The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 382: The Way of Killing
Chapter 382
"Send to death?
Mu Xiuhan and the three people standing side by side saw Lin Yun moving forward in the wind and snow, and took the initiative to kill them.
there was a touch of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and he sneered.
It didn't take long for them to laugh, and they were on the white ground. The young man in Tsing Yi, one sword, clearly appeared in the vision of the three of them clearly, approaching in the wind and snow, but gradually blurred in the perception of the three.
His sword power, like clouds, quietly spread out, erratic.
"Gone?"
Suddenly, the boy in Tsing Yi in the wind and snow disappeared from the vision of the three.
The complexion of a few people changed drastically, and they were secretly vigilant, looking around.
锵!
a sword groaned, and a purple sword light appeared out of nowhere, and fell behind Bai Yue.
Baiyue did not rush to think about it, and pulled out the sword, trying to block it.
rumbling!
At the moment when the blades were handed over, the true essence shook, and Bai Yue couldn't reach the defense, so he was shaken back by a sword, his palm numb, and some faintly held the sword in his hand.
"Damn it, what power is this!"
A different color flashed in Bai Yue's eyes, he was clearly promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu, but in terms of true essence and sword intent, he was weaker than the opponent.
When the two are superimposed, they are equally powerful, but they have created a huge gap.
Lin Yun, who shook back, didn't chase him deeply, as if he had eyes behind him. Turning back with a sword, he pierced it, and the tip of the sword was cold and lingering, like a little star.
The overwhelming cold air surged from the tip of the sword, Jing Jue preparing to attack from behind.
looked like he was taking the initiative, rushing towards the funeral foil. When the cold light hit, his face changed drastically and he retreated wildly.
huh!
Move one step between the flat ground, the green hills are like water, and the water is surging. A gleam of sword light slashed from top to bottom, and it was clearly Mu Xiuhan who swooped down in midair.
Keren was still in the air, but Lin Yun was forcibly suppressed by the majestic sword light from top to bottom.
Clang!
With the horizontal sword on his body, Mu Xiuhan gritted his teeth, blocking the sword with some difficulty.
"Can you stop it?"
Lin Yun looked indifferent, his sword, like a violent water wave on the lake, roared, and then raged and shot down continuously.
Crush!
Between breathing, the sword light like a storm fell towards Mu Xiuhan.
Mu Xiuhan was only able to parry after being chopped off. In the continuous sword light, he kept retreating.
Seventy-seven forty-nine swords, Lin Yun suddenly added gravity, smashing Mu Xiuhan out with one sword.
shook his wrist, turned around and stabbed a sword.
咻!
The cold light of the sword tip is like stars, expanding in the eyes of Jing Jue who roars. Its monstrous fierce flames suddenly became dumb, and his face became extremely difficult to look at.
was this sword again, and turned around again, and found his flaw.
What the **** is going on!
But this time, Lin Yun didn't give him a chance to leave calmly. The tip of his sword was two inches away from him, and his feet kept moving forward.
can't describe Jing Jue's mood at the moment. He was sweating all over, unable to turn around or move forward.
can only keep retreating back, but this sword is like a shadow, no matter how much he retreats, the distance from the tip of his nose is never more than two inches.
Without retreat, Jing Jue, who was forced to a desperate situation, roared. The right hand holding the knife slashed towards the sword with a thunderous momentum.
锵!
But Lin Yun seemed to have expected it long ago, and when the sword was turned down, Jing Jue's arm was drawn with blood.
Amidst the screams, Lin Yun shot his hands like electricity, and the burial sword kept tapping like a spear.
Jing Jue tried his best to dodge, but he still couldn't avoid it all.
a sword stabbed him in the chest, splashing with blood, he was hit and flew severely.
The golden crow print behind shines, and Lin Yun stretches his arms, he rushes out like a golden crow lightning, and rises into the air.
嘭!
