Chapter 467 In the Great Qin Dynasty, I am the only one who stands above all others!
Chapter 467
"Innate Sword Intent!"
"Is it really an innate sword intent?"
"I don't know, but this sword intent is really terrible. I haven't seen it in my life."
"It's true that I haven't seen it in my life... But if it's the innate sword intent, it would be too exaggerated. Not only the Great Qin Empire, but even the ancient Nanhua Realm, there is no example of achieving the innate sword intent before entering the Purple Palace."
The words of the eldest prince Qin Yu put Longmen Square in shock.
This sword cut the King's Battle Platform into two straight halves.
The terrifying sword intent, the lingering sound of the young man on the battlefield, his long hair danced, and his blue shirt flew in the wind. His sword momentum turned into a strong wind, sweeping all directions of the King's Battle Platform.
Compared with him, the original dazzling light of the eldest prince Qin Yu was completely covered up.
"Things of the world are like chess, which is really touching."
"Is Lin Yun going to win this final battle?"
This scene is like a dream, a miracle, and it really appears in front of everyone.
A young man who is not favored by everyone fought out from the road to hell, and now it seems that he will still win the final battle.
Since the beginning of the Longmen Competition, what no one has done has been done by this young man.
At this moment, the people in Lingxiao Jian Pavilion finally calmed down.
Especially Xinyan, her cold and charming face rejuvenated, and her beautiful beauty was thrilling for a moment, making people dare not look directly at it.
Her beauty is always so blooming, and her stunning face is like a bright rose. She is born with charm, but a hint of chill invades it, making people can only look far and cannot be slandered.
Elder Luo Feng touched his beard, and he was really crying and excited.
Even if it is not the innate sword intent, Qin Yu can no longer stop Lin Yun in this battle based on his current momentum alone.
The people in the audience were shocked, but if they were shocked, they were far from comparable to Young Master Feiyu on the stage.
Feeling the amazing sword force on the other party, his face was extremely stiff and he said coldly: "Innate sword intent, how could you understand the innate sword intent!"
"Is the innate sword intent? I guessed wrong. The sword just now was not the innate sword intent, this is the innate sword intent!"
After the words came, a little light burst out from the depths of Lin Yun's eyes, as dazzling as stars.
The magnificent sword intent of the past was reborn, like a new life.
This sword intent is clear and clear, and is far away from the world, ethereal and lively, without any dust, and the sound of the sword is like an immortal.
boom!
The majestic sword intent born on him soared into the sky in the blink of an eye. The long sword in his hand was watching from all directions in Longmen Square, and could no longer control it, and the buzzing and trembling.
"Damn it, I can't control it!"
"This sword intent is too strong..."
The previous few times, I could barely control my own sword, but now when the truly complete innate sword intent was activated by Lin Yun, many swordsmen present could no longer control the sword in their hands.
Rush!
Long swords bloomed with flowing light and broke through the sky.
"I will give you this sword to Brother Xinjue!"
Lin Yun's eyes were shining with cold murderous intent, and if Brother Xinjue was still there.
If Brother Xinjue is still there, a sword that also contains the innate sword intent will also fall on the other party's head.
In the cycle of reincarnation in the heavenly way, good and evil will eventually be rewarded.
Bang!
An indescribable sword light bloomed from Lin Yun's hand. This sword was like the scorching sun in the morning, as fast as thunder, trying to kill the sky and destroy the earth.
"Damn, I will never lose, I will never!"
A crazy look broke out in Qin Yu's eyes. He bit his tongue and roared, urging Xuanyang Art to the limit. Under the skin on his face, there was a faint flame pattern emerging, which looked very strange.
The terrifying Xuanyang true essence stirred up again in his body, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body.
.
Even if Lin Yun mastered the innate sword intent, he would do whatever it takes to fight to the top of the list and have no way out.
When I raised my hand, another palm light condensed by flames collided heavily with the flying sword light.
Bang!
In just a moment, this huge king battle platform could no longer support it, and it collapsed completely.
It seemed like a mountain collapsed in front of everyone's eyes.
Rumble!
The King's Battle Platform, which was suspended a hundred feet in the air, has completely become a ruin, turning into countless waste rocks, potholes and piled up on the ground.
Click!
At the center of the storm, someone saw a figure piercing through the palm light, and then Qin Yu's body suddenly burst out.
Blood suddenly sputtered out in the air.
It's Qin Yu!
Under this sword light containing the innate sword intent, even though he had activated the Xuanyang Technique to the limit, he still could not resist it.
He was stabbed in the chest, and the wound was extremely terrifying, and blood was still ticking down.
"Lost."
Seeing this scene, many people sighed softly in their hearts, if there is no accident, it must be Lin Yun's position on the top.
The gap is a bit too obvious.
However, everyone was still a little excited when they were able to witness the birth of a miracle. What an honor to witness the big scene that has not been seen for many years.
"waste."
Suddenly, a cold snorted and he vomited calmly from Lin Yun's mouth.
It seemed as if the thunder in the ground was storm, and Lin Yun actually said that the eldest prince was a waste?
The eldest prince Qin Yu, who is the one?
Regardless of his identity or strength, the Qin Empire is top, high and arrogant. He has always been a humiliating others, without anything he can't get, and no one dares to offend him.
But now, Lin Yun openly called the other party waste in the final battle of this Dragon Gate Competition.
What a humiliation?
