The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 782: How fast is the sword blooming like electricity

Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty Two

　　 Under the black and heavy thundercloud, Feng Wudao's imposing aura was unparalleled, and he looked at Lin Yun coldly, with a condescending taste.

　　 "Sword Intent is nothing great, others are afraid of you Lin Yun, I am not afraid!"

　　Feng Wudao stared at Lin Yun and said coldly.

　　 He has always paid attention to Lin Yun, especially his battle with Bai Ling. The sword intent that Lin Yun finally showed was an eye-opener and stunning.

　　This battle caused Lin Yun's popularity to skyrocket, completely throwing away Feng Wudao.

　　 Many people even think that Lin Yun and Feng Wudao are no longer rivals at the same level, and not many people think he will win this battle.

　　Feng Wudao was quite confused about this, so he made up his mind to let these people take a good look.

　　 The reaction of everyone on the stand was indeed as he expected, after seeing this terrifying thunder will. The warriors who were paying attention to this battle were obviously quiet, their expressions were solemn, and they didn't dare to make judgments.

　　 "Just shoot, no nonsense."

　　 Lin Yun said lightly, without arguing.

　　 Sword Intent is really nothing great, but it also scores someone, such as Bai Ling, whose sword intent is worthless in front of Lin Yun.

　　 Even if it is the same innate Xiaocheng's sword intent, Lin Yun can easily crush the opponent by asking himself. The training distance of the two people, their perception of kendo, and their talent in kendo, are completely incomparable.

　　 "Thunder and Eight Desolations!"

　　Feng Wudao took the lead. He has been able to win consecutive victories so far. His strength is obviously not weak. He hasn't moved, but his whole body is agitated.

　　 Boom!

　　The thundercloud in the sky suddenly burst into a dull loud noise, the thunder continued, and the palm of the hand was purple. Countless purple electric lights drifted in mid-air, and under the overlapping of countless lightning lights, they condensed into a mountain-like lightning giant palm and swept across.

　　 rumbling!

　　 Shenglongtai trembled, and the oncoming wind made Lin Yun's clothes rustle, as if he would be swept away at any time.

　　 I can imagine how terrifying the impact will be when this palm light strikes.

　　 Click!

　　 A brighter light slowly split from top to bottom in the middle of the giant palm, and when the giant thunder and lightning palm hits Lin Yun, it suddenly split, splitting into two and flew away from its side.

　　 Lin Yun in the middle has some residual electric light blooming on his body, but he is not hurt at all.

　　"Break the thunder!"

　　Feng Wudao flashed a strange color in his eyes, but he had expected this move a long time ago, and he couldn't really hurt Lin Yun.

　　's figure flashed, and the back hand that had been prepared for a while, bombarded Lin Yun like a flowing water.

　　 Click! Click! Click!

　　 Lin Yun walked at will, the sword flashes like electricity, and the dazzling light of the sword can always smash the opponent's ultimate move before falling.

　　 "Damn it."

　　Feng Wudao's face changed slightly, he found that his thunder will, although a little will of the opponent's sword intent. But as long as he launches an offensive and kills him, he will always be easily resolved.

　　 Keep doing this until he runs out of true energy and cannot maintain such a thunderous pressure.

　　 The opponent's innate sword intent, I am afraid that in the blink of an eye, it will turn into a scourge and swallow it.

　　 No, it’s a quick decision!

　　Feng Wudao's heart was horizontal, and the thick thundercloud in the sky rolled crazily in a flash.

　　 "Thundercloud storm!"

　　 He learned the experience of Bai Ling's defeat, and the ultimate move he prepared to perform in the ranking battle was almost performed with a slight movement of his mind.

　　 Wow!

　　 The black thunderclouds in the sky suddenly fell like snowflakes, and the next moment the wind was strong. The snow condensed by thunder, under the true essence gust of wind stirred by Feng Wudao, instantly evolved into a terrifying storm, sweeping towards Lin Yun with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.

