Chapter 447

From now on, among the eight princes of the Great Qin Empire, there will be no title of Young Master Ye!

Lin Yun's words were like a bolt from the blue, suddenly arose in everyone's hearts, without exception, with a shocked expression and speechless look.

Dead...

The monster that was rare in Yunxiao Sword Pavilion in a thousand years died like this, dead under Lin Yun's sword.

A moment ago, he was still aggressive, with the cross sword shining amazingly, clamoring that Lin Yun would die.

But the next moment, before everyone could report it, his eyebrows were pierced by a sword.

Its sword force, as vast as the ocean, was instantly crushed to fall apart after the purple kite flower bloomed in the sky.

By the time Lin Yun stabbed the sword, he had no power to resist at all.

Many people, even now, still don’t understand it. Why did Mr. Ye die with just one sword? It’s completely unacceptable?

But in fact, if you calm down and think about it.

From the beginning, Lin Yun was not at a disadvantage. No matter how fierce the opponent pursued and fought hard, the sword was fierce and fatal. From beginning to end, Lin Yun did not let himself get lost and reveal his flaws.

On the contrary, after seeing through the opponent's reality and realities, Lin Yun took the initiative after the tenth level of Xuanwu was fully revealed.

When he counterattacked, it was obvious that the two of them had not reached the same level of sword cultivation.

The Shuiyue Sword Technique, which has reached the realm of transformation, has been exerted to its peak under the illumination of the bright moonlight.

At that moment, the winner was actually decided.

Qin Yu, the eldest prince next to the Purple Blue Throne, changed his face slightly, and his heart was no less shocked than others.

Even if it is slightly out of the way, the emotional fluctuations are like waves and are difficult to calm down.

In his opinion, no matter how powerful Lin Yun is, he has a clear gap with the Ba Jun. He cannot cause any danger to him, and he doesn't even have to dirty his own hands. Someone will kill him in the Longmen Competition for him.

But now, it is Mr. Ye, not Lin Yun, who dies.

But in three days, what did this little sword slave do?

His eyes were deep, staring at Lin Yun from afar, as if he wanted to dissect the other party and see clearly.

The burial flower returned to the sheath, and the sword intent on the battle stage remained undispersed, and it let out a series of gentle sangs. Lin Yun's aura reached its peak at this moment.

He slashed Young Master Ye with his sword, now he felt extremely domineering. He was arrogant and unruly. With a sword in his hand, who was competing with him, and that kind of momentum didn't seem deliberate at all. It seemed as if he was like this, but he was inadvertently.

The blooming makes people suddenly awaken.

He Lin Yun has never been a toy in the eyes of the young master and will not be slaughtered.

The so-called young master is just like that.

Young Master Ye's death showed Lin Yun's ambitions and ambitions and was completely exposed.

If he didn't come, he would have to compete for the first place. Three years were too long, so he could only seize the day.

Lin Yun glanced at him and happened to see the gaze projected by the eldest prince. He looked over without fear and coldly.

In the Longmen Competition, he never thought of avoiding this person.

Qin Yu wanted to kill him, but he never wanted to kill the other party. He was already 90% sure that the death of Senior Brother Xin Jue was done by this person.

The so-called Wang Yan is just a dog under his command.

Everyone understands the truth, and the senior management of Lingxiao Jiange also understands it, but no one dares to explain it clearly.

The reason is nothing else, just because the other party is a prince and the heir to the Qin royal family.

But he doesn't have to worry about so many things. It's so common for people to die in the Dragon Gate Competition.

The senior sister’s surname must be recovered, and the senior brother’s revenge must be revenged.

The two of them looked at each other and fought against each other, as if two sharp swords were fighting in mid-air, which was extremely terrifying.

Such a scene made people mutter in their hearts, and they might have a fight sooner or later. Before, no one thought Lin Yun would threaten Qin Yu, but now the young master died at his hands all night, as if everything was

It's possible.

"Overbial ability."

Qin Yu's mouth curled up slightly, and he sneered in his heart.

If Lin Yun really felt that he would be qualified to fight with him if he killed Young Master Ye, he would be a little too naive.

The battle between the different groups continues.

However, Young Master Ye's sudden defeat made people shocked in his heart for a while.

The faces of the elders of Yunxiao Jian Pavilion were completely dark.

