Chapter 550
Qin Yu, who was already injured, suddenly turned pale, a little unbelievable, as if he had heard it wrong.
“What did you say?”
Qin Yu roared with anger in his eyes.
“Didn’t you say that I am a mere sword slave, and worthy of competing with you for the top spot? Right now, you can’t even compare to my mere sword slave. What is it if it is not a waste?”
Lin Yun looked indifferent, shouted in a deep voice, trembling with the buried flower in his hand.
If it is an ordinary person, no one will believe that the great prince is wasteful, and will even be ridiculed.
From the perspective of Lin Yun, who was defeated by the opponent at the moment, it seemed quite significant.
Bang!
Among the ruins, Lin Yun held the burial flower and stepped out again.
The figure seemed to be shocked while the Seven Profound Steps were being used, and it came to the opponent in the blink of an eye.
Shuiyue Sword Technique, Tenth Sword, Heavenly Broken Cloud!
At the moment when this sword was sacrificed, the terrifying storm of blades condensed into a roaring tornado. Qin Yu suddenly felt extremely shocked, and the terrifying coercion approached step by step, making him feel completely invincible despair.
Damn, why is it like this…
Qin Yu’s heart was filled with endless unwillingness. Knowing that he might not be able to stop this sword, he still rushed to kill him.
He continued to use the Xuanyang True Essence, and he didn’t even notice the looming flame pattern on his face. He was crazy and junior.
Bang bang bang!
A terrifying palm light blasted on the blade storm like a violent wind, and it erupted with a loud noise. The prestige of the storm has all been weakened, but with each bombardment, the strength of the shock will make Qin Yu spit out blood.
“horrible.”
“Is this prince crazy?”
After several bombardments, Qin Yu’s face was as pale as paper.
The people watching are frightened. In this case, not admitting defeat is tantamount to looking for death.
After more than a dozen palms, Qin Yu was shattered by a sword-blade storm.
“kill!”
But before he could smile, Lin Yun held the flower burial flower in front of him, and the surging true essence was violently stirring, and the flower burial sword was trembling, and it burst out in anger.
retreat! retreat! retreat! retreat!
Qin Yu’s mouth kept overflowing with blood, completely unable to match Lin Yun’s sword power, and could only keep retreating.
The big prince at the moment, with disheveled hair, covered in blood, was extremely embarrassed.
Where is the princely demeanor!
In the snow scene that day, he waved Fang Qiu, threw the elite of the Qingxuanhui, and married Xinyan in public. The mighty guard of honor stretches back and forth for ten miles in the wind and snow, so beautiful.
Even if Xinyan was snatched by the young man in public, she could say high above that, if you dare to participate in the Dragon Gate Competition, I will take your life.
But at the moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a bereaved dog.
Bang!
Inevitably, Qin Yu was hit by a sword, burst out on the spot, and fell into a pile of abandoned rocks.
Lin Yun collected the sword and returned to its sheath, and flew over.
boom!
Just in the past moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out of the gravel pit. There was a breath of horror, born from a deep pit, that was a chilling roar.
Wuhun!
It was Wuhun, the eldest prince Qin Yu, sacrificed the Wuhun.
No one had thought that the eldest prince would dare to sacrifice his martial soul even when he knew that he would be defeated.
Isn’t it afraid that after the martial soul is damaged, the sentient beings will not be able to step into the purple mansion?
But the next moment, everyone’s complexion changed drastically, but Qin Yu rose into the air. Behind him was a fiery red flame bird, shining with three profound lights.
The martial soul of the third rank of Xuan rank!
Not only a profound rank martial soul, but also a martial soul that has reached the third rank of the profound rank. When the Luan bird spread its wings, the overwhelming flame power temporarily forced Lin Yun’s innate sword intent to retreat.
“Little Sword Slave didn’t expect it, this prince’s martial arts soul is a third-rank Xuan-level flame bird with the blood of ancient Qingluan.”
