At this time, this competition is the competition of the top ten disciples who directly advance to the second level, and it is also the most important competition.

After a new round of draws.

Lin Wan drew the No. 7 ring against Wang Xin, who was ranked eighteen.

"I went". After Lin Wan and Hongling and his party said hello.

With a flash of cyan streamer under his feet, the person fell into the No. 7 ring.

On the seventh ring, there was no one at this time, and Lin Wan waited quietly for two breaths.

A middle-aged man who looked about forty-one or twelve flew into the ring.

The man was more than two meters tall, with a long waist and round shoulders, the muscles of his body bulged up, and the meridians were like small snakes, tightly attached to the skin, looking very hideous.

On its back it carried a long stick, long and thick, and thin at the bottom.

"Senior Brother Wang Xin is invited." Lin Wan was routine, and he bowed his hand to Wang Xin.

"Senior Sister Lin Wan, please, you have to be careful." After Wang Xin finished speaking.

With a flip of his palm, he pulled out the long stick he was carrying behind him, and with a wave of his hand, the layers of stick shadows, under the condensation of the void, were swept towards Lin Wan and Xiaohuo with the sound of breaking.

Seeing this, Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he and Xiaohuo glanced at each other.

The two of them moved, and surrounded Wang Xin one after the other.

Immediately afterwards, under the shaking of the sleeves of the two people's robes, a flying sword swam out, dripping above the heads of the two people, constantly swallowing and rotating the sword qi.

The sword tricks of the two poured out, and the sword tricks everywhere submerged into the flying swords above their heads.

"Hurry" and "go" with the two of them scolding.

After each finger is a little empty.

The flying sword above Lin Yun's head, and the flying sword above Xiaohuo's head, suddenly condensed, and after a few strokes of spiritual light, it was a sudden tiger to make a Taiji Yin and Yang Eight Diagrams.

The two giant pillars, one black and one white, swept away from it, and swept towards Wang Xin's layers of stick shadows.

At this time, Lin Wan and Xiaohuo took the lead, and combined with flying swords to form a two-yi sword array, which was much more powerful than the two-yi sword array cast by one person.

The black and white giant pillar rolled down from the middle, and the layers of stick shadows were instantly rolled into pieces.

The power was undiminished towards Wang Xin.

Wang Xin saw that after that, the power of his blow was so simple that Lin Wan cracked, and his face couldn't help but change slightly.

Immediately, I don't know where I pressed the long stick.

Lin Wan only heard a 'click' sound from time to time.

After the sound of a 'snap' sound of the thick long stick, a knife directly popped out and turned into a long knife that was about a foot long.

I saw that with a flick of Wang Xin's wrist, the black long knife in his hand directly turned into a huge one.

At the moment, he slashed at the black and white pillar.

"Boom". Two loud bangs.

The black and white pillar was split in half.

Wang Xin was also shocked by the body of the 'kick' and retreated.

At the mouth of the tiger, blood flowed, and the long knife in his hand trembled slightly.

"Go". Lin Wan didn't think about the power of this blow, but directly defeated Wang Xin.

Immediately, after nodding with a small fire.

The two of them immediately pinched the sword trick.

Hit a few strange sword tricks and submerged into the two flying swords.

Each finger is a little below the void.

The flying swords above their respective heads trembled.

A sword roared out.

Suddenly rising against the wind, it turned into a huge one.

When the head was slashed, as if the sky was opened, a time was cut, and Wang Xin was slashed away.

The speed is extremely fast, slashing out dozens of times, and slashing head-on.

When Wang Xin saw this, his face changed and he became very ugly.

I saw the long knife in his hand closed.

The long knife in the hand was divided into two, and became a short knife and a short club.

Wang Xin, who is holding a short stick in his left hand and a short knife in his right hand.

With a shake of his hands.

Layers of stick shadows and knife shadows with the sound of lightning swept out.

Towards Lin Wan's two flying swords.

"Bang bang". A few muffled sounds rang out.

The Liangyi Sword Formation that Lin Wan and Xiaohuo jointly unleashed, how could they be able to take it down like this.

The sword shadows and stick shadows were swallowed up by the sword qi above the flying sword, and they directly collapsed one after another.

Wang Xin became even more unbearable, and his body suddenly regressed a few feet.

His face was pale and pale, and a wisp of blood was already flowing down from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the two flying swords, they were about to slash at Wang Xin.

The Yuanying monk who was guarding the ring on the side saw that Lin Wan had such a good sword technique, and couldn't help but look at Lin Wan and Xiaohuo twice.

Immediately, I saw the infant monk guarding the ring.

With a flick of the wrist.

A golden token is hovering in the palm of your hand.

The infant monk, after the golden light of the finger and the token in the palm of his hand.

The golden token swept out a golden glow from it, directly rolled up Wang Xin, and fell under the ring.

"Boom". A bang.

The two flying swords slashed at the golden shield on the side where Wang Xin left, and there was a loud noise, and the golden shield, like an old monk in a trance, did not move, and did not even tremble.

When the Yuanying monk saw this, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Lin Yun in the seventh ring fought against Wang Xin, and Lin Wan won."

After Lin Yun heard that he had won directly, he bowed his hand to the Yuanying monk who was guarding the ring, and then turned around and rushed to Wang Xin, "Learn more from Senior Brother Wang's subordinates, and Senior Brother Wang has conceded."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yun got out of the ring.

A few people from Hongling came up.

"Congratulations to Sister Lin Yun for advancing to the top ten of the B-level disciples." Xin Jing saw that after Lin Yun advanced to the top ten of the second-level disciples, her eyes flashed slightly and her face bowed to Lin Wan with congratulations.

"It's just a fluke". Lin Yun's face also showed a faint smile.

The rest of the people congratulated Lin Wan one after another.

However, after Lin Wan got out of the ring, he looked around.

He had already defeated his opponent and got out of the ring very quickly, and there were still two of them one step earlier than him.

Among the two, there is a man and a woman.

The male looks about twenty, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the female is beautiful, gentle and elegant.

"The male name of these two people is Zhang Yixuan, and the female name is Qingxin, it is said that they are the descendants of the Tailao Group of this sect, and they are also the two first-class disciples who are most likely to challenge successfully." Zhong Ru, who was on the side, saw his Lin Yun's eyes looking at Zhang Yixuan and the others, and his heart moved to explain to Lin Yun.

"Hmm". Lin Wan answered.

I also felt the extraordinaryness of the two.

Being able to advance to the top ten of B-level disciples, plus solving his opponent so quickly, is simple.

It's just that the monk who can enter the top ten ranks of first-grade disciples, which is a simple role? (To be continued.) )