Chapter 467

"Innate Sword Intent!"

"Is it really the Innate Sword Intent?"

"I don't know, but this sword intent is really terrifying, and I have never seen it in my life."

"It's true that I haven't seen it in my life... But if it is innate sword intent, it would be too exaggerated. Not only the Daqin Empire, but even the ancient South China region, there is no example of reaching the innate sword intent without entering the Purple Palace."

The words of the eldest prince Qin Yu caused Longmen Square to fall into a shock.

This sword slashed the king's battle platform in half.

The terrifying sword intent, the lingering sound did not disappear, the young man on the battlefield, his long hair fluttering and dancing, wearing a green shirt hunting in the wind. With a sword stance, it turned into a gust of wind and washed away in all directions of the king's battle platform.

Compared with him, the dazzling light of the first prince Qin Yu was completely concealed.

"The world is like a chess game, it's really emotional."

"Could it be that Lin Yun is going to win this final battle?"

Such a scene, like a dream, can be called a miracle, and it really appears in front of everyone.

A young man who was not favored by everyone, came out of the road to hell, and now, it seems that he has to win the final battle.

Since the beginning of the Dragon Gate Competition, what no one has ever done is about to be done by this young man.

At this moment, everyone in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion finally settled down.

Especially for Xin Yan, her cold and moving face reappeared with dazzling brilliance, and the beauty was so thrilling that people dared not look directly at her.

Her beauty is always in full bloom, and her stunning face is like a bright rose. Originally, it was naturally charming, but a trace of chill invaded it, making it impossible to desecrate it from a distance.

Elder Luo Feng touched his beard, and he was really excited.

Even if it wasn't the innate sword intent, with the current momentum alone, Qin Yu could no longer stop Lin Yun in this battle.

The people under the stage were shocked, but in terms of shock, they were far from being comparable to Young Master Feiyu on stage.

Feeling the amazing sword power on the other side, his face was extremely stiff, and he said coldly, "Innate Sword Intent, how could you possibly comprehend Innate Sword Intent!"

"Innate Sword Intent? Guess wrong, that sword just wasn't Innate Sword Intent, this is Innate Sword Intent!"

The voice fell, and Lin Yun's eyes burst into a little brilliance, dazzling like a star.

The previously majestic sword intent was reborn, like a new life.

This sword intent, empty and clear, is absolutely dusty between heaven and earth, ethereal and agile, not stained by dust, and the sound of the sword is like a fairy.

boom!

The majestic sword intent born on his body rushed to the sky in the blink of an eye, and the long sword in the hands of the Quartet in Longmen Square was no longer able to be controlled, humming and trembling.

"Damn, I can't control it!"

"This sword intent is too strong..."

A few times before, he was able to barely control his own sword, but now, when the truly complete Innate Sword Intent was activated by Lin Yun, many swordsmen present could no longer control the sword in their hands.

rub rub!

A long sword with a hilt, blooming with light, broke through the air.

"This sword, I will return it to you for Big Brother Xin Jue!"

The cold light in Lin Yun's eyes flashed with cold killing intent, if Brother Xin Jue was still there.

If Brother Xin Jue is still there, the sword that also contains the innate sword intent will also fall on the opponent's head.

In the cycle of heaven, good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

Bang!

An indescribable sword glow bloomed from Lin Yun's hand. This sword was like the scorching sun of the rising sun.

"Damn, I will never lose, never!"

A crazy look broke out in Qin Yu's eyes. He bit the tip of his tongue and roared, pushing the Xuan Yang Art to the limit. Under the skin on his face, faint flame lines appeared, which looked very strange.

The terrifying Xuanyang True Essence stirred up in his body again, and an even more terrifying aura erupted from his body than before.

Even if Lin Yun has mastered the Innate Sword Intent, for the position of the top leader, he will do whatever it takes to fight and there is no way out.

When he raised his hand, there was another palm glow condensed by flames, which collided heavily with the flying sword glow.

Bang!

In just a moment, this huge king's battle platform could no longer support it, and it fell apart and completely collapsed.

It was like a mountain that collapsed in front of everyone.

Boom!

The battle platform of the king, which was hanging hundreds of feet in the air, completely became a ruin, turned into countless waste stones, potholes, and piles on the ground.

Click!

In the center of the storm, someone saw a figure piercing the palm light, and then Qin Yu's body suddenly retreated.

In the air, blood spurted out.

It's Qin Yu!

Under the sword light that contains the innate sword intent, even if he has pushed the Xuan Yang Art to the limit, he is still unable to resist.

His chest was stabbed with a sword, the wound was terrifying, and blood was still dripping down.

"I lost."

Seeing such a scene, many people sighed softly in their hearts, if there is no accident, it must be Lin Yun's.

The difference is a little too obvious.

However, to be able to witness the birth of the miracle, everyone is still a little excited. It is an honor to witness a big scene that has not been seen for many years.

"waste."

Suddenly, a cold snort came out calmly from Lin Yun's mouth.

It was as if the ground was struck by thunder, and it erupted in the hearts of everyone. Lin Yun actually said that the eldest prince was a waste?

The eldest prince Qin Yu, what kind of person.

Regardless of identity or strength, in this Daqin Empire, they are all at the top, aloof and invincible. He has always humiliated others, there is nothing he can't get, and no one dares to offend him.

But right now, Lin Yun actually called the opponent a waste in the final battle of the Dragon Gate Competition.

How humiliating?

He didn't give the other party any face at all, and everyone was shocked.

Qin Yu, who was already injured, suddenly turned ashen, a little unbelievable, as if he had heard it wrong.

