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Chapter 431: The Battle of the Dark Horse(1/2)

Chapter 430

Lin Yun took action very late, but he won quickly.

When he actually drew his sword, he killed Luo Yuhang with one sword with one sword.

The imperial warriors watching the battle from all directions were all shocked.

With just one sword, Luo Yuhang, the top five in the rookie list, was killed. How did this be done?

When I draw my sword, I will no longer have the chance to give in.

Luo Yuhang's arrogant and domineering words are still heard.

But when Lin Yun drew his sword, he was already a dead person.

I have to say that it is really a great irony.

The referee on the eighth platform had a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes and pondered: "Lin Yun, your seven-profound step has you been practicing to the realm of transformation?"

"That's right."

Lin Yun did not shy away from it and said bluntly.

The referee was shocked in his heart. He made a painting in one step. The seven mysterious steps of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion were really cultivated to a state of superb cultivation.

In ancient times, in the prosperous era of martial arts, there was a saint chasing the sun, observing the footprints of the golden crow, and deducing the magical proof of the sun. Time passed, the magical proof was lost, and only the remaining scrolls were left.

But just a fragment, later generations used this to deduce many body techniques, and the Seven Mysterious Steps are one of them.

Although the body skills are only mysterious super, they have spiritual body skills that are comparable or even surpass ordinary, and have extremely high requirements for understanding.

Not to mention great success, not many people can achieve small success.

Those who can cultivate it to the peak and perfection are among the few in the history of Lingxiao Jiange.

As for the realm of transformation, there is not a single one!

Invisibly, he created a legend in Lingxiao Jian Pavilion.

Or, no one in the entire Qin Empire was like him. At only eighteen years old, he could practice a mysterious body technique to the level of supernatural power.

The shock that this battle brought to everyone was far more than this.

Who said that Lin Yun’s participation in the Longmen Competition was to come to die and would only become a stepping stone for others?

Three years have been too long, and he used this sword to tell everyone.

In this Longmen Competition, he Lin Yun can still shine.

In the VIP seat, eyes fell on Lin Yun, with different expressions.

A trace of murderous intent flashed across the face of the eldest prince Qin Yu, and his eyes looked as cold as ice.

The elders of Hunyuan Sect looked not very good-looking, and they all hated Lin Yun to the core.

Wen Yanbo said with a stern face: "Just luck, I don't believe it. This kid really succeeds in qualifying. With all the trump cards exposed, he can still go against the will of heaven!"

The other young masters' eyes looked a little complicated.

Obviously, no one could have expected that Lin Yun could revolve the situation by relying on his strengths and kill Luo Yuhang, who had a level one level higher than his cultivation with one sword.

Everyone in Jiange was naturally extremely happy.

"Junior brother!"

Under the battle stage, Young Master Ye hugged Luo Yuhang's body and his face was extremely gloomy.

He only took a look and knew that Luo Yuhang was beyond his rescue.

That sword not only cut off his ribs, but also cut his heart in half.

"Lin Yun, you can defeat him, why bother killing my junior brother!"

Young Master Ye glanced at him and landed directly on Lin Yun on the stage, with an extremely cold chill bursting out from his eyes.

The cold eyes are like swords, as if they are about to pierce people's hearts.

Wow!

He exuded an extremely terrifying aura, showing the amazing strength of his young master.

If it were an ordinary person, under his sharp eyes, he would be scared to death on the spot.

Lin Yun, who was about to step down, looked back and said lightly: "Longmen Competition, if there are too many people dead, can you die, can you not die? Even if you are one of the eighth princes, this requirement is too excessive."

Since you have a murderous intention, don’t expect that your opponent will pity you.

It's impossible, because he is your junior brother of Mr. Ye, so he shows mercy.

Young Master?

So what about the young master?

If you compete for the first place, you will sooner or later fight with the young master.

hateful!

Lin Yun's words without any kindness made Young Master Ye's eyes ignite a strong anger and he said coldly.

"Welcome anytime!"

But unexpectedly, Lin Yun was afraid at all and responded faintly before leaving.

Very crazy!

All the spectators from all directions were surprised. They didn't expect that there would be such a wonderful scene after the war ended.

Faced with the threat from the young master, Lin Yun had no intention of retreating, and fought against each other without giving in at all.

The competition will be carried out as usual.

Participants from various forces in the Qin Empire were divided into eight groups, fighting in a circular manner, and the loser was eliminated. Within one day, four places in each group were decided.

Only the thirty-two people who appeared here are qualified to compete for the top eight.

The battles between each group were compact and intense, and very exciting.

Lin Yun observed secretly and found that the strength of each group was relatively average, except for the Seven Young Masters.

Other top experts were evenly divided into eight groups, and there was no situation where experts gathered together.

After a little observation of the battle situation of other groups, Lin Yun focused his attention on the eighth platform.

Among the eight groups, three more powerful people were the Xuantian Sect, the Shence Camp Wang Jie and the Qintian Academy Cao Ziyin.

All three of them have the peak cultivation level of the Tenth Level of Xuanwu, and it is even possible that they have other trump cards hidden.

The strength may not be lower than that of Luo Yuhang.

Of course, it is not ruled out that there are other dark horses hidden in the eighth group.

"In the eighth group, Lin Yun plays against Luo Yin!"

When he heard the referee calling his name, the Qixuan Step was used, and several ups and downs fell steadily on the platform.

Luo Yin's cultivation level is only at the ninth level of Xuanwu, which is not prominent among the eight groups, and is completely incomparable to Luo Yuhang.

When he saw Lin Yun coming to the stage, a decisive look flashed in his eyes.

From breaking the mysterious vein to killing Luo Yuhang with one sword, his opponent's experience can be said to be a miracle.

The current popularity is invincible and the momentum is like a rainbow.

But no matter what, since you are here, you have to fight for the last time with all your strength.

"Occursed."

When the referee had just announced the start, Luo Yin took the lead.

The true energy of the body was stormed with a palm as the blade and slashed down with a sword. This sword struck through the sky, and a cold light suddenly rose, and there was a terrifying momentum that split a mountain in half.

The moment the killing move was used, the pressure on his body was almost at the tenth level of Xuanwu.

It can be seen that the other party has a good attainment in this palm and knife, and if he faces other people in the same realm.

I am afraid that it can easily cut people in half with just one palm.

This person took a different approach and cultivated his palm sword to such a profound realm, which is indeed a bit extraordinary.

Unfortunately, he met Lin Yun.

A profound attainment?

Mysterious palm technique?

So what? If your cultivation is only at the ninth level of Xuanwu, then you will crush it with one punch!

As the dragon roared and the tiger roared, the forest clouds jumped into the sky, and the wind and clouds suddenly rose.

The man was in mid-air, his hands danced with his ten fingers, condensed into an ancient mark. The power of the dragon and tiger surrounded him, as if it were the essence.

Vajra Seal!

When the opponent's palm sword was about to meet in the air, a seal was sacrificed.
To be continued...
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