The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 301: 5 Brawls

Chapter 381

　　 Hunyuan Sect, Demon Flame Sect, Blood Bone Sect and Qijue Fort, the four sects joined forces to force each other, making the situation very tense.

　　 Wen Yanbo coldly, with his own strong cultivation base, oppressed, and asked: "Lin Yun, you dare to kill my core disciple of the sect, dare you dare to recognize it?"

　　"It's also interesting, aren't these three wastes sent by your Hunyuan sect to kill me? Are you weird to die in my hands?"

　　 Lin Yun looked indifferent and said lightly.

　　 Such an unhurried, almost mocking tone made Wen Yanbo's expression black immediately.

　　"Your grievances with other sects, I am too lazy to ask, if you don’t hand over Jing Jue’s storage bag today, don’t want to get out of this solitary wasteland."

　　 The Great Elder of Qijuebao, his eyes filled with killing, staring at Lin Yun.

　　"And the Universe Yin and Yang Pill of Baiyue of my Demon Flame Sect!"

　　"My blood-skeletal gate is admired for Xiuhan, and you have to make up for the loss before entering the palace. Otherwise, I will let you kid, taste the 108 punishments of my blood-skeletal gate, so that you cannot survive , Please die!"

　　The three sects were arrogant and named, asking Lin Yun to spit out the harvest in the palace.

　　 "Brilliant! My disciple of the High Peak sword pavilion, when is it your turn to point out!"

　　Elder Luo Feng, with a majestic sword intent, stood in front of him with a sharp edge.

　　 Wen Yanbo's eyes rolled around, and he sneered in his heart, if only his Hunyuanmen family made trouble. Today, I really can't help this high sword pavilion, but this kid has offended too many people, and instead gave him a chance.

　　 immediately said with a negative smile: "Everyone, why bother with this old ghost, this kid is in the sword pavilion's treasure. It must be on his body, just take him away. If the Lingxiao sword pavilion is not respectful, My four sects joined forces and destroyed them on the spot!"

　　 "Those who want to take away my Lingxiao sword pavilion, I'm afraid you don't have this ability."

　　 An anger flashed across the face of the elder holding the sword in the camp, holding the sword of Xiaoyun, and strode out.

　　"Is it so emboldened, it turns out that there is an elder holding the sword here, and the prestige of the elder holding the sword is a joint effort of seven people. Only you are present, the old man is not afraid of you!"

　　 The Great Elder of Qijuebao coldly snorted, his five fingers slammed open, and a powerful suction surged.

　　 The heavy snow fluttering in the sky, in front of the suction power of his true essence, instantly rolled frantically, wanting to catch Lin Yun with him.

　　 Lin Yun had been wary for a long time, and the moment the opponent's five fingers had just opened, the condensed sword intent burst out all over his body.

　　In the roar of the dragons and tigers, he raised his hand with a punch and shattered the opponent's majestic suction.

　　 Even if this old man has a high level of cultivation, he can think of pulling Lin Yun over ten meters away, and he would be too small for him.

　　"This kid is really alert."

　　 The eyes of the Great Elder of Qijuebao flashed with irritation, and Lin Yun's true essence was agitated, who wanted to control you more violently.

　　 "Looking for death!"

　　The elder holding the sword raised his eyebrows, almost unable to see how he made the move, so a sword light shot towards the elder of the Qijue Fort.

　　"Xiaoyunjian!"

　　 Qijuebao's grand elder's face changed slightly, and he had to avoid it.

　　嘭!

　　He flashed fast enough, but the other elders and disciples of Qijuebao behind him suffered several deaths and injuries under this sword.

　　"Go together!"

　　 Wen Yanbo saw this and knew that the opportunity was here.

　　 screamed wildly, the power of the ancient dragon was spread all over the body, leading a group of elders to fall and kill.

　　"Yanyun Fist, the fire burns the sky!"

　　The power of the dragon elephant is burning, and it is also the Yanyun Fist, which can be in Wen Yanbo's hands. The power was several times greater than Zhang Yan, and more than a dozen elders shot at the same time with him, all of which were Yan Yunquan.

