Sovereign of the Era

In the deep pit, Lin Yun knows nothing about life and death.

"Is this the strength of Qin Yu? Three palms, three palms are the winner, crushing Lin Yun completely... "

"We can't say crushing, but we can only say that Lin Yun's first three wars really cost too much. His sword is still sharp, but it is not as powerful as it was at its peak. "

"Yes, I do. That's why the road to hell has always been successful. If you can get into the first four, they are all the best of the best, and the more backward, the more difficult it will be. "

"Yes, it's easy to see Lin Yun win over Si Xueyi, but to Yunzhen, it's just a little reluctant to win."

"The eldest prince seems arrogant, but in fact he has a deep mind. With three palms, one is better than the other. In fact, he is constantly testing Lin Yun's bottom line. After determining the opponent's actual strength, he will kill with one strike and give the man the illusion of invincibility. "

"Yes, it's hard to say if both are at their peak."

Is Qin Yuqiang strong?

Strong!

Strong and terrible!

But Lin Yun from the loser group, to obtain the qualification of the road to hell, all the way to defeat opponents, can finally walk in front of the big prince Qin Yu, has enough to show his strength.

It's definitely not weak to bury the young master Hua.

Unfortunately It's not his destiny. One step later, one step later, he makes himself into hell.

Many people sighed softly and looked pitifully in their eyes.

Think of that young man, when he first appeared on the stage, how spirited and elegant he was. In the case that no one thought he would appear, he appeared unexpectedly in the eyes of the public.

Then, with the trend of black horse, strong appeared, defeated two childe in a row, entered the last eight.

It can be said that his style has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and is admirable.

The power of Qin Yu's three palms has shocked many strong men in Longmen square. But the fallen in the pit of Lin Yun, still let people respect, this young man is not easy, although defeated still proud.

"Just a JianNu, also dare to compete with my highness for the top of the list. Your honor, I think I should have won. "

His gloomy face, with an unprecedented smile, looked at the referee who was deeply shocked by the palm in the air.

The referee in mid air was a little stunned, then took back his sight in the pit, slowly fell down, nodded his head and said, "Lin Yun fainted. Although he can't judge life and death, he can't get up. According to the regulations, you can really count as winning."

"Sentence, please."

Qin Yu's mouth slightly cocked, slightly bent over and said with a soft smile.

Did you win?

Many people wake up like a dream, suddenly realize, a line of eyes, suddenly fell on Qin Yu.

After all, as predicted before the competition, the winner of the final battle of Longmen Dabi is Qin Yu.

No suspense, no miracle.

After that, he will become one of the most famous in Qin Dynasty.

Qin Yu's eyes swept and fell in the direction of Lingxiao sword Pavilion, showing a meaningful smile.

"Little brother!"

Under the stage, Xinyan clenched her teeth and felt like a knife. If it was not for the elder Luofeng who forced her to stop her, she would have rushed to the stage.

"I declare, Longmen Dabi, the final winner, Feiyu..."

But all of a sudden, the referee's face changed, and the smile on Qin Yu's face stopped abruptly.

Boom!

The world suddenly changed color, under the gaze of countless eyes. On the king's battle platform, in the deep pit of terror, an unprecedented force of terror broke out rapidly.

For a moment, the bottom of the pit burst out a dazzling light. One, two Three dazzling columns of light, rising from the sky, piercing the sky.

A steady stream of life erupted from the depths of the earth, and it was astonishing.

"What's going on?"

"What a strong breath What the hell is this? "

"It's the original cultivation!"

"The original cultivation of the top strong!"

Numerous strong purple house, see this scene, in the heart huge shock incomparable.

The three beams of light that burst out of the pit are clearly the light that can only be condensed from the original cultivation.

"This How could that be possible? "

In his eyes, it's better to murmur to himself.

How much will the original cultivation be cherished for a strong man with such terrible strength.

