same time and pointed it in the void.

Two fingers pointed out, and a black and white ball of light appeared in the void, heading towards Wan Jianyi's ball of light, and met it fearlessly.

Compared with Wan Jianyi's imposing sword, this ball of light looks too far behind.

But after this ball of light flew out, Zheng Ming had no intention of making a move, he held his hands behind his back and stood calmly.

The silver sword light, with endless killing intent, slashed at the black and white ball, and then, it disappeared!

With the first sword light that implied a thousand sword shadows, the remaining countless sword lights also frantically slashed down on the small ball. The position where they fell was still the same, and the sword intent they implied was the same.

However, when these sword lights slashed into the ball, it was as if they were not blocked in any way, but after they rushed into the ball, they never came out.

Wan Jianyi's face was very ugly, and from this sword, he had already sensed how powerful his opponent was.

"Take me another sword!" The pride in his heart would never allow Wan Jianyi to admit defeat at this time, so after a deep shout, Wan Jianyi slashed out a sword again.

This sword is like a falling star. turned into a brilliant star, and with this big star appeared, there were tens of thousands of big stars.

Countless big stars, like stars falling for a while!

Although these big stars did not merge, the trajectory of their whereabouts was exactly the same, that is, as long as there was an instant, tens of thousands of big stars with hidden terrifying power fell to the same location.

This kind of smashing makes people feel a trace of fear from their hearts.

The big star fell, and the sky was shocked, but at this time, Zheng Ming still didn't move, and the two figures, one black and one white, stood behind him, and pointed out again.

This finger was full of spiritual meaning, and in an instant, it had already fallen on the location where the countless big stars had fallen.

Countless sword stars, one by one, smashed down in the black and white balls of light, and then disappeared, with the disappearance of the last ball of light, Wan Jianyi's face had already given birth to a trace of paleness.

He was soberly aware that he had no way to break through this strange defense!

Those countless sword stars were already his strongest means of attack, and now even these countless sword stars were helpless against Zheng Ming, and the result could be imagined.

Wan Jian didn't want to fight anymore at this moment, but the current situation was no longer something he could retreat if he wanted to.

After the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Stars disappeared, Zheng Ming slowly stepped forward and said, "Senior nephew, you can also take my move!"

As he spoke, two men, one black and one white, pointed at Wan Jian at the same time, and this finger was no different from the one when Zheng Ming made his move just now.

With the point of this finger, a black and white ball of light appeared in the void, but this time it was not static, but quickly expanded towards the ten thousand swords.

In an instant, this ball of light had already wrapped Wan Jianyi in the middle, and it was difficult to escape a single bit!