The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 340: Toast 1 glass of wine

Chapter Three Hundred and Fortieth

The cloud breaks through the moon, and the night is no longer dark.

One sword comes out, two moons compete for glory, one round in the sky, one round in the water, just because of the sword in Lin Yun's hand.

Under the continuous offensive of Shuiyue swordsmanship, Yue Qing and Zuo Yun were already somewhat reluctant to deal with them. When the two moons contend for the glory of this trick, the two were defeated on the spot, and there was no more power to fight.

But Qiongtai Hall, the elders of the sects are even more shocking, the sword intent that followed the explosion of the two-month battle.

The sword intent is dusty between heaven and earth, ethereal and agile, not stained with dust, a trace of transparency, clear and clear, and it is clearly infinitely close to the innate sword intent.

"It turned out to be him."

The bald elder of Xuan Tianzong, his face was dumbfounded, and he sat down with a look of despair in his eyes.

The sword intent that alarmed half of the princess's mansion last night has long been forgotten by people with the fierce competition.

It's like a dream, just a passing moment.

But right now, the sword intent floating on Lin Yun's body, hundreds of handles are inserted on the jade ground, like a sword worshiping the king. Without exception, they all show that what happened last night is not illusory, it is true, and it is fake!

"Damn, why is this kid, how is this possible!"

Hunyuanmen Wenyan's angry face turned black, and he seemed uncomfortable to speak.

Before, he let out wild words, waiting for the banquet to discuss, he would step on the Lingxiao sword pavilion fiercely under his feet, so that his face was lost. But right now, first was Xin Jue, thunder and Yao Shi, and then Lin Yun defeated his opponents successively.

Nowadays, even one enemy and two have been able to win a big victory, and the rising trend is unstoppable.

The prestige of the High Peak sword pavilion, I am afraid that not only will it not be damaged, but it will rise, and no one dares to desecrate.

After today, the name Lin Yun will definitely spread throughout Daqin, and no one knows it.

In this round of confrontation, Hunyuanmen suffered a big defeat, a complete defeat!

Elder Luo Feng of Jiange, stunned. When he woke up, his eyes were full of ecstasy. He smiled and said: "This kid, the old man who concealed it is so bitter. I knew it was him. Why did I do this for Princess Fenghua's banquet? Uneasy."

Xinyan smiled and groaned, her eyes full of doting: "Hehe, even if you tell me, you won’t believe it. But our younger brother is really getting better and better."

"Also."

Luo Feng smiled and sighed, relieved, when he remembered that he had buried Lin Yun's Shuiyue swordsmanship before.

Tang Tong smiled bitterly: "If there is no comparison, there will be no harm. The same is the Shuiyue swordsmanship. Compared with the younger brother, I really can't see it."

At the beginning, in the Xuanwu Palace, the sword technique he chose with Lin Yun.

At the beginning, he had persuaded Lin Yun, but he really didn't expect that the Shuiyue sword could wield such power in Lin Yun's hands.

The Lingxiao sword pavilion went up and down, and their faces were full of joy. The faces of the elders and disciples of the other sects looked a little ugly, lamenting again and again.

"Although this sword intent is not the real innate sword intent, Lin Yun is so young, three years later, he may not be able to fully grasp the innate sword intent."

"The evildoer is the evildoer. After today, I am afraid that no one can stop him from rising."

"First Baiyu, and then Cao Jie, Zuo Yun and Yue Qing are all defeated by his sword now. With this kind of light, the limelight is flourishing, and the Lingxiao sword pavilion does not know how happy it is." /

The Quartet sighed lightly. In addition to admiration and awe, there was a hint of jealousy in the eyes of Lin Yun.

In the Shence Camp, Liu Yue's cold face was not shiny, and she didn't want to say a word.

I have a headache, staring at Lin Yun, full of helplessness.

The most helpless thing in the world, I am afraid there is nothing more than this. But the person you hate, not only shows no signs of bad luck, but dazzles, but you can only watch him rise step by step.

Is this guy the nemesis I hit?

Liu Yue thought angrily in her heart, since meeting Lin Yun, everything related to him will encounter all sorts of dissatisfaction.

"Jiange Lin Yun won this battle."

The misty and cold voice came from Princess Fenghua on the stage.

Yue Qing's face looked a little ugly. Without a word, he carried the silver spear and walked back.

Zuo Yun wiped away the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and said, "The swordsmanship of the Lingxiao sword pavilion is indeed unpredictable. It is worthy of the title of No. 1 Daqin swordsmanship. I have learned it."

Lin Yun whispered: "You should have some reservations too."

He could feel that Zuo Yun still had some scruples throughout the battle. I'm afraid that with one enemy and two, there are still some psychological difficulties for him.

Zuo Yun smiled, but didn't say much: "If you lose, you will lose. If you have the opportunity in the future, I will ask Brother Lin for advice."

Hold his fists and salute, and walk back slowly.

Lin Yun glanced at the ground, still trembling with hundreds of long swords, thoughtfully.

The whole body sword was accidentally released, and the sword tactics quietly operated. When the sixty-four petals were completely opened, he stretched out his hand and waved, and said softly: "Get up!"

Crush!

A long sword with a handle, amidst the trembling sound, soared into the air, soaring up and down, dancing endlessly.

"Fall!"

Put **** together to form a sword, like a pen in the air, gently stroke it.

Shoo!

Hundreds of long swords, turned into streamers, as fast as a blast, with a clanging sound, they returned to their masters' sheaths.

