Chapter 468

Candle Dragon, Qiong Qi!

In the ruins of the king's battle platform, two evil spirits entrenched behind Lin Yun, showing the young man's figure extraordinarily domineering.

Qin Yu, who collapsed on the ground, was extremely pale, and there was an extremely unbelievable look in his eyes.

it's over...

He was completely finished, and the trump card he relied on the most was also vulnerable in front of the two evil spirits on the opposite side.

There is no way to fight against Lin Yun anymore.

Why, Liu Shan retired from the competition and Xin Jue was killed, this Dragon Gate Competition was changed to his stage.

But why, why this humble sword slave, he laughed at the end.

"Lin Yun wins the final battle!"

The referee glanced at the situation of the two in the ruins, and said in a timely manner.

Won!

The people from all over the Longmen Square were shocked, beyond words.

Jiange Lin Yun, this boy whom no one is optimistic about, has created the greatest miracle in a thousand years. In the absence of any precedent, through the hell mode, counterattack all the way, and finally defeat Qin Yu.

At this moment, the figure of the youth in Tsing Yi on the stage of the king's battle is eye-catching and dazzling.

"Top of the list!"

The elder Luo Feng of High Heaven Sword Pavilion sighed heavily, this little guy is really not easy.

No one thinks he is weak, no one thinks he is not talented enough, just thinks that he is too young. Maybe three years later will be his stage, but three years is too long, just now, just recently, in front of everyone, he has ascended to the top of the Dragon Gate Competition.

Speaking of which, this little guy's entry review is still up to him.

Thinking about it, he was still quite proud, Luo Feng stroked his beard with a smile on his face.

"Hahaha, first, first, first!"

Li Wuyou clenched his fists tightly and smiled extremely happily. At this moment, he was really happy for Lin Yun.

Xinyan didn't speak, but her eyes were full of brilliance, and tears flashed in her eyes.

This young man was her. She personally excavated it in the snow field in Mobei. Alone, he entered the imperial capital with a sword, thinking about the difficulties he encountered during the assessment.

In the dark forest, the sniping encountered, the provocation encountered in the sword pavilion.

After the death of the eldest brother, he carried the promise that in the snowstorm of the imperial capital, one person and one sword would block the eldest prince's army of thousands of horses.

Along the way, he has not been easy.

I have carried too much pressure that outsiders can't see, and sadness that I can't understand.

But in the end, he came to the end and stood at the pinnacle of the Great Qin Empire.

"I got rich."

In the crowd, a young man with a hat held a jug with a soft smile. Thinking of myself, the bet placed at the top of the Xianyun Building, I don't know how many times it will be multiplied.

Some are happy, some are worried.

Hunyuanzong Wen Yanbo, since Lin Yun showed the Innate Sword Intent, his face has never smiled again, and it is extremely stiff.

The group of Yunxiao Jiange, facing Lin Yun, can be said to hate Lin Yun, and they most hope that Lin Yun will die in Qin Yu's hands. Right now, his face is extremely ugly.

The people of the Xuantian Sect were collectively silent, not saying a word, and their expressions were gloomy.

On the Ziqing Throne, King Qin, who had not spoken from the beginning to the end, closed his eyes with a heavy expression on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

On the contrary, Young Master Fenghua next to him had a strange look in his eyes, and seemed to be smiling.

It's just that the veil covers her peerless face, and she can't see the whole picture.

So far, all the rankings of the Dragon Gate Competition have been determined.

The leader, Lin Yun!

As for the others, it doesn't seem to be that important anymore, and everyone's eyes are on Lin Yun.

"First? No, I, Qin Yu, are the ultimate first!"

Qin Yu, who was struggling to get up, had a ferocious expression on his face. After hearing the result of the referee's announcement, his eyes showed a crazy look.

"Prince Qin, the result has been decided..."

"Go away!"

The referee frowned slightly and wanted to stop Qin Yu, but he was startled when he saw the mad hatred in his eyes.

If he doesn't let go, this person is afraid that he will shoot himself.

To block or not to block?

Given Qin Yu's current situation, he was afraid that if he made a little more effort, he might kill the opponent.

The referee flashed helplessness in his eyes and let it go.

Bang!

Qin Yu raised his hand and slammed towards Lin Yun, who had already retracted his sword and scabbed his martial spirit.

Having exhausted his true essence, he forcibly ran the Profound Yang Art, and a terrifying flame pattern appeared on his face, which looked very hideous.

Lin Yun frowned slightly, seeing that something was wrong with the other party, and he seemed to be showing signs of going crazy. He flashed a little and backed away.

"Hey, I'm afraid, just you sword slave, how can He Dehe compete with me for the first place!"

Qin Yu was crazy, and kept shooting, one after another, the head of the sky-shattering, rolling in with boundless flames.

Bang bang bang!

The powerful palm light erupted with a loud noise in mid-air, and the terrifying aftermath was agitated everywhere.

Everyone was shocked, is this eldest prince really crazy?

The result has been decided, do you think that if you mess around like this, you can change the result of the Dragon Gate Competition?

It's too naive.

Seeing that the opponent's palm became more and more fierce, Lin Yun had to be forced to take over his palm.

If you fight back so desperately against Fa, if you hit yourself, you will be injured not too lightly.

