Chapter 431

Lin Yun shot late, but won quickly.

When he really drew his sword, with just one strike, he killed Luo Yuhang vigorously and neatly.

The imperial warriors who watched the battle from all directions were all shocked.

With just one sword, he killed Luo Yuhang, who was in the top five of the rookie list. How... how did he do it?

When I draw my sword, there will be no chance for you to admit defeat.

Luo Yuhang is arrogant and domineering, and the words that are irresistible are still in his ears.

But when Lin Yun drew his sword, he was already dead.

I have to say, it's really ironic.

The referee on the eighth platform flashed a stunned look in his eyes, and pondered: "Lin Yun, have you practiced the Seven Profound Steps to the realm of transformation?"

"That's it."

Lin Yun did not shy away, and said it bluntly.

The referee was immediately shocked. One step turned into a picture, and the Seven Profound Steps of High Heaven Sword Pavilion was really cultivated by him to a state of ecstasy.

In the golden age of martial arts in ancient times, there were sages who traveled day by day, watching the footprints of the Golden Crow, and deriving the magic formula for the day. As time passed, the divine formula was lost, and only fragments remained.

But it is only a fragment, and later generations have deduced many body techniques from this, and the Seven Profound Steps is one of them.

Although the movement level is only a Xuan-level super-level, it is comparable to or even surpasses the ordinary spiritual level movement, and the understanding is extremely demanding.

Not to mention great achievements, there are not many people who can make small achievements.

In the entire history of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, there are only a handful of people who can cultivate it to the pinnacle of perfection.

As for the transformation realm, there is none!

Invisibly, he was in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion again, creating a legend that people admire.

Or, in the entire Great Qin Empire, there is no one like him. At the age of only eighteen, he was able to cultivate a Xuan-level movement technique to a state of ecstasy.

The shock that this battle brought to everyone is far more than that.

Who said that when Lin Yun participated in the Dragon Gate Competition, he came to die and would only become a stepping stone for others?

Three years is too long, he used this sword to tell everyone.

This year's Dragon Gate Competition, he, Lin Yun, can still shine.

In the VIP seats, one after another gaze fell on Lin Yun, with different expressions.

A trace of killing intent flashed across the face of the eldest prince Qin Yu, and the expression in his eyes was as cold as ice.

The elders of the Hunyuan Sect didn't look very good-looking, and they all hated Lin Yun.

Wen Yanbo said with a stern face: "It's just luck, I don't believe it, this kid really succeeded in qualifying. Xuanwu Ninth Layer, when all his cards are exposed, he can still go against the sky!"

The expressions in the eyes of the other sons were slightly complicated.

Obviously, no one expected it. Lin Yunneng relied on the advantage of his movement technique to reverse the situation and kill Luo Yuhang who was one level higher than him with one sword.

The Jiange people are naturally very happy.

"Senior brother!"

Under the battlefield, Young Master Ye hugged Luo Yuhang's body with a gloomy expression on his face.

He only glanced at it and knew that Luo Yuhang was helpless.

That sword not only cut off his ribs, but also cut his heart in half.

"Lin Yun, you can defeat him, why kill my junior brother!"

Ye Gongzi swept his gaze and landed on Lin Yun on the stage, with an extremely cold chill in his eyes.

The cold eyes are like swords, as if to pierce people's hearts.

Whoa!

His body exudes an extremely terrifying aura, showing the amazing strength of his son.

If it were an ordinary person, under his fierce eyes, he would be scared to death on the spot.

Lin Yun, who was about to step down, his expression did not change, he glanced back, and said lightly: "Longmen Dabi, many people have died, others can die, but your junior brother can't die? Even if you are one of the eight sons, this requirement It's a bit too much."

Since you are motivated to kill, don't expect that your opponent will pity you.

Impossible, because he is your younger brother Ye's younger brother, so be merciful.

son?

What about the son, if you want to be the first, you will fight against the son sooner or later.

hateful!

Lin Yun's words that showed no affection at all made Young Master Ye's eyes ignite with thick anger, and said coldly.

"You are always welcome!"

Unexpectedly, Lin Yun was at all afraid, and before leaving, he replied lightly.

How crazy!

Longmen Square, the spectators from all directions, were all surprised. I didn't expect that there would be such a wonderful scene after the war.

In the face of the young master's threat, Lin Yun had no intention of retreating at all.

Daby, proceed as usual.

Competitors from various forces in the Daqin Empire were divided into eight groups to compete in a round-robin manner, with the loser out. In one day, the four spots for each group will be decided.

Only the thirty-two people who appeared here are qualified to compete for the top eight.

The battles between the groups were intense, intense, and exciting.

Lin Yun secretly observed and found that the strength of each group was relatively average, except for the seventh son.

The other top players were evenly divided into eight groups, and there was no situation where the masters got together.

After observing the battles of the other groups for a while, Lin Yun focused his attention on the eighth platform.

Among the eight groups, there are three more powerful ones. They are Xuan Tianzong, Shence Camp Wang Jie and Qin Tian Academy Cao Ziyin.

All three of them have the peak cultivation of the tenth level of Xuanwu, and it is even possible that they have other trump cards hidden.

The strength may not be lower than Luo Yuhang.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that there are other dark horses hiding in the eighth group.

"The eighth group, Lin Yun vs. Luo Yin!"

Hearing the referee calling out his name, Qi Xuan Step performed, and after a few ups and downs, he landed firmly on the platform.

Luo Yin's cultivation realm is only the ninth level of Xuanwu, which is inconspicuous in the eight groups, and is completely incomparable to Luo Yuhang.

When he saw Lin Yun on stage, a decisive look flashed in his eyes.