　　 After a while, the raging fire became one piece, and the flames in the sky condensed into a huge and terrifying beast. With the momentum of burning the sky, it fell towards the elder holding the sword.

　　 Endless fire, as if falling from the sky, this scene is extremely shocking.

　　 Obviously, Wen Yanbo had been prepared long ago, otherwise the cooperation with other elders would definitely not reach such a perfect level.

　　 Lingxiao sword technique, the sword shatters Lingyun!

　　's majestic sword power, rising from the fire, the bright sword light, like a rising sun, crushes the burning dragon with the power of the dragon.

　　 "Small bugs!"

　　The elder holding the sword held the Xiaoyun sword, standing proudly, and the sword body trembled.

The terrifying power of the 　　 Xiaoyun Sword changed the expressions of the four elders present.

　　The power of a sword broke the joint blow of ten elders.

　　 "Xiao Yun Jian, it is well-deserved, there is no need to talk nonsense with this old guy. Let's go together, catch Lin Yun alive!"

　　 The sharp-eyed Cloud Sword is so powerful that the great elder of the Qijue Fort does not mean to shrink at all.

　　The sect that wandered outside the territory of the empire was no different from the bandits, and it was almost cultivating.

　　 If you don't **** Lin Yun's storage bag, this group of people will never give up.

　　 "Do it!"

　　 The Demon Flame Sect and the people of the Blood Bone Sect have long been unable to help themselves. Seeing Qijuebao taking the lead, I no longer have the slightest hesitation.

　　 "Sword out!"

　　 Elder Luo Feng gave a cold snort and took the lead in drawing his sword. For a while, the sound of long swords unsheathed on the snowy and lonely wasteland, and the sound of the sword was unsheathed.

　　 Up and down the sword pavilion, regardless of the elders and disciples, there is not much fear.

　　"After all, the battle started."

　　"If the Lingxiao sword pavilion is willing to compromise, it will not be the Lingxiao sword pavilion. I am afraid that all of them are killed in the battle, and they will not give in half a step."

　　"This Hunyuan Sect is also too much. Those evil cultivators have no shame, and an imperial sect is so shameless."

　　"It’s no wonder that I have not been able to beat the Lingxiao sword pavilion all these years. It seems that there is no reason."

　　"However, the Lingxiao sword pavilion is still a bit awkward. With the combination of the four sects, the difference in strength is too big. Lin Yun can only be blamed for the limelight and too many jealous people."

　　 "Yes, although there have been battles at the end of the secret realm in the past, it must be the first time for the five sects to fight in chaos."

　　On the Silent Wasteland, the other sect elders looked a little bit angry, but there were not many surprises.

　　 Under the heavy treasure, after the warrior will go out greatly, why not the sect?

　　 What's more, Lin Yun climbed the tenth floor to create a legend. The abundance he got, I'm afraid that it is far beyond what everyone thinks, it is inevitable that it will be exciting.

　　 This time, at the High Peak sword pavilion, a total of 18 elders from the Purple Mansion, 48 deacons from the half-step Zi Mansion realm, and one hundred elites from the top ranks led by Xin Jue.

　　The strength lineup is not strong, but compared with the four teamed together, it is obviously not enough.

　　If there weren't the elders holding swords here, the power balance would be even greater.

　　 There was a breath of energy up and down the sword pavilion, and no one flinched in this desperate situation. No matter what contradictions are between each other on weekdays, at this moment, the top and the bottom are united, and the same hatred.

　　"Jiangaku disciple, where is it? End!"

　　 Amidst the thunder and explosion, Xin Jue's hair spread out, amidst the heavy snow, a sword pointed at the sky.

　　 The sword light condenses into a lightning-like shock, dazzling and dazzling.

　　"Yes!"

　　After a while, the elite disciples of the rankings flocked to Xinjue.

　　 Five sects went to war, and nearly a hundred masters of the purple mansion stage fought. The true essence roared, the sword glow raged, all kinds of killer moves, collided in midair, the scene was extremely shocking.

　　 In the depths of Lin Yun, blood was boiling, and he couldn't help thinking of seeing a scene on the eighth floor.

