The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 467: At present, Daqin is the only one who looks down upon the heroes!
Chapter 467
"Innate sword intent!"
"Is it really innate sword intent?"
"I don't know, but this sword intent is really terrifying, I have never seen it in my life."
"It's true that I haven't seen it in my life... But if it is innate sword intent, it would be too exaggerated. Not only the Great Qin Empire, even in the ancient South China region, there is no example of achieving innate sword intent before entering the Purple Mansion. "
The words of the great prince Qin Yu shocked Longmen Square.
This sword cut the King's Platform straight into two.
The terrible sword intent, the lingering sound has not disappeared, the young man on the battle stage, with long hair flying and dancing, a blue shirt hunting in the wind. A sword power, turned into a violent wind, washed in all directions of the king's battlefield.
Compared with him, the dazzling light of the eldest prince Qin Yu was completely concealed.
"The world is like chess, it is really touching."
"Is Lin Yun going to win this final battle?"
Such a scene, like a dream, can be called a miracle, and it really appeared in front of everyone.
A young man who is not favored by everyone, came out from the road to hell, and right now, it seems that he has to win the final battle.
Since the Dragon Gate Competition began, something that has never been done by this young man will be done.
At this moment, everyone in the Lingxiao Jian Pavilion, their hanging hearts finally settled down.
Especially Xinyan, her cold and moving face renewed its dazzling brilliance, and the beauty was thrilling for a moment, which made people afraid to look directly.
Her beauty is always so full, and her stunning face is like a bright rose. It was originally a natural charming bone, but a hint of cold invaded, people can only see from a distance and cannot profanity.
Elder Luo Feng touched his beard, really tears and excited.
Even if it wasn't the innate sword intent, Qin Yu could not stop Lin Yun from this battle based on his immediate momentum.
The people under the stage were shocked, but if they were shocked, they were far incomparable to Master Feather on the stage.
Feeling the incomparable sword power of the opponent, his face is extremely stiff, and he coldly said: "Innate sword intent, how can you understand the innate sword intent!"
"Are you innate sword intent? You guessed it wrong, the sword just now is not innate sword intent, this is innate sword intent!"
When the voice of fell, Lin Yun's eyes burst out with a little brilliance, which is as dazzling as a star
The majestic sword intent before, reborn, just like a new life.
This sword intent is clear and clear, and the dust is between the heaven and the earth, ethereal and smart, not stained with dust, and the sword sound is like a fairy.
Boom!
The majestic sword intent that was born on his body rushed to the sky in the blink of an eye. The long swords in the hands of the four sides in Longmen Square could no longer be controlled, and they hummed and trembled.
"Damn it, I can't control it!"
"This sword intent is too strong..."
Several times before, I could barely control my own saber, but now it is truly complete innate sword intent. After being activated by Lin Yun, many swordsmen present can no longer control the sabre in their hands.
Crush!
A long sword with a handle, bursting into the air with a stream of light.
"I will return this sword to you for Brother Xinjue!"
Lin Yun's eyes were cold, and there was a cold killing intent, if Brother Xinjue was still there.
If Brother Xinjue is still there, it is also a sword with innate sword intent, and it will fall on the opponent's head.
The reincarnation of the heavenly path, good and evil will eventually be rewarded.
嘭!
An indescribable sword light bloomed from Lin Yun's hands. This sword was like a scorching sun, as fast as thunder, trying to cut the sky and the earth.
"Damn, I will never lose, never!"
A crazy look broke out in Qin Yu's eyes. He bit the tip of his tongue and roared, pushing the Xuanyang Art to its limit. Under the skin on his face, a faint flame pattern emerged, which looked very strange.
The terrifying Xuanyang True Essence agitated again in his body, and his body exploded with a more terrifying aura than before.
Even if Lin Yun mastered the innate sword intent, in order to be at the top of the list, he would fight at all costs and have no way out.
When raised his hand, there was another palm light condensed by flames, which collided heavily with the flying sword light.
嘭!
Only for a moment, this huge battlefield of kings could no longer be supported, and it fell apart completely.
is like a high mountain, crashing down in front of everyone.
rumbling!
The battle platform of the king, which was suspended for hundreds of feet in the air, was completely in ruins, turned into countless waste rocks, pitted, and piled up on the ground.
Click!
At the center of the storm, someone saw a figure piercing the palm of his hand, and Qin Yu's body suddenly retreated.
In mid-air, blood suddenly sputtered out.
is Qin Yu!
Under this sword light that contains the innate sword intent, even if he has pushed the Xuanyang Art to the limit, he still cannot resist.
He was stabbed with a sword in the chest, the wound was terrifying, and the blood was still falling ticking.
"I lost."
saw such a scene, many people sighed softly in their hearts, if there is no accident, Lin Yun must be the top spot.
The gap, some are too obvious.
But being able to witness the birth of a miracle, everyone is still faintly excited. It is an honor to witness the big scene that has not been seen for many years.
"Waste."
Suddenly, with a cold snort, he quietly vomited out of Lin Yun's mouth.
is like thunder on the ground, violent in the hearts of everyone, Lin Yun actually said that the eldest prince is rubbish?
Great Prince Qin Yu, who is it?
Regardless of status or strength, in this Great Qin Empire, they are all at the top. He has always humiliated others, there is nothing he can't get, and no one dares to offend him.
But right now, Lin Yun actually called the opponent trash in the final battle of the Dragon Gate Competition.
