The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 407: For whom, don’t look back!
Chapter 407
Xuantianzong Han Gang was on the snow, his chest ribs were broken, and the blood surged.
Rao is because of his profound cultivation. Under this sword, he was injured not lightly, miserable and embarrassed. If it is an ordinary Xuanwu ten-fold, it is afraid that it will be a sword, and it will have to be split in half on the spot.
Its whole body protector's true essence, cut down in this sword light, it is destroyed like nothing.
Such a terrifying and shocking scene caused bursts of exclamations in the crowd, and the eyes of Lin Yun changed drastically.
In my imagination, the scene of Lin Yun being slammed to death did not appear.
Instead, it was Han Gang, who was hit **** the ground and couldn't get up.
How is this done?
Lin Yun has been abandoned, he has broken his profound veins, and retreats instead of advancing his cultivation. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be Han Gang's opponent at all, he is a useless person.
When an old man tremblingly uttered the word Huajing in the crowd, it made many people wake up like a dream.
"The Legendary Transcendent Realm?"
"No way, it's too unreasonable for a waste person to practice swordsmanship to the state of transformation."
"Swordsmanship is extraordinary, superb... Ordinary swordsmanship, when you reach the peak of perfection, you are already in the realm of no one in a thousand, proud of the world. He has mastered the state of transformation at a young age."
"It's terrible. No wonder, it's no wonder that he can compete with Han Gang."
Transformation realm, which belongs to the legendary realm in the Great Qin Empire, almost no one has seen it, even if it is heard by many people.
"Looking for death!"
The previous voice called for Lin Yun to stop, seeing Lin Yun almost beheaded Han Gang, he was furious.
huh!
In the vast wind and snow, a figure pierced through the air, and a storm raged wherever it passed. The terrifying breath, accompanied by fierce murderous aura, ruthlessly crushed the snowflakes in the air.
is the strong man in the camp of Shence, half a step in the Purple Mansion!
Lin Yun looked up and saw a **** light bursting in midair. It turned into an ancient handprint, which contained almost a real killing intent, and shot it at him.
嘭!
The **** handprint fell too fast, Lin Yun took a backhand sword and cut off the handprint by 80% of its power.
There was still 20% of the waves falling on him, and he immediately vomited blood, which was flew out.
If his cultivation is still in the Ninth Level of Xuanwu, the injury may not be so severe, but the gap between his cultivation and the half-step Zifu is still too big.
just finished the battle again, and was caught off guard by this palm.
The killing intent contained in the handprints rampaged through his body and wanted to cause more internal injuries.
can follow the movement of the Purple Kite Sword Art, under the roar of sword intent, the rush of palm power, like mud into the sea, quietly.
stepped back three steps, Lin Yun stood still again.
"Little Brother!"
Xinyan on the carriage was shocked, her face was shocked, she tried to struggle to stand up, but she showed an expression of great pain.
is the eldest prince Qin Yu, who has not prevented the accident from happening, and has already sealed her in advance.
Qin Yu sat aside, his expression gloomy, and his lips curled up with a sneer. His face was calm, no one knew what he was thinking.
"I'm fine, sister, don't worry."
Lin Yun wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and squeezed a smile on his pale face.
But with this smile, in this cold wind and snow, the person watching is very distressed.
"You can still laugh when you hit my **** handprint. It's not easy for you."
The person who shot fell on the snow. He was dressed in the military uniform of the Shence camp. He was in his thirties. His eyes were like poisonous snakes, and his cheeks were thin. He felt very cold.
He spoke unhurriedly, staring at Lin Yun with viper eyes.
"It's Han Tianming! The captain of the Dragon Scale Guard..."
"This guy is not a small name, he is known as the strongest in the half-step Zi Mansion, no one can match the Zi Mansion."
"Lin Yun's loss is a bit big. If he doesn't cut that sword, maybe he won't get the **** handprint."
Someone in the crowd soon recognized the powerhouse in this half-step Purple Mansion. There are many masters in the Shence Camp.
"But the eldest prince’s wedding dared to make trouble, and it was hurt and possible. Today, you must die, kill him!"
The cold-blooded ruthlessness and decisiveness of the soldiers were very obvious in Han Tianming. Without giving Lin Yun a chance, he ordered the Shence camp to be dispatched.
The guards in the Shence Camp, driving their horses, turned into a violent hurricane, and rushed towards Lin Yun.
rumbling!
This time, more than eight dragon scale guards were as simple as they were. Hundreds of cavalry rushed in at one time, wearing battle armor, with a cold expression and resolute expression.
One hundred elites from the Shence Camp, coordinated with their indomitable, tyrannical and killing spirits, are integrated.