　　The black thundercloud storm is as high as one hundred feet, and the sharp aftermath that radiates from the agitation is dispersed throughout the battlefield.

　　 There is no blind spot in this blow.

　　Feng Wudao is confident that the opponent will be stirred in sooner or later. Once in the storm, the opponent's sword intent will not have much use.

　　 The swordsman's physical body has always been weak, and the sword intent has been abolished, and he will lose.

　　 Overlord sword, rush to thunder and cut electricity!

　　 Lin Yun took one step forward, one step out, and the burial flower in his hand shook out eighteen sword lights like electricity.

　　 Every sword light blasted into the sky, and the sword light, which was completely electro-optically condensed, shone with dazzling light. The speed of rising into the sky is so fast that people can't respond.

　　 Click!

　　 Almost instantly, the thick thundercloud in the sky was punched out of eighteen huge holes. The sun shines through the eighteen holes and shines on the sword light, making the light dazzling and terrifying.

　　The green silk is like a waterfall, and the green clothes are like clouds. Lin Yun's right hand holding the sword lightly rotates, and the eighteen electric lights overlap in an instant.

　　The thick thunderclouds that had been punched out of many holes in the sky were suddenly torn apart like a piece of cloth. In the blink of an eye, they were smashed and disappeared, and the sun was shining again.

　　 Boom!

　　 The originally terrifying thundercloud storm, like a demon, ghost, disappeared in the sunlight.

　　 Of course, anyone with better eyesight can tell. This is because Feng Wudao's thunder will was broken, and the foundation of the thundercloud storm has been destroyed, so naturally it cannot exist. Even if he had already killed Lin Yun, he had to disperse like smoke.

　　 sonorous!

　　 The burial flower drew an arc in mid-air. Lin Yun collected the sword and returned it to its sheath, but that arc was the condensed 18 beams of sword light that resembled electricity, spreading out like flowers.

　　噗呲!

　　Feng Wudao is extremely powerful, even if Thunder's will is broken, it still dodges most of the sword light.

　　 was still hit by three swords, a sword pierced his right shoulder, causing him to be shocked into the air. Another strand of sword light penetrated his left shoulder, and the majestic impact caused it to spin uncontrollably in midair.

　　嘭!

　　 The last sword hit his heart, smashing his protective body. The one spinning him in mid-air, like a sandbag, was thrown on the edge of Thang Longtai.

　　 Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

　　 looks like Lin Yunming is collecting his sword and returning to its sheath, but Wu Wudao is being bombarded with ray of light from the sword. When the funeral flower was completely unsheathed, Feng Wudao had already knelt on one knee, his clothes stained red with blood.

　　 How fast the sword is, the flowers bloom like electricity.

　　 "Excellent."

　　As everyone's eyes were dull, like deep dreams, many of the elders of the hegemonic powers, but with solemn expressions, slowly uttered these four words.

　　 superbly supernatural, the first style of the overlord sword, in Lin Yun, is simply arbitrary, changeable, antelope hanging horns, no trace is to be found.

　　 Except for the supernatural being able to describe this kind of advanced realm, I really can't think of other words.

　　Feng Wudao and Lin Yun are not experts at the same level at all, they are far behind.

　　 "What a kendo wizard!"

　　 Heavenly Sword Sect and Beixue Mountain Villa, the two elders who established their sect by swords, both showed appreciation.

　　 Now, it seems that his talent in kendo is not only as simple as that of Nangong night jade.

　　 The referee glanced, he guessed that Lin Yun would win, but he didn't expect to win so beautifully. A set of swordsmanship that has never been shown before, clearly domineering and scary, but in his hands is like a flower, let it open when it is opened, and let it die when it is destroyed.

　　 "I won again. So far, Lin Yun is still winning streak. It's really scary. I thought it was a hard fight. I didn't expect to win so suddenly."

