The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 1996: Morning Zhao, Chu Yun returns!

The first thousand nine hundred is six chapters

Plop!

The ancient eight evil spirits who each propped up a piece of sky, all knelt to the ground, and the surface of the lake immediately agitated.

What a surprising scene, the many leaders of the Sword League were dumbfounded and directly exclaimed.

"How is it possible?!"

"My God, what the **** is this? Eight ancient fierce beasts, kneeling to Ye Qingtian at the same time?"

"This is not the Primordial Secret Art of Feng Shaoyu!"

Everyone has scalp numb, completely unable to understand.

Above the sky, the jaws of Gu Zijing and others in shock were about to drop, especially Zao Wou-ki's whole person was stupid.

"This...impossible..."

As for Feng Wuji, he was shocked on the spot, and the next moment his expression changed, he said: "This Ye Qingtian must have learned my Feng Family secret technique!"

He, who was still there just now, couldn't sit still at all, he meant to be ready to take action at any time.

But the second elder sister Feng Yu is still with him, how can he make him happy.

Feng Yu was shocked, smiling like a flower, and patted Feng Wuji's shoulder with a hand.

Boom!

This shot was like a mountain falling, and the entire sky was shaking violently. Gu Zijing, Jiang Yunting, Feng Shengling and others suddenly became stressed and became uneasy.

Feng Wuji was beaten like this and immediately couldn't move.

"Don't make trouble!"

Feng Wuji's face changed slightly, and he glanced at it from the corner of his eye. At this moment, Feng Shaoyu looked very nervous and frantically trying to control the eight fierce beasts, but he could not succeed in condensing his handprints.

"The winner is the king and the loser, brother, you chose it! Even if the old man is here today, I will protect it this night! Sit down!"

Feng Yu looked cold, and forced Feng Wuji down.

Gu Zijing and Jiang Yunting's mouths opened wide, and their expressions were extremely surprised. What kind of background is this girl who looks younger than one year old.

With a palm of the hand, the owner of the Hidden Sword Villa was pressed down!

"Auntie!"

Feng Shengling wanted to come forward to persuade.

"Go back." Feng Yu glared at him with a blank face, pretending to not know him, this bear kid is called an aunt in the public, how the eldest brother usually teaches him.

Feng Wuji gave up the struggle, sighed, and said: "Listen to your aunt, it's okay."

Feng Yu remained calm, his hand tightened a little, and the corners of Feng Wuji's mouth twitched, and said with difficulty: "Go back, this young lady is having fun with me."

Feng Yu smiled and released his strength, but still didn't mean to let go.

"Don't look at me, the outcome is still undivided!" Feng Yu said with a smile.

Everyone looked away and saw that on the lake, puffy beads of sweat appeared on Feng Shaoyu's forehead, and his whole body was trembling, looking extremely strenuous.

Damn it, it still doesn't work!

Feng Shaoyu controls the ancient seal that has been directly and painstakingly integrated, and his hands keep changing the imprints, wanting to regain control of the eight fierce souls.

At the same time, Lin Yun gradually figured out some clues, and became extremely calm from the trance.

Slosh!

Lin Yun held the chain with his backhand and stared at him. He felt that he could easily manipulate the eight fierce souls with just a slight movement.

Is it related to the "broken sword" in my body?

He could feel some power coming from the chain, and wanted to separate the chain as much as possible and restrain him again.

But these forces have been hindered in some way, and the eight fierce beasts are desperately resisting Gu Yin's control.

"How could this be?"

Feng Shaoyu feels that his holy energy is constantly being consumed, but the Primordial Eight Fiends are still out of control, and the Eight Fiends Soul Locking Array is completely chaotic.

The locked person in turn controlled the eight evils of the ancient times. This was unheard of. Feng Shaoyu was sweating like rain, dizzy and dizzy anxiously.

"Feng Shaoyu, you don't seem to be able to..." Lin Yun said with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You are not arrogant, don't pretend to be here, just a dying person. The monk who is controlled by the Eight Evil Soul Locking Formation has no precedent for escaping!" Feng Shaoyu forced himself to calm down.

"Really?"

Lin Yun laughed, his hand holding the chain lifted up sharply, and shouted: "Swire eight fierce orders!"