　　咻!

　　 Without waiting for him to take action, a cold, bloodthirsty wind hit, and I saw Mu Xiuhan holding a sword, looking at him indifferently: "Not only will you die today, but the elders and disciples of the High Sword Pavilion will also To bury you, go to **** and repent."

The voice of 　　 fell, and his face was fierce, and he swooped in.

　　嘭!

　　 Before he landed, his blood-colored sword glow turned into shocking waves in mid-air. Amidst the messy snowflakes, the astounding sword glow is just like the essence.

　　My sword, the glory will last forever.

　　 The moment when he held the funeral sword, Lin Yun remembered this sentence for no reason, raised his eyebrows, and drew the sword out of its sheath.

　　 Break!

　　 Shuiyue sword power radiated waves from him, and under the blessing of half a step of the innate sword intent, a sword smashed the **** sword light falling in the air.

　　 "Grow a lot? But I still have to die!"

　　 Mu Xiuhan grinned, and the person stabbed ninety-nine-eighty-one swords in mid-air. Each sword contained a bright red evil spirit, and the fishy aura was filled with many resentments, which was very terrifying.

　　 "The big waves are huge!"

　　The simple and slender blade of the burial foil, under the perfusion of true essence, is full of cold light, gleaming, like a dream. Lin Yun flicked his wrist, and his sword power filled the sky, condensed into waves on the flat ground, rising into the sky.

　　 A touch of sharp sword light, straight away, stirring the wind and snow all over the sky. When the sword light condensed, it finally converged into a monstrous wave, swept countless snowflakes into it, and faced the sword shadow that was overwhelming in the sky.

　　 Boom!

　　The snowflakes shattered, the shadow of the sword dissipated, and a strange color flashed in Mu Xiuhan's eyes in mid-air. His ultimate move in his heyday, in the hands of the opponent, was so understatement that it was broken.

　　 Holding a burial sword, the sword intent on Lin Yun's body is like a red plum standing proudly in this heavy snow.

　　 tap the toes on the ground, he dances like a red plum, and rises like smoke. The seemingly light figure, but hidden, no one can ignore the edge and arrogance.

　　噗呲!

　　 In midair, Mu Xiuhan, who had already retreated wildly, still didn't completely avoid this sword. The right shoulder was stabbed and blood splashed.

　　"You are nothing more than that~IndoMTL.com~ Lin Yun landed and said calmly.

　　 "Those who are about to die, dare to be so arrogant!"

　　嗖!

　　 Two figures, turned into a gust of wind, fell by Mu Xiuhan's side, but they were Jing Jue and Bai Yue who got rid of the deacon of Jiange.

　　 Both of them were defeated in the hands of Lin Yun in the Black Lotus Palace, but they are now promoted to the Xuanwu Tenth Layer.

　　 is not afraid of Lin Yun at all, and has a serious intention of killing, just want to wash away the shame in the Black Lotus Palace.

　　 "Don't underestimate the enemy, this man has a weird sword intent."

　　 Mu Xiuhan glanced, and said coldly on the wound on his right shoulder. Fortunately, he flashed fast enough, if not, the sword would penetrate directly.

　　 "Let's go together, his storage bag, the three of us are equally divided."

　　 Jing Jue said faintly, Wuzong Chaos, he only cared about the treasured sword in Lin Yun's storage bag that should have belonged to him.

　　 It doesn’t matter who you team up with.

　　 "Just to my liking."

　　Baiyue licked his chapped lips, showing a rather hideous smile on his face.

　　 "Are you even split? Not bad."

　　 Mu Xiuhan thought for a while, nodded in agreement, greedy flashes in his eyes.

　　 He didn't enter the palace and got nothing. If Lin Yun's storage bag can be divided equally, it will undoubtedly be a huge gain.

　　 "I hope you don't regret it."

　　 The look in Lin Yun's eyes was a cold, burial sword in his hand. It seemed that he felt the killing intent in his heart, trembling and cold light.

　　 did not wait for the three to take action.

　　 In the wind and snow, the young man dressed in a blue shirt and holding a long sword, rushed toward the three of them first.