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Chapter 169

Flying swords and spiritual energy collided in the air.

There was only a "dang" sound, and the momentum of the flying sword paused slightly.

Before the first puff of spiritual energy dissipated, Lin Shen sprayed it with a second puff, hitting the flying sword again, and finally deflected it diagonally and swung it to the other side.

Seeing this, Lu Wansong couldn't help but frown.

"This junior's spiritual energy is not weak. Could it be that he has a second-grade spiritual vein?"

At the end of the day, Lu Wansong's heart was filled with murderous intent.

As a demon cultivator, he naturally had no favorable impression of the human race, and even said he hated and hated the human race. Naturally, he did not want to see another powerful monk from the human race in the future, so he became more determined to kill Lin Shen here today.

Lu Wan let go and pointed, and the flying sword that had swung out suddenly turned around and struck Lin Shen again.

But halfway through the flight, Lin Shen had already spurted out a breath of spiritual energy.

This time he planned to get rid of it once and for all, he directly sprayed out nine mouthfuls of spiritual energy, and hit the flying sword one after another like a collision of mountains and rocks.

Immediately, there was a "stab" sound, like the sound of cracking silk, and the flying sword's light dimmed, and it staggered in the air as if drunk.

Lu Wansong's complexion changed, he quickly recalled the flying sword, looked at it intently, and suddenly felt great pain in his body.

The flying sword has been damaged, and without a few months of spiritual energy, don't expect it to recover.

This is one of his only two mysterious weapons!

The demon clan's weapon refining skills are poor and they don't have a large number of magic weapons like the human clan.

Even for demon monks, it is not easy to obtain a mysterious weapon.

More often than not, they were killed and taken from human cultivators.

Only in terms of magic weapons, demon monks are much worse than some human Mingqiao realm practitioners.

"Damn junior, how dare you break my flying sword!"

Lu Wansong shouted sharply, opened his mouth and spat out a ball of iron death spiritual energy, heading straight towards Lin Shen.

At this moment, the nine spiritual energies that had previously repelled the flying sword had returned to Lin Shen's chest, but they were only about half of their original size.

Lin Shen didn't care either. He didn't have much else but the aura tube.

Seeing the dark red spiritual energy coming, he spurted out two mouthfuls of spiritual energy without thinking.

Just hearing a "chi" sound, the two breaths of spiritual energy and the iron death spirit energy disappeared into nothing.

At this time, not only Lu Wansong was stunned, but Miao You who was watching the battle was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

You must know that Lu Wansong is a third-level spiritual cultivator with a third-level spiritual vein. The iron death spiritual energy he cultivated is so powerful that even her Xunfeng spiritual energy is more than inferior!

Now it has been reduced to nothing by two non-attributed spiritual energy, which is simply unbelievable!

Could it be that what Lin Shen forged was a first-grade spiritual vein?

Most likely!

Only a first-grade spiritual vein can condense such powerful attributeless spiritual energy!

Miao You's heart immediately stirred up huge waves, and she looked at Lin Shen intently, her eyes filled with shock.

Although she had vague expectations before, she was still shocked when she actually discovered that Lin Shen had forged a first-grade spiritual vein.

After all, that is a first-grade spiritual vein!

The legendary excellent appearance!

Everyone who meets this person is a person with great reputation in Dongkaido and even Dongshenzhou!

Lu Wansong was equally horrified and looked at Lin Shen dumbfounded, speechless.

This junior actually forged a first-grade spiritual vein!

For a moment, Lu Wansong felt jealous and shocked at the same time.

Being promoted to a monk with a first-grade spiritual vein, the Xuanguang stage is almost within easy reach. How can he not make him extremely jealous?

After coming back to his senses, Lu Wansong felt more murderous intent in his heart.

No matter what, we must kill this junior!

Otherwise, when he grows up and fights back with Miao You, not only him, but also that adult will not be able to resist it!

The ferocious look in his eyes flashed away, and Lu Wansong spat out three mouthfuls of iron death spiritual energy again.

Lin Shen smiled slightly, and six mouthfuls of spiritual energy came directly to meet him. In the blink of an eye, both the spiritual energy of Tie Shen and Tie Shen disappeared into nothing.

Lu Wansong's expression became more and more gloomy, he gritted his teeth and took in three more mouthfuls of spiritual energy.

He didn't believe that the other party could really remove all his spiritual energy, so he would fight to the end today, even if the energy in his chest was exhausted, he would kill this junior!

Miao You on the side watched the battle intently, his expression gradually becoming serious.

The battle between monks, minus the magic weapons and techniques, is essentially a competition of spiritual energy.

Under normal circumstances, attacking the enemy with spiritual energy will not completely consume the spiritual energy.

Just like Lin Shen just used nine mouthfuls of spiritual energy to damage the flying sword, only part of the spiritual energy was lost, and it can be replenished later by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

However, the current confrontation between Lin Shen and Lu Wansong is different.