Boom!

The eight ancient fierce beasts kneeling on the ground stood up at the same time, and then jumped high, like a kite, controlled by Lin Yun in his palm.

Crack, click!

As soon as the eight fierce beasts jumped up, the sky seemed to be shattered, the vast Tibetan sword lake was torn apart, and the entire formation was completely destroyed.

This scene was too shocking, everyone in the audience took a breath, the lake splashed out, and the figures of the four parties immediately rose into the sky and hurriedly left this dangerous area.

Buzzing!

The chain shimmered, and there were eight different powers that rushed into Lin Yun's body from it, cracking, the moment when the powers converged.

The incomparably mysterious "broken sword" in Lin Yun's body was pulled out an inch again, and half of its sword body was revealed.

But just as this sword was about to be completely drawn out, there was invisible force that blocked him.

Om!

The sword body kept swaying in Lin Yun's body, and a torrent of power gathered on his right hand grasping the chain.

Lin Yun's vision suddenly blurred, and there was a white back at the end of his field of vision, which seemed to be close and far away.

Suddenly, the white figure turned around. The man was handsome and handsome, dressed as snow, holding a slender sword in his right hand, and behind him was a blue dragon phantom covering the entire starry sky.

The moment he turned around, the whole world disappeared.

The foreground of the eyes disappeared, and Lin Yun seemed to be in the starry sky, with countless pictures flickering like streamers.

After seeing Lin Yun, the white-robed swordsman burst into a smile on his face and said loudly: "I know you will be recognized by this sword sooner or later. Even fate can't stop it. My sword will definitely be waiting for you. The sword, but that’s it, don’t really pull it out."

Lin Yun has never seen this person before, that face is very strange, but his blooming smile makes Lin Yun very familiar, his heart thumps and jumps wildly.

Qinglong, swordsman?

Capturing these two keywords, Lin Yun had an idea in his mind, is it the adult who opened the Shenlong Era? It's not right, why do I feel so familiar.

The figure of that person is getting faint, it seems that there is supreme mighty power, which is preventing him from appearing.

Seeing him getting further and further away, his figure is getting lighter and lighter.

Lin Yun couldn't help but get up in a hurry, with the streamer flickering, he ran as hard as he could: "Don't go, tell me who you are!"

He repeated as he ran, the man in white was also trying hard to rush towards him, and finally, when the figure was about to disappear completely, the two reached out and held each other.

"Hahaha, we will see you again, even fate cannot stop it. Remember, at this point, don’t try to draw this sword. Don’t ask who I am, I’ll wait for you, and my sword will always Waiting for your sword."

"The bright moon was in that year, and Chu Yun returned in the morning!"

Boom!

With the hearty and cheerful laughter, the awakening in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Lin Yun's vision fell on Feng Shaoyu again.

He grabbed the eight chains and was falling from the sky, Feng Shaoyu desperately controlled the ancient seal of his heart, but to no avail, his eyes were full of horror.

Puff!

Lin Yun's terrifying blow directly shattered all the Purple Origin Holy Qi, and the fist light penetrated Feng Shaoyu's chest directly, and then hit his heart.

Feng Shaoyu had the intention to stop it, but to no avail, his sacred energy was exhausted and his vitality was already severely injured, how could he still have the strength to resist all this.

Boom!

His body fell from the sky, and an ancient golden seal flew out from his heart, emitting a dazzling light.

This ancient seal saved his life, but it was also shocked by Lin Yun.

Feng Shaoyu glared glaringly but weakly. He could only watch the ancient seal hanging in the air, while he kept falling into his body.

Boom!

Feng Shaoyu plunged into the water, causing a wave of waves.

The change came so suddenly, everything was a long story, but it was actually just a few breaths.

It was obvious that Feng Shaoyu still had the upper hand, and the Eight Evil Soul Locking Array was peerless, directly making Lin Yun unable to move.

Under the Primordial Secret Art, Lin Yun should have been defeated.

But no one thought that as soon as the picture turned, Lin Yun actually backhanded the eight ancient fierce beasts and defeated Feng Shaoyu in one fell swoop.

Not only that, but even the ancient seal was dug up.

