Chapter 465

The wind was strong, and defeated Yun Zhen with one palm.

On the King's Battle Stage, the young Lin Yun pointed his sword at Qin Yu!

On the road to hell, three people were defeated in a row, and the young man walked along the way, which was a miracle.

Without anyone's opinion, Lin Yun cut the bright moon in half with one sword and easily took Si Xueyi. Then, with Tian Shuyun, he defeated Tianlei Po, who could kill the purple palace in everyone's hearts, and then Lin Yun

Defeat Yun Zhen with one palm.

Except for miracles, everything in front of you cannot be explained.

But who knows the bitterness Lin Yun has given for this, and who can understand the pressure he has been carrying?

There are no bold words, no heroic words, only sword, only one sword, pointing calmly at Qin Yu.

He waited for too long this day, at this moment!

When Brother Xinjue's death is about to be broken, even if he is in hell, he has to crawl out step by step with blood all over his body.

Tell the world, tell the world that today's Longmen competition, Lin Yun is only the first one.

The black hair is like a waterfall, and blood stains the clothes.

On the King's Battle Stage, Lin Yun's eyes had never been so hot. All the anger and unwillingness to burst into crazy outbreaks in his heart, and the spirit of fighting was condensed in his eyes.

"What did this boy experience in his eyes?"

"It's scary. I haven't seen the fighting spirit in this look in my life. He is definitely not Cheng Qiang. He made up his mind to win the first place from the beginning!"

"Maybe it's because of the promise. It's rumored that Xin Jue agreed to the other party's promise before he died."

"Is Xin Jue? Is that swordsman who has realized the complete innate sword intent before he dies?"

"Ruo Xinjue is still here, and I'm sure he'll be very happy to see Lin Yun reach this point."

At this moment, everyone in the audience was infected by the fighting spirit of the boy, and there was a slight wavering in the precedent that the so-called road to hell could never succeed.

It makes people want to support this teenager.

Since you have made a comeback all the way, you can go further there and truly create your own opportunities.

But, can Lin Yun really defeat Qin Yu?

At this moment, Qin Yu, who was on the Purple Blue Throne, showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth and could not take a step forward.

Whoosh!

He took a step forward, and the next moment, he appeared on the ruined King's Battle Stage.

The turbulent fighting spirit on his body also burned completely at this moment. Looking at Lin Yun in front of him, his blood was excited.

While you are at the top of the list, you can step on the person you want to kill the most and step on your own hands.

With such a wonderful picture, Qin Yu would tremble with excitement after thinking about it for a moment.

"It's really not easy. I didn't expect that you would fight to such a situation in order to fight with me. The palm just now should be the ancient martial arts harvested in the Demon Lotus Secret Realm, but can you use it again?"

Looking at Lin Yun with scars on his body, Qin Yu sneered.

"You can try it."

Lin Yun’s calm way.

"Based on your current state, it's not worth my full try. I'll take my three palms first."

Qin Yu looked down upon, sneered, and said softly: "Three palms, after three palms, if you are not dead yet, I will give you this qualification to fight me."

Arrogant!

Everyone felt a hint of arrogance that was so crazy that they were in the bones in Qin Yu's words. Even though Lin Yun had already lost three people in a row, it was still worthless in his eyes.

Everything was quiet at the scene.

There were countless spectators who dared to laugh at his arrogance.

Just because he is Qin Yu, Feiyu's son Qin Yu.

His strength is unbearable. Three years ago, he competed with Liu Shang for the top spot and lost to the other party with only one move.

Three years later, no one knows how strong his strength is.

"In the last battle, Lin Yun vs. Young Master Feiyu!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Qin

Yu stretched out his palm and slapped it out casually.

It was an ordinary, simple and casual palm, but after this palm was pushed out, a terrifying aura burst out in an instant.

On the dilapidated ground, endless dust suddenly rolled up, and then a huge palm with true energy condensed together appeared out of thin air, emitting a scorching and violent aura.

When this giant palm appeared out of thin air, many people in Longmen Square changed their faces.

The aura contained in the palm of the palm was so amazing. The leader of the Xuanwu Realm had no reason to fear and tremble all over his body. Only the strong man in the Zifu Realm could calmly look at it.

Lin Yun's pupils shrank suddenly, and the Burial Flower Sword slashed out without hesitation.

"Shuiyue Sword Technique, the Light of the Bright Moon!"

The Zi Yuan Sword Technique is used with all its strength, and in one breath, all the seventy-two petals bloom.

Before, the bright moon light shining brightly bloomed again with the moment. The majestic bright moon light condensed into a purple sword light, and instantly collided with the giant palm.

Rumble!

The void shivered, and the terrible aftermath was crazy and confused.

But the next moment, bang! The purple sword light, which was as bright as the moon, collapsed.

Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and he could only cross the sword to block the palm light that continued to surge.

Amid the shocking sound, the shattered moonlight and the broken sword light fell on this king's battle platform like heavy snow.

Lin Yun retreated in anger, retreating to the edge of the King's Battle Platform before he took a firm foothold.

But his face turned pale like never before, and there was no blood.

"It's too weak. This prince has only used less than 30% of his strength. Lin Yun, are you so vulnerable?"

The wind was surging and the aftermath was stirring. Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled, and looked at Lin Yun and said softly.

Less than 30%!

Qin Yu's words immediately shocked everyone in Longmen Square.

How could it be that a palm with less than 30% of its strength had already made Lin Yun so embarrassed?

How terrible is Qin Yu?

Lin Yun's face was solemn, his opponent was even more terrifying than he had imagined. The sword just now had already given his all.

Although it is not the peak at the moment, the sword is not broken, and the power of Zi Yuan’s sword technique is absolutely not low when it is fully activated.

Is it because of the Earth-level martial arts?

"Come on again, how much strength will I have in this palm?"

Without Lin Yun thinking too much, Qin Yu smiled lightly, with an excited light flashing in his eyes. Very good, what he wants is the feeling he feels now.

Slowly torture, take it slowly.

Rumble!

Without any warning, sand and stones suddenly flew in front of Lin Yun, and the heat waves were surging. It was also a giant hand, like a roar of a dragon, but it was even more solid and cruel.

The scorching air waves seemed to be filled with the temperature of the entire Longmen Square.

The terrible aura, Gaia's entire audience, the world, was completely silent under this palm, without any sound.

There is nothing else except the scorching and cruel palm light.

Lin Yun's face showed unprecedented solemnity. Feeling the scorching air gradually coming, the burial flower sword in his hand trembled.

The next moment, dazzling light burst out from the Burial Flower Sword.

This sword, this Xuan soldier, who was infinitely close to the treasure, was activated to the extreme by Lin Yun, and then stabbed out fiercely.

Shuiyue sword technique, frost and cold thousands of miles.

The Shuiyue Sword Technique is extremely yin and cold, and is extremely arrogant. It has been cultivated to the realm of transformation in Lin Yun's hands. The powerful killer move is far beyond the imagination of people.

This sword is frost-cold for thousands of miles, and can freeze everything within your eyes.

The gorgeous sword light swept away with the sword force that was extremely yin and cold.

A flash of frost spread rapidly on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the sword passed as if the air condensed into ice.

The palm light that rushed towards him also solidified in an instant.

Success?

Everyone raised their eyebrows, but before they could show their joy, they heard a crisp sound, clicking. The sword shaking the palm light was instantly broken, and the cruel and solid palm light culled over in a more fierce way.
To be continued...