　　"From the beginning to the end, it was an innate sword intent, but it also exposed some. The ultimate move he used was a sword technique that had never been shown before."

　　 "This Lin Yun is really exciting. I really want to know how many cards he has."

　　 After everyone woke up, their blood boiled with excitement.

　　 even felt that Lin Yun won the game, even more enjoyable than they had won, invisibly seemed to place all their expectations on him.

　　 "This guy is really popular."

Ye Qingfeng of 　　 Ziyue Dongtian curled his lips, a little confused.

　　 "Hey, are you not convinced?"

　　 Fang Hanluo, who was in the same four groups, smiled slightly and said quite meaningfully.

　　 "Are you convinced?"

　　 Ye Qingfeng said coldly: "You and I have a high chance of meeting him. I don't want to be someone else's stepping stone. Before the qualifying match, I don't want to let the winning streak end."

　　 Fang Hanluo squeezed his chin, narrowed his eyes, his eyes were fierce, and smiled: "I have a hunch that he should be able to fully stimulate my potential. As long as I defeat him, I will have Great chance to hit the top ten."

　　 "I think so much."

　　 Ye Qingfeng didn't pay attention to this Fang Hanluo, and was slightly disdainful.

　　 It’s nothing more than a lunatic, always seeking to break through in a big battle, if he is careless, he will die miserably. I still want to make the top ten. Whether he can survive the qualifying round is still unknown.

　　As if to confirm his words, in the next battle, he only used three moves to defeat his opponent in a thunderous storm.

　　 The tyranny of the three claws is once again shown in front of the world.

　　The game continues.

　　The melee of other teams is equally exciting. The three kings and seven British players have appeared one after another to show the world their strength.

　　 One by one rising stars collide in advance, and the number of rookies who can maintain a winning streak is decreasing.

　　 Bai Lixuan, Yue Weiwei, and the mysterious black-robed swordsman Zhu Qingshan, these other rookies who are still maintaining a winning streak are getting more and more dazzling.

　　 The mysterious yellow aura in the dragon cloud jade pendant on his body, the overflowing light, is as dazzling as a star, extremely conspicuous.

　　 A few rounds later, Lin Yun didn't encounter an overbearing opponent, and won the game without any surprises~IndoMTL.com~Unconsciously, he has won 15 games in a row.

　　"The sixth round, Lin Yun..."

　　 The referee's voice sounded, and the moment the word Lin Yun appeared, the noise on the scene fell silent.

　　A spectacle appeared, and countless people immediately looked away from the other Shenglongtai, and looked over with hot eyes.

　　 Groups four and seven, many people who have not yet played against Lin Yun, have ugly faces and cry secretly.

　　 Now everyone knows Lin Yun's tyranny, and the degree of danger of his name is no less inferior to Juechen and Jifeng.

　　"In the sixth round, Lin Yun vs. Ye Qingfeng!"

　　 The referee's voice fell completely, and the atmosphere immediately heated up. The battle must be exciting.

　　 Ye Qingfeng is still winning a streak, and he is also the only rookie under the Tianmen of Ziyue Cave who has performed such an unreasonable performance. The members of the Zongmen have high expectations for him.

　　 "The two are finally getting on."

　　 "Hey, speaking of the four and seven groups, apart from Juechen and Jifeng, Lin Yun does not have many real opponents, and only Ye Qingfeng and Fang Hanluo."

　　"I don’t know if Ziyue Dongtian’s face can be kept."

　　 All kinds of discussions came to my ears, Ye Qingfeng sneered in his heart, ascending the dragon platform with an indifferent expression.

　　 Soon, Lin Yun also went up.

　　 Ye Qingfeng glanced away, the expression in his eyes couldn't hide his excitement, and he laughed with a cold voice: "I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time."

　　 "Soon, you won't be looking forward to it."

　　 Lin Yun said casually.

Ye Qingfeng's face darkened before 　　's words fell. Wouldn't this kid be so arrogant!