Mu Xiuhan and Bai Yue's killer moves, which they used, suddenly fell through. The bombardment hit the ground, bursting into the air, rocks mixed with snowflakes, and bursting wildly.
The light of the moon!
Before they could get out, they saw a magnificent and domineering glimmer of sword light in mid-air, like a blazing moon, which fell mercilessly.
The sword is like the moon, and the moon is like fire.
This sword light, tyrannical and incredible, among the many people watching the battle, the incredible eyes fell on Mu Xiuhan and Bai Yue.
噗呲!
The swords of the two of them burst into pieces, the body guard Zhenyuan was crushed, and the blood kept splashing out.
"This..."
"Impossible!"
The expressions in the eyes of the two were extremely shocked, and they couldn't believe it. Under their joint efforts, they couldn't even catch Lin Yun's sword. Not only did it fail to catch it, but even its body guard was broken, leaving several terrifying scars.
, the opponent is just a rising star of the Xuanwu Nine Layers, no matter how strong it is, it should not be so easy to defeat the two talents.
He didn't have such a strong strength in the magic lotus secret realm, and even on the ninth floor of the palace, he was not as strong and terrifying.
In the tenth floor of the Palace, what exactly has he experienced and such a transformation?
"The light of the bright moon is burning like flames. What realm must he practice with his water-moon swordsmanship to achieve this level?"
"I'm afraid that the peak has been completed, this son is really terrible..."
"No, not only that, except for the consummation of Shuiyue swordsmanship, his sword intent is probably wirelessly close to complete innate sword intent."
"It must be like this. It is close to the innate sword intent. It is blessed under the peak and perfect water-moon swordsmanship. This power is not exaggerated."
In the five chaotic battles, Lin Yun's sword was a rock-shattering shock, which made many sects who watched the battle shine and shocked.
Shui Wuhen listened to Zongmen elder's discussion, but he secretly shook his head. He felt that these people were right.
didn’t even say the point...
Lin Yun must have experienced something in the tenth floor, his sword is obviously more confident. The realm and cultivation base have not changed, but the inner temperament of the whole person has undergone a completely reborn qualitative change.
That is a kind of spirit, a kind of unspeakable, only swordsmen can understand the spirit.
In the chaotic battle, the people in the sword pavilion who were fighting the four sects were equally surprised to see this scene.
"The bright moon is like fire, this is the highest state of Shuiyue swordsmanship, the peak is complete!"
"Lin Yun, this is the spiritual level super-grade swordsmanship, and he has cultivated to the highest level of consummation, it is incredible."
"Hahaha, what Lin Yun, it really exceeded my expectations."
"The clouds will not disperse, the sword pavilion will not fall, everyone, kill it with me, strengthen me the sword pavilion of the sky."
"Strengthen me Lingxiao sword pavilion!"
Shocked by Lin Yun's strength, the sword pavilion suddenly increased in momentum, and for a while, the four teams that had joined forces felt deep pressure.
"Damn it, die for me!"
A violent storm started, blowing the boundless wind and snow, but it was Jing Jue who was forced to retreat. Under the anger, he ignored his chest injuries.
shot out the light of the bright moon in Lin Yun, and the moment he landed, he killed him again.
His cut is extremely accurate.
, regardless of the blood surging from the wound on his chest, he didn't have the slightest idea of suppressing it, just waiting for Lin Yun to land. From the rear, cut it in half, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that he would fail three times.
咻!
But the moment Lin Yun turned around, the situation suddenly reversed, and Jing Jue had no time to release the sword at all.
just because Lin Yun's sword touched his eyebrows.
There was even a drop of blood overflowing between the center of the eyebrows, and it was the point of the sword that pierced the skin.
Jing Jue's face paled when he brushed it, like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold and trembling slightly.
"The raging heart has more and more flaws. If you want to die, I will do what you want."
"No..."
噗呲!
Lin Yun did not give Jing Jue a chance to argue with a sword, pierced the center of his eyebrows.
frosty cold!
