The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 1177: Hum


Chapter One Thousand Seventh

As Lin Yun's voice fell, the front of the two swordsmen obviously changed, and there was an invisible aura on the battlefield fighting each other.

Neither of them was too eager to do anything, staring at each other, each looking for a flaw in the other.

All the leaders in the audience turned their eyes over, and they all seemed quite touched.

"Lin Yun is not an ordinary mad! Zhao Yan is one of the top 1,000 ruthless people on the Xingjun list. He has a good reputation throughout the Eastern Wilderness. People who don't know him among Xingjun, can Not much. Even if you don’t use holy soldiers, how many venerables of the small **** pill realm will not be his opponent."

"I don't know where the monsters came from. Xingjun didn't arrive, so he dared to show up like this. Zhao Yan is willing to fight with him, so I can say that he is worthy of him."

"Interestingly, I don't want to borrow him from the Tibetan sword tower. Isn't his sword a magic weapon?"

The one-sided remarks are obviously nothing strange.

After all, one is famous and the other is unknown.

The top one thousand on the Star Lords list is a very exaggerated ranking. This list contains the entire Eastern Wilderness Star Lords, and there is no age limit.

At a young age, he was ranked in the top one thousand among millions and tens of millions of stars. One can imagine how terrifying. The leader of Qingyan County City still trusted Zhao Yan quite a bit. He felt that he would definitely be able to trample Lin Yun under his feet, even without ten tricks.

This guy is so calm!

But Zhao Yan on the stage didn't mean to underestimate at all, and his expression was solemn to the extreme.

No matter what, just do it!

There is not the slightest flaw in the opponent's Qi machine, Zhao Yan intends to use force to break through and directly crush Lin Yun.

He stretched out his hand to hold the sword hilt, and the sword power on his body changed accordingly. Countless thunder light burst from his body, and dark clouds rolled in the sky.

Chang!

When the sword blade was out of its sheath, Zhao Yan's sword intent to reach the sky bloomed out, detonating the entire Qingyan Square, and the dazzling sword light couldn't open his eyes.

The majestic sword power, surging like a tide, wants to engulf Lin Yun in it.

However, this sword force was only halfway through, and it was met with great resistance. The burial flower was unsheathed, and the sound of the sword rushed into the sky. The same sword intent of the great master of heaven blasted from Lin Yun.

Boom!

The two swords slammed into each other fiercely, and there was a loud noise, and the trembling eardrum trembled.

"Through Heaven Sword Intent! Still the Realm of Great Success!"

Everyone was shocked, their eyes trembling when they looked at Lin Yun, before entering Xingjun, they had cultivated the sword intent to such a high level.

The group was caught off guard and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Sure enough!"

Zhao Yan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and narrowed his eyes. His instinct was indeed correct. This guy had grasped the Heavenly Sword Intent before entering Xingjun.

War!

He roared and stepped forward, as if shrinking to an inch, waited until his footsteps fell, and walked directly in front of Lin Yun.

The core sacred pattern in the Thunder Shadow Sword was urged, and the great sacred sword of Baiding was like a mountain pressing against Lin Yun.

Om! Hum! Hum!

The vast and pure power, as the sword fell, squeezed and rippled like water. If Lin Yun hadn't been physically superior, the pressure alone would be enough to be shaken out of internal injuries.

Boom!

Lin Yun poured his true essence into the sword body, took a reckless blow, and was immediately shaken back several steps.

The holy sword is the holy sword, even if it can't bloom all its power, it is still strong and terrifying.

"The first trick."

Zhao Yan smiled at the corner of his mouth, stopped in place, and said lightly.

Om!

The funeral flower trembled a few times, and its sharp edge was full. It was just a super-grade Taoist soldier, very unconvinced.

Not convinced?

Then kill it!

Lin Yun clasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and the burial sword shone layers of light, circle after circle of sword light, haunting countless petals, making the whole body space seem to be in a dream scene.

The sword?

Zhao Yan didn't have time to think, a ray of cold light was already blooming before his eyes, and the tip of the flower-burial sword condensed a cold light comparable to the stars.

Huh!

The sharp sword light, accompanied by the violent sword wind, made his skin very painful.

"You also take my sword!"

Zhao Yan waved out a sword, but the only thing that could be smashed was the afterimage. The real sword pierced his right shoulder with a sharp sword intent.

So fast!

Zhao Yan's face changed slightly, and he stepped out on his toes, but Lin Yun seemed to be an unknown prophet. His body turned in a volley, moving like a blue luan, a sword pierced his forehead, and the sword became more deadly.

Wow! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two people staggered in the void, their sword lights danced wildly, and the afterimages overlapped.

