The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 622: 0 Army and Ten Thousand Horses Single Wood

Boom!

Amidst the loud sound of the sky, the sword burst out with a violent and brilliant light, which was even more dazzling than the morning sun behind Lin Yun. These nine traits were turned into one, a sword like the sky, in this terrifying sword light, everyone could feel the incredible power contained in it.

Boom!

The ninth floor of the tomb palace, the vast lake, is under such intense confrontation. The flowing water resembled a glacier, cracking countless gaps, and then exploded.

Everyone looking at the starry sky was shocked by these visions, and their eyes were filled with consternation.

"What a terrible killer..."

Whether it is Lin Yun's Sword Formation Rank Nine, or Ji Wuye's Blood Prison Breaking Soul Platform, they are both strong and scary. When these two ultimate moves were really paired together, everyone was shocked to discover that the waves of destruction contained in those ultimate moves were many times more terrifying than imagined.

Lin Yun and Ji Wuye, the strength of these two people is indeed much higher than the others. Tens of thousands of people came to this dry sea, and in the end only two of them were left, without a trace of luck.

"Who won?"

The scene reflected in the starry sky is hazy, the aftermath is surging, and the vision bursts. It is really impossible to see it. All parties are waiting anxiously.

Such a terrifying killer move, there is no doubt that as long as anyone loses, he will really lose.

At this point, both of them are close to their limits. Once you lose, you will really lose, and all the advantages you have accumulated before will be wiped out.

"Senior Tang, you..."

Mo Ling looked nervous, and looked at Elder Tang Yu next to him for help. With her realm, it was really impossible to see who had the upper hand in the terrifying matchup.

This kind of anxiety, tortures people's hearts.

Elder Tang Yu shook his head and said: "The starry sky is just a mirrored scene, which cannot be seen clearly."

The two ultimate moves are matched, and the resulting vision is too shocking, and the fluctuation of the true essence is chaotic. Not only Elder Tang Yu could not see clearly, but also the elders of the Celestial Soul Realm of other sects.

Suddenly...

Senior Tang Yu, who was staring at the starry sky, his pupils shrank sharply.

Boom!

At this moment, the dazzling rays of the sun burst into the bright starry sky. This light is so bright that it only exists for a moment and then disappears immediately.

This light flashing like a dream bubble, was obviously a killer move by one person, and it had been completely broken.

The dazzling light is just a flash back before it shatters.

The result is out!

Everyone's hearts were suddenly raised.

Who is it?

Whether it was Lin Yun's sword formation that was crushed by Ji Wuye's Soul Breaker, or Lin Yunfeng's sword blasting the morning sun to destroy the bones of the Soul Breaker.

Everyone wants to know the result urgently, but unfortunately the scene in the starry sky is still a chaos, a vision of true essence turbulent, hazy.

Huh! Huh!

Under the gaze of these many gazes, the chaotic vision of the starry sky gradually diffused. The aftermath of a lot of violent violent also subsided little by little.

As the chaos dissipated, the hazy scene gradually became clear.

When the picture was completely clear, I saw the sword in Lin Yun's hand in the reflection of the starry sky, cutting the Blood Prison Breaking Soul in half.

"It's Lin Yun!"

Seeing these scenes, everyone thumped and jumped wildly, shocked. That Lin Yunjian's center has not dissipated, and it seems that it will not be long before the Soul Breaking Platform will be completely smashed.

Especially Xie Yunqiao, Yan Kong and others in the top ten on the list, their eyes are almost falling off, and their expressions change drastically. Before this, they were absolutely sure, and they were certain that Lin Yun had no chance of winning by half and he would definitely lose.

But for the moment, in this crucial matchup, it is clear that Lin Yun has the upper hand.

"I haven't lost yet, the Broken Soul Platform hasn't dispersed yet..."

"Yes, this sword was not completely cut off after all. Ji Wuye is still insisting. If Lin Yun is unable to succeed, he will lose!"

Several people's expressions changed and they murmured to themselves, still insisting on this stubbornly.

Crack!

But such a stalemate did not last long. In mid-air, Lin Yun was chopped by the master's sword, and continued to slash it with unmatched strength. One after another cracks instantly exploded on the Blood Prison Breaking Soul Stage, especially the nine ancient chains, which kept breaking between swaying.

"It's over...Ji Wuye is about to lose." Someone exclaimed in a loss.

Xie Yunqiao, who were still stubborn just now, were dumbfounded and their expressions became uncertain.

"You lost..."

On the ninth floor of the tomb palace, above the lake, Lin Yun looked at him blankly. There were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, his face was pale, and there was even a burst of skin on his forehead, blood seeping out.

Obviously, even with nine reversals with the Purple Kite Sword Formation, Lin Yun's move was not easy to win. In the previous matchup, I suffered a lot of injuries.

Ji Wuye's unruly expression on weekdays seemed quite ugly at this moment. He could feel the sword intent like a rising sun on the opponent. Not only was it as dazzling as the morning sun, but also had a fearless aura. That sword intent was rare in his life.