From cutting off his profound veins to killing Luo Yuhang with one sword, his opponent's experience can be said to be a miracle.

Right now, the limelight is winning, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

But no matter what, since it's here, you have to try your best to fight it again.

"excuse me."

When the referee just announced the start, Luo Yin took the lead.

His whole body was surging with true essence, using his palm as a blade, he slashed down wildly. This knife slashed across the sky, and the cold light burst, and there was a terrifying aura that split a mountain in half.

At the moment when the ultimate move was released, the pressure on his body actually approached the tenth level of Xuanwu.

It can be seen that the opponent's attainment in this palm knife is not low, if it is against other people in the same realm.

I am afraid that with one palm, people can easily be cut in half.

This person has found a new way to cultivate the palm knife to such a high level, which is indeed a bit extraordinary.

Unfortunately, he met Lin Yun.

Highly accomplished?

Mysterious palms?

So what, if the cultivation level is less than the ninth level of Xuanwu, then it will be crushed with one punch!

In the roar of dragons and tigers, Lin Yun jumped into the air, and the wind and clouds rose together.

People are in the air, their hands and fingers are dancing, condensing into ancient marks. The might of dragons and tigers surrounds him as if it were real.

Diamond Seal!

When he was about to meet the opponent's sword in midair, a seal was released.

Bang!

In the loud noise, the opponent's reckless sword stance was instantly annihilated. The pressure of forcibly holding on to the tenth level of Xuanwu also showed its original shape in an instant.

Pfft!

Spitting out blood, his opponent Luo Yin was blasted off the stage on the spot.

"Lin Yun wins!"

The referee was taken aback for a moment before announcing the result. I didn't expect that Lin Yun would win so easily against Luo Yin.

"Dragon Tiger Fist!"

"Don't you even need a sword?"

"This Lin Yun, it's a little bit unremarkable, it's too easy to win."

The spectators in the Longmen Square were slightly disappointed when they saw Lin Yun ending the battle with one punch.

The round-robin battle was quite tight, and Lin Yun didn't have much time to rest.

Then we ushered in the third opponent, who is not well-known, and also only has the nine-level Xuanwu cultivation base.

If it was in the past, Lin Yun would have had a little trouble fighting against the opponents of the 9th Layer of Xuanwu.

At least, not at will.

But right now, when his profound veins recovered, his cultivation was even better than before and after.

In the same realm, it is almost invincible, and it crushes the opponent in one face.

"Lin Yun wins!"

"Lin Yun wins!"

...

"Lin Yun wins!"

Two consecutive victories, three consecutive victories, four consecutive victories, five consecutive victories... In the group battle, Lin Yun achieved an astonishing eight consecutive victories.

Such an amazing record, except for the masters of the son-level, few people can achieve it.

What was even more surprising was that, apart from fighting Luo Yuhang with a sword, Lin Yunjie only used dragon and tiger fists to fight.

In the hands of a disciple of Jianzong, the dragon and tiger boxing of Megatron Daqin showed invincible style.

The expressions of the elders and disciples of Xuan Tianzong seemed a little unsightly.

Coincidentally, Lin Yun's opponent in the tenth battle welcomed Tong Yuan, a disciple of Xuan Tianzong!

Xuan Tianzong is a Buddhist power.

There are monks and laymen in the sect, some are pure Buddhist disciples, and the other are half monks and half laymen. As for whether or not to be a monk, Xuan Tianzong does not force it, it depends on the nature of the disciple.

But within the Great Qin Empire, there is a basic understanding.

The true masters of Xuantian Sect are all Buddhist disciples who are proficient in Buddhist principles and become monks.

Whether it's Young Master Liushang or Young Master Yunzhen, these two son-level masters of Xuantian Sect are all Buddhists.

There is a saying that the true inheritance of Xuantian Sect can only be granted to monks.

Tong Yuan is a Buddhist disciple of Xuan Tian Sect.

Like Lin Yun, he also won all nine battles, and he also used Dragon Tiger Fist to swept his opponent.

His Dragon Tiger Fist is fierce and domineering, wide open and close, and between punches, the whole body is covered with Buddha light. Just like the reincarnation of the vajra, one anger, the group of demons retreats, and one anger, subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger!

The authentic profound meaning of Dragon Tiger Boxing is vividly displayed in him, which is eye-opening.

In itself, it is a dark horse.

For many years, he has only worked hard in the Houshan Temple of Xuantian Sect, and he has a good reputation in the sect, but few people outside the sect know about it.

It is somewhat similar to Ye Feng of High Heaven Sword Pavilion.

"I don't believe it, in front of Tong Yuan, this little beast dares to use the Dragon Tiger Fist!"

The elder Yuan Bei, who was leading the Xuantian Sect, said indignantly.

The stunt of the dignified Xuan Tianzong, in the hands of a disciple of the outer sect, shined in this dragon gate competition.

Every time Lin Yun won a game, it was equivalent to slapping him in the face, which was really annoying.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and Lin Yun carried the sword box on his back and landed steadily.

He glanced up, and when his eyes fell on the opponent, the fighting intent in his eyes was burning like flames.

The majestic and domineering power of the dragon and tiger, on Lin Yun's body, continued to rage.

The wind rises from the dragon, the cloud rises from the tiger, the wind and the cloud rise together, the tiger roars and the dragon roars!

"It's Dragon Tiger Fist again!"

"Haha, this is good, Xuan Tianzong's face is completely black."

"Lin Yun is a little too crazy. Against Tong Yuan, he actually dared to use Dragon Tiger Fist."

"If this is won, it's really a bit..." "This is worth seeing, the battle of dark horses, to decide who is the real dark horse in the eight groups!"