When Zhao Yan fell, he was unable to retreat and had to hold his sword in his heart.

Dang!

The tip of the sword pierced the opponent's sword, and the collision of gold and stones sounded, and Zhao Yan kept backing away in the sparks.

"Floating clouds cover the sun!"

The two had finished probing each other, but Lin Yun didn't give each other a chance to breathe. A green luan burst out of his body, and the first sword of Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords came out in the blink of an eye.

"Lei Jiao!"

Zhao Yan was not surprised, the Holy Spirit Martial Arts was sacrificed at the same time, and a Thunder Jiao flew out behind him.

Boom!

Compared with the real Holy Spirit, Qingluan is obviously much different, and Zhao Yan, who was passively beaten, finally got a chance to breathe.

Immediately gaining power and not forgiving, the Thunder Shadow Sword in his hand draws an arc, and the hundreds of meters long Arc Light Slash is swept over with the roaring Thunder Jiao.

He wants to smash the opponent's Qingluan with one blow, so that the opponent's Floating Clouds Thirteen Swords cannot release their true power.

As long as Lin Yun retreats half a step, the battle can be declared over.

"Falling clouds!"

"Nine clouds move!"

"Swallowing clouds and transforming dragons!"

……

"Qingyun goes straight up!"

Where did you know that Lin Yun just shook his wrist, it was the boundless sword intent, covering the sky and the sun, displaying all the ten swords of Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords in one breath.

Crack!

The lightning arc sword blade that seemed to cut the space in half was directly smashed, and then turned into countless lightning fragments to illuminate the void.

Ten Qingluans soared up and down around Lin Yun, and the majestic sword force had already suppressed Lei Jiao's holy spirit.

"My sword is like a dragon!"

Zhao Yan's expression was solemn, and there was a dragon roar in his body. Under the influence of this aura, the Thunder Dragon transformed into a dazzling Thunder Dragon.

He drove straight in and killed Lin Yun, who was surrounded by Qingluan. He had the courage to stand alone and stand alone against a million troops.

Heavy electric lights surround his body, making the sky darker, and he is advancing wildly with one sword and one man.

He wanted a sword to destroy all my Qingluan.

What a great appetite!

Lin Yun's expression was solemn and dare not to be careless. Ten Qingluans soared up and down like lightning flashes, intersecting in disorder, and evolving into an endless sea of ​​clouds.

He was surrounded by Qingluan, transformed into a towering mountain, towering in the heart of the cloud.

The two different sword forces of cloud and mountain merge, making the vast battlefield seem boundlessly small at this moment.

"Blue sky and stars!"

Lin Yun took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and the light surging in his eyes, soaring into the air to meet the opponent's extremely amazing sword.

Boom!

The sword on his body is as thick as a mountain, and his feet are tangled in the air, like a sacred mountain rising from the ground. The statue of the fierce beast at his feet trembled violently, and the air was squeezed out by this sword force, forming dozens of sword blade storms roaring in all directions.

Shoo!

When the blue sky and stars were fully displayed, another Qingluan flew out of Lin Yun.

At the moment when eleven green luans hovered in the void, the sky broke through the gap, and an endless starry sky appeared above Lin Yun's head in the night. In that starry sky, there was an unimaginable figure, holding a sword, flying down from nine days away.

Boom!

When the figure in the star dome overlapped with Lin Yun, the dazzling sword light instantly met Zhao Yan's ultimate move.

Crack, click, click!

The two swords of Thunder Shadow and Burial Flower slammed into each other in the air, and each of them showed continuous visions behind them, consolidating and improving their sword power.

Behind Zhao Yan, the Thunder Jiao turned into a dragon shape, hovering and roaring endlessly, like a cloud and rain, making the sky dim, thunderclouds rolling, and lightning constantly piercing the darkness.

The eleven Qingluan behind Lin Yun circled and danced non-stop, making the edge of the flower buried in his hand continue to soar.

Everything is a long story, but it's all done in a flashlight room.

Chang!

The sound of the Shocking Sword sounded all over the world, and the faces of the two were extremely close. They looked at each other, and they saw the crazily desire for victory in each other's eyes.

When their respective sword powers reached their peak, the entangled true essence, vision, and sword intent exploded, sending the two in mid-air into flight.

Boom!

The pool in the center of Qingyan Square immediately swayed one after another, and the huge blades trapped by the chains trembled.

"Buried flowers!"

Lin Yunren stepped back, but his expression was not at all flustered, all the scattered sword power was crazily concentrated on the sword. It seemed that the light of the world had gathered here, and even the sword light on Lin Yun's body was dimmed. Only the sword that attracted worldwide attention could not be ignored.

