Many disciples around him are all studying how to break Lynch's golden dragon seal, which is very crucial.

Some people say that they use swords, some people say they use palms, and there are all kinds of theories, after all, everyone is too unfamiliar with the Golden Dragon Seal.

The competition is getting more and more intense, as long as someone loses, the people below will make up for it, and there are always swords and swords in the ring, and people are constantly advancing.

In the past two hours, the second round is over, there are still nearly six hundred people left, and the five people from the Fire Cloud Hall have successfully advanced and are ready to enter the third round of the competition.

The more you go to the back, the more intense it becomes, the more and more masters there are, and the fights are especially exciting.

Continue to draw lots, the rules are the same, this time the lottery only took dozens of breaths, and they all drew their own numbers.

Lynch drew the number 40 this time, and when he played in the second round, the opponent did not know who it was, so he could only wait for the end of the first game.

Jin Yong drew the number three, and the first game was on, the opponent was a disciple of the Benlei Palace, who was very strong, a veteran disciple, a new disciple, and very few people broke into the top 100.

After a fight, Jin Yong lost the game and stopped in the third round.

"Jin Yong, don't be discouraged, you are already very good, but the opponent joined the Seven Star Temple three years ago, and in the Nine Rank Martial Sect, he has cultivated for two more years than you!"

Jin Yong returned to the high platform, and the next game was without him, Yang Peng patted Jin Yong on the shoulder, so that he didn't have to be discouraged, three years later, maybe Jin Yong was an elite disciple.

"Thank you Uncle Ten for your concern, the disciple understands!"

Jin Yong took a deep breath, the decadent color on his face was swept away, and the next thing he could only do was to become a spectator and cheer for a few of them.

The idle ring No. 2 soon had people go up and continue the game, Lynch was in the ring ten, and there were still people fighting, and the fight was very intense.

There aren't many fights that can attract Lynch, and this one is one of them, because one of them is Ning Wei.

Ning Wei was cut off by Lynch, his strength was greatly reduced, and he didn't know where Ning Hu installed a prosthetic leg for him, but his strength was not only not damaged, but with the help of the power of the prosthetic, he reached the peak of the Martial Sect.

The prosthetic limb is made of countless materials, comparable to the nine-grade mystical weapon, and in combination with the swordsmanship, the opponent is extremely difficult to defend against, and it has shown a sign of defeat.

The opponent was also a Jiupin Martial Sect, and he couldn't resist Ning Wei's attack, which made Lynch frown, Ning Wei's strength was much stronger than what Zou Qian said.

"Whew!"

A ruthless sword aura appeared, directly slashing the opponent's chest, very fierce, blood sprayed wildly, Ning Wei successfully advanced and entered the fourth round.

After defeating his opponent, Ning Wei looked at Lynch's side, with a hint of provocation, and finally stretched out his right hand and made a motion to wipe his neck.

"Is this stinky boy tired of being crooked and openly provoking us!"

Miao Ren Yu was angry, Ning Wei was provoking the entire Huoyun Palace, except for Lynch, everyone else showed anger, only Lynch, with a calm face.

Ring 10 was idle, and Lynch jumped and appeared in the ring, before his opponent appeared.

As soon as Lynch appeared, the people in the Qiankun Hall all looked at each other angrily, and they all turned their eyes to this side to watch Lynch's game.

"Whew!"

Before the opponent arrived, the sword qi had arrived, and he came straight to Lynch's door, and then a figure fell, holding a flying sword, and took Lynch's neck directly, which was very spicy.

"Bastard, the opponent is too despicable, while Xiao Linzi is not ready, he starts to sneak attack under the ring, it is a rat!" Miao Renyu scolded!

Everyone was angry and angry, no one stood up, and some even showed a gloating look, wishing that Lynch would die under the sword qi.

In the face of the sudden sword qi, Lynch showed an angry look, no matter who the opponent is, this kind of secret arrow hurting people is really annoying, and there is already killing intent overflowing from Lynch.

The arm suddenly opened, and the golden mark turned into a long sword, blocking the flying sword qi block, making a crisp sound, and the sword qi was broken by Lynch.

However, the second sword arrived soon, and the opponent was about to hit Lynch by surprise, and he didn't think that the first sword was going to kill Lynch, but the first blow failed, and the second blow followed, ring after ring.

"This is the Ninety-Nine Serial Sword, I remember that there are not many people cultivating in our Seven Star Temple!"

Although I didn't see people clearly, this set of martial arts was familiar to everyone, and they were all talking about who it was, and they came up and used the Temple Peerless Ninety-Nine Serial Sword.

There are a total of nine swords, but there are countless variations, one sword can be divided into eight swords, attacking the opponent from eight different angles, which is a profound swordsmanship.

"It's Ding Qiu, it's him!"

Someone can see that Lynch's opponent in this scene is Ding Qiu of the Impermanence Palace, and he doesn't seem to have practiced this set of swordsmanship, could it be that he has only recently cultivated it.

Ding Qiu is known to many people, and there is an elder brother who is an elite disciple, so in the inner gate, Ding Qiu has a certain right to speak, plus he has the ability to challenge beyond the level, and there was an appeal this year that he can break into the top twenty.

In fact, from the moment Ding Qiu came to power, Lynch knew who his opponent was, and let out a sneer, and he was not in a hurry to cast the Golden Dragon Seal, but wanted to see what was wonderful about this ninety-nine serial sword.

