Chapter 469

The King of Qin was furious, and the audience was instantly terrified!

Everyone had originally thought that the Dragon Gate Competition was about to end with Lin Yun topping the list, but no one thought it would turn into such a scene.

Qin Yu went into trouble and died, but King Qin put the account on Lin Yun.

First was Ji Yun, the deacon of Xuanyang Palace, and then King Qin, who was a powerhouse in the Heavenly Soul Realm, and everyone in Lingxiao Sword Pavilion instantly became under great pressure.

Especially Lin Yun, King Qin stared at him with murderous intent.

It seems that the next moment, it will be shot to kill it.

"You're so ruthless, you got the capital of the list, and you still want to kill the killer?"

Ji Yun, the deacon of the Xuanyang Palace, looked at Qin Yu who was turned into a pile of ashes, and his face immediately turned dark.

He was sent to Daqin by the sect to be responsible for protecting Qin Yu's safety.

But the other party, but the dead scum is not left, which makes him explain how to return to the sect. "

"King Qin, the death of the eldest prince probably has little to do with Lin Yun. Anyone with a bit of brains can see that Qin Yu died because of his infatuation. How can Lin Yun be blamed?"

Luo Feng's expression was solemn. Although he felt a lot of pressure, he still fought hard.

"Are you trying to say that this king is out of his mind?"

King Qin said with a cold smile on his face.

"Don't dare. But everything has to be rationalized!"

Luo Feng's forehead showed a large amount of sweat, and he felt the killing intent on the other side, which was obviously much heavier.

I felt helpless in my heart, this King Qin had completely lost his mind because of the death of the eldest prince.

But even so, Luo Feng still did not retreat half a step, facing each other directly.

"He killed the disciples of the Xuanyang Palace. Even the leader of the Dragon Gate Grand Competition does not have the privilege of immunity. If you don't let Deacon Ji Yun handle it, what is the face of the Xuanyang Palace? Can you take the responsibility of High Heaven Sword Pavilion?"

King Qin responded coldly with an expressionless face.

"well said."

In the VIP seat, Wen Yanbo smiled gloomily: "If Xuanyang Palace is to blame, it's not just about your High Heaven Sword Pavilion, but the whole of Daqin will be implicated."

"King Qin is right. No matter what, this Lin Yun must be handed over to the deacon of Xuanyang Palace. Otherwise, your High Heaven Sword Pavilion will be against our entire Great Qin!"

The leading elder of Yunxiao Sword Pavilion, rolled his eyes, and responded instantly.

Immediately afterwards, several major sects spoke out at the same time, supporting King Qin and the deacon of Xuanyang Hall in dealing with Lin Yun.

All eyes fell on Lin Yun.

The young man should have been dazzling and left the Dragon Gate with glory, but he didn't expect this farce to happen suddenly.

Under the power of Ji Yun and King Qin, many sects who had grudges against Jiange completely isolated the young man and wanted to kill him.

Perhaps in their opinion, this Lin Yun was not qualified to win the top spot from the beginning to the end.

Everyone in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion looked extremely ugly. They didn't expect Xuanyang Palace and King Qin to be so domineering, and they had to deal with Lin Yun in public.

How to deal with it?

Is it to abolish his cultivation, or take his life and cut off his arm?

There is no doubt that Xuanyang Palace and King Qin have the strength and qualifications to do it, but how can everyone in Jiange agree?

"Hand over Lin Yun!"

Seeing the terrifying sound of shaking, Ji Yun took a step forward with a cold face.

The cultivation base of the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm is crazy, and the terrifying coercion is not much worse than that of King Qin in the Heaven Soul Realm, which is really surprising.

"What a terrible coercion!"

"Is this deacon of Xuanyang Hall planning to punish Lin Yun in public?"

"Too domineering!"

With the support of King Qin, Ji Yun's arrogance became more and more arrogant, domineering and unreasonable.

"Lingxiaojiange, do you really want to go against my Xuanyang Palace?"

Seeing that Luo Feng and other elders were still unmoved, and surrounded Lin Yun, Ji Yun shouted coldly.

Xuanyang Palace!

Even if the four major sects of the Daqin Empire are added together, the hegemonic forces of the ancient South China region cannot equal to 1% of the Xuanyang Palace.

Even if this Ji Yun was alone, no one dared to say anything more about how domineering and unreasonable he was.

"Go away!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Ji Yun lost his patience, raised his hand and slapped it.

Bang!

It is also the Xuanyang Palm, but in his hands, the power is much stronger than the Xuanyang Palm in Qin Yu's hands.

Luo Feng and others bore the brunt of it, but they still haven't reacted.

He was blasted out on the spot by the rolling palm light, protecting Lin Yun's formation, and was torn open on the spot.

"Xuanyang Palace is doing business, and those who block me will die!"

Ji Yun sneered, his eyes fell on Lin Yun, and immediately a few figures flew over, trying to capture Lin Yun.

Regardless of whether this Lin Yun is at the top of the list, if Qin Yu died because of him today, Xuanyang Palace would not be able to let this kid go.

A terrifying aura erupted from Rang's body, and the sky seemed to be gloomy.

Seeing that Lin Yun was under such pressure, everyone from all over the world could not help but secretly sweat.

This Xuanyang Palace is a bit overbearing and completely unreasonable.

What does Qin Yu's death have to do with Lin Yun?

Just because he is a disciple of Xuanyang Palace, he can ignore everything and punish Lin Yun?

Who will be convinced?

nobody!

But in this world, there is no right or wrong, the strong is justice, and the strength to crush everything is the truth.

No matter how much you sympathize with Lin Yun, you can only watch this era, shake off the many elders of the sword pavilion, and push towards Lin Yun step by step.

"Xuanyang Hall... It's so majestic."

