The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 1714: The snow flower will never wither 0!

　　 Chapter 1714

　　 won!

　　 Many people did not expect this result. It seemed that the unremarkable Zhao Yan defeated Cheng Xiong.

　　Especially the last sword, many people didn't understand it.

　　 Under the hat, Lin Yun nodded, and he did not miss him.

　　 "It's interesting..."

　　Ji Lingfeng and other holy land evildoers, seeing this sword, it also shines.

　　 "Jianzong Zhao Yan, I have accepted it."

　　 Zhao Yan defeated his opponent, but had no intention of ending, he looked around and said: "Who else, would like to fight Zhao Mou."

　　 "I will meet you, Ghost Yunzong Yuan Hao!"

　　He is in his thirties, with a strong build and sharp eyes. He is Cheng Xiong's big brother.

　　"Please advise!"

　　Zhao Yan still doesn't talk nonsense, holding a sword in his right hand and saluting.

　　唰!

　　 Yuan Hao stood up, a huge ghost appeared behind him, and then raised his hand to suppress Zhao Yan.

　　 Behind him, the ghost raised his huge hand and pressed it down with a palm.

　　 Before the palm light fell, there was a huge shadow covering the sky, and the thunder and blood battle platform trembled.

　　 "Thirty-six days!"

　　 Zhao Yan swung a sword, and his originally dull and dull eyes became sharp and wanton.

　　噗呲!

　　 Thirty-six swords light directly tore the ghost giant palm to pieces, and then turned into a huge sky word and pressed it over.

　　God is in the sky, I am swordsman!

　　 At the same time, the sword intent of the gods ran away, making this ancient sky word even more terrifying.

　　 Yuan Hao frowned slightly, his body shape changed, and he kicked it directly.

　　bang!

　　 The ghost shadow behind him is like a mountain, kicking on the sky, bang, loud noise, as if a layer of sky is shattered.

　　"Di 72!"

　　 Zhao Yan didn't wait for the other party to kick his breath, lifted his sword to kill, and the sword light kept falling.

　　 After seventy-two swords, the ground gravity continued to stack, and Yuan Hao's originally ghostly body became difficult to move.

　　Especially the terrifying and huge ghost, which is extremely rigid, as if sinking in a quagmire.

　　"Heaven and earth follow your heart!"

　　 After dozens of moves, Zhao Yan turned around and took a sword, overlapping the two words of heaven and earth.

　　bang!

　　 The universe is upside down, the world is reversed, and the void is constantly twisted, but the sword in his hand pierced the void like a fright.

　　 Under the blessing of these many visions, I was invincible, and layers of ghosts were constantly torn apart.

After 　　 a hundred moves, Yuan Hao gradually lost support, his cultivation base was much higher than Cheng Xiong. Only Zhao Yan, with seven layers of dragon veins, should be defeated in one face, but after a long battle, he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

　　"Xiaoyao Nine Swords, this is the swordsmanship for funeral playboy!"

　　 "Who is this person?"

　　"An unknown person who only knows how to bury the **** will force Yuan Hao to be so embarrassed. If the **** himself is here, what kind of style it would be!"

　　"This person is not simple, his Xiaoyao Nine Swords seem to be larger, slightly different from the Xiaoyao Nine Swords played by the funeral boy."

　　 Soon, everyone recognized Zhao Yan's swordsmanship, and their expressions were extremely surprised.

　　 After Lin Yun became famous in the first battle, many deeds about him have been preached.

　　 The swordsmanship he practiced was also spread out.

　　 He is known as a rare swordsman in a thousand years. Many swordsmen are studying his swordsmanship. Lin Yun has also used Xiaoyao Nine Swords many times, so everyone is not very strange.

　　 Lin Yun heard the sound of discussion from the four parties, and said a fluke in his heart.

　　 Fortunately, he has always been very cautious. As Lin Xiao, he has never used Xiaoyao Nine Swords.

　　 But this Zhao Yan is really good. At first, he only passed it to Sijian, but he didn't expect to cultivate to such a realm.

　　 is Zhao Yan!

　　 Change to any other person, without the guidance of Master Yaoguang, it is almost impossible to master these four swords.

　　 had to find a way to hand over the next five swords to him, Lin Yun said inwardly.

　　 At the beginning, he could only use the first four swords, so he didn't teach the next five swords. It would be a waste not to practice the next five swords with Zhao Yan's talent.

　　 "Fail!"

　　 Zhao Yan became more and more courageous in the battle. After the swordsmanship was deployed, the sword power opened and closed. Invisible, he actually made his kendo attainments to a higher level.

　　bang!

　　 Yuan Hao spit out blood and took a full five steps before he could barely stand firm.

　　 Zhao Yan stood with a sword and raised his head and said: "You have lost."

　　"Okay, Yuan Hao, let's go down."

　　 Qiu Shan Jun saw Yuan Hao not convinced, and he wanted to fight fiercely, so he announced the result directly.

　　 Yuan Hao's face is dull, but he can continue to fight, his chances of winning are still not great.

　　As long as there is no way to deal with swordsmanship, Zhao Yan is almost invincible. This guy is too difficult to deal with.

　　Zhao Yan didn't end, he shot one after another, and he fought six games in a row.

　　 Six wins!

　　His ranking on the dragon list soared all the way, directly reaching within a thousand, shocking the audience.

　　 After the sixth round is still won, the audience is almost boiling, this is a real fame.

　　The evildoers in the holy places also had to face it.

　　 "This sword technique is really powerful, I haven't even figured out how to crack it." The Qingshuang of the Four Young Masters wrinkled his brow slightly and said in a soft voice.

　　 "I would like to see how elegant this sword can be in the hands of Playboy Burial." Qiu Shan-kun laughed softly.

　　 Several people nodded. The funeral of the **** is really legendary.

