The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 392: My sword, I do not regret killing!

Chapter 392

　　 dressed in a blue shirt, long hair dancing lightly, and a sword box on his back.

　　The person here is not Lin Yun, who else?

　　 After he rushed from the imperial capital to the sword pavilion, he didn't go anywhere, he came directly to the residence of the Gentlemen League.

　　 It’s a coincidence that I just saw this Wang Yan fighting against the Eight Great King Kong.

　　Ru his mood is very happy, even interested, talking about himself...

　　Wang Yan was shocked when Lin Yun suddenly appeared on the martial arts field. But immediately, he calmed down. Killing was forbidden in the High Heaven sword pavilion. No matter who violated it, he would kill without mercy. This is the iron law.

　　 Without this iron law, Lin Yun would have been killed countless times in the sword pavilion.

　　 I didn’t expect that Feng Shui would turn around so quickly.

　　 The iron law that he hated to death at the beginning, has now become a sword to protect himself.

　　 What's more, this is the Gentlemen League!

　　 Hundreds of Jiange disciples who are loyal to him are all gathered here. Does Lin Yun still want to shake the sky?

　　"Little sword slave, what are you doing here? Is this place where your sword slave can come? Get out!"

　　 Wang Yan's face was sullen, and a chill flashed in his eyes, staring at Lin Yun coldly.

　　 The Eight Great King Kong looked cautious and waved. The disciples of the Gentlemen League outside the martial arts field quickly moved closer.

　　 looks like, too much...

　　 Lin Yun looked at the other person's eyes. This face in his mind constantly overlaps with the eyes he saw in the Silence Mountain.

　　 When they are completely overlapped together, they are exactly the same.

　　 That's enough.

　　 raised his hand, Lin Yun grasped the funeral sword that popped out of the box, and walked forward with no expression on his face.

　　 "Dare to come to my gentleman league to go wild and die! Give me a good lesson to this sword slave!"

　　 Seeing Lin Yun approaching step by step, Wang Yan's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he shouted coldly.

　　 suddenly a sharp blade with a handle, the sword was pulled out of its sheath, the cold light was lingering, and it shone more than ever.

　　锵!

　　 But the swords in the hands of these members of the Gentlemen's League, just half an inch after being pulled out, they heard a piercing sword sound, resounding in all directions and reverberating.

　　The sound of the sword is loud, like a roar of a blue dragon, covering up hundreds of them with their swords.

　　 is like a river pouring into the vast ocean, and there is no breath, no trace.

　　 Wow!

　　 When the funeral foil is out of its sheath, the bright sword light is like a meteor across the sky, the light is dazzling, and the only dark spot on the martial arts field.

　　 Crush!

　　 The weapons in their hands, under Lin Yun's powerful half-step innate sword intent, trembled and couldn't control them.

　　 A long sword with a handle, dropped out of his hand and thrust it into the ground. As if kneeling down and worshiping a king, crawling, shaking...

　　 Mangmang sword power, like the light of fireflies, competing with Haoyue for glory.

　　 Everyone in the Gentlemen's League, their faces were brushed, and they were immediately pale.

　　 Hundreds of sharp swords stuck on the ground, like a merciless mockery, like cold-blooded slaps, slapped their faces heavily.

　　 Except for the Eight Great King Kong and a handful of people, all the sabers of the others flew out, except for the eight great diamonds and a handful of people who tried their best to hold the sword in their hands.

　　 sword is the life of a swordsman.

　　 The sword is there, and the sword is broken, and people die. A swordsman who cannot even hold the sword is the greatest humiliation.

　　 With such a strength, Wang Yan actually imagined that he would teach Lin Yun a lesson.

　　 is idiotic about dreams, incomprehensible.

　　 Can more ants kill an elephant?

　　 Wrong!

　　 No matter how many ants are ants, they can't bite an elephant. On the contrary, an elephant can kill countless ants with a sneeze.

　　 If you want to kill an elephant, you are at least a wolf.

　　 It is a pity that these people are no different from ants in front of Lin Yun.

　　 His current strength is no longer what it used to be, and it's not the same.

　　 repair the ancient golden prosperity inheritance technique, master the peak perfect spiritual level high-grade swordsmanship, the unparalleled half-step innate sword intent, the horror cultivation base of the nine-fold Xuanwu...