It's just a sword collector, but there is not much joy, and his face is slightly embarrassed.

A dignified swordsman, who can't even look at his own sword, is too embarrassing to be in the hands of others like an arm.

After finishing all this, Lin Yun walked back.

The other people in the hall looked at his eyes, but they were quietly changing.

It can be retracted and released, Lin Yun's sword intent, I'm afraid it is more terrifying than everyone imagined.

"Stay."

But just as he was about to leave, there was a clear voice in the Qiongtai Hall.

Everyone followed the sound, and the master of the sound couldn't help but change his face.

The talking young man, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, fresh and handsome, bright eyes and white teeth, magnanimous, holding a folding fan, calm and elegant, elegant and peaceful.

It's Moyue Villa, Si Xueyi!

The eyes of many elder disciples in the Quartet flashed with different colors. Si Xueyi became famous very early, and he was a well-deserved leader of evildoers. Many years ago, he and Bai Lixuan resounded through the empire. Known as Daqin's arms, like the sun and the moon, he is the young leader, the most dazzling evildoer.

In the past year, Bai Lixuan has mostly been in retreat, but Si Xueyi's strength has steadily improved. Although there are few shots, once they are shot, they have amazing results.

Many people speculate that he already has the strength to attack the second sequence. At the end of the year, the Longmen Competition may not be able to compete with the Eighth Prince.

Among the peers in the field, if there is anyone who can hold Lin Yun down, there is no one other than him.

Si Xueyi smiled slightly, and said softly: "Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to take action. It’s not the style of Si Xueyi to take action against people who have been in three games. It’s just that I saw the old guy today, so He is sharp and emotional. I want to offer Master Lin a glass of wine."

Si Xueyi and Lin Yun even know each other?

Everyone was shocked, this is really a big event, Lin Yun rarely deal with outsiders in Jiange.

Speaking of which, the two met earlier.

Lin Yun calmly looked up and said: "It's rare that Mr. Si still remembers to go down. I will take this glass of wine."

If it hadn't been for Si Xueyi, he would not have jumped out of the wind and almost died in it.

However, Lin Yun didn't have much hatred. This grudge was originally caused by his initiative to save Yue Weiwei.

If it is enmity, it should be Bai Lixuan.

This person took advantage of him to be trapped in Yinfengjian and severely injured the blood dragon horse, causing Xiaohong to be caught and auctioned on the spot.

At that time, he swore that the three palms that Bai Lixuan slapped on the blood dragon horse would be doubled one day.

"Good!"

Si Xueyi slammed the folding fan in her hand, holding a glass of wine, stood up and smiled: "But I rarely toast people. If the wine in this glass is spilled, it's Master Lin that you are wrong. ."

The voice fell, and he held the wine glass and pushed forward violently.

Shoo!

The piercing sound of piercing the air immediately sounded, and the eardrum of the shaking person was tingling. Wow, the wine in the glass, like a dazzling bright moon in full bloom, suddenly shined with brilliance, and it was a bit unable to open his eyes.

Xinyan and the others took a deep breath. This is a toast. If you are a little weaker, you might be shocked on the spot.

Seven Profound Steps, many people take pictures!

The wine glass came too fast, Lin Yun had little time to think about it, and with the majestic wine glass, it was like a big river.

With his arms spread out, he retreated nine steps, each step back leaving an afterimage.

This kind of posture is amazing, how many people face this glass of wine. I'm afraid that if I don't have time to react in the future, I will be overthrown and lose face.

It's just a pity that Lin Yun didn't catch this glass of wine after all.

Those who were present would not underestimate Lin Yun, because this glass of wine came too fast and too fiercely. Many people's sights were too late to catch them, and the wine glasses flashed past their eyes.

Crush!

But no one expected that Lin Yun, who had retreated nine steps, waited until after nine steps. The whole body sank fiercely, and then stepped forward for nine steps.

The degree is several times faster than the degree of retreat before. Every step forward, the general momentum contained in the wine glass is shattered by one point.

When the nine afterimages overlapped, Lin Yun stretched out his hand, calmly and quietly caught the wine glass.

"So fast!"

Everyone was shocked and shocked, beyond words. In the eyes of many less powerful people, Lin Yun hadn't even moved from beginning to end.

Lin Yun took up the wine glass, drank it all, raised his eyes and said: "Good wine, this wine glass will be returned to Brother Xueyi."

Huh!

Compared to Si Xueyi's majestic trend~IndoMTL.com~ The empty cup that was sent to the past, silently, quietly, and then passed by.

Si Xueyi didn't get up either, raised his hand and grabbed the empty cup.

The smile on his face changed a little at the moment he held it, and the hand holding the empty cup slowly fell, and the movement was light, as if the whole world was slowing down in his hand, and there was no sound in all directions. .

The quiet Qiongtai Hall seemed to be forced by some unknown momentum, and it was a bit uncomfortable to depress people.

Waiting for the wine glass, this seemed to suppress the uncomfortable one hundred years, and it exploded. The strong wind started to blow Si Xueyi as long as a waterfall, blowing all the way behind him, revealing a clean and enviable face.

Following the sudden gust of wind, the hall seemed to tremble slightly, and the storm-like sword force quietly rose.

Except for the utensils in front of Si Xueyi's table, the wine glasses and tableware at the table of the other factions, ping-pong-pong-pong, burst out of thin air, continuous and crisp, endless.

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