The Sovereign’s Ascension - Chapter 460



Chapter 460

Its whole body protector’s true essence, slashed by this sword light, was destroyed like nothing.

Such a shocking and shocking scene caused bursts of exclamation in the crowd, and the eyes towards Lin Yun changed drastically.

In imagination, the scene of Lin Yun being slammed to death did not appear.

Instead, it was Han Gang, who was hit hard on the ground and could hardly get up.

How is this done?

Isn’t Lin Yun already abolished, he has broken his profound veins, and retreats instead of advancing his cultivation base. 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 Transformation Realm?”

“No way, it’s too unreasonable that a waste person can practice swordsmanship to the state of transformation.”

“Swordsmanship is extraordinary, superb… Ordinary swordsmanship, when you cultivate to 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.”

“Terrible. No wonder, it’s no wonder that he can compete with Han Gang with eight basalts.”

Transformation is a legendary realm in the Great Qin Empire, and almost no one has seen it, even if there are not many people who have heard of it.

“court death!”

The voice that called Lin Yun to stop before, saw Lin Yun almost behead Han Gang, and he was furious.

Huh!

In the boundless wind and snow, a figure broke through the air, and a storm raged wherever it passed. The terrifying breath, accompanied by fierce murderous aura, ruthlessly crushed the snowflakes in mid-air.

He is the powerhouse of the half-step Zifu in the Shence Camp!

Lin Yun looked up and saw a bloody light bursting in mid-air. It turned into an ancient handprint, which contained almost a real killing intent, and slammed it down at him.

Bang!

This bloody handprint fell too fast, Lin Yun took a backhand and cut off the handprint by 80% of its power.

But there was still 20% of the aftermath falling on him, and he immediately vomited blood, which was shaken out.

If his cultivation is still in the ninth level of Xuanwu, the injury may not have been so severe, but the gap between his cultivation and the half-step Zifu is still too big.

Just after the battle was over, I was caught off guard by this palm.

The killing intent contained in the fingerprints rushed across his body and wanted to cause even greater internal injuries.

But with the operation of the Ziyuan Sword Art, under the roar of the sword intent, the palm strength rushing in, like mud into the sea, quietly.

After three steps back, Lin Yun regained his footing.

“Little Junior Brother!”

On the carriage, Xin Yan paled with shock, her face was shocked, she tried to struggle to stand up, but she showed an expression of great pain.

But it was the eldest prince Qin Yu, who had not prevented the accident from happening, and had already sealed her cultivation base in advance.

Qin Yu sat aside with a gloomy expression and a sneer at the corner of his mouth. There was no expression on his face, no one knew what he was thinking.

“I’m fine, senior 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 this smile, in this cold wind and snow, the people watching are very distressed.

“You can still laugh with my bloody handprint. It’s not easy for you.”

The shooter 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, and he felt very cold.

He spoke unhurriedly, staring at Lin Yun with a viper-like gaze.

“It’s Han Tianming! The Captain of Dragon Scale Guard…”

“This guy is not a small name, he is known as the strongest in the half-step Purple Mansion. No one can beat the Purple Mansion.”

“Lin Yun’s loss is a bit big. If he doesn’t cut that sword, maybe he won’t get this bloody handprint.”

Someone in the crowd quickly recognized the powerhouse in this half-step Zifu, and there were quite a few masters in the Shence Camp.

“But the eldest prince’s wedding dared to make trouble, and it was hurt and possible. Today, you will undoubtedly 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 drove their horses and turned into a violent hurricane, rushing towards Lin Yun.

Rumble!

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 firm expression.

Hundreds of elites from the Shence Camp, coordinated with their inexhaustible, tyrannical slaying air, integrated into one body.

The horses were in the formation of the Israeli army, the horses stepped on the flying snow, and the ground rumbling loudly as they ran.

There were bursts of exclamation, 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, and they practice the same kind of exercises and the same kind of 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 were full of brilliance, and the flowers in his hand were humming endlessly.

Seven Profound Steps, the Golden Crow spreads its wings!

The golden crow mark bloomed on his back, and his body, amidst the falling snow, flashed a rainbow of light and rushed up.

Seven mysterious steps, dazzling shadows!

As he was about to approach the hundreds of elites in the camp, his figure suddenly became blurred, and the afterimages overlapped, like clouds and mist suddenly rising in the mountains.

The hundred elites of the Shence Camp suddenly flashed in confusion in their eyes, and they were all murderous, unable to lock Lin Yun.

In the wind and snow that fell like a knife, for a while, he couldn’t see his figure clearly.

“there!”

When Lin Yun was found 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 condensed, bursting out infinite killing intent, and the burial flower was overflowing with coldness, and the chill was 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.

Puff!

The hundreds of elites were suddenly in chaos, and Lin Yun fell into it, soaring up and down. One person, one sword, and the blood splashed with flying rainbow, dyed the white snow floating in the air.

In an instant, people on the ground turned on their backs, and there was no one standing there except Lin Yun.

Shence camped a hundred people, and most of them were killed and injured, almost all of them perished.

The eye-catching blood fell on the snow, and the people watching were shocked and moved. But the guards of Shence Camp will not. They are battle-tested fighters. They have long been used to all kinds of killings. They only respect military orders.

The cavalry of the Shence battalion in the back, like the wind, came again.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and under his palm, the burial sword spun for no reason. During the rotation, a violent storm raged, and the vast sword power kept accumulating. ,

The violent wind swept the heavy snow, dancing around him, and the young man’s hair was flamboyant.

The light of the bright moon!

When the sword power reached its peak, Lin Yun held the rotating sword hilt with his backhand, as if a bright moon rose slowly behind him, turning into a mighty sword light with this sword.

The purple sword glow was like the light of a bright moon, and the moonlight was dazzling, eclipsing the wind and snow all over the sky.


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