Chapter 430

The first battle will appear, which makes Luo Yuhang very surprised, and the opponent is Lin Yun.

The Dragon Gate Competition, once every three years, is such a glorious stage.

It is undoubtedly a great honor to be able to appear in the first battle under the attention of all the people.

If it can bloom, you will immediately become famous in one battle, and let your reputation spread throughout the territory of the Daqin Empire.

The most important thing is that his opponent is still Lin Yun who is in the focus of the storm.

The level of attention of this battle is probably not comparable to other battle platforms.

"I'm lucky, I can do whatever I want."

Knowing that he and Lin Yun were in the same group, Luo Yuhang himself had been looking forward to fighting against Lin Yun.

Stepping on it fiercely, Yixue's own shame in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion.

When the most dazzling rising star of the Great Qin Empire, in the first battle, he knelt down to himself and begged for mercy.

I'm afraid it's a rather interesting picture, and the High Heaven Sword Pavilion will also lose face.

At this moment, the auditorium of Longmen Square was also full of discussions, and they all seemed very surprised.

Most people have guessed that Lin Yun may appear in the first battle of the eighth battle stage.

But what he didn't guess was that his opponent would be Luo Yuhang!

This person ranks fifth on the rookie list, and the more well-known reason is that he is Ye Gongzi's junior brother and the second person in Yunxiao Sword Pavilion.

Compared with the other seven groups, the young masters who appeared, including Bai Lixuan's opponent, were all unknown.

There is almost no suspense, but it is certain that these long-established players can win, and the situation will inevitably be one-sided.

But in this eighth stage, Lin Yun's opponent is so powerful, even a rookie who has a chance to compete for the title of the son!

"It's not good. Although Lin Yun's cultivation base has recovered, his cards are almost exposed. The old injury may not be fully recovered. Against Luo Yuhang, the odds of winning are not high."

"It's just the beginning, it's so dangerous, could it be made by someone in the royal family on purpose?"

"Who knows? If Lin Yun was eliminated in the first battle, he would be embarrassed."

"Yeah, I came to sign up in the limelight, and then I was the first to lose out. The contrast is indeed a bit big."

The referee on the court, or some of them with a royal background, must have to look at the faces of some eldest princes. And the face of the eldest prince was almost swollen by Lin Yun, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a great shame.

As the rules allow, these people may not be incapable of doing things.

Lin Yun held the identity card, his eyes fell on the eighth battle platform, and he stepped forward.

"Little Junior Brother."

Xin Yan suddenly spoke up.

Lin Yun paused slightly, but did not turn around.

"Live it well, did you hear it!"

Xin Yan said in a deep voice.

"I will."

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face.

On the eighth battle stage, Luo Yuhang had been waiting for a long time.

At the same time, other players who debuted in the first battle on the stage also appeared one by one.

The Dragon Gate Competition has officially started!

Xin Yan, Li Wuyou, Luo Feng, Chen Xuanjun... All eyes of many people fell on Lin Yun's figure.

There are many people's eyes flashing worry, can Lin Yun win Luo Yuhang?

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Are you afraid to fight me?"

A cold smile appeared on Luo Yuhang's face. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, a chance to crush his opponent with his peak cultivation base.

"I'm actually surprised. I didn't expect you to come. If it were me, I wouldn't do it. After all, it would be too embarrassing to be eliminated in the first battle."

Luo Yuhang looked indifferent and said lightly.

Are you about to start?

Ignoring Luo Yuhang, Lin Yun turned to look at Senior Sister Xinyan, and then at Princess Fenghua next to the Ziqing Throne, his eyes finally fell on his little finger.

There was a strand of blue silk entwined there, entwined in a loop.

In my mind, many pictures flashed, and the past was vivid in my mind.

The young man came from Tianshui Kingdom, carrying the name of Sword Slave.

Step by step, he has gone through life and death, and has been ridiculed and mocked, but he has finally stood on the stage of the Dragon Gate Competition.

Cheng Xin Jue is the sword of the eldest brother, fighting against the best in the Quartet and correcting the name of Senior Sister Xin Yan.

Bang!

Suddenly, on the fifth battle stage, a loud noise broke out.

It was the eldest prince Qin Yu. He only took a palm, and it seemed that there was an endless sea of ​​fire. The opponent, who had no time to react at all, was blasted to pieces, and was directly sent to the battlefield.