　　 Mingming is no longer in the arena, but there is still a legend about him, and even this martial arts tea party cannot avoid talking about him.

　　 faintly, there is already a shocking taste of the top three swords, even more than that.

　　 But fortunately, such a person chose a dead end for himself.

　　 For at least ten years, he will never show up, and there are even rumors that he has fallen.

　　 "Sword Sect will not be alone with you? That would be too boring. I will meet you."

　　 Just then, a figure stood up.

　　 When many eyes followed the sound, they all took a breath, and there was a little shock in their eyes.

　　Two hundred on the Dragon List, Ming Zongyanxiao!

　　 Finally there is a holy land leader who wants to take action, but the rankings are quite different, which is really bullying.

　　 "Zhao Yan, let me come!"

　　 Amidst everyone's surprise, Ye Ziling stood up. She was heroic and frosty.

　　 She wants everyone to change their views on Jianzong, Jianzong is no longer the Jianzong back then, even if there is no Jian Shaotian, without Junior Brother Lin Yun, there are still people who can stand up.

　　 Even if it is a holy land evildoer, a disciple of the Sword Sect, they can fight for the edge!

　　 "So beautiful!"

　　"Jianzong still has such beauties, incredible......"

　　 "It doesn't make much sense to look good. The martial arts tea talk will look at the strength, not the beauty pageant."

　　 "She is very confident, is she better than Zhao Yan? I don't believe it!"

　　 But the moment Ye Ziling appeared, almost everyone was attracted by her appearance, and then their eyes fixed on her slender beautiful legs.

　　 These are a pair of slender, white legs, beautiful and round, Ye Ziling's legs are of perfect length, even if they are not deliberately displayed, it is difficult to look away.

　　 Even Ji Lingfeng, Fourth Young Master and others in the evil spirits of the Holy Land couldn't help but look at them, and their eyes were amazing.

　　"Is she Ye Ziling? There is no shortage of beautiful women beside Brother Yun." Yue Weiwei looked at Ye Ziling and laughed softly.

　　 Lin Yun told her about the same door, Yue Weiwei had some impression of Ye Ziling, and she was surprised when she saw the real person.

　　 Especially those beautiful legs, even she is a little jealous.

　　 Lin Yun said: "It's her, she is my brother's daughter."

　　 Yue Weiwei nodded, but she knew the relationship between Lin Yun and Ye Ziling, and she was quite curious about Ye Ziling.

　　 "What I like is the funeral boy, what does it have to do with your Lin Yun. She said it, hehe, I really like the character of this sister." Yue Weiwei narrowed her eyes, very cute.

　　 Under the hat, Lin Yun smiled, Ye Ziling's words really shocked him for a long time.

　　 Zhao Yan saw Ye Ziling step forward, nodded, retracted his sword, and retired.

　　 When everyone's eyes were attracted by Ye Ziling, they just retired silently. After sitting down, their eyes became dull and absent again.

　　 is in sharp contrast with the sharpness on the stage just now.

　　 "Why is a woman here?"

　　 Ming Zong Yanxiao raised his brows and smiled: "I, Yanxiao, don’t have the habit of hitting women. Let’s change another person, or wait for Zhao Yan to rest and I will fight him again. Yanmou is not very interested in Jianzong. I just want to see Xiaoyao Nine Swords, the funeral of the playboy."

　　 Ye Ziling said lightly: "If Junior Brother is really here, I'm afraid you won't have the guts to say this."

　　 Yan Xiao felt contemptuous in her words, and snorted coldly: "You might look at him too highly. If he is really here, let alone the top ten on the list, the top 100 He may not have his place."

　　 "Don't believe it? Then I will play with you!"

　　 Yan Xiao actually sneered at the funeral boy a little bit, and wanted to defeat Zhao Yan to prove that the other party's Xiaoyao Nine Swords were nothing more than that.

　　 I didn't expect a Ye Ziling to pop up. It's okay to defeat the opponent first, and then force Zhao Yan to shoot.

　　"The light of God is extinguished!"

　　 Yan Xiao blasted out with a punch, violent and hot air waves, forming a blazing turbulence~IndoMTL.com~The turbulence was shining with dazzling light, and in the middle of the turbulence, a fist light Then it pierced the void like a divine light, and screamed.

　　 Boom!

　　 The holy blood infested on the battle platform was ignited by this scorching air current and burned directly.

　　 In the light of the fire, Yan Xiao's expression is cold, and a golden mark blooms on the center of his eyebrows, shining like the sun.

　　 is so strong!

　　 Everyone was shocked. It was indeed a holy land evildoer. This shot immediately opened the gap with others.

　　 The thundercloud, which has remained constant throughout the year, has been diluted a lot under this fist.

　　, this Sword Sect woman, is afraid that she will lose her with one move?

　　 Many people looked at Ye Ziling with regret.

　　 was unexpected. Faced with this punch, Ye Ziling didn't retreat and straightened out the sheath, a sword light split from bottom to top.

　　Roar!

　　 The moment the sword light unsheathed, the dragon yin violently rose, and the sword seemed to split the world.

　　 The boundless heavy snow fell, and the lightning flashed, the sword light condensed into a shadow of the dragon, not only chopped the fist to pieces, but the entrapped shock wave shook Yan Xiao directly.

　　 In the vast snow, Ye Ziling proudly stood on the battle platform infested by the Holy Blood, and in her eyes there were purple petals blooming, aloof and cold.

　　

　　 Snow Yaohua, never withered!

　　 [Chapter 3 arrived, and I haven't written about Ye Ziling for a long time. In fact, it is difficult for her to write. I have been unable to grasp the shining points of her character. But she is a character I admire especially, just like a girl who can live a good life alone in reality, she is self-clean, independent and confident. 】