Lin Yun came very late, but the battle ended very early.

Three punches, just three punches, defeated Liang Wenbo neatly.

The disciples watching the battle below were all surprised.

Lin Yun didn't even draw his sword, and defeated the powerful Liang Wenbo in three moves.

How strong is his strength?

A stunned look flashed in the eyes of the referee in the ring, and he looked at Lin Yun and said, "Lin Yun, I don't have any impression of you." ”

The referee's meaning was obviously that Lin Yun's strength should have risen among the outer disciples a long time ago.

But in his impression, among the outer disciples, he really didn't remember that there was such a person.

"I only became an outer disciple two months ago, and before that, the sword slave had been washing the Sword Pavilion. ”

Lin Yun was not taboo about his background, and said truthfully.

The referee was even more surprised at this time, looked at Lin Yun several times, and said with a smile: "Then it's no wonder, work hard, you may not be able to qualify in this sixth group." In this competition, Lin Yun won and accumulated one point. ”

"Thank you. ”

After the referee announced Lin Yun's victory, he calmly jumped out of the ring and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the process of refining the demon pill, something happened.

It took two days to refine and absorb it, allowing him to successfully advance to the sixth level of martial arts.

At the same time, the fusion of the evil aura of the spotted tiger gave him an extra momentum, a sharp edge and oppressive force that ordinary people rarely have.

After he arrived hard and figured out the rules, he finally found his ring.

Almost, this round was directly abstained.

The rules of the mid-year assessment are simple, divided into two rounds: the group stage and the knockout round.

More than 2,000 outer disciples were divided into ten groups, each group had about 200 people, and the top eight were selected to advance to the next round.

Only the top eighty people are eligible to compete for the place of ten inner disciples.

Lin Yun observed and found that the strength of each group was relatively even, and those top disciples of the outer sect were evenly divided into each group.

There is no such thing, it is all piled together.

I think this is the intention of the sect elders, try not to let these masters meet in advance and eliminate them prematurely.

Taking advantage of the fact that the next game had not yet started, Lin Yun began to observe some of the strong opponents in this group.

In the sixth group, if you say that the strongest is definitely Zhang Han.

Zhang Han is an existence that has the ability to impact the top ten of the outer gate, not much weaker than Zhou Yun, and has the sixfold peak cultivation of martial arts.

Other than that, Lin Yun didn't know much.

But don't worry too much, he only needs to score points into the top eight to qualify. If you are lucky, you will not run into Zhang Han's lottery.

"Group seven, Lin Yun vs. Hu Feng!"

Hearing the referee call his name, Lin Yun hurriedly ran towards the ring, he didn't want to let his opponent make three more moves.

The wild goose trick was cast, and with a slight jump of his body, Lin Yun landed steadily in the ring.

Hu Feng's strength is only five martial arts, which is much weaker than Liang Wenbo just now.

When he saw Lin Yun on the field, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Now that Lin Yun is in the outer gate, it can be said that he is famous, and he doesn't know that there are very few disciples in the outer gate.

From a humble sword slave to defeating Chen Xiao with one punch, this experience is a miracle.

When the referee announced the start, Hu Feng gritted his teeth and rushed over with all his internal strength.

He used his palm as a knife, and his internal strength condensed his palm, and it seemed that there was a trace of coldness flashing.

Obviously, the other party is quite proficient in this technique, and it looks like it.

Tiger Fist!

Stand still, bend your knees. Lin Yun jumped up, and the moment he gathered his momentum, he punched instantly.

Boom!

The two were in the air, fighting together.

Hu Feng snorted, and was knocked out of the ring by Lin Yun directly in the air.

"Lin Yun wins!"

The referee was stunned for a moment and announced the result.

"It's Tiger Punch again!"

"How can this be, Lin Yun doesn't plan to use a sword?"

"I really want to see the Flowing Wind Sword Technique!"

The disciples on the field were greatly disappointed when they saw Lin Yun end the battle with one punch.

After a short break, it was Lin Yun's turn to play again to meet the third opponent.