If the original cultivation is completed, in addition to the lower realm, it may lead to a lifelong inability to promote the spirit of heaven. The greater cost is life expectancy, which is unknown to Lin Yun. One is ten years' life span, and the third is thirty years' life span.

Such a high price, even if it is a close relative, can not easily do.

Click!

When the three rays of light condense into a column, at the bottom of the pit, someone looks up to the sky and howls.Buzz!

The familiar sound of swords reverberates in Longmen square again, which is very impressive.

"It's Lin Yun!"

"Lin Yun has not lost yet!"

"Damn it, I cried. The boy still has a card."

"The road to hell is not over, hope is still there, hope is still there!"

For a moment, the whole Longmen square, thoroughly boiling up, many people excited to shout.

Bang!

A figure leaps out, leaps out of the huge pit, one turns over and falls on the ground again.

The young man was dressed in a blue shirt, with a sword box on his back. His face was delicate and beautiful, and his facial features were like those cut by a knife and axe. Not to mention a peerless beautiful man, but also rich and handsome, refined temperament, eyebrows flashing between the sharp edge, is boundless.

This young man, not Lin Yun, can be who.

"I haven't spoken yet. How can I be judged a loser?"

Lin Yun's mouth slightly cocked up, looking at Qin Yu opposite the pit, revealing a smile.

Full of sunshine in the smile, give people calm, confident.

The breath that permeated his body surprised everyone. Lin Yun not only returned to the peak, but also made further progress in his cultivation.

It has reached the incredible half step of Zifu state, which is completely equivalent to Qin Yu's cultivation.

"Damn it!"

Qin Yu, who was originally gloomy and had an unprecedented pleasant mood, suddenly became gloomy and ugly.

"Your Highness, I'm disappointed."

Lin Yun smiles and whispers.

"Hum! How about your promotion to the half step purple mansion? My prince was promoted to the half step purple mansion two years ago. In terms of the details, you still can't compare with me. Even if you climb out of hell, I will step on you again, this time will not give you any chance

Boom!

The terrible breath burst out from Qin Yu. Under his crazy operation, the dark Yang formula of the earth level skill bloomed all over his body.

Like a fireball like the sun, standing in the ruins of the king's battle platform.

Lin Yun's face changed slightly, but with some emotion, he finally used up the three strands of original cultivation left by Mei HUFA.

These three wisps of original cultivation are so precious that he can't bear to use them. They are just like the blood and flesh of plum protecting Dharma. Once refined, it's like drinking the blood of plum protector and eating his meat. How cruel!

His sight swept, fell in the direction of Lingxiao sword Pavilion, Xinyan's body, the other party's cold and gorgeous face, eyes have been wet.

He saw again, Li Wuyou this boy, heartless smile, tears are flowing out, do not know.

He saw the elder Luofeng again. He was old and full of tears. He was too old to restrain himself at the moment.

Many people, many hearts, are concerned about him.

He looked around and saw the second goods of blood dragon horse, which was in the middle of the square, grinning and showing two rows of big front teeth and giggling.

And brother xinjue in the sky, you must look at me

There are still many people who have not come to Longmen square, but Lin Yun can feel that their eyes fall far on themselves through the sea of forests, mountains and rivers.

My way is not lonely!

For a moment, Lin Yun's heart is filled with boundless heroic gas, and his blood is surging in his heart.

In this war, he fought for himself and for all those who cared about him.

My way is not lonely, I can't die!

The soaring sword aims to burst out on Lin Yun. With the breath of climbing to the purple mansion, it collides with Qin Yu's burning and terrifying momentum.

Sword!

He drank wildly in his heart, and the funeral foil scattered elsewhere turned into a startling goose and broke through the sky.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and tightly held it in his hand. His blood and heart felt connected, which filled his whole body.

My sword, glory forever.

When the two men's momentum climbed to the peak, Lin Yun and Qin Yu, at the same time, disappeared in people's view.

Bang!

The next moment, two people in the middle of the pit, each hand, hard hit together.