Om!

At this moment, one person has one sword, the mind is connected, and the person's sword is one, and the aura and momentum are all condensed in this sword.

Cut!

Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and the funeral flower turned into a shock and flew out, stabling towards the exploding opponent.

Damn it!

The pupils in Zhao Yan's eyes shrank sharply, and he cursed secretly in his heart. He didn't expect that Lin Yun would still have the energy and mind to manipulate the sword in his hand in the terrifying confrontation just now.

The speed of the two retreats is involuntary, their breath is disturbed, the true essence is not calmed, and even their respective visions are broken.

But the other party ignored it and threw the sword in his hand, which was too risky.

Huh!

It would be too naive to want to beat me like this, so let's stop here.

Zhao Yan's feet sank, regardless of the disordered blood in his body, he sank forcibly in mid-air. When he landed, he shouted angrily: "Raiking!"

The holy patterns in his sword were spurred one after another, and when the Jinghong was about to kill, he slashed with his sword fiercely.

Clang!

The cracking sound of the golden stone sounded again, and Zhao Yan vomited blood. The wound was not light, but he also flew the burial foil fiercely, flying out like a meteor.

Swordsmen have swords and no swords in their hands. The difference is so big that they can easily hit the opponent with a single sword.

Boom!

The funeral flower fell in the center of the square like lightning, bursting out a circle of bright sword lights, knocking out several people around.

"Where are people?"

It was true that when Zhao Yan Qi machine was about to lock Lin Yun, he was terrified to find that Lin Yun disappeared from his field of vision.

Behind!

A chill came from behind, and Zhao Yan looked like he had eyes on his back and turned around. The moment he turned around, he slashed out with a sword.

"You are too slow!"

Lin Yun's voice rang in his ears, and there was no time to turn around. The opponent danced with fists, punch after punch, constantly bombarding him.

Sword is like fist, fist is like sword, fist and sword are one!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yun blasted hundreds of punches, blasting the body protector Zhenyuan on Zhao Yan's body, and then spit out blood, and was directly blasted out.

Just after landing, Lin Yun disappeared into Zhao Yan's eyes again.

"The same trap, I won't hit twice!"

Zhao Yan barely thought, turned around and slashed out with a sword.

No matter how many punches the opponent hits, as long as he has a breath, he only needs a sword to inflict a heavy blow on the opponent and the fight will end.

Half turn, Zhao Yan stopped, his eyes were very sharp.

I found that what stayed in front of me was just an afterimage, and immediately turned around and slashed the sword away.

Boom!

An afterimage was torn into countless fragments by the Thunder Shadow in his hand, and the bursting sword glow continued to cast off. On the vast water surface, a monstrous water curtain was lifted, and then hit on the stove containing the thousand-foot giant sword.

Dang! when! when!

The dull sound, like a thousand-year-old bell, echoed in the world.

Feeling the fool, Zhao Yan's mouth twitched and turned around immediately.

"The sword is coming!"

This time, Lin Yun was indeed in front of him, but the time it took him to cleave that sword was long enough for Lin Yun to recall the funeral flower.

As soon as he turned around, Lin Yun grasped the funeral flower that flew by astonishingly, and directly pierced it out.

Boom!

The tip of the sword hovered over Zhao Yan's eyebrows, as if the opponent had turned around and bumped over.

Blood seeped from the center of Zhao Yan's eyebrows, and then bleeds down the bridge of his nose. At this moment, he did not dare to breathe. He could severely inflict Lin Yun with a single sword, but with this sword, he had never succeeded in slashing it out from beginning to end, and now he dare not move at all.

"I lost."

Speaking three words, Zhao Yan let out a long sigh, he knew that the other party was merciful.

If not, this sword has pierced his eyebrows~IndoMTL.com~ But the opponent's sword didn't seem to have the intention to stop. It was so sharp that he couldn't open his eyes.

Zhao Yan's heart hung again, thinking that the other party had blinded Chen Ying and cut Yan Zijing's throat.

The ruthless man who ranked in the top 1,000 on the Star Monarch list couldn't help shaking at this moment. Zhao Yan trembled with his lips, and said: "Brother Lin, the famous sword conference, forbid...forbid... Murder."

Lin Yun looked helpless, smiled bitterly: "You can praise it, I can't control it."

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment before he realized that Lin Yun was referring to the sword in his hand. The corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and he whispered softly: "The funeral flower is really good, the sword in my hand is not as good as that."

Buzz!

The sword body trembled, as if it hummed twice before it turned into a heroic light into its sheath.

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