The war horse is in the military formation, the horse is riding on the snow, and while running, the ground is rumbling and the sound is loud.
screams of exclamation sounded, and a deep shock flashed in the eyes of many onlookers.
The elites in the Shence Camp, one-on-one, are definitely not the opponents of the sect leaders, and they can even be cut like cutting melons and vegetables.
But once there are hundreds of them, there will be qualitative fission. They practice the same technique and the same martial arts. The odds are clear, daily practice, perfect coordination, few flaws, especially under the frontal charge.
Not to mention the eight-fold Xuanwu, ten-fold Xuanwu, it is also a dead word.
Lin Yun's eyes are full of sharp edges, and the flowers in his hands are humming endlessly.
Seven Profound Steps, the Golden Crow spreads its wings!
The golden black mark bloomed on his back, and his body, amidst the falling snow, flashed a rainbow light and rushed up.
Seven Profound Steps, dazzling shadows!
As he was approaching, the hundreds of elites in the camp, his figure suddenly blurred, and the afterimages overlapped, like clouds and mist suddenly rising in the mountains.
One hundred elites of the sacred strategy camp suddenly flashed in confusion in his eyes, and he was murderous, unable to lock Lin Yun.
drenched in the wind and snow like a knife, and for a while, he could not be seen clearly.
"There!"
When he found Lin Yun again, he was surprised to find that Lin Yun had already rushed to their heads at some unknown time.
kill!
In mid-air, Lin Yun's eyes are sharp and sharp, bursting out with boundless killing intent, and the burial flower is full of coldness, and the chill is colder than the wind and snow, just like Lin Yun's determination at this moment.
sword connects people's hearts and minds.
Like me, like a sword, fearless in life and death!
The trembling foil burial sword made a loud trembling sound, resounding in all directions, deafening, and many people couldn't hold the sword in their hands.
噗呲!
Hundreds of elites suddenly became confused, and Lin Yun fell into it, soaring up and down. One person, one sword, the blood splashed with flying rainbow, dyed the white snow floating in the air.
In an instant, people on the ground turned their backs on their backs, and apart from Lin Yun, there was no one standing there.
Shence camped a hundred people, most of them were killed and injured, almost all of them died.
The eye-catching blood fell on the snow, and the person watching was shocked and moved. But the guards of Shence Camp were wrong. They were battle-tested fighters who had long been accustomed to all kinds of killings. They only respected military orders.
The cavalry of the Shence camp in the back row, like the wind, is crushed again.
Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and under his palm, the burial sword spun for no apparent reason. During the rotation, a violent storm raged, and the vast sword power kept accumulating. ,
The heavy wind swept the heavy snow, dancing around him, and the young man's hair was flaunting.
The light of the moon!
When the sword power reached its peak, Lin Yun held the rotating hilt with his backhand, as if a bright moon rose slowly behind him, turning into a mighty sword light with the sword.
The purple sword glow is like the light of a bright moon, and the moonlight is dazzling, making the wind and snow all over the sky eclipsed.
嘭嘭嘭!
The cavalry who came by the original attack, under this sword light swept, the armor was shattered, the horses died, and the complete formation was in a commotion. After falling to the ground, they were in pain and wailing.
嘭!
But before Lin Yun had time to collect his sword, he saw a flash of red light and Han Tianming appeared in front of him. The corner of his mouth curled up with a grin, and between his hands, a palm was printed toward his heart, with a **** mark on the palm that looked like a venomous snake.
噗呲!
Between the electric light and flint, Lin Yun avoided the vital point, but he still got a palm printed on his right shoulder.
There was a burst of blood on his right shoulder, and his palms shook, knocking him into the air again.
"So shameless!"
In this scene, everyone who watched gritted their teeth. This Han Tianming half-stepped to the realm of the Purple Mansion, which was not much higher than Lin Yun's cultivation level.
can make a move, but it is despicable and disgusting, every time Lin Yun takes the sword the moment he makes a move.
Before, no matter how many deaths and injuries in the Shence Camp, he remained silent, just staring at him like a snake.
Plop!
Lin Yun fell on the snow, and the funeral flower came out, this time heavier than the last palm injury.
Half a step into the realm of the Purple Mansion, a carefully prepared palm, even if it avoids the key points, is not something ordinary people can bear.
"Lin Yun, hurry up and leave me alone."
Xinyan looked pained on the carriage and screamed.
DaDaDa!
The Shence camp behind is still gathering, and the big prince on the carriage is expressionless. The distinguished guests from the Qingxuanhui on both sides landed on Lin Yun indifferently, without any fluctuations, as if he was a dead man.