But at this moment, there was a cold hum from the crowd. It was not loud, but it clearly rang in everyone's ears.

Whoosh!

A figure fell from the sky and appeared in the ruins of the Longmen Battle Platform. He was dressed in a mink robe, had gray hair, and had a wrinkled face that had been weathered.

He looks like an ordinary fisherman, but when looking into his eyes, no one dares to underestimate this person.

In those turbid eyes, a fierce light burst out, piercing the heart like a sharp sword.

"There must be some rules in this world. Who dares to move Lin Yun today, first ask the sword in this old man's hand!"

The old man who suddenly appeared, with calm words, set off a shocking storm in this Longmen Square, shaking people's hearts endlessly.

Who is it?

Even the Daqin Imperial Family and the Xuanyang Palace did not take it seriously, and insisted on protecting Lin Yun.

The old man was wearing a mink robe, his long hair was as white as snow, and his face was full of vicissitudes, but his words were so loud that no one dared to underestimate him.

Countless eyes fell on the suddenly appearing old man, guessing his identity.

"Sword Thirteen!"

Many older elders recognized the Thirteenth Master, and their expressions suddenly changed dramatically. This is the legend of the Daqin Empire back then. He was still in Daqin, and he was the younger generation of Jiange.

"It's Jian Shisan. Fifty years ago, he was known as the leader of Daqin. According to rumors, he left Daqin a long time ago."

"It's really surprising that Jian Shisan is still alive and appeared in Daqin."

Many old people are extremely surprised in their hearts, this Jian Shisan is a legend when they were young. Back then, he stood firm with one hand and was amazed at Da Qin. After he and Jian Xuanhe failed to compete for the position of pavilion master, he never appeared again.

Fifty years ago, he and Jian Xuanhe were both the evil spirits of the sword pavilion and swept the younger generation of Daqin.

It is a nightmare for many people. The elders of many sects present have suffered a lot in the hands of this sword thirteen.

Seeing him suddenly appear, how not to be surprised.

But although he is a genius in the sky, he is still a little too big to be against the deacon of Xuanyang Hall.

No matter what, Xuanyang Hall is the overlord-level sect of Nanhua Ancient Region.

Even if Ji Yun is just a deacon, his strength and background are enough to make the powerhouses in the Heavenly Soul Realm jealous.

Not to mention King Qin.

His sword thirteen, can he stop Ji Yun?

"Where's the old thing from, go away."

Sword Thirteen?

Ji Yuan had never heard of it, a master of the Qin Empire dared to compete with Xuanyang Hall.

The mantis arm stops the car and is beyond its own power.

Seeing Ji Yun's palm, trembling frantically, in an instant, a huge flaming palm, shining generously in the void, slapped the Thirteenth Master fiercely.

The huge palm and five fingers are spread out, like a stone pillar reaching the sky, and they are suddenly grabbed, as if it contains heavenly might.

Click!

The Thirteenth Master didn't even look at it, raised his hand with a sword, which seemed to contain Tianwei's palm, was pierced by the sword light in an instant, and disappeared.

"This……"

Ji Yun's expression was shocked. How could this be possible? Even if he was a powerhouse in the Heavenly Soul Realm, he couldn't easily crack it.

Old man, what is your identity?

He looked at Master Thirteen, and the expression in his eyes became unnaturally stiff.

"It's been a long time since no one has spoken in front of me like this, but it's just a deacon of the Xuanyang Palace. Even before the heavenly soul arrives, he dares to be presumptuous in front of this old man! Kneel down!"

The Thirteenth Master gave Ji Yun a cold drink, like a thunderbolt, and his voice contained the sword intent.

Extremely domineering!

When Ji Yun was struck by lightning on the spot, he only felt a heavy thump in his chest, and opened his mouth to spit out blood.

There is a great sword intent, like a mountain, pressing down.

No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, this invincible deacon of Xuanyang Palace. In front of the crowd, he fell off the altar and knelt down in public.

"Sword Thirteen!"

Seeing such a scene, everyone in Longmen trembled violently. The strength of this old man completely subverted everyone's impression.

"Senior, who is the master? If the junior made a rude remark just now, please forgive me... But I am the deacon of the Xuanyang Palace, don't go too far!"

Ji Yuan knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth, and said word by word.

Between the words, there is absolutely no prestige and arrogance just now.

"Palm mouth."

Jian Shisan looked indifferent, and slapped him in the air. With a snap, Ji Yun was slapped with blood on the spot.

He didn't even look at the other party, looked directly at King Qin, and snorted: "The holy messenger didn't show up, what qualifications do you have, King Qin, to join forces with Xuanyang Hall to deal with Lin Yun?"

The King of Qin said coldly: "Dragon Gate Big Competition Returns to Longmen Big Competition, but the personal affairs of my Daqin, the Holy Envoy can't handle it. Since the Holy Envoy didn't show up to stop it, he obviously acquiesced to me to handle this matter, Qin Yu's death. , Lin Yun must pay the price!"

"Then you can try it out!"

Master Thirteen raised his eyebrows coldly and shouted in a deep voice.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense, and it was much more terrifying than the fight with Ji Yun just now.

These are two powerhouses of the Heavenly Soul Realm, vying for each other!

Everyone was immediately nervous, and no one could guarantee that the Thirteenth Master and the King of Qin would fight.

With their strength, can they escape from the aftermath of the fight between the two.

"People cannot be resurrected from the dead. If the father, the king, kills a dead person who is self-inflicted, and ignores the people of Daqin Liming, there is no need to continue to sit on the throne."

Just in the confrontation between Jian Shisan and the King of Qin, it was out of control. In the Longmen Square, I suddenly thought of a cold and arrogant voice, like the sound of clouds and snow falling on the top of the mountain.