The moment the sword was drawn out, accompanied by splashing blood, Lin Yun turned around and shook out the ultimate move of Shuiyue Sword.
Boundless sword power, wherever you go, everything is frozen.
Mangmang Feixue was under this sword, and Bai Yue, who was struggling to get up, were frozen together, and time seemed to stand still.
The snowflakes do not move, and the two ice sculptures cannot move either.
Click!
The next moment, when the ice sculpture breaks, Bai Yue and Mu Xiuhan explode into countless fragments, and then the snowflakes fly again with the dissipated sword power.
Between moving and quiet, the two evildoers fell and merged with the snow all over the sky, leaving no bones.
"Dead?"
The four directions were terrified, and no one thought that Jing Jue, Mu Xiuhan, and Bai Yue would all die under Lin Yun's sword at the same time.
Even if he thinks he has the strength to defeat, he may not dare to kill.
No one thought that Lin Yun not only dared to kill, but also did not hesitate to kill.
Such a scene deeply shocked the major gates in the Sifang camp.
"This..."
"Hey, the swordsman’s way of killing is truly reflected in this son. As a swordsman, there is no one who dare not kill. The Shuiyue swordsmanship is in his hands, it is really incredible, and he does whatever he wants. Like an arm's command. In the future, it will definitely shine in the Dragon Gate Competition."
"Could it be that he has the ability to challenge the eight sons at the end of the year?"
"The son has the strength to kill the Zifu, he should not be able to do it yet, but it may not be impossible to get to the top ten."
"If he can be promoted to the Xuanwu tenth at the end of the year, maybe..."
"Don’t maybe, how difficult it is to make a breakthrough in the tenth level of Xuanwu. He did not break through to the tenth level of Xuanwu this time in the magic lotus secret. Adventure..."
Indeed, in the later stage of Xuanwu cultivation, leaps and bounds rarely occur.
Unless you encounter an adventure similar to the magic lotus secret realm, the magic lotus secret realm only appears once in twenty years.
The outsiders were just shocked, but the elders of the Demon Flame Sect, the Blood Bone Sect, and the Qijue Fortress were full of fury.
The three sects dragged the sword pavilion up and down, like creating opportunities for the three of Jing Jue, but it was hard to imagine that they all died under Lin Yun's sword.
Revenge!
Among the eyes of the three elders ~ IndoMTL.com~ is full of murderous intent, and there is no longer any desire for treasure.
There is only an infinite killing intent. Even if the entire family of the fight is destroyed, Lin Yun will have to be killed.
Otherwise, it will be difficult to dispel this hatred.
"Hold the formation, don't let these people rush over."
The situation changed drastically. The three major sects were no longer with the sword pavilion, and they desperately rushed towards the sword formation under the Lingxiao sword pavilion.
Fighting, at this moment, it turned into a **** battle!
The elder holding the sword, Luo Feng and others, desperately fight to the death. But the number of the four sects was too large, and immediately, there were seven or eight half-step Zifu deacons, breaking through the sword formation and killing Lin Yunsi.
"Boy, take your life!"
These more than a dozen deacons from the half-step Zifu Mansion had red eyes, and they were full of evil spirits, and they were terrifying.
hu!
retracted the sword and returned it to its sheath, Lin Yun lightly patted it in the storage bag, and the moment the scarlet battle flag appeared, he was tightly held by his hands.
Click!
The flag is condensed into a double-moon blood sickle thin like a cicada's wings, with hideous and sharp triangular barbs popping out at the end, and the true essence is surging, continuously injected into it.
The monstrous evil aura contained in the treasure immediately burned like a blood flame, permeating every corner of the Red Flame War Blade.
Lin Yun, who held the war blade tightly, raised his brows, and looked at the seven deacons rushing towards him coldly.
Under the influence of the evil spirit of the Red Flame Warblade, the world in his eyes is scarlet, both real and illusory.
If killing is destined to be unavoidable, let the endless blood and bones be buried on the road to the peak of Lin Yun.
Kill without mercy, be wiped out!