The opponent's reputation is not obvious, and he is a cultivator, and he has also not reached the sixth level of martial arts.

If it was before refining the Demon Pill, if such an opponent did it with all his might, Lin Yun would still have some trouble.

Right now, he has successfully refined the Demon Pill and promoted to the sixth level of martial arts.

With the advantage of cultivation, it is too easy to deal with.

Almost as soon as he looked at each other, he easily crushed the other party.

"Lin Yun wins!"

"Lin Yun wins!"

......

"Lin Yun wins!"

Three wins in a row, four wins in a row, five wins in a row, six wins in a row...... Lin Yun quickly reached an astonishing ten consecutive victories!

Outer disciples, after all, there are only a few who have cultivated more than the sixfold martial arts.

Except for the first opponent Liang Wenbo, Lin Yun dealt with it with some dangerous accidents at first.

After that, he won all the way, with as little as one punch and as many as four or five punches.

On top of that, he's only used Tiger punches for his 10 consecutive victories, which has to be shocking.

When his thirteenth duel began, Lin Yun finally ushered in a ruthless role.

Ma Kui!

Martial arts six recultivation, proficient in the advanced martial arts Purple Cloud Fist, cultivation of iron wall skills, practice a body of copper skin and iron bones.

In the seven groups, even Zhang Han, who is recognized as the first, has a headache in the face of him.

Ma Kui has come all the way, and he has also won consecutive victories and swept his opponents.

His boxing skills are domineering and fierce, and his body is amazing with iron-walled exercises, and almost no one wants to fight him.

"It's so good-looking, I look at this Lin Yun, I definitely have to use a sword!"

"In the face of Zhang Han, if you dare not use a sword, you are looking for death. ”

"Both of them are on a winning streak, and whoever wins this one has an end of the winning streak. ”

"I've heard that winning streaks like doubling points, and the impact is still huge. ”

After winning thirteen games in a row, Lin Yun did not use a sword, which had disappointed many disciples watching the battle.

Lin Yun has his own considerations, and the Flowing Wind Sword Technique is his biggest hole card.

If you can hide a hand in the group stage, it will play a surprise role in the knockout round.

In the group stage, you don't need to use it!

Besides, the peak perfection of the Tiger Fist, combined with the third level of pure yang gong, is enough to deal with the vast majority of opponents.

When everyone saw Lin Yun, empty-handed, they just walked into the ring.

All dumbfounded!

"I'll go, this can't help but look down on Ma Kui, right?"

"Little sword slave, once you gained power, you are so rampant, Senior Brother Ma, let's cheer for you!"

"Come on, Senior Brother Ma, let him know how powerful your Purple Cloud Fist is!"

Ma Kui frowned slightly in the ring, his face was a little ugly, Zhang Han didn't dare to look down on him so much.

A sword slave, after a bit of adventure, turned out to be so arrogant.

"Little sword slave, do you look down on me?"

A trace of anger flashed in Zhang Han's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Pull out your sword, even if I lose to you today and lose under the Flowing Wind Sword Technique, I will be convinced." ”

"I'm sorry, but I didn't plan to use a sword in this fight. ”

Lin Yun had the heart to explain, not to look down on the other party, but after thinking about it, this thing couldn't be explained clearly.

"Arrogance!"

Lin Yun's words completely angered Ma Kui, and the iron wall was running.

His already tall stature swelled around again, becoming extremely burly. The bare muscles of the upper body, under the sunlight, actually exude a faint metallic luster.

Rub and go!

The horse rushed forward, leaving a deep footprint on the rocks in the ring with every step.

The ground seemed to tremble, and the onlookers in the audience all changed their faces.

"Senior Brother Ma is angry!"

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Ma's strength to be so strong, it seems that there are hidden means ahead. ”

"Okay, I see this sword slave step down like this, but he said he doesn't need a sword!"

The spectators were extremely excited when they saw that Ma Kui was so powerful.

Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged, and he met the other party and punched wildly.

Clang!

The two fists collided, and a loud bang erupted, and Lin Yun suddenly felt that his five fingers were slightly numb, and the pain was not stopped.