Qin Yu looked terrifying, it seemed that he sacrificed this martial soul, under great pressure, and said coldly: “This martial soul has to endure the pain of burning flames every time it is sacrificed. You forced me and burned me to ashes. Bar!”
Huh!
When the words fell, the Yanque Martial Spirit of the Xuan rank third rank, spreading its wings, seemed to burn everything wherever it went.
“not good!”
Everyone was shocked, and never expected that Qin Yu had such a hole card.
Next to the Purple Throne, the black-clothed old man who had been standing behind the prince sneered again and again. He looked at Lin Yun with a slight mockery in his eyes, and the villain was determined.
If Qin Yu really only has this talent, how could he be favored by Xuanyang Palace.
He will also give Xuanyang Jue an exception to him.
But the next moment, the smile on his face freezes on the spot.
boom!
The Primordial Fierce Soul Candle Dragon appeared, and it had swallowed a fierce soul, and now it has also entered the Profound level. But just like this, it wouldn’t surprise him, what surprised him was.
Another fierce soul suddenly appeared behind Lin Yun.
Poor strange!
Candle Dragon, Qiongqi, two Primordial Fierce Souls, appeared behind them at the same time, exploding with monstrous fierce might.
The flaming bird was not even approached, but was rushed by the two fierce souls at the same time, and torn on the spot.
“Do not!”
Qin Yu vomited blood, kneeling on the spot.
With the emergence of two fierce souls, the young man stood proudly in the ruins of the Dragon Gate battle platform. It seems to be announcing a certain existence.
At present, Daqin, who can be proud of the world?
Only me, Lin Yun!
Zhulong, Qiongqi!
In the ruins of the Battle Terrace of Kings, two fierce souls entrenched behind Lin Yun, showing the youth’s figure extremely domineering.
Qin Yu, who collapsed on the ground, was extremely pale, and his eyes showed an extremely unbelievable look.
It’s over…
He has completely finished, and the most relied on hole cards are also vulnerable to a blow in front of the two evil spirits on the opposite side.
There is no longer any means to fight Lin Yun.
Why, Liu Qi retired from the game, Xin Jue was killed, this Longmen Competition changed to belong to his stage.
But why, why this humble sword slave, he laughed last.
“Lin Yun wins the final battle!”
The referee glanced at the situation of the two in the ruins and said aloud in due course.
Won!
Everyone in Longmen Square was shocked, beyond words.
Jiange Lin Yun, this kid who is not optimistic about it, has created the greatest miracle in thousands of years. In the absence of any precedent, through the hell mode, counterattacks all the way and finally defeated Qin Yu.
At this moment, the figure of the Tsing Yi boy on the battlefield of the king is eye-catching and dazzling.
“Top of the list!”
Elder Luo Feng of the Lingxiao sword pavilion sighed heavily, this little guy is really not easy.
No one thinks he is weak, no one thinks he is not talented enough, just thinking that he is too young. Perhaps waiting for three years is his stage, but three years too long, just now, just recently, in front of everyone, he has boarded the top of the Longmen Competition.
Speaking of it, this little guy’s entry review is still up to him.
Thinking about it, he was quite proud, Luo Feng touched his beard, with a smile on his face.
“Hahaha, first, first, first!”
Li Wuyou clenched his fists and smiled happily. At this moment, he was really happy for Lin Yun.
Xinyan didn’t speak, but her eyebrows were shining brightly, and there were tears flickering in Yingying.
This boy, it was she, who personally digged in the snowy field in Mobei. Alone, holding a sword into the imperial capital, think about the difficulties he encountered during the assessment.
In the dark forest, the sniper encountered, the provocation encountered in the sword pavilion.
After the death of the eldest brother, the promise that he took back, in the wind and snow of the imperial capital, one person, one sword, blocked the great prince’s thousands of troops.
Along the way, it was not easy for him.