Lin Yun was not stupid enough to let the other side bombard him.

"stop!"

At this moment, the man in black next to the Ziqing Throne suddenly burst into a loud drink before King Qin could speak.

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while, and stopped the movements in his hands.

Bang!

But just as he stopped, Qin Yu's palm slapped his chest fiercely.

Pfft!

The other party's Xuanyang True Essence escaped into his body and swept under it, burning the meridians and internal organs, and blood stains overflowed from the corner of Lin Yun's mouth.

"Hey, this battle is not over yet. No one can judge me to lose. I am the Prince of Daqin, and I am the first in the list!"

Seeing that Lin Yun was smashed back by his own palm, Qin Yu's eyes became more and more crazy.

Without thinking about it, another palm shot towards Lin Yun.

Can't bear it, no need to bear it anymore!

Does this Qin Yu really think he is afraid of him?

"court death!"

A cold light flashed across Lin Yun's eyes, and while the Ziyuan Sword Art was in motion, he raised his hand and greeted him.

Pfft!

At the moment when the palms touched, Qin Yu spat out blood on the spot, and was slapped and flew out, vulnerable to a single blow.

Whoosh!

But as soon as Qin Yu landed, a figure came out of the sky and looked at Lin Yun coldly: "Old man, I told you to stop, didn't you hear?"

It was the man in black who had been standing behind Qin Yu and guarding the way for him.

"I've stopped. It was this person who continued to kill like a mad dog, and I was forced to fight back. Could it be that you made me stand still and let this bastard be beaten to death? Sorry, I can't do it!

"

Lin Yun looked indifferent and responded strongly.

"Who are you, and why did you trespass on the battlefield?"

The referee not far away frowned and asked.

"Old man, the deacon of Xuanyang Palace, Ji Yun! Qin Yu is my uncle's disciple. I'm worried about his safety, can't he come to power?"

The man in black glared at the referee with a cold face.

Deacon of Xuanyang Palace!

The voice fell, and the audience suddenly burst into an uproar, thinking of bursts of exclamations.

Xuanyang Palace, which is the sect of the overlord when looking at the entire Nanhua Ancient Region. The horror of its power, the people of the Great Qin Empire, can't imagine.

Not to mention a deacon, even if it was just a small disciple, no one in the Daqin Empire would dare to provoke him.

"Xuanyang Hall... No wonder this eldest prince dares to be so presumptuous. With the support of Xuanyang Hall, he really has such a rogue qualification."

"Yeah, I'm afraid he pretended to be crazy and killed Lin Yun, so he wouldn't be responsible."

"Lin Yun won the first place in Qin Yu's hands, and I'm afraid he will offend the Xuanyang Palace to death."

"In the past, I heard that the power behind Qin Yu was Xuanyang Palace, but now it seems that the rumors are true."

When learning the identity of the man in black, the audience was shocked, and the expressions of the people in High Heaven Sword Pavilion also changed.

Whoosh!

Elder Luo Feng's figure flashed, and he first fell into the ruins, stopped in front of Lin Yun, and looked at Ji Yun coldly.

The rest of the disciples and elders didn't care too much, they swarmed up and protected Lin Yuntuan in it.

"Your Excellency, even the deacon of the Xuanyang Palace, it would be too rude to reprimand my disciples of the Jiange Pavilion like this."

Luo Feng looked solemn, said in a deep voice, and looked at other places cautiously.

"Father, I'm so uncomfortable..."

Suddenly, no one thought that Qin Yu, who was slapped by Lin Yun's palm, had an extremely painful look on his face.

Everyone stared at it and was surprised.

Seeing Qin Yu's face, flame lines penetrated, and blood stains appeared on his face.

"Do not!"

King Qin, who had been silent for a while, suddenly changed his face, and in a flash, he came to Qin Yu's side.

But just as he was about to approach, there was no sign that Qin Yu was on fire. In the eyes of the public, there was a painful and shrill scream, and the King of Qin and the deacon of the Xuanyang Hall were willing to save each other, but it was too late.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Yu was burnt to ashes, and he couldn't die any longer.

This……

The audience was shocked, and their eyes were raised in an uproar.

Qin Yu is dead.

Burning to ashes out of thin air in front of everyone is incredible.

But many people have strange gleams in their eyes, thinking of something, but they don't speak.

Go on fire!

There is no doubt that the four words that pop up in the minds of these people who have doubts are all crazy.

It was a taboo for him to rashly cultivate the earth-level exercises, when he fought against Lin Yun on the battlefield.

Many people have already seen the clues, and there are flame patterns on their faces from time to time, which are hideous and terrifying, and it is obviously a sign that they cannot fully control Xuanyang's true essence.

After the defeat, the oil is exhausted.

Even a normal person should not act at this time, but this Qin Yu is still strong.

Step by step, he pushed himself to the brink of death.

His death can't be blamed on anyone but himself.

But obviously, some people don't think so.

"Lin Yun! You are so courageous, the competition is over, and you still dare to kill my son. Why don't you put this king in your eyes?"

King Qin, who was looking at the pile of ashes, looked at Lin Yun and was furious.

The killing intent on his body surged out, and the terrifying aura made everyone in the audience tremble deeply. This is, this is the anger of the Heavenly Soul Realm powerhouse!