Not to mention the power contained in the opponent's sword, he knows far better than outsiders how terrifying the opponent's sword is.

But he can't do it!

Ji Wuye's expression was crazy, his eyes were fierce, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed on the crumbling, torn apart soul platform.

Boom!

Supported by the essence of Ji Wuye's overdraft, the Broken Soul Platform was once again violent, and the nine chains shook crazily.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Ji Wuye's face was pale, paler, like a piece of paper, very shocking. The expression in his eyes was so angry that he stared at Lin Yun, wishing to swallow him alive.

That kind of hatred makes people afraid to look directly at it. It's extremely vicious.

But these methods are nothing more than desperate anger in Lin Yun's eyes. They look fierce, but in reality they are empty.

Even if it is only fierce, Lin Yun has never been afraid of each other.

He walked this way, cruel to the enemy, but even more cruel to himself. No one, among his peers, no one has experienced more desperate pain than him.

Ruoji Wuye feels that this is despair. Then Lin Yun wanted to tell the other party that it was far worse.

True despair is not to lose to an opponent that you completely despise.

No matter if you are arrogant and arrogant, there is absolutely no such thing as being unable to lose. The real despair is to watch the person you want to protect and die helplessly in front of you.

Compared with me, Ji Wuye is far behind you!

Lin Yun's eyes flashed with fierce power, cold and unfeeling, and that indifference made the young boy's delicate face look extremely hideous.

The true essence surged all over his body, and the remaining power of the Zi Kite sword formation, under this will, desperately mobilized. A steady stream of majestic true essence is injected into the funeral foil.

While waiting for the agitation of Haoran's power, Lin Yun's powerful body also seemed a little weak to support, and his limbs were aching.

But his gaze is fierce and sharp, and he still keeps on insisting.

When the power of the sword formation was about to be exhausted, Lin Yun raised his brows and shouted coldly: "Broken!"

Boom!

Under the violent drink of this life, the silver burial masterpiece that he had connected with his mind completely concealed the violent blood on the soul-breaking platform. The sword body trembled, and a loud sword sound resounded loudly between the heaven and the earth.

He didn't give the opponent any chance of fluke. The sharpness of this sword was like a broken bamboo, and it severely chopped down the broken soul platform.

Under the extreme power of this purple kite sword formation, the broken soul platform burst into innumerable fragments in countless horrified eyes.

Puff!

At the moment when the Broken Soul Platform shattered, Ji Wuye spurted blood, and the momentum that he worked hard to support all over his body declined at the same time.

Crack! Click! Click! Click! Click!

It's not over yet, the Blood Fiend Demon Prison that covers this world also exploded. This weird enchantment supported by Ji Wuye's blood evil spirit, after its defeat, was obviously unable to compete with Lin Yun's sword intent anymore, and it collapsed on the spot.

Puff!

Ji Wuye vomited blood again, and flew hundreds of meters above the lake.

"The Blood Fiend Demon Prison is also broken..."

Screams of exclamation broke out on the edge of the dry sea, and many noises were heard at this moment. Everyone's eyes looked at the scene extremely unbelievably, no one thought that Ji Wuye would be defeated so miserably.

Not only did he lose, but he lost quite embarrassingly.

At the moment on that lake, it's difficult to even stand up. In contrast, the youth in Tsing Yi has not diminished his demeanor, and his sharp edge is still sharp.

Yan Kong and others in the top ten on the list~IndoMTL.com~ looked at the scene in amazement, they couldn't accept it.

Ji Wuye actually lost, losing to a rising star outside the Long Yun list.

Cough! cough!

Huxin Ji Wuye coughed violently, and every time she coughed, blood overflowed. At the moment, he is indescribably miserable. He overdrafted his source twice, not just as simple as exhaustion of his true essence.

His eyes are still fierce, as if still unwilling.

But just when he wanted to make a move, an electric gaze fell on him coldly. Lin Yun said indifferently: "Do you want to sacrifice a martial soul? I advise you not to do this. Once even the martial soul is hurt by me, even if you are promoted to the Yin Yang realm, it will be meaningless."

Ji Wuye's expression froze, and the coldness in the other's eyes gave him a bone-like chill.

It seems that as long as there is any action, the opponent's sword will stabbed over without hesitation, without any mercy.

The sword-like gaze caused a wave of weakness in his heart, which made people desperate to the point that they didn't even have the courage to offer the last resort.

"The outcome is divided!"

At the moment when this sense of powerlessness just appeared in his heart, the will of the princes who remained in the entire tomb house, instant insight, said indifferently and irresistibly.

"No, no..."

Ji Wuye thought of something, fear dominated his heart, Liu Shen Wuzhu in his eyes, and quickly shouted loudly.

It's useless, he has been identified as the loser by Xingjun's will, and he has been mercilessly removed.

Like the sect disciple who was eliminated before, at this moment, Ji Wuye didn't have any special place.

Bloodhand butcher? so what!

Thousands of troops and horses alone wooden bridges, one will be successful.

(End of this chapter)