"This is just the beginning!"

Noticing the slight change in Lin Yun's face, Ma Kui smiled slightly, and the color of his fist darkened a little.

The fists are like the wind, constantly blasting out.

Bang bang bang!

Lin Yun met the battle decisively with a tiger fist, and took every punch.

When the opponent's fist completely turned purple, he snorted and was blasted out fiercely.

Almost, fell out of the ring.

"Purple Cloud Fist!"

"Senior Brother Ma Kui's Purple Cloud Fist has been completed!"

The disciples in the audience exclaimed in surprise when they saw Ma Kui's purple fist.

"What a fierce punch!"

Lin Yun was secretly frightened in his heart, and immediately changed his countermeasures, tiptoed a little, and floated over.

He dodged at high speed with the style of a wild goose, and he was not fighting hard with the other party.

Bang Bang Bang!

In an instant, Lin Yun, who was dodging at high speed, landed countless punches on the other party. There was a metal-like collision sound, and Lin Yun's arm was almost numb, but the other party didn't seem to have anything at all.

"It's useless, you can't break through my physical defenses, and I'll be fine if you hit me any more. And I can defeat you with just one punch, just like now!"

Call!

The moment the words fell, Ma Kui punched out, as fast as lightning.

This punch has been planned for a long time, it came too fast, and the angle was tricky, and Lin Yun couldn't dodge.

only had time to cross his arms to block it, and was blasted away by the other party.

Poof!

Lin Yun felt a sweetness in his throat, and there was a trace of blood stains on the corner of his mouth, but he was injured by the internal strength of the opponent's Ziyun Fist.

"Sword slave, this is what happens if you don't draw your sword, give me defeat!"

A punch injured Lin Yun, Ma Kui shouted angrily, and took advantage of Lin Yun's failure to land. He rushed over again, tall and mighty, and he was like a brass wall, like a wild bull rushing over.

"We're going to win!"

Seeing Lin Yun's deep desperate situation, the disciples watching the battle below, opened his mouth and shouted.

Lin Yun raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect this Ma Kui to be so scheming.

Knowing that his body style was not as good as his own, he waited for the moment he landed and blasted out the pinnacle blow of the Purple Cloud Fist.

But if you want him to draw his sword, this ability is really not enough.

Bang bang bang!

Lin Yun burst his bones with a hundred sounds, and the sound was like thunder, and when he landed, he would exert all the power of the Tiger Fist at its peak.

At this moment, the peak of the Tiger Fist was full of firepower and without reservation.

A terrifying momentum erupted from his body, surpassing the sixfold martial arts, and when he clenched his five fingers and blasted out with a punch.

There seemed to be a fierce tiger behind him, roaring incessantly.

With his punch, the tiger seemed to leap from the deep mountains to the ring, bringing up an infinite wind.

The tiger returns to the mountain, and the beasts come to court!

Click!

The fists collided, and the sound of something breaking sounded.

Ma Kui, who rushed wildly, showed a huge look of shock on his face, and in just a moment, he was blown upside down and flew out.

After landing, the body returned to normal, and the glide did not stop, sliding all the way out of the ring.

Roar!

In the empty ring, the tiger roared and the wind dispersed.

Blowing Lin Yun's clothes, he was uninhibited and domineering in the face of Huang Jianman's bull that day, and once again appeared on his delicate face.

"This is the pinnacle of the Tiger Fist!"

"My God, there are really people who have practiced a set of tiger boxing to the peak and perfection. ”

"How much perseverance and how much understanding you have to do this. ”

"Defeated Ma Kui, thirteen consecutive victories...... can't stop it, this sword slave is really going to soar into the sky. ”

The disciples watching the battle in the audience were like ashes, and they were a little unacceptable in the face of the sudden reversal of the situation.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, Lin Yun was defeated.

It's ridiculous to the end, after all, it's Lin Yun.

As someone said, Lin Yun, who has won thirteen consecutive victories, has soared into the sky and is unstoppable!

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