At this moment, the figure that retreated to the edge of the martial arts platform was Mu Lenghe.

His eyes were full of horror, he had thought that Jun Mo Lin would be very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong, and he repelled him with a single blow using a mortal-level superb martial art.

At this time, Mu Lenghe only felt as if his arm had been hit by a mountain, and the huge impact made his sword-holding hand tremble constantly!

Then he gasped, shook his numb hands, and then clenched the long sword in his palm, his eyes flashed with excitement, and his fighting spirit rose again.

Jun Molin just looked at him lightly, which made him feel a strong coercion.

At this moment, the golden light around Jun Mo Lin was still lingering around his body, and under the bright and brilliant light, the whole person was like a god descending to earth.

"Come again!"

Wind Slash! Mortal-level superb martial arts!

Mu Lenghe shouted violently, and a fierce storm surrounded it, and then condensed into a sword blade above it, slashing down towards Jun Molin.

Jun Molin's face was calm, and when this sword was about to fall on his body, one hand carried a huge force and burst out, like an angry dragon rushing into the sky!

In an instant, the blade of the Wind Sword that was falling at an extremely fast speed suddenly stopped, and it was actually unable to split half a point!

Whew!

Then, Jun Mo Lin shook it with one hand, and the blade of the storm collapsed in an instant.

"Give it your all, you should have more than that. ”

Jun Molin smiled faintly, his voice was full of strong confidence... and pride.

"If you take this last sword, I will admit defeat in this battle. ”

Mu Lenghe's face was full of dignified Spring Source Realm, and the fivefold peak momentum was all open, and he wanted to use his last hole card.

"Hurricane Sword Intent!"

Mu Lenghe's long sword pointed at the sky, and suddenly, a violent hurricane continued to condense from above his head, and faintly, there was a loud sound in the hurricane.

"This kind of sword intent, I'm afraid it's already a small success!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

Suddenly, the hurricane turned into a tornado, wrapped in a monstrous sword intent towards Jun Molin, the momentum was huge, like a dragon going out to sea, where it passed, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the breath of violent destruction suddenly swept away.

"Is the sword intent Xiaocheng?"

Jun Molin whispered, and then in his star-like eyes, thunder appeared, and in an instant, the sound of muffled thunder came from within his treasure body.

Bang!

Thunder suddenly flickered around him, emitting an extremely brilliant light. In an instant, the thunder covered the sky!

Thunderstorm!

The thunder in Jun Molin's palm converged, spun violently, and in the face of the roaring violent tornado, he blasted out with a fierce palm.

Boom Boom!

In an instant, the spiritual power storm overflowed, the wind and thunder exploded, and a mushroom cloud suddenly exploded, and the martial arts arena suddenly collapsed, and the rubble flew wildly.

Poof!

A figure was like a cannonball, flying upside down from the storm, skipping dozens of feet before falling down, and then the body turned, kicking the ground before holding the sword to stabilize the body, and then the blood spurted out violently. This person is Mu Lenghe.

At this moment, a trace of frustration flashed in Mu Lenghe's eyes, but he didn't expect that the hole cards he used with all his might still failed to hurt Jun Molin in the slightest. Then the ape figure appeared behind him and patted the former on the shoulder to express comfort.

After a few breaths, the storm gradually dissipated, and a tall young figure appeared in everyone's sight. After that, Jun Molin's figure turned into a streamer and returned to the seat of Qingyang City.

"My God, Xiao Cheng's sword intent can't do any harm to him at all?"

"The strength of this son, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to shake it" The eyes of everyone in the audience were full of horror, this kind of strength is only as easy as picking up things in previous championships.

"Damn, how can it be so strong. At the seat of Lincheng, Xia Luo's hands were clenched into fists, and cold sweat flowed faintly. Against the king, Xia Luo has no chance of winning.

"Luo'er, don't worry. ”

A middle-aged figure slowly walked over and whispered. Then Xiahou Yuan's hand was released, and there was an extra pill in his hand in an instant, and it was put in Xia Luo's surprised eyes.

Xiahou Yuan paused and said: "My Xia City has been preparing for many years, in order to rise in the Battle of the Hundred Cities, how can it be defeated because of one monarch Mo Lin. The pill in your hand is called the Ascending Spirit Pill, which was obtained by your father at a huge cost, and this pill can make you increase your strength to the river realm in a single pillar of incense.

Hearing this, Xia Luo's body shook violently, his frowning brows stretched, and his eyes were full of confidence again.

At dusk, the fierce competition for the top ten has also come to an end, but the boiling blood of everyone has not stopped, but has become more intense, because, tomorrow, it is the semi-final battle, and... The long-awaited battle for the championship.

On the day, the dawn of dawn penetrated the dark night, and in the huge martial arts arena, there was already a sea of people, and the voices of people were boiling.

"You say who will win the crown today. ”

"I think Jun Molin has the best chance of winning, and it seems that he has never tried his best so far. ”

"I don't think Xia Cheng Xia Luo is bad, after all, Xia Cheng is strong, and his cultivation is unknown. ”

The final has not yet begun, and the audience is already full of people.

On the high platform, Lord Lin and others were all seated.

"Due to the fact that during yesterday's top 10 competition, two people fought hard and were seriously injured, and today eight people are competing for the top four. ”

"The battle of the Final Four, begins!"

The moment the referee's voice fell, countless eyes in the world instantly gathered on the eight people in front of the stage.

Suddenly, two thin figures fell on the stage.

"Lincheng, Ye Wenmo!"

"Bai Cheng, Lin Ziyi!"

After the two of them surrendered their names and reported their names, they instantly flashed the cold light in their hands, turning into two sword lights and fighting!

Ye Wenmo is known as the first day of Lincheng, he is only fourteen years old, and he has already cultivated to the sixth level of the spring. ”

"Baicheng Lin Ziyi is not bad, looking at the fluctuation of its spiritual power, there is already a fivefold momentum of the spring. ”

However, just when everyone was in a round, a burst of dazzling sword light suddenly broke out on the stage, and then Lin Ziyi's figure flew out upside down, and a huge sword mark appeared on his chest!

Ye Wenmo won this battle so easily, and his strength was extremely fierce.

"Look, that's Jun Molin!"

"This son... It's really handsome!"

"Jun... Jun Gongzi, come on!"

Jun Mo Lin was in the midst of bursts of cheers, thunder under his feet, and in an instant, he flew out and landed on the martial arts platform.

On the stage, Lin Kunpeng took a deep breath and looked at Jun Molin coldly, Xia Luo told him that if he had the opportunity, he would use that thing, it would be best to make Jun Molin seriously injured, otherwise, he would never see his family again.

"Qingyang Jun Mo Lin fought against Xia Cheng Lin Kunpeng," the referee ordered.

Then Lin Kunpeng held a spear and killed in an instant.

Kun Slash!

On the spear, the shadow of a void kun suddenly appeared, and the fierce and fierce aura instantly covered Jun Molin's chest.

The golden light around Jun Molin's body condensed, and then a punch burst out, which was magnificent, as if he was about to open the mountain with one punch.