What a shame?
didn't show any face to the other party at all, everyone was shocked.
Qin Yu, who was already injured, suddenly turned pale, a little unbelievable, as if he had heard it wrong.
"What did you say?"
Qin Yu roared with anger in his eyes.
"Are you not my only sword slave, are you worthy to compete with you for the top spot? Right now, you can't even compare to my own sword slave. What is it if you are not a waste?"
Lin Yun looked indifferent, shouted in a deep voice, trembling with the buried flowers in his hand.
If it is an ordinary person, no one will believe it and even be laughed at when he says that the big prince is trash.
From Lin Yun, who was defeated by the opponent right now, it seemed quite significant.
嘭!
In the ruins, Lin Yun held the burial flower and stepped out again.
During the seven profound steps, the figure seemed to be shocked and came to the opponent in the blink of an eye.
Shuiyue swordsmanship, tenth sword, sky broken clouds!
At the moment when the sword was sacrificed, the terrifying storm of swords' edges condensed into a roaring tornado. Qin Yu suddenly felt extremely shocked, and the terrifying coercion approached step by step, making him feel completely invincible despair.
Damn, why is it like this......
Qin Yu was full of endless unwillingness. Knowing that he might not be able to stop this sword, he still rushed over.
He continued to use the Xuanyang True Essence, and he didn't even notice the looming flame lines on his face. He was crazy and junior.
Bang Bang Bang!
A terrifying palm light blew on the blade storm like a violent wind, and there was a loud noise. The prestige of the storm has all been weakened, but each time the bombardment, the strength of the shock will make Qin Yu spit out blood.
"Horrible."
"Is this prince crazy?"
After several bombardments, Qin Yu's face was as pale as paper.
The people who watched it were frightened. In this case, if you didn't admit defeat, it was tantamount to looking for death.
After more than ten palms, Qin Yu was shattered by a storm of sword blades.
"Kill!"
But he didn't have time to smile, Lin Yun held the burial flower in front of him, and the surging true essence was violently agitated, and the burial foil was trembling, bursting out angrily.
Quit! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!
Qin Yu's mouth is constantly overflowing with blood, completely unable to match Lin Yun's sword power, and can only keep retreating.
The eldest prince at this moment, with disheveled hair, covered in blood, is extremely embarrassed.
Where is the princely style!
In the snow scene that day, he slammed Fang Qiu, threw the elite of the Qingxuanhui, and married Xinyan in public. The mighty guard of honor stretches back and forth for ten miles in the wind and snow, so beautiful.
Even if Xinyan was snatched by the teenagers in public, she could say high above that, if you dare to participate in the Dragon Gate Competition, I will take your life.
, right now, it's not an exaggeration to say that it is a bereaved dog.
嘭!
There is no way to avoid it. Qin Yu was hit by a sword, burst out on the spot, and fell into a pile of abandoned rocks.
Lin Yun returned his sword and flew over.
Boom!
just in the past moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out of the gravel pit. There was a breath of horror, born from a deep pit, that was a chilling roar.
Wuhun!
is a martial soul, the eldest prince Qin Yu, sacrificed the martial soul.
No one thought that the eldest prince would even dare to sacrifice his martial soul in a situation that he knew he would lose.
Isn’t it possible that after the martial soul is damaged, the sentient beings will not be able to step into the purple house?
At the next moment, everyone's complexion changed drastically, but Qin Yu rose into the air. Behind him was a fiery red flame bird, shining with three profound lights.
Wuhun of the third rank of Xuan-level!
is not only a profound-level martial soul, but also a martial soul that has reached the third-rank Xuan-level. When the Luan bird spreads its wings, the overwhelming flame power temporarily repels the coercion of Lin Yun’s innate sword intent. .
"Little Sword Slave didn't expect it, this prince's martial arts soul is a third-rank Xuan-level flame bird with the blood of ancient Qingluan."
Qin Yu looked terrifying, as if he sacrificed this martial soul, under great pressure, he said coldly: "This martial soul, every time it is sacrificed, it has to endure the pain of burning flames. You forced me to give it to me. Burn it to ashes!"
huh!
The voice of fell, and the third-rank Xuan-level Yanque Martial Spirit, spreading its wings, attacked, and it seemed to burn everything where it passed.
"Not good!"
Everyone was shocked, I never expected ~IndoMTL.com~Qin Yu actually had such a hole card.
Next to the purple throne, the black-clothed old man who had been standing behind the prince sneered. He looked at Lin Yun, with a slight mockery in his eyes, and the villain was determined.
If Qin Yu really only has this talent, how could he be favored by Xuanyang Palace.
will also give Xuanyang Art to him, making an exception.
But the next moment, the smile on his face freezes on the spot.
Boom!
The ancient fierce soul candle dragon appeared, and it had swallowed a fierce soul, and now it is also at the profound level. But just that, it didn't surprise him, what surprised him was.
There is another fierce soul, which suddenly appeared behind Lin Yun.
Qiongqi!
Candle Dragon, Qiongqi, two Primordial Fierce Souls, appeared behind them at the same time, exploding with monstrous ferocity.
The flaming bird was not even close, but was rushed by the two fierce souls at the same time, and torn on the spot.
"No!"
Qin Yu vomited blood, kneeling on the spot.
Along with the emergence of two fierce souls, a young man stands proudly in the ruins of the Dragon Gate battle platform. It seems to be proclaiming a certain existence.
Now Daqin, who can be proud of the world?
I'm Lin Yun!
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