In the ruins of the King's Battle Platform, two evil spirits were entrenched behind Lin Yun, making the young man's figure look particularly domineering.
Qin Yu collapsed on the ground, his face extremely pale, and his eyes showed a look of extreme disbelief.
It’s over…
He was completely finished, and the trump card he relied on most was vulnerable to the two evil spirits on the opposite side.
There is no longer any means to fight against Lin Yun.
Why, Liu Sheng withdrew from the competition and Xin Jue was killed? This Dragon Gate competition became his stage.
But why, why was this humble sword slave the one who had the last laugh?
"In the final battle, Lin Yun wins!"
The referee took a look at the situation of the two people in the ruins and spoke out at the right time.
Win!
Everyone in Longmen Square was shocked beyond words.
Jiange Lin Yun, this boy that no one expected, created the biggest miracle in thousands of years. Without any precedent, he went through hell mode, counterattacked all the way, and finally defeated Qin Yu.
At this moment, the figure of the young man in green on the King's Battle Stage is attracting everyone's attention and shining dazzlingly.
"Topping the list!"
Elder Luo Feng of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion sighed heavily, it was really not easy for this little guy.
No one thinks that he is weak, no one thinks that he is not talented enough, they just think that he is too young. Maybe it will take him three years to wait for the stage that belongs to him, but three years is too long. Just now, just recently, he
In front of everyone, he reached the top of the Dragon Gate competition.
Speaking of which, he was the one who appointed this little guy's entrance examination.
Thinking about it, he was quite proud. Luo Feng stroked his beard with a smile on his face.
"Hahaha, first, first, first!"
Li Wuyou clenched his fists and smiled extremely happily. At this moment, he was really happy for Lin Yun.
Xinyan didn't say anything, but her eyes were filled with light and tears.
This young man was her. She had dug it herself in the snowfields of Mobei. She entered the imperial capital alone with a sword. Think about the difficulties he encountered during the assessment.
The snipers encountered in the dark forest, and the provocations encountered in the sword pavilion.
After the death of the eldest brother, he shouldered the promise, and in the wind and snow of the imperial capital, one man and one sword blocked the eldest prince's thousands of troops.
It was not easy for him along the way.
I have been burdened with too much, pressure that outsiders cannot see, and sadness that cannot be felt.
But in the end, he reached the end and stood at the pinnacle of the Qin Empire.
"I'm getting rich."
In the crowd, a young man wearing a hat held a wine bottle and showed a soft smile. Thinking of his own bet on the top of Xianyun Tower, he calculated that he didn't know how many times it would have to be doubled.
Some are happy, some are sad.
Hunyuan Zong Wen Yanbo, ever since Lin Yun showed his innate sword intent, his face had never smiled again and was extremely stiff.
The group of people in the Yunxiao Sword Pavilion hated Lin Yun to the core. They most wanted Lin Yun to die in Qin Yu's hands. Their faces were extremely ugly right now.
Everyone in Xuantian Sect was silent collectively, without saying a word and with gloomy expressions.
On the Purple Green Throne, King Qin, who had been silent from beginning to end, closed his eyes with a heavy expression on his face. No one knew what he was thinking.
On the contrary, the young master Fenghua next to him had a strange look in his eyes, as if he was smiling.
It's just that the veil covered her gorgeous face, making it impossible to see her whole face.
At this point, all rankings for the Dragon Gate Competition have been determined.
The top one, Lin Yun!
As for the other people, they seemed to be less important. Everyone was paying attention, and everyone's eyes fell on Lin Yun.
"First? No, I, Qin Yucai
It’s the final number one!”
Qin Yu struggled to get up with a ferocious look on his face. After hearing the referee announce the result, his eyes showed a crazy look.
"Prince Qin, the result has been decided..."
"Go away!"
The referee frowned slightly and wanted to stop Qin Yu, but was shocked when he saw the crazy hatred in his eyes.
If he doesn't get out of the way, this person is probably going to take action against him.
To block or not to block?
Based on Qin Yu's current situation, he might have killed the opponent if he attacked a little harder.
Helplessness flashed in the referee's eyes and he stepped aside.
Bang!
Qin Yu raised his hand and struck at Lin Yun, who had sheathed his sword and dispersed his martial spirit.
Having exhausted his true energy, he forced himself to use Xuanyang Jue, and terrifying flame patterns appeared on his face, making him look very ferocious.
Lin Yun frowned slightly, seeing that something was wrong with the other party, and that he seemed to be possessed by someone, so he dodged a little and backed away.
"Hehe, don't worry, you are a sword slave, how can He De compete with me for the first place!"
Qin Yu was like crazy and kept attacking, one after another shocking masters came rolling in with vast flames.
Bang bang bang!
The powerful palm light erupted with a loud noise in mid-air, and terrifying aftermath surged everywhere.
Everyone was shocked. Is the eldest prince really crazy?
The outcome has been decided. Do you think that you can change the outcome of the Dragon Gate Competition by being so messy?
It's a bit too naive.
Seeing the opponent's palm becoming more and more fierce, Lin Yun was forced to take action and catch his palm.
If the enemy counterattacks so desperately, if he hits himself, he will probably be seriously injured.