The auras of both sides annihilated each other and both turned into nothing.

In this situation, the spiritual energy is completely dissipated, and the spiritual energy needs to be re-condensed later, which is far more time-consuming and labor-intensive than replenishing the spiritual energy.

Before the spiritual energy is condensed again, the monk's own strength will be greatly affected.

Therefore, when monks fight, they usually avoid complete annihilation of spiritual energy, and at least retain a trace of fire as a source of recovery.

It is very rare that such an extremely dangerous situation occurs!

In the blink of an eye, Lu Wansong had a total of eight Iron Death Spirits removed.

There are a total of twenty-nine iron death spiritual energy in his body, and he used twelve of them before severely injuring Miao You.

Although it has not completely dissipated, only a small part of the twelve meteorite iron auras are left, and their power is greatly reduced.

At this moment, eight more bites were taken away, and suddenly there were only nine bites of meteoric iron spiritual energy left.

When Lu Wansong realized this, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"No, we can't continue to fight with this kid!"

Lu Wansong immediately made a decision, gritted his teeth suddenly, spit out the remaining eight meteorite iron auras at once, used the Tyrant Meteor Ax again, and struck Lin Shen head-on!

After using the Tyrant Meteor Ax twice in a short period of time, Lu Wansong's chest was filled with Qi and blood, and there was a dull pain. He knew that he had suffered a backlash, but he couldn't care less about it at this time.

This junior's strength is beyond expectations. If he keeps his hand any longer, he may be capsized in the gutter!

At this moment, Lu Wansong no longer had the confidence to win, and was only filled with strong fear and solemnity.

Facing the dark red giant ax coming from the sky, Lin Shen responded with his spiritual energy as usual.

A total of eighteen mouthfuls of spiritual energy spurted out, hitting the dark red giant ax violently. Although it was quickly crushed and disappeared, the dark red giant ax also shrunk by half after receiving this blow.

The remaining strength fell on Lin Shen, and the golden light flashed away, blocking it easily.

Lu Wansong's eyes twitched when he saw it, and he became more and more jealous.

Other monks are very careful about spiritual energy, but this junior relies on the large number of spiritual energy with first-grade spiritual veins. He doesn't care about the various changes in the operation of the method, and only uses the amount of spiritual energy to overcome it.

But then I thought about it, this junior has just been promoted not long ago, and has not even transformed the five elements of spiritual energy, let alone practiced any martial arts. This is really normal.

It's not so much that I don't want to use the Reiki Mastery method as it is that I can't do it.

If not for this, it would be really difficult for him to defeat this junior!

"Fortunately, this junior's spiritual energy has been almost exhausted!"

Lu Wansong made careful calculations and found that at least thirty-six bites of spiritual energy had been removed from this junior since the beginning of the fight.

Most of the remaining nine spiritual energy were consumed due to damage to the flying sword.

No matter how much spiritual energy a first-grade spiritual vein condenses, it can only be forty-five.

There are only nine remnants of spiritual energy left, which seems nothing to be afraid of!

Although there are only twelve remaining iron death spiritual energy left in his body, it is still not a problem to deal with this junior.

Thinking of this, Lu Wansong felt calm and a sneer appeared on his face again.

Bystanders Qing and Miao You were watching the whole battle and had a clear understanding of their situation. They soon realized this and their expressions suddenly changed.

"Oops, Lin Shen's spiritual energy is almost exhausted!"

Miao You felt anxious in her heart.

Lin Shen suffered a loss because his spiritual energy had not been transformed and he had not yet practiced the method of movement. If Lu Wansong lost one breath of spiritual energy, he would have to lose at least two more.

No matter how much first-grade spiritual energy there is, it cannot withstand such consumption.

"Hahaha, let's see how you can resist this time. I'll give you my life, junior!"

While laughing proudly, Lu Wansong once again spit out the iron death spirit energy and attacked.

Miao You exclaimed when she saw this, but Lin Shen looked calm, with a flash of ridicule in his eyes.

Under Miao You's stunned gaze, he spit out five breaths of spiritual energy in a row, annihilating all the incoming meteorite iron spiritual energy.

Seeing this scene, Lu Wansong's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You, how could you still have spiritual energy?!"

He had just seen clearly that the five mouthfuls of spiritual energy that Lin Shen spit out were perfect and pure, without any loss.

But this shouldn't be the case. The forty-five spiritual energy of this junior was obviously either annihilated or wasted. How could there be any complete and pure spiritual energy left?

Lu Wansong was puzzled.

Suddenly, a startling thought flashed through his mind.

Could it be that the spiritual energy condensed by this junior is far more than forty-five mouthfuls?

With this thought, Lu Wansong couldn't help but be startled.

The maximum number of spiritual veins is forty-five, which is a fact recognized by all practitioners.

To this day, I have never heard of anyone gathering more spiritual veins than this number.

"Or maybe this junior has practiced some kind of technique that can quickly restore spiritual energy! That's right! That must be the case!"