The eyes of the crowd from all directions are quite pity, the young man who fell to the ground in the wind and snow is really helpless.
is the eldest prince, he didn't even have a word or even a look in his eyes.
let this young man see what annoyed him.
If there are no accidents, Lin Yun is afraid that he will be killed by hard life.
How about practicing swordsmanship to the realm?
One person, one sword, kill the Shence camp, how about the blood sword flying rainbow?
This Han Tianming is not entangled with you, no matter how high his swordsmanship is, there is no room to play.
"Kill!"
Han Tianming's thin face showed a cold smile, and his eyes flashed with disdain.
The pleasure of playing this kind of genius evildoer between applause made him very enjoy. Ten days ago, he was also a leader. Unfortunately, after failing to promote to the Purple Mansion, he was stuck in the Purple Mansion realm for half a step.
He has a distorted and perverted hatred for the evil leader.
Boom, boom, boom!
The horses neighed, the hurricane was in it, and the Shence camp gathered in the rear, under the order of Han Tianming, rushed again. The ground vibrated loudly, and the sound of killing from heaven and earth made people tremble.
"Go, hurry up!"
Xinyan's eyes were red, and she choked up.
Lin Yun on the ground smiled bitterly: "Sister, since I have come, I won't leave if there is no result. The blood is still cold, there is no reason for the drawn sword to be taken back."
Who is happy for who is worried, for whom draws the sword without looking back!
嘭!
The palm of the boy slammed in the snow, and Lin Yun stood up and shouted, "Sword!"
The burial swords scattered in the distance, with a clattering cry, were held tightly by the beckoning.
frosty cold!
greeted hundreds of elite Shence camp who were shouting to kill the sky. Lin Yun in mid-air swept all over with sword intent. The moment he held the burial foil, he waved his hand. The endless chill is accompanied by the boundless sword power, and everything he goes through is frozen.
The wind is cold, the snow is cold, and the heart is colder than this.
Ke Lin Yun’s sword, go ahead!
is like the wind, like the wind of autumn leaves, like the wind of withered leaves in the autumn night.
is like snow, like the snow of winter, like the snow that frosts all things in cold winter.
Click!
The ice shattered, and hundreds of elites from the Shence Camp who rushed to spit out blood, without exception, they were all shaken out by the ice sword intent in their bodies.
"Die!"
In the sound of grinning laughter, Han Tianming turned into a flash of red light and appeared in front of Lin Yun at a once in a lifetime opportunity.
His face was grinning wildly, his eyes were bloody, and he slapped him straight to Lin Yun's forehead.
Many warriors in the crowd suddenly took a breath, and said in their hearts, it was so cruel... This Han Tianming is really cold like a snake, no, he is more terrifying than a snake.
But Han Tianming was startled, and he felt a panic inexplicably. He saw Lin Yun's eyes, as calm as water, and waves were endless.
is like looking at a dead person, without any emotion.
"What's the matter?"
Doubts arose in Han Tianming's heart.
flame pattern, thunder cloud pattern, geng gold pattern, wind feather pattern, cold cloud pattern... one by one can be called the perfect second-rank spiritual pattern ~ IndoMTL.com~ in the Lin Yun body meridian, they are like stars. Light up, criss-cross, interlocking, forming a vast picture.
Lin Yun suddenly shot out bright auras from the inside to the outside. The whole body is overwhelming, crazy skyrocketing, Xuanwu nine-fold, Xuanwu ten-fold, half-step Zifu...
Boom!
hasn't stopped. After his breath reached half a step into the Purple Mansion, he soared to the alarming Purple Mansion realm.
Han Tianming's palms stayed half an inch in front of Lin Yun's forehead, and he could no longer move forward the slightest. This terrifying pressure from the Purple Mansion shook him and twisted him in pain.
What's the matter?
His eyes were amazed and he couldn't believe it.
Thousands of machine printing, palm broken mountains and rivers map!
Accompanied by a thunderous tiger roar, a huge tiger's palm suddenly fell in mid-air, and it fell swiftly with a force of thunder.
"No!"
Han Tianming was horrified, his expression changed drastically, and he wanted to retreat.
Is refundable?
Lin Yun, I have been waiting for him for a long time!
嘭!
When the tiger's palm was on this vast snowfield, Han Tianming, who was half a step into the realm of the Purple Mansion, was photographed on the spot. The ground shook violently, the street burst suddenly, and there was a loud noise and roaring, as if the sky and the earth were shivering under this palm.
Countless figures were thrown into the air under the shock. With the rocks in the sky and the flying snow dancing wildly, the whole world was completely messed up.
"Follow me!"
Lin Yun swept his gaze, fell on Ma Cheng's Xin Yan, and without hesitation, he took off.
The heart of the sword, life and death are fearless, although thousands of people will go!