The whole body, inside and out, was being scorched by the flames.

After he fell to the ground, the man was rolling on the ground non-stop, and his body spasmed in pain. The facial features on his face are distorted, and he is afraid that the meridians have been burned.

It was a tragic battle, and the people who watched it were terrified.

On the battlefield, the eldest prince Qin Yu stood proudly, with an extremely indifferent expression.

Obviously, since the wedding turmoil, he has been depressed for a long time. Always looking for an outlet, unfortunately, his opponent didn't even have a chance to admit defeat.

This tyrannical palm also shows Qin Yu's sense of existence.

Tell everyone present to retire from the competition. In this Dragon Gate competition, he, Qin Yu, is the real protagonist.

"Don't worry, you won't have the chance to fight him."

Seeing that Lin Yun was a little distracted, Luo Yuhang thought he was paying attention to Qin Yu on the fifth stage.

The voice fell, and his body exuded a domineering aura, and the tyrannical sword force roared wildly on him.

boom!

With the horizontal sword in his body, Luo Yuhang held the hilt tightly with his five fingers, and his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. The violent sword momentum continued to soar, and the gusts of wind whistled.

His voice was harsh and sharp, and his aura rose to its peak almost instantly.

"So strong!"

The spectators who are far away can clearly feel the sharpness and sharpness of this sword, and their hearts are trembling.

Holding the hilt tightly, Luo Yuhang's aura reached such an astonishing level.

Many people are worried about it. This Luo Yuhang is afraid that he wants to make a quick decision, crushing Lin Yun with his own cultivation base, and not giving him any chance.

"Before I draw the sword, you have a chance to admit defeat. Otherwise, even if I draw out the scabbard, the immortals will not be able to save you,"

Luo Yuhang's expression was indifferent, and he suddenly roared, with cold killing intent in his eyes.

The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly turned cold.

Quick fight?

Exactly what I want...

Lin Yun's expression was calm, his mind moved slightly, and the ice crystal-like purple irises in his dantian quietly bloomed. The real essence was surging, and at the same time, the nine profound veins gushed out a majestic and powerful force, like a sleeping savage beast gradually gaining attributes.

His aura was also boiling.

"Go ahead and cherish it, your last chance to draw a sword in this world."

Lin Yun looked calm and responded lightly.

The voice was not loud, but it had an unmistakable taste. Such a strong self-confidence surprised many people.

Facing Luo Yuhang, why was Lin Yun so indifferent?

He had all his cards exposed, his profound veins had just recovered, and his realm was not as good as the opponent's.

The outcome of the other battles was quickly decided, as everyone expected. The existence of the son-level is like Qin Yu, either easily crushing the opponent, or directly admit defeat when he takes the stage.

In the blink of an eye, the eyes of almost everyone in the audience fell on the eighth stage.

Among the eight groups of battles, no group was more attractive than this group.

"However, the nature does not change, as always, arrogant!"

A sneer appeared on Luo Yuhang's face, and he drew his sword out of its sheath.

boom!

The sword came out half an inch, and a sword light burst out from the soles of his feet. Suddenly, it seemed that his whole person turned into a sword light.

The battle platform suddenly darkened. Except for the sword light that enveloped him, the rest of the space, including Lin Yun, was dimmed by the light of his sword.

A sword came out, the light was bright and dazzling.

There is no gorgeous vision, no gorgeous sword dance, only a pure sword light.

When the sword body was completely unsheathed, a strange scene appeared, and the battlefield was suddenly dark. Before, the dazzling sword light that people could not look directly at suddenly disappeared.

"what happened?"

"This should be the aurora swordsmanship of Yunxiaojiange. Between light and darkness, ghosts and ghosts are elusive, making it difficult to guard against."

"It's really not easy for Luo Yuhang to be able to display the artistic conception of the aurora sword technique so delicately."

"I heard that this swordsmanship is extremely difficult to cultivate, and it is extremely rare to be able to achieve a small success. In the Yunxiao sword pavilion, many elders of the Zifu cannot grasp the mystery."

As soon as Luo Yuhang made his move, he made many people in the Longmen Square sweat for Lin Yun.

To be ranked fifth on the rookie list, this Luo Yuhang is indeed not a false name.

Whoa!