Lin Yun was not stupid enough to let the other party bombard him.
"stop!"
At this moment, the man in black next to the Ziqing Throne suddenly shouted loudly before King Qin could speak.
Lin Yun was slightly startled, hesitated for a while, and stopped what he was doing.
Bang!
But as soon as he stopped, Qin Yu's palm struck him hard on the chest.
Phew!
The opponent's Xuanyang true energy escaped into the body and swept away, burning the meridians and internal organs, and blood stains spilled from the corners of Lin Yun's mouth.
"Hehe, this competition is not over yet. No one can judge me as the loser. I am the Prince of Qin, and I must be the first to win!"
Seeing Lin Yun being knocked back by his own palm, the look in Qin Yu's eyes became even more crazy.
Without thinking, he slapped Lin Yun with another palm.
I can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore!
Does Qin Yu really think that he is afraid of him?
"court death!"
A cold light flashed through Lin Yun's eyes. The Ziyuan Sword Technique was in motion, and he raised his hand to greet him.
Phew!
The moment his palms came into contact, Qin Yu spat out blood on the spot and was knocked away by a palm, leaving him vulnerable to a blow.
Whoops!
But just as Qin Yu landed, a figure came through the air and looked at Lin Yun coldly: "I told you to stop, didn't you hear?"
It was the man in black who had been standing behind Qin Yu to protect him.
"I stopped, but this person continued to kill like a mad dog, so I was forced to fight back. Could it be that you asked me to stand still and let this loser be beaten to death? Sorry, I can't do that!
"
Lin Yun looked cold and responded forcefully.
"Who are you, and why do you trespass on the battlefield?"
The referee not far away frowned and asked.
"I, Ji Yun, the deacon of Xuanyang Palace! Qin Yu is my uncle's disciple. I am worried about his safety.
Quan, can’t you go on stage?”
The man in black looked coldly and glared at the referee.
Deacon of Xuanyang Palace!
After the words fell, the audience was suddenly in an uproar, and there were bursts of exclamations.
Xuanyang Palace is a sect that can be called the overlord in the entire ancient South China region. Its strength is so terrifying that no one in the Great Qin Empire can imagine it.
Let alone a deacon, even if it was just a young disciple, no one in the Great Qin Empire would dare to offend him.
"Xuanyang Palace... No wonder the eldest prince dares to be so presumptuous. With Xuanyang Palace supporting him, he is indeed qualified to be such a rogue."
"Yeah, I'm afraid he was pretending to be crazy and beat Lin Yun to death, so he won't be held responsible."
"Lin Yun grabbed the first place in Qin Yu's hands, and I'm afraid he will offend Xuanyang Palace to death."
"In the past, I heard that the power behind Qin Yu was Xuanyang Palace. Now it seems that the rumors are true."
When they learned the identity of the man in black, everyone was shocked, and the faces of the people in Lingxiao Jiange also changed.
Whoosh!
Elder Luo Feng flashed and fell into the ruins first. He stopped in front of Lin Yun and looked at Ji Yun coldly.
The other disciples and elders, not caring much, swarmed forward and protected Lin Yun.
"Your Excellency, even if you are the deacon of Xuanyang Palace, it would be too rude to reprimand my Jiange disciples like this."
Luo Feng looked solemn and said in a deep voice, while looking elsewhere cautiously.
"Father, I feel so uncomfortable..."
Suddenly, no one expected Qin Yu, who was knocked away by Lin Yun's palm, with a look of extreme pain on his face.
Everyone stared at it and were shocked.
They saw flame lines seeping through Qin Yu's face, and there were ferocious blood stains on his face.
"No!"
The face of King Qin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly changed, and in a flash, he came to Qin Yu's side.
But just as he was about to get closer, without any warning, Qin Yu's whole body started to burn. In full view of everyone, he let out a painful and shrill scream. King Qin and the deacon of Xuanyang Palace wanted to save him, but it was too late.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Yu was burned into a ball of ashes and could no longer die.
this……
The whole audience was shocked and in an uproar.
Qin Yu is dead.
In front of everyone, it is really incredible to burn it to ashes out of thin air.
But many people had strange glints in their eyes, thinking of something, but none of them spoke.
Obsessed!
There is no doubt that these four words that pop into the minds of these people who have doubts are all crazy.
He practiced the Earth Level Kung Fu recklessly, which was already a taboo, when he was fighting Lin Yun on the battlefield.
Many people have already seen the clues, and flame patterns appear on their faces from time to time, ferocious and terrifying, which is obviously a sign that they cannot fully control Xuanyang's true energy.
After the defeat, the oil was exhausted.
Even a normal person would not take action at this time, but Qin Yu still took action forcefully.
Step by step, he pushed himself to the edge of death.
His death can be blamed on no one but himself.
But obviously, some people don't think so.
"Lin Yun! You are so brave. The competition is over and you still dare to kill my son. Do you just not take this king seriously?"
King Qin, who was looking at a pile of ashes, looked at Lin Yun and became furious.
The killing intent surged out from his body, and the terrifying aura made everyone in the audience feel deep tremors.
This is, this is the anger of a strong man in the Tianpo Realm!
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