Nine Dragons Devouring Heaven Technique

"This aura! Has he broken through to the eighth level of Lingxuan?"

The atmosphere in the originally depressing martial arts arena instantly became boiling, because the aura on Wang Long's body was not that of the seventh level of the Spiritual Profound Realm, nor was it the peak of the seventh level of the Spiritual Profound Realm, but the eighth level of the Spiritual Profound Realm!

"Good fellow, this Wang Long is actually hidden so deeply?"

Outside the court, Shangguan Zihan, who had just been defeated, suddenly shrank his pupils.

She originally thought that Wang Long, like her, was at the seventh level of the Spiritual Profound Realm.

This is also the reason why she thinks she can fight Wang Lung. Although she is a little less talented than Wang Lung, they are about the same level. In addition, she has made further progress and understood the meaning of the sword, so she still has the ability. There is a certain chance of winning.

But now, I saw that Wang Long was actually at the eighth level of Lingxuan.

Now she is numb!

In the Lingxuan realm, with each additional level, the gap in strength is huge.

The sixth level of Lingxuan is only a top first-class disciple, while the seventh level of Lingxuan is a silver disciple.

At the peak of the seventh level of Lingxuan, he is already a relatively powerful silver disciple.

As for the eighth level of Lingxuan, that is the level of a top silver disciple!

Even though Shangguan Zihan was only half a step away from this realm, if she faced Wang Long at the eighth level of Lingxuan, she would be killed in an instant!

"No wonder you have so much confidence in your grandson!"

Luo Qing'er's expression changed slightly and she took a deep look at Wang Zhanjun.

With a cultivation level of the eighth level of Lingxuan, even if his record is as strong as Lin Yan's, I am afraid that this time it will be a disaster!

In the center of the ring, Wang Long looked wild and domineering, with stern eyes and a condescending attitude:

"Lin Yan, tremble! I have entered the eighth level of Lingxuan. No matter what means you have today, you can only crawl in front of me!"

"Eighth level of Lingxuan, is this your confidence?"

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Yan's mouth.

If it were before his breakthrough, the eighth level of Lingxuan would be really difficult to deal with.

But now he is already at the second level of Ling Xuan, and he also has six profound patterns!

"Do you think I am one of those mediocre people you dealt with before? I, Wang Long, am a king of the same level! You have never fought against a real genius, so you will never know how terrifying a real genius is!"

A flash of ferocity flashed in Wang Long's eyes, and he suddenly slapped Lin Yan with his palm.

He was going to fuck Lin Yan to death today, and let the entire Shenwen Peak know who was the genius king of this generation, and what a bullshit dark horse was nothing in front of him, Wang Long!

boom!

A full-strength attack by a silver disciple of the eighth level of Lingxuan was also very terrifying. There was a burst of explosions in the void. The sound made some silver disciples' scalps numb and their hearts trembled.

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

Lin Yan did not dodge, golden light flashed on his arm, and he clashed with Wang Long.

Boom!

A low roar sounded, and both figures were pushed back.

Among them, Wang Long was knocked back five steps, but Lin Yan only took two and a half steps back!

"This boy can actually defeat the eighth level of Lingxuan?"

There were gasps of air in the martial arts arena, and the disciples were all in disbelief.

Wang Long is not an ordinary eighth-level Lingxuan, but an eighth-level Lingxuan with four profound patterns, which is equivalent to a weakened version of the golden disciple!

When those golden disciples were young, they were only at this level.

But Lin Yan blocked it!

To a certain extent, Lin Yan was equivalent to leapfrogging a golden disciple to challenge him!

"This! This is wrong!"

Wang Long was stunned, with an expression as if he was struck by thunder.

He is a genius with four profound patterns and the eighth level of Lingxuan. Shouldn't he crush Lin Yan with a thunderous gesture?

How could it be shaken back?

And it’s still the kind that falls behind?

This seems to be different from what he expected!

"Wang Long, go all out, otherwise you will have no chance!"

Lin Yan smiled lightly.

"Yes, Senior Brother Wang, go all out and blow him up!"

Wang Lung's followers also cheered.

Wang Long on the stage couldn't help but look embarrassed when he heard this.

Go all out?

The previous palm, although he was a sneak attack, actually used 80% of his strength, which could basically be regarded as an all-out effort.

After all, more than 90% of the combat power can only be achieved by bursting out with killing moves.

But it was impossible for him to admit that his skills were inferior to others, especially in front of so many fellow disciples, so he could only roar:

"Okay, okay, Lin Yan, you want me to go all out, right? Don't regret it!"

"Crazy Dragon Sword Technique!"

With a roar, Wang Long came to kill again.

This time Wang Lung used his unique skill.

Crazy Dragon Sword Technique!

Although this swordsmanship is only at an advanced level, Wang Long has cultivated it to the seventh level, reaching a state of perfection.

After reaching the peak of the sixth level, you can already cultivate sword intent.

And the sword moves at the superb level are no longer sword intention, but sword power.

"Wang Long really went all out this time, even using his sword power!"

The elders present were all moved.

In Shenwen Peak, except for the golden disciples, very few people can master the superb earth-level advanced swordsmanship. Not to mention the superb, those who can practice to the top are already among the best.

As for reaching perfection, it is much better than climbing to the top!

"This kid is in danger now!"

One of the top silver disciples looked solemn.

The cultivation of the eighth level of Lingxuan, coupled with the superb Mad Dragon Sword Technique, is quite terrifying. Even top silver disciples like them feel the danger.

Wang Long's move can threaten them!

Even if they play in person, it is impossible for them to fight without injuries.

"Very good, this makes it interesting! It's worthy of my taking it seriously!"

Lin Yan's face finally showed excitement.

"Hmph, you are so brazen and yet you take it seriously. Do you think you are a top silver disciple? Even if you are really a top silver disciple, you may not be able to take my move!"

Wang Long laughed angrily, did this boy really think of himself as a master?

Ridiculous!

It’s really unbelievable!

"Go to hell!"

Wang Long roared, and countless sword energy turned into a golden holy dragon, crushing Lin Yan.

He wanted to suppress Lin Yan, make him lie on the ground and never get up again. He wanted to cure this tough-talking bitch!

“Just because Top Silver can’t withstand it, doesn’t mean I can’t deal with it.”

Lin Yan smiled lightly.

He formed a seal in his hand, and on the core of the Lingxuan, six silver thunder patterns flashed, and the golden profound energy that originally surged throughout his body was instantly transformed into silver thunder and lightning profound energy.

At this moment, he seemed to be the ancient god in charge of punishment.

"Thunder Sword Veins!"

Lin Yan only heard a soft drink, and then countless silver sword veins surged out, like a tide, striking together with the mad dragon sword.

The dragon roared and thunder and lightning roared.

Everyone held their breath and didn't even dare to blink for fear of missing the wonderful moment.

However, this confrontation only lasted for a moment before the winner was decided.

"Ow!"

With a scream, everyone was horrified to see that the mighty, wild and domineering dragon force actually fell into pieces and was penetrated by the power of thunder and lightning.

This result made the audience outside the martial arts arena dumbfounded.

The elders on the high platform were also dumbfounded, each one looked like a clay sculpture:

"What? Even the superb Mad Dragon Swordsmanship can't withstand the power of his thunder and lightning?"

"Am I dreaming?"