The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 752: You and me are not the same

In the gloomy sky, Lin Yun and Wu Xiaotian on the eaves set their positions and stand opposite each other.

Is there a discussion now?

On the side, Ji Wuye looked surprised. He didn't expect the brother to be so interested in Lin Yun, and he actually wanted to discuss with Lin Yun.

No matter what, Lin Yun is just a rising star, even if he can really kill the overlord-level Sky Soul monster?

Senior brother can severely damage the overlord monster beast with a single blow. He is the one who wants to kill the beast king.

No matter how you look at it, the brother seems a bit "condescended".

With a hint of doubt, Ji Wuye quietly backed away, staring at the two of them tightly, not daring to miss any details.

Wu Xiaotian had a careless smile on his face, saying it was a discussion, but he didn't seem to care too much.

Under his clothes, his muscles are loose and loose, and he can't see the violent and unscrupulous domineering before. At a glance, there are almost flaws up and down.

But Lin Yun didn't move, he looked calm, holding the hilt in his left hand. The majestic sword intent in the depths of the eyes, like a pool of autumn water, the ancient well does not wave, and it is full of coolness, giving people a deep feeling of hiding.

Gradually, the smile on Wu Xiaotian's face diminished, and his aura gradually became more condensed. Before it was loose and loose, it looked like it was all flaws, but when you count them down, it turns out that all of them are deliberate traps without exception.

"Are you still not doing it?"

Time passed, a look of impatientness appeared in the eyes of Ji Wuye who was watching, and the two of them were too artificial.

It's just a matter of learning, do you need to be so serious?

Shoo!

But at this moment, Ji Wuye suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and he still couldn't see what was happening. He heard a deafening sword chant, and the sword sound was like thunder falling from the nine heavens, illuminating the whole world in a flash.

Roar!

At the same time, nine blood pythons roared one after another, and large swaths of blood appeared behind Wu Xiaotian.

The two figures flashed each other, and at the moment when they intertwined, the dazzling sword light faced the condensed palms of the nine blood pythons, and they slammed into each other among the electric light flint.

Boom!

At this moment, the two terrifying auras intertwined, soaring straight up, soaring into the sky, and piercing the thick magic cloud into a huge hole.

Wow!

The dazzling morning glow condenses into a golden beam of light through the hole, covering Lin Yun and Wu Xiaotian. That kind of light, in this endless darkness, is particularly conspicuous, and even the two cold faces can be clearly seen from a hundred miles away.

Ji Wuye opened her mouth wide, her eyes filled with incredible expressions. Under the golden beam of light in front of him, Lin Yun's long hair soaring to the sky, Wu Xiaotian's roaring face, and the respective sharpness between the two palms, seemed to solidify into eternity at this moment.

It was printed as a picture scroll, deeply imprinted in Ji Wuye's mind, and could not be erased.

Boom!

But in fact, the two are extremely fast, just like this, the competition is over. Blood stains spilled from the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, holding a sword flying backwards for hundreds of miles, Wu Xiaotian's face was expressionless, and his right hand slowly fell.

Countless gazes attracted by the golden light, the moment I turned back, I didn't see anything.

The huge hole of the Demon Cloud has been closed, and as far as I can see, it is dim. I can't see Lin Yun or Wu Xiaotian, as if what I just saw was just an illusion.

"You lost."

Wu Xiaotian smiled at the corner of his mouth and said softly.

The burial flower is returned to the sheath, Lin Yun wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "Not necessarily."

Tick! Tick!

Wu Xiaotian's right hand was too late to fully retract, cracks appeared and blood dripped continuously. His face changed constantly. After a long time, he looked at Lin Yun solemnly and said in deep thought: "Your sword intent is sure, but your path is not clear. You know what I mean."

Lin Yun was noncommittal and did not answer.

"Why, what I said is wrong?"