Lin Yun was holding a funeral foil. At this moment, he raised his hand and saw the light of the bright moon.

Ziyuan sword rhyme is full of energy, and the peak is in full swing. Under the state of half step Zifu, the light of this sword is more powerful than all before.

Click!

When the sword is raised, it cuts the palm awn of Qin Yu into two.

"Die!"

Qin Yu burst into a drink, and his palm turned into a hot blade and fell silent in front of Lin Yun.

Whew! Whew!

In one breath, he splits nine palms, which are like nine spatula light. Each time, it is as fast as a startling goose and as fast as electricity.

However, it also contains the surging and vast xuanyang Zhenyuan. With the power of one blow, it bursts out a breathtaking breath.

Lin Yun's face changed slightly. He took the nine palms one by one."Xuanyang explosion!"

Qin Yu's long hair danced wildly. He drank wildly.

Boom!

The scattered nine palms are like melting furnaces of different sizes, which are instantly integrated into one.

In the middle of the air, a furnace cauldron like the sun is pouring down.

The air was mercilessly burned, and it seemed to outsiders that it was like a God's furnace in a fairy palace, pouring down. A river of fire filled with molten slurry, like a dragon, engulfed the forest clouds.

Lin Yun's eyes suddenly congealed, holding the hand of the funeral foil and waving it like lightning.

There are purple iris flowers in bloom, and the swords spread among them, cutting the river of fire.

Scattered magma, sputtering out, burst out loud bang bang, like the end of the world.

"The light of the rising sun!"

Seeing the clouds breaking through the river of melting, Qin Yu's eyes twinkled with cold light. He was like a sunrise at dawn.

Raising his hand, he struck his palm awn, like the first wipe of light before dawn, and flew toward Lin Yun at an amazing speed.

Come on!

This palm, fast to frighten, fast to even the naked eye meat can not capture.

But Lin Yun's sword, faster!

Frost thousands of miles, a sword stab out, will fly to the palm awn, in the air all the number of ice.

The body of the sword trembled slightly, and the majestic sword power roared out, and the palm awn in the air suddenly burst.

"The sun is like fire!"

Qin Yu clenched his teeth. The light of the morning sun turned into the hottest light at noon, and it radiated down fiercely.

The moon in the mirror!

Between the mirror and the real, he is like a virtual flower in the water.

No matter how amazing the opponent's palm is, it is like falling into a mirror when it falls into its virtual and real sword posture.

Click!

When the mirror is broken, the fiery xuanyang Zhenyuan explodes.

The aftershock of terror, swept out, two body shape at the same time flash, far away from.

They fell on the edge of the platform, which was already a ruins of the battle platform. The fire was burning on the ground, and the sword idea was scattered on the ground.

"It's my turn."

In the big fire, Lin Yun looks at each other and smiles.

"What about the hand? I'm afraid you won't do it! "

Qin Yu looks indifferent and shouts in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid you'll be scared."

Lin Yun smiles, but buries the flower sword in the hand, incomparably excited trembling.

Hum!

Without any sign, a crisp sword sound burst out of his body, which is the oldest string in the world and can not be played.

The sound of the sword communicates with the gods and is as ethereal as an immortal.

Not waiting for people to react, a sword, mercilessly swept out.

The huge King's battle platform, at this moment, constantly explodes, where the sword's awn passes, is as powerful as a broken bamboo, chopping everything!

Poop!

Before Qin Yu could react, he was swept by the sword and spat out blood on the spot.

With this sword, the whole King's battle platform was cut in two.

"Your Highness, guess how much effort Lin made."

The youth blue shirt dances, the wind raises the forehead long hair, the handsome face reveals a trace of smile. With this smile, the city is like a demon, and this sword is like an immortal; a smile is like a demon, and a sword is like an immortal.

"Innate sword meaning!"

Qin Yu's eyes flashed a look of panic, extremely unbelievable said.

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