Seeing that Lin Yun had discovered him, Zhou Zhilin sneered and touched his neck with his hand, making a cutting motion, which meant that Lin Yun was dead.
Lin Yun also sneered and turned his head away from looking at him. Lin Yun now is no longer the Lin Yun he was when he killed Zhou Tong. Zhou Zhilin had already missed the opportunity to kill Lin Yun. Now, Lin Yun has I have the strength to kill him.
At this time, a bell sounded from the competition stage, and then a middle-aged man appeared on the competition stage.
Lin Yun looked at the competition stages around him and saw the same situation.
"Disciples of the Qingyun Sect, I am the referee of the 17th Competition Arena. This competition is aimed at selecting those who can participate in the Feiyun Kingdom Competition. Therefore, I do not want unnecessary casualties, but I also hope that everyone You can show your true skills, seize the quota, and get a good ranking in the Feiyun Kingdom Competition, adding glory to our Qingyun Sect. Okay, now, the first group, Wang Mingyang vs. Wu Haibo, begins."
The middle-aged man didn't waste much time and immediately announced the start of the competition, and the two named people also quickly came on stage to compete.
Lin Yun felt that it was not very interesting. Such a battle was full of loopholes under his eyes, so he found a place to sit down and waited for his name to be called.
"In the twenty-second round, Lin Yun versus Feng Yun."
When Lin Yun heard his name, he woke up instantly and came to the competition stage.
At this time, a breeze blew by, and a thin man wearing a white robe instantly appeared on the competition stage.
"Isn't that Senior Brother Feng? Oh my god, the inner gate is the fastest."
"It's Senior Brother Feng. His Qingfeng Art has been perfected. His whole body is like a gust of wind. He can't even see anyone and he loses."
"That Lin Yun is in danger."
From the whispers of the people below, Lin Yun also knew the situation of the person he was fighting against. He was a player who relied on speed to win.
Lin Yun smiled. It was simply impossible for him to rely on speed in front of his own Tian Ming.
"start!"
The referee did not hesitate and immediately announced the start of the contest when he saw the two men on the stage.
As the words fell, Feng Yun moved his steps and disappeared directly on the competition stage.
Lin Yun narrowed his eyes, it was indeed difficult to deal with.
The next moment, a purple light flashed across Lin Yun's eyes, and Tianming Eye activated.
Soon, everything around him became extremely slow in Lin Yun's eyes, and the figure of Fengyun also appeared.
At this time, he was only one foot away from Lin Yun, and the two spikes in his hands were already aimed at Lin Yun's chest and throat.
Lin Yun smiled, he had discovered that this Fengyun was only pursuing speed, and his physical body, attack power, and defense were completely blank, and he had no effective counterattack method. This was his weakness.
Thinking of this, Lin Yun no longer hesitated and clenched his hands into fists.
"Shuangyong goes to sea!"
This is the fourth style of Ba Long Fist. Lin Yun's fists are like two dragons, hitting Fengyun's two spikes.
In an instant, the spikes and fists met, and the powerful force and aura instantly knocked Fengyun's twin spikes away.
Fengyun's reaction was also extremely fast, and he quickly gave up the attack and prepared to retreat and distance himself.
But Lin Yun's fists turned into palms, like two iron pliers, and instantly grabbed Feng Yun's wrist, making his figure appear.
Seeing that his most important speed was broken, a trace of panic flashed in Feng Yun's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. His feet were in the air, ready to give Lin Yun a kick, taking the opportunity to kick Lin Yun out. Even if he could not eliminate Lin Yun, he could still Force Lin Yun back, widen the distance, and take advantage of his speed.
But Lin Yun was faster. Just when Fengyun started to kick, Lin Yun's foot was already imprinted on his chest.
A powerful force acted on Feng Yun. In an instant, Feng Yun flew out of the competition arena like a cannonball and lost the game.
"Lin Yun wins, Wang Hang versus Chen Yun."
The referee loudly announces the result of the game and announces who will play next.
Lin Yun jumped off the competition platform and waited for the next game to start.
"Zhou Zhi Lin Sheng, next group."
Just when Lin Yun was looking at other competition stages, Lin Yun heard a familiar name.
Lin Yun immediately looked towards the stage and saw Zhou Zhilin's hands turned into claws, with ten fingers still dripping with blood. His opponent was already unconscious on the ground, and the ten holes on his chest were still bleeding. Soon, Several people came on stage and carried the injured and unconscious man off.
Zhou Zhilin turned to look at Lin Yun, showed a cold smile, and walked down to the competition stage.
I know that I will definitely fight Zhou Zhilin today, and Lin Yun's heart is to kill Zhou Zhilin. It is too dangerous to keep such a dangerous enemy.
After Lin Yun made up his mind, he continued to think about how he could kill him by pretending to be a mistake.
Lin Yun thought of several ways, but rejected them all. Zhou Zhilin's current cultivation was at the ninth level of Xiantian. Although he was several levels higher than Lin Yun, it was not difficult to kill him, but it was difficult to do it quietly.
Later, Lin Yunyou heard his name being called and could only interrupt his thinking and concentrate on the game.
This time the opponent was a sword cultivator. Although his sword skills were sharp, he was still not good enough in front of Lin Yun. Lin Yun used the strong defense and physical strength obtained from the Golden Body Art to defeat him.
As the competition progressed round by round, in the end, only the last ten people were left.
Lin Yun looked at other competition stages and felt relieved when he saw that Gu Yunshan and Zhou Peng had also entered the top ten.
Lin Yun looked at the other nine people. They were all above the seventh level of Xiantian. One of them had directly reached the peak of the ninth level of Xiantian. He was only one step away from reaching the Dan Formation realm. However, he did not break through. He just wanted to take this opportunity to participate. Tianyun Kingdom Competition.
"The next match is between Wang Haiquan and Su Mingjie."
The referee looked at the ten people in the arena, nodded, and read out the first group of names.
As the two came to the stage, the remaining people took the time to adjust themselves to the best condition in order to cope with the upcoming battle.
This time, everyone has used all their strength, and those who came to join in the fun have been eliminated. Now what is left is endless regret if you don't pay attention.
All the competition stages are emitting the aura of intense competition.
As each round of competition ended, there were already winners on several competition stages.
Lin Yun's competition also entered the final stage. Lin Yun also took out the Chixiao Sword and after defeating two contestants one after another, entered the final showdown.
However, the ninth-level innate person who had the best chance of winning was seriously injured by one person. He had no choice but to give up in the next round and lost the qualification.
Now, the last ones are Lin Yun and Zhou Zhilin.
"The last round, Lin Yun vs. Zhou Zhilin."
Lin Yun heard the sound and walked to the competition stage without hesitation, while Zhou Zhilin also walked to the opposite side of Lin Yun.
"Boy, although there is no evidence, I am sure that you are the murderer of my brother. Don't worry, I will let you go down to accompany my brother today."
Zhou Zhilin said fiercely.
Lin Yun just smiled and said nothing.
"Elder, I apply for a life and death fight."
