Chapter 430

Lin Yun took action very late, but won quickly.

When he actually drew his sword, he killed Luo Yuhang with just one strike and a single blow.

The imperial warriors watching the battle from all directions had shocked expressions on their faces.

With just one sword, he killed Luo Yuhang, who was in the top five of the rookie list. How on earth was this done?

When I draw my sword, you will no longer have the chance to admit defeat.

Luo Yuhang was arrogant and domineering, and his arrogant words still rang in his ears.

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

I have to say, this is really a huge irony.

The referee on the eighth platform had a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Lin Yun, have you practiced the Seven Mysterious Steps to the transformation state?"

"That's right."

Lin Yun didn't shy away from anything, he just said it bluntly.

The referee was immediately shocked. One step was perfect, and the Seven Mysterious Steps of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion had been cultivated to a superb level by him.

In the golden age of martial arts in ancient times, there were saints who chased the sun, looked at the footprints of the Golden Crow, and deduced the Divine Secret of Chasing the Sun. As time went by, the Divine Secret was lost, and only fragments of the scrolls remained.

But it was only a fragment of the scroll, and later generations used it to deduce many body techniques, and the Seven Mysterious Steps was one of them.

Although the body skills are only at the Xuan level, they are comparable to or even superior to ordinary spirit level body skills, and their understanding requirements are extremely high.

Not to mention big successes, not many people can achieve success in small ways.

There are only a handful of people in the entire history of Lingxiao Jiange who can cultivate it to its peak perfection.

As for the realm of transformation, there is none!

Invisibly, he created a legend that people admire in Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.

Perhaps, there is no one like him in the entire Great Qin Empire. At only eighteen years old, he can practice a Xuan-level movement technique to a state of perfection.

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

Who said that Lin Yun's participation in the Dragon Gate Competition means he is here to die and will only become a stepping stone for others?

Three years was too long. He used this sword to tell everyone.

In this Dragon Gate competition, he, Lin Yun, can also shine.

At the VIP table, eyes fell on Lin Yun one after another with different expressions.

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

All the elders of the Hunyuan Sect looked unhappy, and they all hated Lin Yun deeply.

Wen Yanbo said with a straight face: "It's just luck. I don't believe it. This kid really succeeded in qualifying. At the ninth level of Xuanwu, when all the trump cards are exposed, he can still be unlucky!"

The expressions in the eyes of other young masters were slightly complicated.

Obviously, no one could have expected that Lin Yun would be able to turn the situation around with the advantage of his body skills and kill Luo Yuhang, who was one level higher than him in cultivation, with one sword stroke.

Everyone in Jiange was naturally extremely happy.

"Junior brother!"

Under the battle platform, Mr. Ye held Luo Yuhang's body, his expression gloomy to the extreme.

With just one look, he knew that Luo Yuhang was hopeless.

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

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

Young Master Ye swept his eyes and landed directly on Lin Yun on the stage, with an extremely cold chill bursting out of his eyes.

His cold eyes were like a sword, seeming to pierce people's hearts.

Wow!

His body exuded an extremely terrifying aura, showing his astonishing strength as a 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, didn't change his expression. He glanced back and said calmly: "Dragon Gate Competition, so many people died. Others can die, but your junior brother can't die? Even if you are one of the Eighth Young Masters, this requirement

It’s a little too much.”

If you have murderous intentions, don't expect your opponent to show mercy to you.

Impossible, just because he is your junior fellow apprentice Ye Gongzi, he should be merciful.

Young Master?

So what about the young master, if you want to fight for the first place, sooner or later you will have to fight with the young master.

hateful!

Lin Yun's merciless words made Mr. Ye's eyes ignite with deep anger, and he said coldly.

“Always waiting!”

Unexpectedly, Lin Yun was not afraid at all, and responded lightly before leaving.

So crazy!

In Longmen Square, the spectators from all directions were all shocked. They did not expect that there would be such a wonderful scene after the war.

Facing the Young Master's threat, Lin Yun had no intention of retreating at all, and fought head-on without giving in at all.

The competition will proceed as usual.

Contestants from various forces in the Great Qin Empire were divided into eight groups and competed in a round-robin manner, with the losers eliminated. The four spots for each group would be determined within one day.

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

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

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

The other top players were evenly divided into eight groups, and there was no such thing as a cluster of top players.

After briefly observing the battle situation of other groups, Lin Yun focused his attention on the eighth platform.

Among the eight groups, there are three more powerful ones. They are Xuantian Sect, Wang Jie from Shence Camp and Cao Ziyin from Qintian Academy.

All three of them have reached the peak of Xuanwu level 10, and it is even possible that they have other hidden cards.

His strength may not be lower than Luo Yuhang's.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that there are other dark horses hiding in the eighth group.

"The eighth group, Lin Yun versus Luo Yin!"

Hearing the referee call his name, he performed Qixuanbu, and after a few ups and downs, he landed firmly on the platform.

Luo Yin's cultivation realm is only at the ninth level of Xuanwu, which is inconspicuous among the eight groups, and is completely incomparable to Luo Yuhang.

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

From cutting off his profound veins to killing Luo Yuhang with one sword, his opponent's experience can be said to be a miracle.

Right now, the limelight is in full swing and the momentum is like a rainbow.

But no matter what, now that you are here, you must try your best to give it a try.

"I'm offended."

As soon as the referee announced the start, Luo Yin took the lead.

His whole body was filled with real energy, and he used his palm as a blade to slash down with a sword. This sword slashed across the sky, and a cold light burst out, with a vaguely terrifying aura of splitting a mountain in half.

The moment the killing move was launched, the pressure on his body was as high as the tenth level of Xuanwu.

It can be seen that the other party is quite accomplished in this swordsmanship, if he were to face others of the same level.

I am afraid that with one palm, I can easily cut a person in half.

This person has found a new way to practice his swordsmanship to such a high level, which is indeed something extraordinary.

Unfortunately, he met Lin Yun.

Highly accomplished?

The palm technique is mysterious?

So what, if you can't reach the ninth level of Xuanwu, just crush him with one punch!

Amidst the roar of dragons and tigers, Lin Yun jumped into the air, and suddenly the wind and clouds began to rise.

The man was in mid-air, his hands and fingers dancing, condensing into ancient marks. The power of dragons and tigers surrounded him, as if they were real.

Diamond Seal!

When you are about to meet the opponent's sword in mid-air, send out a seal.
To be continued...