Chapter 833

The last ten days will completely stabilize the top 10000 of Tianjiao list.

At this time, no one is willing to fail, especially those martial artists who hover in the * thousand, who are desperate to keep their ranking within 10000.

At this time, there are not many people who can still maintain a winning streak. Fang Lin's winning streak has reached 43 games, and finally ranked in the top 2000.

In the North Hall of the whole town, Fang Lin has the best record. Except him, others have lost more and won less. Some even lost ten games in a row and were directly brushed down.

In addition to Fang Lin, only Mo Yun and Dugu Nian in the Zhenbei hall are within 10000. Although several others have not been brushed down, their ranking is already beyond 10000. It is basically impossible to rush into 10000 in the last ten days.

Of course, these people didn't give up. In case of a miracle and a series of direct wins against some very weak opponents, it is still possible to break into the top 10000.

Even Mo Yun and Dugu Nian's ranking is not very stable. Both of them are hovering around 9000. If they lose a few more games, they will be immediately squeezed out of 10000.

Such achievements make ye Mengxian, as the hall leader, very helpless. She hopes to see more people in Zhenbei hall can enter 10000, but the reality is always so cruel. In the worst case, it is likely that only Fang Lin can persist to the next stage, and others will be brushed down.

However, fortunately, this situation is not only in Zhenbei hall. Among the other 32 halls, the situation is worse than Zhenbei hall.

There are several halls, so far there is not even one person who has entered the top 10000, that is really miserable.

It's no wonder that the nine kingdoms Tianjiao war still tests the strength of martial arts. It's still too difficult for these alchemists of Dan League to compete with the martial arts Tianjiao everywhere.

Ye Mengxian was gratified that Fang Lin's performance was very good, and he had rushed into the top 2000. Even if Fang Lin lost more than a dozen Games next, he would not fall out of 10000, which was very safe.

The light flashed, and Dugu Nian came back from the independent space, with a look of depression on his face.

Fang Lin glanced at her and said with a smile, "lost again?"

Dugu Nian snorted, "it's really annoying to meet an opponent who is almost the same age as my father."

Fang Lin smiled. Seeing Dugu Nian's appearance, he knew that he was very unwilling to lose.

After all, the age limit of this Tianjiao battle is relatively loose. You can participate as long as you are not over 40, so you will encounter some older martial arts people. These people may not be as talented as young people, but after all, the age is here, and the cultivation time is so long, and the cultivation and strength will not be weak.

Fang Lin had defeated several thirty year old martial artists in succession, but Dugu Nian was not strong enough. Meeting such an old martial artist, he would naturally be defeated.

"How many games have you lost?" Fang Lin asked.

Dugu Nian glanced at his jade slips and said helplessly, "I have lost eighteen games, and I have lost four games in a row."

Fang Lin said with a faint smile, "it's all right. As long as you win a few games next, you shouldn't fall out of the top 10000."

Dugu Nian was not as optimistic as Fang Lin. with the strength of Tianyuan eightfold, she managed to stabilize her ranking at about 9000, which was quite reluctantly. There were still a few days left. If she continued to lose, it was almost certain that she would fall out of the top 10000.

"Your cousin is in a good position now, higher than me." Fang Lin said.

Fang Lin naturally said that Dugu ruoxun was in the top 2000 on the Tianjiao list, more than 30 higher than Fang Lin.

As soon as the voice fell, a light fell, sending Fang Lin into an independent space.

This is Fang Lin's 44th match. Fang Lin, who has won so many games in a row, is very calm at the moment.

The next moment, his opponent appeared.

"Huh? You are Fang Lin!" As soon as the man appeared, he was staring at Fang Lin, with a trace of gloom in his eyes.

Fang Lin frowned slightly and stared at the man, but he didn't know him.

The man looked more than 30 years old, dressed in black, with a burly figure and ordinary appearance, but his breath reached the level of Four Spiritual veins.

"Do you know me?" Fang Lin said.

The man in black snorted, with obvious hostility on his face: "you humiliated my Ling family. I met you today, and I must teach you a good lesson."

Fang Lin was immediately happy. It turned out that this guy was from the Ling family. No wonder he looked like he was going to devour himself alive.

As a Dandao aristocratic family, the Ling family naturally has many masters, but the probability of meeting the Ling family in the battle of the nine kingdoms Tianjiao is still relatively small.

This man in black is the first Ling family man Fang Lin met.

"Since you're from the Ling family, I don't have any scruples about it. I'll fight to death." Fang Lin sneered.

The man in black also sneered: "I know that ordinary spiritual warriors are not your opponents, but I'm not those bags of wine and rice. You're not enough in front of me."

"Oh, then try it." Fang Lin looked indifferent and waved to Ling Chong, showing his contempt.

"Death!" Ling Chong was furious, and it was hard to feel despised. At the moment, he waved his big hand, turned into a startling palm print, and fell down towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin didn't dodge, and there was no place to dodge. He immediately showed his Kirin fist.

Roar!

With the roar of the kylin, the kylin fist print came out with a bang, and went away in the face of the startling palm print.

Boom!!!

The loud noise sent out, and the startling palm print instantly collapsed, while the Kirin fist print was also dim, but it did not dissipate.

Seeing this, Ling Chong had a surprised look in his eyes.

"Suppress it!" Ling Chong showed his martial arts again, and big hands emerged, overlapping and overlapping, as if mountains were pressing under the forest.

Fang Lin didn't say a word. The sky pointed out, and the finger awn rushed up into the sky. He immediately penetrated several palm prints, but he still couldn't resist all of them.

Seeing the palm print coming towards him, Fang Lin's spiritual eyes opened, and the blue light surged into a light curtain, protecting himself under the light curtain.

Bang bang!!!!

Palm prints fell one after another and bombarded the light curtain condensed by the power of spirit and eyes.

That seemingly fragile curtain of light, but it is hard to carry Ling Zhong's offensive.

The next moment, Fang Lin stepped on the Jiuchong sky footwork, like a ghost, and disappeared in Ling Zhong's sight in an instant.

When he reappeared, Fang Lin had come behind him.