MTL - Return of the Divine Emperor-Chapter 22 One after another

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"How can it be"

When Lin Beihua was blasted out, there were over 100,000 people in the whole square, all eyes widened. Only Yun Han and Yun Xuan had a strange look.

"Hum, even the elder is not Yan's opponent, what is Lin Beihua!"

"The Lin family thought they were eating us, but they didn't realize that Yandi didn't take Lin Beihua's eyes at all!"

"The younger brother before the disappearance was Tianyu City's first genius. After he returns, he will still be the first genius of Tianyu City!"

Yunxuan murmured in a low voice. Many people in the Yun family next to him heard his voice, staring at each other incredulously, "What, even the elders are not the main rivals"

"The elder is a well-known master of the ninth-order Starfield! Even he is not the opponent of the young master. Isn't it that Lin Beihua, the eighth-order Starfield, will be defeated?"

"No wonder Lin Beihua was blown out with just one punch!"

"Hey, this time the Lin family is going to lose their wife and lose their troops, not only the Uyin Iron Mine will lose to us, but even Lin Beihua's life will not be saved."

The people of the Lin family were extremely ugly, but soon their faces sneered again. The strength of Yun Qingyan did surprise them, but they made perfect preparations for the duel.

"Yun Qingyan, I didn't expect you to hide so deep, even I lied to it!" Lin Beihua forced the pain from his arm and looked at Yun Qingyan very lowly.

"However, do you think you can beat me just like this?" Lin Beihua sneered, rushing towards Yun Qingyan violently.

When the two were more than 50 meters apart, when Lin Beihua rushed to half, he suddenly uttered a squeak and pulled out the long sword hanging around his waist.

Suddenly, a white light burst out, and people who were close to Yantai immediately felt the bitter coldness.

"That sword" someone exclaimed, staring at the long sword in Lin Beihua's hand.

"That is the magic weapon of the king's inferiors!"

"Oh my God, if you read it correctly, it should be the purple frost sword of the king!"

"Isn't Zishuang sword the sabre of the Lin clan's patriarch? How did it appear in the hands of Lin Beihua? Shouldn't the Lin clan lent the clan sabre to Lin Beihua for this fight?"

"Well, I have to say that the Lin family is really shameless. With Zishuang Sword in hand, Yun Qingyan is undoubtedly defeated!"

People in the Yun's family who originally thought that the victory was in sight, after seeing Zishuang Sword, their faces were ugly, and they all scolded the Lin family for shamelessness, shameless!

"Patriarch, what should I do? Lin Beihua has a purple frost sword in hand, and the young master is afraid."

"Patriarch, the Lin family is so shameless. Let's stop this fight. Otherwise, not only the spiritual medicine garden may not be guaranteed, but even the safety of the young master is afraid."

Everyone in the Yun family looked at the patriarch Yun Han.

However, before Yun Han made his stand, all of the Lin family suddenly surrounded him, especially Lin Chengyang, staring at Yun Han with a stern look.

His eyes seemed to say again: I want to stop my level before I say it!

"Lin Chengyang, are you the Lin family so shameless? The contest between the two juniors, but even the magic weapon of the king-level subordinates are dispatched!" Yun Han looked angrily at Lin Chengyang Road.

"Shameless? Yun Han, as the head of a clan, please pay attention to your tone! There is no rule in this contest that you cannot use the magic weapon of the king level!" Lin Chengyang sneered and sneered.

Huh!

The long sword roared in a vacuum. It was just a face-to-face time. Lin Beihua had rushed to Yun Qingyan's body. "You can force me to use the purple frost sword. You can die without regrets!"

As soon as Lin Beihua's voice fell, Zishuang Sword had been chopped down. Along with it, there is a Frost Sword Qi, an ordinary martial artist, facing the Frost Sword Qi, can't raise the thought of resistance at all.

But just before the purple frost sword was about to chop Yun Qingyan, the figure of Yun Qingyan disappeared. Due to the speed of disappearance, few people at the scene captured this scene.

The rumbling, the lost purple frost sword, chopped to the ground, stirred up the strong smoke of the sky, and cracks like spider webs appeared on the ground of the platform, spreading rapidly in all directions.

"This, is this the power of the king-level magic weapon?" Many people have widened their eyes. For them, the king-level magic weapon exists in the 'hearing'. In reality, they may not see it for a lifetime. once.

Just when everyone thought that Yun Qingyan was already fierce and fierce, Lin Beihua's cold humming sounded suddenly, "Yun Qingyan, I didn't expect you to be able to hide this way. However, if you dodged this sword, you could do it A sword? "

"What's the matter? Couldn't Yunqingyan be dead?" Many people had accidents in their eyes. After the smoke cleared, Yunqingyan's figure appeared again in the eyes of everyone.

Yun Qingyan was still in that red robe, with her hair hanging down to her waist without any clutter.