　　 Not to mention, there are Dragon Elephant Fighting Body Jue and Dragon Tiger Fist, and the secret technique is the magic sword.

　　 His hole cards, his methods, and his horror have long surpassed Wang Yan's imagination.

　　 The members of the Gentlemen's League in front of them, Wang Yan's cultivation base barely reached the ninth level of Xuanwu, and the rest were the highest but the eighth level of Xuanwu.

　　 Such waste, no matter how much it is, what's the use?

　　 hum!

　　 The shimmering body of the sword kept trembling. Lin Yun held the sword in one hand, step by step, and walked forward.

　　The invisible sword force fell on the people of the Gentlemen League, causing many people to be stressed and painful, their legs trembling, and it was extremely difficult to stand firmly.

　　The Eight King Kong guarding Wang Yan's body was shocked, and his eyes were terrified.

　　 Their impression of Lin Yun is still stuck in the fact that the opponent has only the five-layered cultivation base of Xuanwu, close to the Red Flame Banner to compete with them.

　　 did not expect to see each other for a few months.

　　 is already a high mountain, the ocean is endless, except that it is unfathomable, completely unimaginable.

　　 "Lin Yun, what do you want to do, do you want this sword pavilion to kill people?"

　　 Wang Yan's astonishment in his heart is even more unspeakable. The swordsmanship that made the Gentlemen League almost defeated before the fight was really beyond his expectation.

　　 I thought of a certain possibility in my mind, and suddenly panicked...

　　 Is this guy really going to kill me?

　　 "Don't let him over!"

　　 As soon as he thought of this, Wang Yan could no longer maintain his composure. He left a sentence and ran away.

　　He doesn't want to die. He has just done a major event for the eldest prince. In the future, he will be in charge of the Wang clan, and he will have endless wealth and glory.

　　 How can you die in the hands of a sword slave? It is impossible!

　　 "Get out of the way, or... die."

　　 At Wang Yan's escape, Lin Yun didn't panic at all, and calmly looked at the group of people in front of him.

　　 Wow!

　　Except for the Eight King Kong, the other members of the Gentlemen's League who had been scared for a long time scattered and left. They were all Jiange disciples, it was only because of Wang Yan's rich family and generous shots that they were able to take care of him, but they were far from working for him.

　　 The only ones who are truly loyal to him are the Eight King Kong. These eight people are similar to the royal vassals. Disloyal to Jiange, only loyal to Wang Yan.

　　 "If there is a kind, you will kill us!"

　　 The eight kings of the Gentlemen's League, firmly holding the sword in his hand, staring at Lin Yun, without the slightest intention to retire.

　　 "As you wish."

　　 the sword came out, the wind rose and the wind fell, and a **** light burst from the necks of the eight people. His eyes opened in anger, and he couldn't figure out how Lin Yun made the sword.

　　 Plop!

　　 Eight people fell to the ground at the same time. The moment they fell to the ground, their vitality fell and they died on the spot.

　　 was such a shocking scene that Wang Yan just turned around to see, his feet softened immediately and he staggered to the ground.

　　 Then he used his hands and feet together, got up in a hurry, and rushed towards the Jiange Lone Star League.

　　Lone Star Alliance, the eldest prince is congratulating Bai Lixuan, and both are here.

　　 As long as you can escape, you can avoid death.

　　 But as soon as he got up, he saw that in front of him, Lin Yun was sitting on a stone sculpture with a sword and looking at him coldly.

　　The speed of the body is superb.

　　 "You..."

　　The weird scene made Wang Yan a little confused, thinking it was his own hallucination. He looked back and found that there was indeed no Lin Yun in the martial arts field, so he turned around immediately.

　　 can be carved on the stone, Lin Yun, who was just still there, disappeared again.

　　What's going on...

　　噗呲!

　　 Before he wanted to understand, Lin Yun fell behind him with a sword. With blood splashing, Wang Yan hit a sword in his back, and was immediately shaken out.

After 　　 got up, he ran forward without looking back.

　　 Lin Yun was not in a hurry, he held a foil burial sword, and waited for the opponent to run a hundred meters, before stabbing a sword.

　　 He wants to kill Wang Yan, a single sword is enough for the opponent to die many times, but there is no need for him to be so cheap.