On the high platform of the Hall of Impermanence, there is a man who is very similar to Ding Qiu, it is Ding Qiu's brother Ding Yang, this set of ninety-nine serial swords, which was also given by Ding Yang to Ding Qiu, hoping to kill Lynch with the serial sword.

The swordsmanship was getting faster and faster, and he had already cast the fifth sword, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent, all wanting to see if Lynch could avoid Ding Qiu's lore.

"Ding Qiu, after two months, I didn't expect my strength to improve so much, if you want to win me with this set of swordsmanship, it's too inevitable to take me Lynch in your eyes!"

In the face of the attack of the ninety-nine serial sword, Lynch can still talk and laugh, leaving many people speechless, does Lynch have other hole cards?

Ding Qiu's face was gloomy, he didn't speak, the last time he was thrown into the dung pit by Lynch, it became a great shame, and he had been in retreat for the past two months, and he didn't come out until the day before yesterday.

has reached the seventh sword, and the entire ring is wrapped in ninety-nine serial swords, and the chatter around gradually disappears, and they all gather their minds and watch this game.

"Woo Woo ......"

The sword qi cutting space made a roaring sound, accompanied by beams of sparks, exploding around Lynch, even if it was the eighth sword, Lynch had not yet made a counterattack, relying on his body to dodge.

"This Lynch's body is so weird, it seems that he has the ability of an unpredictable prophet, and he can always easily avoid Ding Qiu's attacks. ”

A disciple showed a solemn expression, and Lynch's footwork on his feet was very subtle, and he could always avoid the chain sword with the most ingenious gesture.

All of this is the effect of Lynch's eightfold amplification, every time he encounters danger, the aura increases, and the speed is eightfold extreme, so it seems that Lynch is in danger, but it can be magically resolved.

"Ninety-nine serial sword, that's it!"

Lynch still has a look of mockery, he has reached the eighth sword, and he still can't help Lynch, the ninth sword legend can only be used when he reaches the realm of the Martial Emperor, and Ding Qiu has already exhausted his donkey skills.

The ninth sword has not appeared for a long time, it is still the eighth sword, and many people already know the result, Ding Qiu will definitely lose this game.

Only Ding Yang, still with a smile on his face, quietly watched the game.

Just when everyone thought that Ding Qiu was powerless, the sword light suddenly changed, and the ninth sword appeared, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Ding Yang used his own essence blood to force out this sword.

Regardless of whether he can kill Lynch or not, using essence blood to force out this sword is a great damage to himself, and if he is not treated in time, he will not want to take a step forward in the future.

The long sword suddenly exuded a scarlet color, and from one long sword to nine long swords, it was still changing, Ding Qiu was like a blood god, and he came straight to Lynch.

"The Nine Rank Martial Sect retrograde casts the Ninth Sword, this Ding Qiu is crazy!"

The people below think so, this is obviously a plan to hurt the enemy by one thousand and lose eight hundred, it seems that Ding Qiu has no intention of continuing to participate in the next games, there is only one purpose, to kill Lynch.

Ninety-nine to one, just now it was still nine long swords, and they were put together in an instant, causing the entire ring to shake, and a burst of extinguishing aura appeared, turning into a huge sword gang, slashing towards Lynch, there was no possibility of dodging at all.

"Such a powerful sword, this Lynch will definitely die!"

Many people on the side of the Qiankun Hall stood up, this sword was already comparable to a first-grade martial emperor's blow, and Lynch was only an eight-rank martial artist, so it was impossible to resist at all.

"Hahaha, I finally saw that this kid was going to die in the ring!"

Bao Buxing showed a cold killing intent, and someone around him burst into laughter, the last time he was in his yard, he was suppressed by Lynch and couldn't move, and Bao Buxing had always held a grudge.

In the face of the lore sword, no one knows whether Lynch can avoid it, Zhao Dongxiang clenched his fists tightly, and his face was worried.

In the competition, no one is allowed to interfere, not even her, she can only wait for the game to end.

"Xiao Linzi, you made a move!"

Miao Renyu was about to go crazy, Lynch didn't react, and he didn't sacrifice his weapon, the sword gang that destroyed the world was like a Wuyue peak, enveloping the entire ring, Ding Qiu's body swayed, this move was sacrificed, and the whole person wanted to collapse.

"Lynch, today is your death!"

Ding Qiu gritted his teeth and said this, with a hideous smile on his face, as if he saw the scene of Lynch being cut off by his own sword.

Even Su Wei and the others, who were sitting in the distance, showed a moved expression, even if it was them, they didn't dare to be careless in the face of this sword, they had to do their best.

There were more and more sneers around, most of them were concentrated in the Qiankun Palace, and some people began to celebrate, and finally let out a bad breath for their Qiankun Palace.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you!"

The incomparable sword aura fell, and when it came to Lynch's surroundings, he actually avoided it by himself, as if there was an invisible aura around Lynch's body protecting him, which was very strange.

Both hands were raised, a golden mark appeared, and Lynch cast a thousand handprints again, everyone's eyes widened, and they couldn't believe that Lynch was suppressed by Jian Gang to such an extent, and he could easily fight back, not to mention those inner disciples, even the elite disciples showed a look of emotion.

Ding Qiu realized that something was wrong, and felt that those sword gangs were about to lose contact with him, his body was rapidly retreating, he couldn't strike a blow, and he was ready to escape, as long as he left the ring, he would admit defeat.