Wu Xiaotian groaned: "In the entire ancient South China domain, no, it is the entire Xuanhuang Realm. No one can grasp the psychic sword intent before the heavenly soul. Even if it is promoted to the celestial soul, before the seven souls are opened, they will master the psychic sword There are very few who are interested. Even if the kendo talent is not inferior to your Nangong night jade, they have chosen another path."

"You lost your ambition in Jiang Ziye's hands. Even if you seem to be out of the trough, you still haven't gotten out of your fear of the Three Kings and Qiying. I am different from you."

The voice fell, Lin Yun bowed his hand.

Wu Xiaotian's face was slightly ugly, and Lin Yun's last sentence had a great impact on him.

"This guy is a little too crazy."

Ji Wuye walked over and said rather inconsistently.

In the previous discussion, even if it was a tie, Lin Yun had to lose. He knew very well that the senior brother had a hole card but did not sacrifice, and his cultivation level also suppressed his realm.

Wu Xiaotian waved his hand and said: "I can't say that, he does have crazy capital. However, this person is not worried about the feast of the dragons. It is too difficult for this person to understand the spirit of the sword before the age of twenty... "

"How difficult is it."

"It is a hundred times more difficult to kill the Beastmaster than me. He is drawing the ground as a prison, and he will definitely pay for it."

Only one move was discussed, but Wu Xiaotian was keenly aware of Lin Yun's ambition, and he was totally unhappy about it.

He even asserted that it is no longer a concern in the feast of dragons.

Different?

Wu Xiaotian stared at Lin Yun's distant back, humming coldly in his heart, it was indeed different. I have the qualifications to challenge the Three Kings and Qiying, but you are destined to not even have the qualifications.

How could it be the same!

……

Ten days later, Yanlong Mountain, Luolongpo.

Lin Yun revisited his old place, and at the end of his line of sight, there was a sword hanging above the nine heavens, haunting the immortal lightning.

The endless and majestic sword intent, with the blooming of the sword light, the mountain that soars into the clouds, the light shining brightly, dazzling.

Nine days of thunder, the sword shines!

That was the boundless sword intent that Lin Yun couldn't understand at all. It was a condensed sword, and the sword contained the arrogant will of the swordsman for thousands of years.

"It's so spectacular."

Although it is not the first time I have seen it, Lin Yun's heart is still extremely shocked, and there is no word that can describe the shock in his heart.

Too strong, Lin Yun felt that the sword that hung for nine days was the monarch of this world. Anyone who dares to be disrespectful will suffer the catastrophe and be sanctioned instantly.

Wu Xiaotian said that his path would not work and he would definitely not be able to be promoted to psychic sword intent, but he was a little naive.

He didn't know that Lin Yun had reached the half-step psychic sword intent, and this achievement alone was enough to be proud of the Xuanhuang Realm.

Although the remaining half step is as difficult as climbing to the sky, when Lin Yun finally takes a half step, the raised foot will always fall. Maybe a year and a half years, maybe just one day is enough, it will always fall, it just depends on how long it will take.

As for himself, he was frightened by the three kings and Qiying, the fear was rooted deep in his heart.

If you can't recognize it clearly, this year's feast of dragons is afraid that it will repeat the same mistakes and continue to be defeated by the three kings and Qiying.

I am different from you.

Lin Yun's remarks are not casual.

Huh!

With a light tap on the ground, Lin Yun came to the foot of Luolongpo with a few ups and downs. There was an invisible sword force ahead, covering the hillside, and Lin Yun did not dare to step forward easily.

The place where he stood was also where the Sword Emperor Grass was buried in the Jagged Sword Museum.

"I don't know who left this sword intent."

Lin Yun raised his eyes and looked at the sword on the mountain. He raised his sword intent to the limit and looked closely.

Huh?

After a long time, Lin Yun gave a soft voice, his face changed slightly.

The lonely sharp sword on Luolongpo suddenly moved, and the picture he saw in his eyes changed suddenly.