　　 Half a quarter of an hour later, Wang Yan was bloodied with a hundred swords in his body. There is no good place up and down the skin, as long as it moves, the wounds all over the body will feel like a sharp pain in the heart, as if countless ants are biting and eating themselves.

　　 Wang Yan ran away in embarrassment while crying loudly.

　　 "Lin Yun killed... Lin Yun killed..."

　　 passing along the way, there was an uproar that shocked the nearby Jiange disciples. When he came to Xiaoyun Square, there were too many Jiange disciples gathered in all directions.

　　 Wang Yan is desperate, this is one-third of the Lone Star Alliance has not finished.

　　 He endured the severe pain and got up, turning around and shouting at Lin Yun: "Lin Yun, what are you going to do, are you crazy? My grudge against you, is it necessary for you to kill me in Jiange?"

　　"Do you recognize this thing?"

　　 Lin Yun didn't answer, there was a slender silver needle in his fingers, the coldness overflowed, which was inexplicably shocking.

　　"Blood Rain Silver Flower Needle!"

　　 Wang Yan immediately showed a look of horror in his eyes, and couldn't help but cried out in exclamation.

　　 "It seems that Brother Wang, his memory is not bad..."

　　's voice fell, Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and the silver needle pierced away.

　　 No, I can’t die, I can’t die!

　　 Wang Yan’s originally desperate eyes, when he was dying, suddenly a strong desire to survive|hope appeared. In general, he burst out with a strength far beyond his own, completely avoiding this silver needle.

The moment 　　 turned around and ran wildly, I saw Elder Bai Ting in the distance, leading people quickly towards him.

　　 There was endless joy in his eyes suddenly, and Elder Bai Ting was here and he was saved.

　　 There was a cruel smile on the **** face, and he couldn't help laughing wildly.

　　噗呲!

　　 But the laughter solidified before it dissipated. In silence, he clearly felt one after another silver needles inserted into his body.

　　The toxin diffuses in an instant, merges with the blood, flows to the limbs, corpses, and internal organs.

　　 is going to die?

　　 Wang Yan immediately frightened Liushen Wuzhu. He couldn't even dream that the poisonous needle he shot would end up on him.

　　Causal reincarnation, retribution is unhappy.

　　Blood Rain Silver Flower, see the blood seals the throat, if you don't reach the Purple Mansion, you will die.

　　 "Little Sword Slave, I played with you."

　　 In despair, Wang Yan roared, not rushing to Elder Bai Ting, but instead rushed towards Lin Yun.

　　 He has a disheveled hair and looks crazy, just wanting to bite Lin Yun like a mad dog before he died.

　　 But Lin Yun obviously didn't intend to give him this opportunity~IndoMTL.com~ A sword pierced his eyebrows, the sword came out, blood spattered, and another ruthless sword light cut off his head.

　　"Stop!"

　　 Bai Ting hurried over, before he could fully shout, Wang Yan's head fell on his feet like a ball.

　　 The elders behind him were all frightened, their faces shocked.

　　 Since the establishment of the sword pavilion, no one has dared to challenge the authority of the sword pavilion and kill people in the sword pavilion.

　　 Especially, in front of the elders, never.

　　 "You are so brave, do you know what you do!"

　　 Bai Ting stretched out his hand and pointed at Lin Yun angrily, shaking unceasingly.

　　 He thought his speed was fast enough to keep Wang Yan from dying. Who knew that Lin Yun killed Wang Yan in front of him.

　　 "Know, I killed a bad dog."

　　"Hahaha, what a slaying dog! Give me my knees and beg for mercy, otherwise, I don’t need to report, I can kill you now!"

　　 Bai Ting was so angry that he turned back and laughed, and he took a step forward, suppressing the past with a mighty aura.

　　 Click!

　　 Lin Yun returned the sword to its sheath, raised his eyebrows, looked at the opponent coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Lingxiao sword pavilion, establishes the sect with swords, and swords as a man, swords are sharp, rather than bend. I am a disciple of sword pavilion. , Why do you have to kneel to you, my sword, do not regret killing!"

　　In the beginning, his words were not loud, but gradually heavier. At the end, the sound shook the sky and resounded everywhere.

　　 Accompanied by a fierce sword intent, the moment the voice fell, Bai Ting who had stepped forward and pressed back abruptly.

　　My sword, no regrets for murder!