Luo Yuhang and Young Master Ye all died under Lin Yun's sword, as if they were cursed. Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is Lingxiao Sword Pavilion after all. Lingxiao Sword Pavilion does not fall, Yunxiao Sword Pavilion will never stand out.

"In the 11th battle, Master Shuiyue of Demon Moon Villa will face Su Yan against Xuantian Sect!"

Young Master Shuiyue, the only woman among the Eight Masters, her sword is as cold as the moon and as ethereal as the clouds. Her sword technique, reached its peak and rarely failed many years ago.

Young Master Shuiyue on the battlefield had a pretty face, but when she released her sword force, her temperament suddenly changed drastically.

It seemed as if there was endless cold wind rolling out from her body. She did not use the Yanyun Sword that she relied on for fame. Instead, she crushed her opponent with her sharp and domineering sword force and did not give the other party any chance to breathe.

The sharp sword is completely unlike a woman who can use it.

There was no suspense in the battle situation. In less than ten moves, Su Yan got into many swords and was forced to admit defeat.

The enthusiasm for winning was neat and there was no drag on the slightest.

In this Longmen Competition, Xuantian Sect performed significantly poorly, and was much worse than the dazzling results of the previous year.

This made people feel a lot of suspicion, but Lingxiao Jiange quietly created two dark horses.

But when Mr. Yun Zhen came on stage, when he killed his opponent with three moves with Dragon and Tiger Fist, the scene was silent.

Many people thought to themselves that the Xuantian Sect was a little unbearable. Young Master Yun Zhen would not show any more strength, so the elders of the sect would definitely be anxious.

"The thirteenth battle, Ye Feng of Lingxiao Jiange, fight against the Baibeast Sect and seal the wilderness!"

Hearing Princess Fenghua's voice, Luo Feng whispered: "Be careful Ye Feng, this Feng Ye should not underestimate him."

He was in a good mood. Bai Lixuan and Lin Yun were both successfully promoted to the top 16, especially Lin Yun, who even killed his arch-rival Young Master Ye from Yunxiao Jian Pavilion.

If Ye Feng can enter the top 16 again, then Lingxiao Jiange will be quite complete in this Longmen Competition.

"Don't worry, I will win this battle."

Ye Feng was filled with anger, and even Lin Yun who was not optimistic about him killed Mr. Ye.

If he can't defeat his opponent in this battle, he will feel a little embarrassed.

However, he was full of confidence and thought that the cultivation level of the half-step Zifu was enough to crush this barbarian.

"Lingxiao Jiange, the momentum is strong enough. I wonder what your level is, you guy?"

On the battle stage, Feng Ye, who was tall and burly, grinned at Ye Feng, and was full of fighting spirit.

Ye Feng said lightly: "Can you know if you come and try it?"

"Hehe, just try it."

Feng Ye laughed wildly, but before he could take a step, he saw a sharp sword light coming over.

But it was Ye Feng who said that he asked the other party to try the move, but he took the lead and killed him unexpectedly.

Although it is a bit cunning, the Longmen Competition only judges heroes by success or failure. The winners are kings and princes and losers are bandits. As long as they can win, everything is just a means.

boom!

When Ye Feng bullied himself, the long sword in his hand suddenly danced like a long whip, and for a moment it turned into a sword shadow all over the sky and fell towards the Fengye Pao.

"You guy!"

Feng Ye cursed, and a irritable green light appeared on his body, completely covering himself and forcibly endured the other party's sword light.

Then he clenched his fists and thrust out with great force.

Each punch contained terrifying and amazing explosive power, making a loud bang, shaking the battle platform trembled continuously. But although his punch was powerful, it could not hit the target.

The other party's body.

In the air, the violent fluctuations of the fist light explosion and the storm of the sword light fluctuated continuously.

"This barbarian is so thick-skinned!"

Ye Feng in the air frowned slightly, and he didn't expect Feng Ye's physical defense to be so amazing. His sword light slashed up, as if it was landing on a barren mountain made of metal, buzzing and it was difficult to hurt the other party.

"Hey, I've caught you."

While thinking, Feng Ye, who was shrouded in the green light, grinned and punched him.

This punch burst out with an unparalleled power, violent and violent. The energy locked Ye Feng tightly and no longer gave him a chance to avoid it.

The barbarian is a barbarian, I can’t tell. Is this a flaw I deliberately exposed?

Ye Feng sneered in his heart. He was worried that he could not break through the opponent's defense, and all he was waiting for was the opponent's desperate bets.
To be continued...