I saw that ray of sword light suddenly dissipated and merged with the sky, disturbing the animation sky. The endless clouds are rolling, and with the surging of sword light, the situation changes and the atmosphere is endless.

This is...

This is the innate sword intent, blending with the sky, looking down on the vast land!

Lin Yun was shocked, the sharp sword on the mountain actually gave him a picture of the ultimate sword intent, which is really incredible.

Wow!

Just as his heart was shaking, the picture was changing, and thousands of sword lights flashed across the sky. Every ray of sword light flickered, tearing the sky apart like a cloth covering the earth, and countless stars fell along the cracks.

In the beginning, only a few hundred stars fell through the torn gap, and each ray of starlight seemed eternal. Gradually, with the strengthening of the sword intent, the torn holes in the sky became bigger and bigger, and the shining stars increased from hundreds to one thousand, two thousand...eight thousand, nine thousand!

The picture before him is too shocking. Lin Yun's heart is full of waves. Every time the sword light passes, there are nine thousand stars shining down, shining the stars from the sky and the earth, and the vast earth is bright. A vast and majestic vision.

This is psychic sword intent!

Lin Yun's heart was shaken, and he immediately realized that this was the evolution from the innate sword intent to a stronger psychic sword intent.

When this psychic sword intent reaches its limit, the light of nine thousand stars will condense into nine majestic stars. Each star swirl, with a diameter of one kilometer, resembles a galaxy composed of five thousand stars. As it spins crazily, the sky seems to be pressed down and can be touched by reaching out.

Crack!

The nine stars dissipated at the same time, the sword hung in the air, thousands of stars withered like flowers, and in the endless and eternal darkness, only the sun and the moon accompanied that sword.

Lin Yun has never seen such a big sun and bright moon in this life. It is too huge, it will last forever and be immortal. But in front of that sword, it became surprisingly small.

One sword, the sun and the moon shine together, and the stars fade for it. Is this a third-rank sword intent that surpasses the psychic sword intent?

It hurts!

Lin Yun didn't have time to think about it, his eyes were so painful, two drops of blood and tears came out of his eyes, and his vision was pitch black.

After a moment of panic, Lin Yunxin gradually calmed down. This should be the predecessor who warned him and should not watch it anymore.

He was here before and couldn't see this kind of sword intent because of his lack of practice. Right now Jianyi was promoted to psychic by half a step, and I could barely see three different levels of pictures, but it seemed not enough to go up.

Night fell.

Lin Yun, sitting cross-legged, put his hands on his left and right knees and slowly closed his eyes.

His passing fireflies, which were invisible to the naked eye, sparkled in the night and danced up and down. In Yanlongling, many powerful monsters have seen this strange scene.

They wanted to check it out, but when they thought of the sword on Luolongpo, they immediately lost their courage, and they trembled all over.

One night, quietly passed.

Lin Yun opened his eyes, his stabbed eyes are clear and bright, and they have long since recovered.

In front of him, there was a ray of firefighting light, and it still remained. Lin Yun's heart moved slightly, my sword intent stayed for a whole night?

Although these achievements cannot be compared with the thousand-year-old immortal sword intent of Luolongpo, they are a great surprise to Lin Yun.

Reach out and touch it lightly, the glow of fireflies burst like a dandelion, and it is extremely bright, but it only disappears for a moment.

"Thank you, senior~IndoMTL.com~Lin Yun put his hands together, bowed his head towards Luolongpo, and bowed respectfully.

The predecessors who left this ray of sword intent may have left, or have died. But Lin Yun believed that the other party's will was still there, just as Murong Jing and others defeated the Purple Lightning Devil Dragon Buzzard, they were also helping himself.

When Lin Yun looked up again, a ray of arrogance came out wantonly in his eyes, and the sharp eyes that stunned the world.

Who said that under the heavenly soul in the Xuanhuang world, it is impossible to comprehend psychic sword intent?

Who said this is nowhere?

I'm not Lin Yun!

[Everyone can guess who left the sword intent on Luolongpo. 】