As if grasping at straws for survival, Lu Wansong affirmed his thoughts again and again.

However, Miao You on the side didn't think so.

Lin Sheng had only been promoted for less than half a day, how could he possibly practice a technique that could quickly restore spiritual energy?

Even if you practice, it is impossible to recover your spiritual energy in just a few moments.

No pill can be taken so quickly!

If not, then the answer is obvious.

The spiritual veins forged by Lin Shen are superior to the first grade and have an unprecedented quality!

After thinking about this clearly, Miao You couldn't help but take a breath and looked at Lin Shen with shock in her eyes.

She really couldn't imagine what achievements Lin Shen could achieve in the future with a spiritual vein that surpassed the first rank?

For a moment, Miao You couldn't help but be stunned on the spot, feeling in a trance.

Miao You and Lu Wansong were both in shock, but Lin Shen had no intention of stopping.

After annihilating Tie Ming's spiritual energy, he continued to spit out spiritual energy to attack Lu Wansong without using magic weapons, martial arts or techniques.

In fact, there is no need for these. One hundred and eight mouthfuls of spiritual energy would be enough to kill Lu Wansong.

Seeing the spiritual energy coming again, Lu Wansong's expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly, and a burst of white energy surged out from the sleeves of his robe in an instant, with a faint golden-red light mixed in it.

This is Lu Wansong's only second mysterious weapon, called Black Turtle Qi, which is made from the shell of a thousand-year-old spotted turtle and refined with thousand-year black iron.

Although it is in the form of aerosol, it has extremely strong defensive power.

Lu Wansong pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the golden-red light in the mist flashed, forming a shadow that looked like a turtle's back, blocking the front.

The surging spiritual energy hit it, making a roar like a hammer hitting a bell. The black turtle's energy trembled slightly, then stood still.

Lu Wansong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

He doesn't have much spiritual energy left now. If he tries to defend himself against the enemy again, there is a chance that Lin Shen will use his spiritual energy to annihilate him.

Once the spiritual energy is exhausted, you will really be at the mercy of others.

Now this bit of spiritual energy can only be used to control magic weapons to protect oneself.

"The situation is not good for me. I can only retreat first to save my life. Miao You has this junior to protect me. I am no match for me alone. It is better to go back and report to the adults first, and then bring back reinforcements to kill this junior!"

"

Lu Wansong, a dignified third-level Yunling monk, was forced into such an embarrassing state by a junior who had just been promoted to a monk. Lu Wansong couldn't be more annoyed and ashamed.

It's just that the situation is stronger than the person, and he is no match for this junior, so he can only go back and bring in reinforcements.

"Next time we meet, I will definitely whip your Yuanling!"

Lu Wansong glanced at Lin Shen with cold eyes, wanting to rely on the Black Turtle Qi to fight and retreat.

Miao You had fought against Lu Wansong many times and was extremely familiar with the latter. He immediately saw his thoughts of escaping and immediately shouted: "He wants to escape! Stop him quickly!"

Miao You is well aware of the power behind Lu Wansong. Once Lu Wansong escapes and goes back to bring reinforcements, the next time they will face may be the masters from the late Yunling period!

Lin Shen had already noticed Lu Wansong's little move and calmly looked up to the sky and opened his mouth.

In an instant, brilliance shone into the sky, and more than twenty groups of spiritual energy poured out one after another, almost dyeing the entire void with a layer of dense cyan.

Miao You suddenly froze on the spot.

Lu Wansong also looked at this scene with dull eyes, his mouth wide open and speechless, with only one thought lingering in his mind.

How much spiritual energy does this junior have?

call!

Before Lu Wansong could figure it out, the spiritual energy in the sky was falling like stars and the moon!

Black Turtle Qi can easily block a mouthful of spiritual energy, and can barely block seven or eight mouthfuls of spiritual energy, but more than twenty breaths of spiritual energy are far beyond its limit!

With a "boom", the light and shadow on the turtle's back shattered, and the mist suddenly burst away.

Lu Wansong groaned and took seven or eight steps back. When he looked up again, he found that Lin Shen was less than two meters in front of him.

"Rao"

Lu Wansong's complexion changed drastically, and he opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lin Shen stabbed him between the eyebrows with his fingers, and spit out his spiritual energy, instantly wiping out his life.

The spiritual energy then rolled up and crushed Lu Wansong's Yuanling together.

At the level of a monk, even if the Yuanling is separated from the body, it can survive for a short while.

No different than low-level practitioners, once the physical body dies, the spirit will dissipate with it within a few breaths.

For this reason, there is no shortage of secret methods among monks to preserve and escape spirits.

There is even a way to reincarnate Yuanling.

Although such methods often have various side effects, many monks still flock to them.

After all, who doesn’t want to live another life?

As Lu Wansong died, the surroundings returned to silence.

Miao You stared at the situation in front of her, feeling as if she had fallen into a dream, and could not come back to her senses for a long time.


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