The scabbard with a mysterious pattern on his back radiated a scorching light in the sunlight.

"Is it dazzled?" Someone muttered suddenly. Just for a moment, he seemed to see a tremor in the empty sword sheath on Yun Qingyan's back.

"This time, I let you have nowhere to hide!" Lin Beihua rushed to Yun Qingyan again, the purple frost sword waving continuously, the sword body was still far from Yun Qingyan, but the frost sword gas had swept over.

Yun Qingyan used the magic monkey to transform into a phantom, avoiding the frosty sword gas from the burst. However, although Frost Sword was avoided, Lin Beihua was getting closer and closer to him. Once approached by the sword body of Zishuang Sword, Yun Qingyan would not be so easy to avoid it.

"Yun Qingyan retreated!"

"Hey, he doesn't back up, he dare not move forward!"

"However, if he retreats like this, sooner or later, there will be no retreat! After all, the ring platform is so large that it can never be dropped below the ring platform."

Sure enough, after half a minute, Yun Qingyan had been forced to the edge of the ring platform and reached the point where there was no way back.

"Cut the sky, is it almost absorbed?" Yun Qingyan's lips moved slightly, the voice was extremely subtle, as if talking to himself.

"Buzzing" a slight wave appeared on Yun Qingyan's back.

"Not yet?" Yun Qingyan's eyebrows frowned. Although he had been dodging Frost Sword Qi just now, in fact, he was absorbing the Frost Sword Qi with his sword sheath.

Fighting against the spirit of chaos in the space channel, not only he was severely wounded, but even the celestial sword and the celestial sheath of celestial swords suffered considerable trauma.

For them, healing is not taking elixir, but eating other magic weapons. Although the purple frost sword in Lin Beihua's hand is only a magic weapon for the king-level subordinates, it is also a magic weapon after all. For the sword scabbard, it still helps to restore strength.

"It's too slow, I'll change it!" Yun Qingyan whispered.

"Hahaha, Yun Qingyan, this time, I see how you hide!" Seeing that Yun Qingyan had been forced to the edge of the ring platform by himself, Lin Beihua laughed loudly, and the purple frost sword stabbed like a bamboo.

"Hide? Are you worth it?" Yun Qingyan frowned, and he suddenly faced Lin Beihua.

"God, is Yun Qingyan crazy?"

"Facing the Purple Frost Sword, Yun Qingyan's move is tantamount to death."

"He's done!" Someone said, at this time Yun Qingyan had entered the attack range of Zishuang Sword.

"Uh-" But soon, the crowd watching the game widened their eyes.

"Zizi Shuangjian was taken away!"

"Is this what I read wrong? The purple frost sword in Lin Beihua's hand was taken away!"

The pleasing square was silent for a moment, and it was still silent, as if even the sound of breathing and heartbeat stopped at this moment.

Yun Qingyan swung the purple frost sword that he captured, and a frost sword that was almost half a meter thick burst out. A loud bang made a large pit deep on the ground of more than ten meters!

The purple frost sword was in Lin Beihua's hands, not even one-tenth of its power was exerted, but Yun Qingyan only exerted a 100% power with a single wave.

"The sword itself is not a good sword. It falls in your hands, and it is even worse than broken copper and iron!" Yun Qingyan held a long sword. The red robe was windless and automatic, and the back felt like a peerless peerless Sword God.

"Yun Qingyan, you" Lin Beihua looked at Yun Qingyan, with a sudden appearance of fear in his eyes. This was the second time he had shown fear to Yun Qingyan.

The first time was three years ago when Yun Qingyan severely injured Lin Wei with only one move.

At that time, Yun Qingyan was still the first genius of Tianyu City, while Lin Wei was the second genius, but this second genius was just hit by Yun Qingyan with just one move.

"Damn, that feeling came back three years ago," Lin Beihua called in humiliation. The feeling was that when facing Yun Qingyan, he could only fear and look up.

"Hua'er, don't" Just then, Lin Chengyang under the ring, seemed to have a premonition of what Lin Beihua was going to do, and couldn't help yelling.

"No? Why not?" Many people looked at Lin Chengyang, who was suddenly surprised, with a miserable look.

"Look at it, Lin Beihua took out an elixir!" The crowd turned back to the ring, and saw Lin Beihua take out a blood-colored elixir from her arms.

People close to Yantai immediately smelled the pungent **** gas from the medicine.

"For the glory of the family!" Lin Beihua on the platform, looking at Lin Chengyang below, showed a bleak smile, "Daddy, please take care!"

Immediately after Lin Beihua's voice fell, he swallowed the elixir with acrimonious blood.

"I'm conceited, or I shouldn't be conceited to you, you are always you, always the one who looks at the whole Tianyu City, and no one is qualified to be vain in front of you!" Lin Beihua looked at Yun Qingyan There was no hesitation and coldness, but an unprecedented calmness.

However, unlike his calm look, the momentum on his body is rising.