Chapter 546
Da Feng Jin defeated Yun Zhen with one palm.
On the stage of the king’s battle, young Lin Yun, the sword is pointing at Qin Yu!
The road to hell, three consecutive defeats, the young man walked along the way, it is a miracle.
When no one was optimistic about it, Lin Yun cut the Mingyue in half with one sword, and took Si Xueyi lightly. Then with the Heavenly Broken Cloud, defeated the Heavenly Thunder Breaker in everyone’s heart that could completely kill the Purple Mansion, and then defeated Yun Zhen in the palm of Lin Yun.
Except for miracles, I can’t explain everything in front of me.
But who knows the hardship that Lin Yun has paid for him behind this, and who can understand the pressure on him.
There is no rhetoric, no Zhuang language, only a sword, only a sword, pointing to Qin Yu calmly.
This day, this moment, he waited too long!
When it comes to the death of Big Brother Xinjue, even if he is in hell, he has to crawl out step by step, covered in blood.
Tell the world, tell the world, today’s Dragon Gate Competition, Lin Yun only fights for the first you.
The green silk is like a waterfall, and the clothes are stained with blood.
On the stage of the king’s battle, Lin Yun’s eyes had never been so hot, all the anger and unwillingness that was suppressed in his heart erupted, and his eyes condensed a monstrous fighting spirit.
“What has happened to this young boy’s eyes?”
“It’s terrible, I haven’t seen the war intent in this look in my life. He is definitely not strong. From the beginning, he made up his mind to get the first place!”
“Perhaps because of the promise. Before the rumors of Xinjue’s death, he agreed to the other party’s promise.”
“Xin Jue? Is that kendo wizard who realized the complete innate sword intent before he died?”
“If Xinjue is still there, seeing Lin Yun have come this far, I must be very pleased.”
At this moment, everyone in the audience was infected by the young man’s fighting spirit, and there was a slight shake on the precedent that the so-called road to hell would never succeed.
People can’t help but want to support this boy.
Now that you have counterattacked here all the way, you can go one step further and really create your own opportunity.
But, can Lin Yun really defeat Qin Yu?
At this moment, Qin Yu on the purple throne showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, unable to take a step forward.
Whoosh!
One step forward, the next moment, he appeared on the ruins of the battle platform of the king.
The reckless warfare in his body also boiled and burned completely at this moment. Looking at Lin Yun in front of him, the blood became excited about it.
While getting to the top of the list, he can personally step on the person he wants to kill the most.
With such a beautiful picture, Qin Yu shuddered in excitement at the moment he thought about it.
“It’s not easy. I didn’t expect you to fight to such a position to fight me. The palm of the hand just now should be the ancient martial arts harvested in the magic lotus secret realm, but can you use it again?”
Looking at Lin Yun, who was covered in scars, Qin Yu sneered.
“You can try it.”
Lin Yun said calmly.
“According to your current state, it is not worth my full effort. Take me three palms before talking.”
Qin Yu scorned everything, after a sneer, he whispered softly: “Three palms, after three palms, if you are not dead, I will give you the qualifications to fight me.”
Arrogant!
In Qin Yu’s words, everyone felt a trace of arrogance to their bones. Even if Lin Yun had already lost three of them in a row, it was still worthless in his eyes.
At the scene, everything was quiet.
Countless spectators, no one dared to laugh at his arrogance.
Just because he is Qin Yu, the son of Fei Yu, Qin Yu.
His strength is bottomless. Three years ago, he competed with Liu Qi for the top spot and only lost to the opponent.
Three years later, no one knew how strong his strength was.
“The road to hell, the last battle, Lin Yun will face Young Master Feiyu!”
As soon as the referee’s voice fell, Qin Yu stretched out a palm and slapped it at will.
A simple and casual palm, but after the palm was pushed out, there was an aura of horror bursting out instantly.
On the dilapidated ground, boundless dust was suddenly rolled up, and then a huge palm containing true essence condensed completely appeared out of thin air, exuding a scorching and violent aura.
When this giant palm appeared out of thin air, the complexion of many people in Longmen Square changed drastically.
The breath contained in the palms was too amazing, the leader of the Xuanwu realm, fear and trembling from the bottom of my heart for no reason, only the strong of the purple mansion realm, can calmly look at it.
Lin Yun’s pupils shrank suddenly, and the Foil Burial Sword burst out angrily without hesitation.
“Shuiyue swordsmanship, the light of the bright moon!”
The Purple Kite Sword Art, running at full force, within a single breath, all 72 petals bloom.
Before, the light of the bright moon, which shined brightly before, bloomed again at this moment. The majestic light of the bright moon condensed into a bunch of purple sword light, and it immediately collided with the giant palm.
Rumble!
The void shuddered, and the terrible aftermath was frantically lost.
But the next moment, bang! That bunch of purple sword glow, like a fire like a moon, fell apart.
Lin Yun’s face changed slightly, and he could only hold the sword on his body to block the palms that continued to surge.
Amidst the loud noises, the shattered moonlight and broken sword lights, like the vast snow, fell on this king’s battle platform.
Lin Yun’s figure burst back, and he retreated to the edge of the king’s battle platform, before he could stand firm.
It’s just that his face has become paler than ever before, and he doesn’t see any blood.
“Too weak, this prince only used less than 30% of his strength, Lin Yun, are you so vulnerable?”
The wind was raging and the aftermath was surging, Qin Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled, looking at Lin Yun and said softly.
Less than 30%!
Qin Yu’s words immediately shocked everyone on the entire Longmen Square.
How could it be possible that less than a palm of 30% of the power has made Lin Yun so embarrassed.
How terrible this Qin Yu is.
Lin Yun’s face was solemn, and his opponent was even more terrifying than he had imagined. Just now, this Jian Rang had already gone all out.
Although it is not the peak right now, the sword power is still unbroken, and the power of the Purple Kite Sword Art is absolutely not low under the full operation of the Purple Kite Sword Art.
Is it because of the ground-level exercises?
“Come on again, with this palm, guess how much strength I will gush out?”
Without letting Lin Yun think about it, Qin Yu smiled lightly, his eyes flashed with excitement, very good, what he wanted was the feeling he had now.
Torment slowly, take it slowly.
Rumble!
Without warning, sand and rocks suddenly flew in front of Lin Yun, and the heat wave was overwhelming. It was also a giant hand, roaring like a blue dragon, but more solid and cruel.
The scorching air wave, pervasively, the temperature of the entire Longmen Square is surging.
The terrible breath, Gaia’s audience, heaven and earth, under this palm, completely silent, without any sound.
Except for the scorching and cruel palms, there is nothing else.
Lin Yun’s face was dignified like never before, feeling the scorching heat gradually coming, and the flower funeral sword in his hand shook loudly.
The next moment, a dazzling brilliance erupted from the funeral foil.
This sword, this mysterious soldier who was infinitely close to the treasure, was urged to the extreme by Lin Yun, and then stabbed out fiercely.
Shuiyue swordsmanship, thousands of miles of frost and cold.
The Shuiyue swordsmanship, to the yin to cause cold, the highest to the arrogant, has been cultivated to the transformation realm in the hands of Lin Yun, the ultimate move is far beyond imagination.
This sword is frosty and cold, and everything can be frozen as far as the eye can see.
The magnificent sword light swept away with the sword force that was so dark and cold.
A frost spread rapidly on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, where the sword power passed, it seemed as if the air had condensed into ice.
The palm light that rushed to also solidified in an instant.