Everyone was shocked when they didn't give the other party any face.
Qin Yu, who had been injured, suddenly turned pale and felt a little unbelievable, as if he had heard it wrong.
"What did you say?"
Qin Yu's eyes were filled with anger and he roared.
"Didn't you say that my mere sword slave is worthy of competing for the top spot with you? At present, you can't even compare to me as a mere sword slave. What's the point if you're not a waste?"
Lin Yun looked cold and shouted in a deep voice, burying flowers in his hand, trembling endlessly.
If an ordinary person is a waste of the eldest prince, no one will believe it, and he will even be sneered.
But now, Lin Yun, who defeated the opponent, seems quite valuable.
Bang!
In the ruins, Lin Yun took the burial flower in his hand and stepped out again.
While the Seven Profound Steps were used, the figure seemed like a terrifying geese, and in the blink of an eye came to the other side.
Water Moon Sword Technique, the Tenth Sword, the Sky Broken Clouds!
The moment the sword was sacrificed, the terrifying sword edge storm condensed into a roaring tornado. Qin Yu felt extremely horrified, and the terrifying pressure approached step by step, making him feel completely invincible despair.
Damn, why is this happening...
Qin Yu's heart was filled with endless unwillingness. He knew that he might not be able to stop the sword, but he still rushed over.
He continued to use Xuanyang's true energy, and even the flame patterns that were faintly visible on his face were unaware of, and he was crazy.
Bang bang bang bang!
A terrifying palm light hit the sword blade storm like a strong wind, and a shocking sound broke out. The storm's power was all weakened, but every time it bombarded, the power that came back would make Qin Yu spit out blood.
"horrible."
"Is this eldest prince crazy?"
After several bombardments, Qin Yu's face turned pale as paper.
The people who watched it were frightened. In this case, it was like not to admit defeat, which was looking for death.
After more than ten palm lights, the sword blade storm was shattered by Qin Yu.
"kill!"
But he didn't have time to smile. Lin Yun bullied his body with a burial flower in his hand. The surging true energy was turbulent, and the burial flower sword slashed out in anger.
Back! Back! Back! Back! Back! Back!
Blood continued to overflow from Qin Yu's mouth, which was completely unable to match Lin Yun's sword force, so he could only keep retreating.
The eldest prince at this moment, with his hair disheveled, covered in blood, and was extremely embarrassed.
There is no princely style!
In the snow scene that day, he waved Fangqiu, threw Qingxuan to meet the elites, and married Xinyan in public. The vast guard of honor stretched ten miles in the wind and snow, and what a glorious scenery.
Even if Xinyan was snatched away by the boy in public, she could still speak out loud and said something that I would take your life if I dared to participate in the Longmen Competition.
But at present, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a betrayal dog.
Bang!
There was no way to avoid it. Qin Yu was hit by a sword and broke out on the spot, falling into a pile of abandoned rocks.
Lin Yun put his sword back into the sheath and flew over.
boom!
But just now, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from the gravel pit. There was a terrifying aura, born from the deep pit, and it was a chilling roar.
Martial soul!
It is the martial soul, the eldest prince Qin Yu, who sacrificed the martial soul.
No one expected that in a situation where he knew he would lose, the eldest prince would dare to sacrifice his martial soul.
Are you not afraid that after the martial soul is damaged, sentient beings cannot step into the Purple Palace?
But the next moment, everyone's expressions changed drastically, but Qin Yu soared into the air. Behind him was a fiery red flame sparrow, flashing with three mysterious lights.
The third-level martial soul of the mysterious level!
It was not only a mysterious martial soul, but also a mysterious third-level martial soul. When the phoenix spread its wings, the overwhelming power of flames temporarily forced Lin Yun's innate sword intent to retreat.
"Little Jiannu didn't expect that this prince's martial soul is a third-level Xuan-level flame bird with an ancient Qingluan bloodline."
Qin Yu looked ferocious, as if he was sacrificing this martial soul, under great pressure, and said coldly: "This martial soul, every time he sacrificed this martial soul, he has to bear the pain of burning the body of flames. It was you who forced me to burn me to ashes.
Bar!"
Huh!
After the words came, the third-level Xuan-level Flame Bird martial soul spread its wings and attacked, and it seemed that it would burn everything wherever it passed.
"not good!"
Everyone was shocked and unexpectedly, Qin Yu actually had such a trump card.
Next to the Purple Blue Throne, the old man in black who had been standing behind the eldest prince sneered repeatedly. He looked at Lin Yun, with a faint sarcastic look in his eyes, and the villain was successful.
If Qin Yu really only has this talent, how could he be attracted by Xuanyang Palace?
He will also give Xuanyang Jue to him by making an exception.
But the next moment, the smile on his face frozen on the spot.
boom!
The ancient evil soul Zhulong appeared in the world. It had swallowed a fierce soul, and now it also entered the mysterious level. But just this would not surprise him, but what surprised him was.
Another evil soul appeared behind Lin Yun.
Qiongqi!
Zhulong, Qiongqi, and two ancient evil souls appeared behind them at the same time, bursting out with a huge amount of fierce power.
Before the rushing flame bird approached, it was pounced on by two evil spirits at the same time and torn apart on the spot.
"No!"
Qin Yu spit out blood and knelt on the spot.
With the emergence of two evil spirits, the young man stood proudly in the ruins of the Longmen Battle Platform, as if he was declaring a certain existence.