The pitch-dark battle platform suddenly shines brightly.

In a flash, everyone was surprised to find that Luo Yuhang appeared in front of Lin Yun without warning.

A sword pierced his eyebrows.

Its speed is like light, its sword is like a shock, like a thunderbolt. Many people were horrified, facing the light of this sword at such a close distance, they were afraid that their eyes would be stabbed on the spot.

But when the sword was in front of him, Lin Yun still didn't move, not even opening his eyes.

"What is Lin Yun going to do?"

Many people were puzzled by Lin Yun's eyes closed.

This sword is so fast, even if you dodge it with all your strength, you may not be able to dodge it. Keeping your eyes closed, in the eyes of everyone, is almost an act of waiting for death.

Looking for death?

Then complete you!

Luo Yuhang's face sank, killing intent flashed in his eyes, and his whole body was poured into the sword. The reckless sword stance condensed at a point on the tip of the sword, and that little sword light suddenly shone like a star.

But suddenly, Lin Yun exuded a wonderful sword force, and he was erratic like water.

Water Moon Sword Stance!

Waves of sword power radiated from him, obviously not moving, but Lin Yun was like flowing water, the water mist was hazy, vague and illusory.

"To make a fool of yourself!"

Luo Yuhang snorted coldly, not believing that Lin Yun could really play any tricks.

In the face of absolute power, all falsehoods are fearless resistance.

rub rub!

Between the light and dark transitions, Luo Yuhang stabbed more than ten swords in a row, each of which was as fast as a shock, with a thunderous momentum.

But when Luo Yuhang stepped into the Shuiyue Sword Stance, no matter how fast his sword was, even if Lin Yun closed his eyes, he could feel the trajectory of each sword in the air.

He moved!

In a single step, the body spreads out quietly like pitch-black ink. Under the lightning-fast sword light, it was ethereal and agile, leaving behind afterimages.

Under the storm-like sword force, he strolled in the courtyard and retreated at will.

"See when you can retreat!"

Luo Yuhang's expression was ferocious, and while the sword light was waving, he relied on the advantage of his own cultivation base to continuously smash Lin Yun's Shuiyue sword potential.

No matter how clever Lin Yun's movement technique is, between light and dark, he always firmly occupies the initiative.

But the price of this initiative is the frenzied consumption of true essence, which is a little bit laborious compared to Lin Yun's randomness.

I can't spend it with him anymore, this guy's movement is too weird.

The light of the sun!

Luo Yuhang suddenly shouted loudly on the battle stage and used his ultimate move. His sword, in one breath, radiated radiant light and burst into a heaven-shattering aura.

It is like a bright sun hanging in the air, with the power of the sword, which seems to have the power to destroy all things and burn everything.

Under the light of the big sun, the sword light shrouded half of the battlefield, and there was nowhere to retreat.

A cold light flashed in Luo Yuhang's eyes, his face was indifferent to the extreme, and he said coldly, "Come back in three years, get out of here!"

Many people have warned Lin Yun to let him participate in the Dragon Gate Competition again after three years.

But three years is really too long...

There is no retreat, there is no need to retreat, who said that the Seven Profound Steps can only retreat, but not advance?

Lin Yun, who closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes. The sharp edge in his eyes was as bright as a star gem, clear and translucent, and the sky was bright and clear.

Whoa!

In an instant, as Lin Yun opened his eyes, an astonishing aura erupted from him.

Without the slightest hesitation, facing the sword power that was as bright as the sun, he stepped out step by step.

When he turned around, he saw a painting.

In the painting, Luo Yuhang's sword power is as bright as the sun. Under the majestic sword power, the youth in green clothes with a sword box on his back looks incomparably insignificant under the light of the sun.

"wrong!"

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Luo Yuhang, who felt that Lin Yun was going to die, changed his face slightly.

Suddenly I felt a great crisis, my whole body shivered, like falling into an ice cave.

He hurriedly looked back, only to see a purple sword glow like a bright moon, slashing over in an instant.

Click!

Blood splattered rainbows, and people died.

In midair, along with the fragmentation of the picture scroll, Luo Yuhang, who exploded out, was cut off by Jianmang at the same time, along with his ribs.

Three years is really too long...

This sword is only a matter of time.

This sword is only for the first place! The flowers were buried, and the eighth battle stage, only the youth in green stood proudly.