"What did you say?"

Qin Yu roared with anger in his eyes.

"Aren't you one of my mere sword slaves, are you worthy of competing for the top spot with you? Right now, you can't even compete with me as a mere sword slave. What is it if you're not a waste?"

Lin Yun looked indifferent, shouted in a deep voice, burying flowers in his hands, trembling.

If it were an ordinary person, no one would believe that the First Prince was a waste, and he would even be laughed at.

But at the moment, Lin Yun, who had defeated the opponent, seemed to have a lot of weight.

Bang!

In the ruins, Lin Yun held a funeral flower and stepped out again.

In the display of the Seven Profound Steps, the figure was like a frightening giant, and it came to the other side in the blink of an eye.

Shuiyue Sword Technique, Tenth Sword, Sky Broken Cloud!

The moment the sword was uttered, the terrifying sword-blade storm condensed into a roaring tornado. Qin Yu suddenly felt extremely horrified, the terrifying pressure was approaching step by step, making him feel completely invincible despair.

Damn, why is this...

Qin Yu's heart was full of endless unwillingness, knowing that he might not be able to stop this sword, he still rushed to kill him.

He continued to use Xuanyang True Essence, and he didn't even notice the faint lines of flames on his face. He was crazy.

Bang bang bang!

One after another terrifying palm light slammed on the blade storm like a gust of wind, and a loud noise broke out. The sound of the storm has all weakened, but every time the bombardment, the force of the shock will make Qin Yu spit out blood.

"horrible."

"Is this eldest prince crazy?"

After several bombardments, Qin Yu's face was as pale as paper.

The people who watched it were terrified. In this case, not admitting defeat would be tantamount to courting death.

After more than a dozen palms, the blade storm was abruptly smashed by Qin Yu.

"kill!"

But he didn't have time to smile, Lin Yun held the funeral flower in front of him, the surging real energy was madly agitating, and the funeral flower sword slammed out in anger.

retreat! retreat! retreat! retreat!

Qin Yu's mouth kept overflowing with blood, completely unable to match Lin Yun's sword stance, so he could only keep retreating.

The eldest prince at the moment, with his hair disheveled, covered in blood, was extremely embarrassed.

Where is there a little bit of princely demeanor!

In the snow scene that day, he scolded Fang Qiu, smashed the elite of Qingxuanhui, and married Xinyan in public. The mighty guard of honor stretches back and forth for ten miles in the wind and snow, what a sight.

Even if Xinyan was snatched away in public by the young man, she could still say that she dared to take part in the Dragon Gate Competition, and I would take your life.

But right now, it is no exaggeration to say that it is a lost dog.

Bang!

Inevitably, Qin Yu was hit by a sword, burst out on the spot, and fell into a pile of abandoned rocks.

Lin Yun put the sword back in its sheath, dodged and flew over.

boom!

In the moment that just passed, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted in the gravel pit. There is a terrifying breath, born from the deep pit, it is a chilling roar.

Wuhun!

It's Martial Spirit, the first prince Qin Yu has sacrificed Martial Spirit.

No one would have thought that the eldest prince would dare to sacrifice his martial spirit when he knew he would lose.

Aren't you afraid that after the damage of the martial spirit, all beings will not be able to step into the Purple Mansion?

But the next moment, everyone's expressions changed drastically, but it was Qin Yu who rose into the air, and behind him was a fiery red flame sparrow, flashing three mysterious lights.

The martial spirit of the third rank of Xuan level!

Not only the Xuan-level martial spirit, but also the martial spirit that had reached the third rank of the Xuan-level. When the bird spread its wings, the overwhelming power of flames temporarily forced back the pressure of Lin Yun's Xiantian Sword Intent.

"Xiao Jiannu didn't expect that the martial spirit of this prince is the flame bird of the third rank of Xuan level, with the blood of the ancient Qingluan."

Qin Yu's expression was grim, as if he had sacrificed this martial spirit, he was under great pressure, and said coldly: "This martial spirit, every time you sacrifice it, you have to endure the pain of burning your body with flames. You forced me to burn me to ashes. Bar!"

Whoosh!

As soon as the voice fell, the Yanque Martial Spirit of the third rank of Xuan level, spread its wings and attacked, and it seemed that everything was going to be burned.

"not good!"

Everyone was shocked, and they never expected that Qin Yu actually had such a hole card.

Next to the Ziqing Throne, the old man in black who had been standing behind the eldest prince, sneered again and again. He looked at Lin Yun with a hint of mockery in his eyes, the villain was triumphant.

If Qin Yu really only has this talent, how could he be favored by Xuanyang Hall.

He will also hand Xuan Yang Jue to him as an exception.

But the next moment, the smile on his face solidified on the spot.

boom!

The Primordial Fierce Soul Candle Dragon appeared in the world, and it has engulfed a ferocious soul, and now it has also entered the Xuan level. But just like this, it didn't surprise him, what surprised him was.

Another fierce soul suddenly appeared behind Lin Yun.

Poor odd!

Zhulong and Qiongqi, the two ancient evil spirits, appeared at the same time, and they burst out with monstrous ferocity.

The flaming bird that was rushing, was not even close, but was hurled up by two ferocious spirits at the same time, tearing it apart on the spot.

"Do not!"

Qin Yu spat out blood and knelt down on the spot.

With the appearance of the two evil spirits, the young man stood proudly in the ruins of the Dragon Gate battle platform. It seems to be proclaiming, some kind of existence.

In today's Daqin, who can be proud of the world? Only I, Lin Yun!