The monks in the ring are almost gone, so the final match of the ring is about to begin. This game is about the glory of the mainland, so Ye Yun is preparing seriously.

In the evening, the two sat together and drank, and the monk looked at Ye Yun, who smiled and clinked glasses with Ye Yun.

The corners of the monk's mouth hooked up slightly, he carried the wine jar, then raised his head and took a sip, looking at Ye Yun with a smile.

"Ye Yun, this ring match is my last hope, and I won't admit defeat easily. The monk said with a smile.

Ye Yun raised his hand and gently clinked glasses with him, then nodded and said, "Well, I won't admit defeat easily, I'll see you in the ring when the time comes." Hopefully, we can show real strength. ”

The monk looked at Ye Yun, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he raised his eyebrows slightly helplessly, "Ye Yun, I guess you must have left a hand, I have seen all your games, but I don't understand what games you will keep." ”

The sake in his hand went down to his stomach, so his stomach was warm, and he didn't drink it after a few sips, for fear of getting drunk.

"I did keep a hand, just to wait for the finals, and you are honored to be able to taste my newly learned martial arts. Ye Yun said with a smile.

The monk just smiled, and then sighed helplessly, "I know, Ye Yun, you are very good." ”

There were still three days left in the ring competition, so the monk was more serious about cultivating this time than ever.

The monks practiced in retreat, and Ye Yun also practiced in retreat, so Jiang Ling'er was bored alone, sitting in the library and reading idle books.

The ring match was held on time three days later, and Ye Yun changed into a black suit that day.

He stood in the ring, carrying a sword, and then looked at Ye Yun with a smile.

"Ye Yun, it's the last game, you have to play hard, otherwise I'm so sorry for my preparation for this competition. ”

Ye Yun smiled of course and said, "Playing hard is the best way to respect your opponent, you have cultivated since childhood, and you naturally understand it." ”

The two looked at each other inexplicably, and the monk laughed as well, "Very good, even if I can't know if I win or lose, I will struggle for a while." ”

The wind outside was blowing on his body, and Ye Yun looked at the monk with a smile, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile.

Dao Tong was slowly late, he gently struck the gong, and then the game officially began.

The game finally began, and Ye Yun quickly flew towards the monk with the sword in his hand.

The two fought in mid-air, the Xuanguang was full of dangers, banging, and threats were everywhere a few meters away.

Jiang Ling'er looked at the final ring match, and jumped up excitedly to cheer for Ye Yun.

Sure enough, it was the last game, so the two monks showed their housekeeping skills.

Ye Yun looked at the monk with a smile, he raised his hand and threw out the sword in his hand, and the long sword in his hand quickly differentiated into thousands.

Thousands of swords surrounded the monks, and his monks hurriedly dodged left and right, but they couldn't dodge.

He condensed the Xuan Li on his body, and then the Xuan Power exploded, directly shattering the Xuan Sword.

Those Xuanjian fell to the ground, Ye Yun smiled, and he was really wary of his playing style, but did he think it would be too late?

Ye Yun looked at the monk with a smile, and then he condensed the Xuan Power on his body, and the Xuan Power on his body repaired those long swords as quickly as possible. The monk watched as the shattered sword was put back together.

It was still so cold and cold, and the monk didn't think much about it, and flew over to those long swords.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of the monk's mouth, and he headed towards the long swords.

The monk's mystical power is really as Jiang Ling'er said, it is very stable, and it will not easily show flaws.

Therefore, Ye Yun's game was very difficult to complete, the monk had done all his best, and even fought for most of his life's cultivation, but it was still difficult to win or lose this game.

Could it be that Ye Yun's cultivation was already so terrifying, the monk felt helpless for a while, so he played more seriously.

Ye Yun saw that he was slowly unable to keep up with his pace, but his own dispatch became more and more stable.

The monk scolded in his heart, damn, and then continued to deal with Ye Yun. Wouldn't Ye Yun feel tired?

The wind outside was blowing, and Jiang Ling'er looked at the monk in the ring with a little amusement.

The monk couldn't catch Ye Yun's moves at all, Ye Yun took the opportunity to drop a sword on his monk's neck, and the monk's heart gradually became colder and colder.

Ye Yun was above everyone in terms of strength and cultivation, but he didn't expect that even his endurance would be like this.

It's been a long time, Ye Yun didn't feel tired at all, but fought faster and faster.

The monk secretly shouted in his heart, if Ye Yun tried his best to delay the game, then he would definitely lose, so he had to end the game quickly. The monk felt helpless.

The monk started a new round of attack, he just wanted to end the game quickly, so he held his breath in his heart, and condensed the Xuan Force behind him as quickly as possible, and the Xuan Force slapped towards Ye Yun.

But he didn't expect Ye Yun to dodge it, but directly collided with that mysterious force. Xuanli was shocked to the meridians.

The monk froze in place, and then began to make a quick move, and he quickly flew towards Ye Yun with the sword in his hand.

Ye Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, but he smiled, and then used his Xuan Force, only to see a golden transparent dragon hovering in midair.

Looking at the monk's sword, Ye Yun then manipulated the giant dragon and quickly flew towards the monk.

The monk was directly bumped into, the game was over, and Jiang Ling'er didn't react at all to what was going on.

So the game ended like this, Jiang Ling'er watched Ye Yun step down and helped the monk up.

The monk vomited a mouthful of blood, and his veins were wounded. It was not easy for him to stand up and look at Ye Yun.

"Ye Yun, this is your last killer weapon, what is that golden dragon. The monk asked Ye Yundao with a smile.

Ye Yun looked at the monk silently, "That's my self-created dragon slaying technique, which needs to be supported by an eternally powerful meridian." Otherwise, you will explode and die. ”

The expression on his face became more and more complicated, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked into a smile.

"Ye Yun, no wonder they say that you are a genius monk in the Shenwu Continent, I have never heard that you are so powerful before, but in recent years, your reputation has resounded in the Shenwu Continent. I'm proud to be a rival to you. The monk said sadly.

Ye Yun looked at the monk and discussed with himself with true feelings, he sighed helplessly inexplicably, "I feel embarrassed when you say that, do you want to compete in cultivation, it's just for cultivation." ”

The wind outside was blowing, Ye Yun turned around and left, the monk was seriously injured, so he needed to rest on the island for two days before leaving.

Ye Yun didn't care, he was taken by Dao Tong to the uppermost room of the Heavenly Attic.

Looking down from here, the scenery outside was even more beautiful, and Ye Yun pushed open the door and entered the house.