The people at Hidden Sword Villa were also unclear. Therefore, the Eight Evil Soul Locking Formations were all sacrificed, and Feng Shaoyu was still defeated miserably.

"I... actually lost..."

Feng Shaoyu was lying on the water. He never thought that he would lose in this battle.

He has already seen Lin Yun's extraordinary, he is willing to admit that his talent is not as good as the opponent, but he is really unwilling to be a stepping stone for him.

He is the young owner of the dignified Hidden Sword Villa, how could he be defeated?

Huh!

Lin Yun released his hand, the chain escaped into the fierce beast's body. After they saluted Lin Yun, they turned into rays of light and poured into the ancient seal.

Lin Yun wore white clothes and stood in the air. He stretched out his hand and pulled the funeral flower back from the dragon bone sword.

I glanced at Feng Shaoyu who was lying in a pool of blood, and did not choose to continue his shot.

Lin Yun looked up, his gaze fell on the golden ancient seal in front of him.

The ancient seal, radiating golden light, occupies a strange and noble dragon on the square.

As soon as Lin Yun stretched out his hand, he was about to hold the ancient seal directly.

He has a strong intuition that this ancient seal may be related to the "broken sword" in the body directly. He has too many questions now.

Who is the man in white?

Why can I control these primordial fierce souls?

Back then, the bright moon was there, and Chu Yun returned in the morning?

The broken sword in the body can no longer be drawn. What are the consequences of pulling it out?

Huh!

Lin Yun reached out and grabbed the ancient seal, and the light faded.

"This seems to be the seal of the Heavenly Dragon. It is no wonder that it can control the eight primordial souls. This Hidden Sword Villa is not small."

In the Secret Realm of Purple Kite, the little ice phoenix tweeted in praise.

"Ye Qingtian, return the seal!" Above the sky, Feng Wuji said with a black face.

Boom!

At the same time, on the eaves outside the square, several people in black with swords appeared, and their bodies were filled with an extremely terrifying aura.

Don't think about it, this seal is very important to the Tibetan Sword Villa, and Lin Yun will never take it away.

Lin Yun is still sensible, knowing that this is not the time to take this seal.

But when he was about to return, the outstanding woman beside Feng Wuji shook her head at him, and then blinked again.

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, and then he woke up and said with his head up: "Master, you are still undecided about the outcome of this battle."

Feng Wuji's face suddenly sank, and he lowered his voice and said: "I will return the seal, this seal has nothing to do with the outcome."

He is majestic, not angry, but still makes people tremble.

"No hurry, you'd better announce the victory or defeat first." Lin Yun said faintly: "Is it possible to make a Tibetan Sword Villa and still want to do nothing."

Feng Wuji remained silent, but there was a lot of anger in his heart. It was the first time he had encountered such a bold junior.

"Give him the sword."

In the midst of this stalemate, a voice came from Feng Wuji's ears. Feng Wuji stunned for a moment before saying: "You have won this battle. Return the seal, and the oven sword will be given to you immediately. ."

Lin Yun smiled and said: "Thank you, please!"

He didn't mean to go up, spread his hand and put the seal on his palm, letting Feng Wuji come over and take it personally.

"The old man actually agreed."

Feng Yu, the second elder sister, looked in a certain direction, and found that on a tall building in the distance, there was a vicissitudes of old man standing with a very complicated expression.

But what does his expression mean?

Feng Yu felt strange. It was the first time she saw her father, her expression was so complicated, she was shocked, shocked, and puzzled with a trace of expectation and excitement.

It seems that he noticed Feng Yu's gaze, and the old man's expression returned to normal~IndoMTL.com~ and left with his face and hands.

"Sanmei, everyone underneath is watching, don't let go, where do I put my face?" Feng Wuji's face flushed, and he lowered his voice.

Feng Yu lost consciousness for a moment. He tried several times to get up but failed, and he was immediately embarrassed.

"My, my."

Feng Yu smiled and quickly let go.

【I have been entangled for a long time in the two sentences of Chaoyun Never Leave and Chenzhao Chuyungui. Finally, I chose the latter sentence. Brothers who don't understand can read my old book Xianwu fellow practitioners. You don't need to read it, and I will explain it later, and it will not affect the plot of the book. 】