Just when Lin Yun saw this 'void ferry', a man suddenly appeared on the boat and looked at Lin Yun with interest.
This is the face of a man who looks very young, but his eyes are so deep that he seems to have spent endless years.
Lin Yun just looked at him and felt a little uncomfortable all over.
The two of them were like this, one on the boat and the other under the boat, looking at each other.
After a long time, a smile appeared on the man's face. This smile was very cheerful.
"Welcome." Lin Yun didn't expect that the man's first words would be this. He was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
"I am the Phantom King, and you should be the savior prophesied by the Dragon God." The Phantom King was wearing an ordinary black dress. He looked very young and did not look like a creature from tens of thousands of years ago.
His face was as pale as paper, and the expression in his eyes was very calm, but it revealed a sense of superiority.
Lin Yun didn't like this feeling very much, so Lin Yun pulled out the Demon-Slaying Sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the Phantom King.
As soon as the Demon-Slaying Sword was released, the majestic sword pressure instantly swept across the entire world.
"Why do you have a void ferry?" Lin Yun asked calmly, observing the Phantom King carefully.
Although the Phantom King did not reveal any aura, he gave Lin Yun the feeling that the danger level was even more terrifying than that of Ye Shenghui.
A first-level martial master has been suppressed for tens of thousands of years. I wonder how much strength he can regain today from tens of thousands of years ago?
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. After tens of thousands of years, the prophecy of the Dragon God has finally appeared." The Phantom King was still so calm, making a 'please' gesture towards Lin Yun, and said to himself.
"Tens of thousands of years ago, after the Dragon God suppressed me, he predicted that tens of thousands of years later, a martial sect would come to this world, carrying his aura."
"As long as I kill you and seize the energy in your body, I can return to my hometown."
Lin Yun frowned and sneered, "This is different from what I heard."
What the Phantom King said was completely opposite to what the old elf said, and Lin Yun couldn't help but doubt whether it was true or false.
"Normal." The Phantom King seemed not surprised at all and said with a smile, "The Dragon God left two prophecies, so tens of thousands of years ago, you and I were destined to have a battle today."
"You die, I live."
"If you live, I will die."
"But it's obvious that you can't defeat me!"
Lin Yun did not answer him, but expressed his position with a sword.
The Demon-Slaying Sword is covered with a layer of faint purple energy, which is the dragon's breath belonging to the power of the true dragon.
When the immortal energy on the sword blade reached its limit, Lin Yun clenched the Demon-Slaying Sword with both hands and slashed forward.
Immediately, a beautiful purple sword energy broke through the sky, and instantly turned into a sword energy several feet wide. It first swept along the ground, and when it got close to the hull, it suddenly upwards, slashing with a devastating force.
He faced the Phantom King.
Accompanied by the harsh buzzing sound, the sword energy carried terrifying power and arrived in front of the Phantom King in the blink of an eye.
"Kid, you really have a bad temper." The Phantom King smiled faintly, suddenly raised his right hand, stretched out his index and middle fingers, and pinched them into the void.
The terrifying sword energy suddenly stopped, and was caught between the Phantom King's fingers.
However, the next second, before the Phantom King could finish his triumph, a long and piercing roar came through the air.
The Phantom King looked up, but he didn't know when Lin Yun had formed a fist with his left hand and rushed towards him.
"It's interesting. A small martial arts master can have such speed and strength. I think I underestimated you." Although the Phantom King affirmed Lin Yun, his body remained still and allowed Lin Yun to hit him with a punch.
on his chest.
A punch carrying the blood of a giant is enough to shatter any indestructible city. However, this punch was ineffective when it hit the Phantom King.
Lin Yun felt that his fist hit a layer of slippery sponge, and he was unable to use all the strength in his body.
But Lin Yun's face did not reveal a trace of surprise. At this moment, the Phantom King suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on Lin Yun's left shoulder.
Immediately, a terrifying and unparalleled force spread from the depths of Phantom King's Dantian to his left arm, and instantly placed all its strength on Lin Yun's shoulders.
Immediately, Lin Yun groaned, and his left shoulder seemed to have suddenly pressed down on several mountains, with irresistible force that made all the bones in his body squeak.
Lin Yun's knees were slightly bent, and this force actually forced him to surrender to the Phantom King.
"Come! Surrender to me! Kneel down before the great Phantom King!" The Phantom King looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter full of ridicule, as if he was laughing at why Lin Yun had the courage to fight against his ruthlessness.
The 'King' above!
"Ha!" Lin Yun sneered, and in a flash of his mind, a powerful aura spurted out of his body like a stormy wave.
Lin Yun's knees slowly stood up straight, and there was a trace of horror on the Phantom King's face, but there was still a faint smile.
Lin Yun's momentum gradually climbed to the extreme, and the 6,000-degree high temperature on his body suddenly exploded, accompanied by golden light and golden flames.
"Interesting!" The Phantom King nodded with satisfaction. It took tens of thousands of years for him to find a rival.
He originally thought that Lin Yun was just an ant that he could trample on at will, but he didn't expect that Lin Yun actually gave him a huge surprise.
The third stage of the Demonic Nucleus Crystal!
Ever since Lin Yun met the Phantom King, he had canceled the energy of the Demonic Core Crystal.
Just to use his own strength to estimate the power of the Phantom King.
Now he has a low point in his heart. Tens of thousands of years of suppression have forced the Phantom King from the first-level Martial Lord realm to the ninth-level Martial King peak realm.
The World-Destroying Divine Sword Jue - The First Style.
Lin Yun held the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand and stepped behind him with one foot.
Suddenly, Lin Yun's figure shot out like an arrow from a string.
At the same time, a fleeting purple sword light appeared in front of the Phantom King.
At the same time that Lin Yun's figure disappeared, the purple sword light had already slashed towards the Phantom King's face.
The Phantom King's expression did not change, he ducked to the side and easily dodged the purple sword light.
Before the Phantom King could stand firm, Lin Yun had turned into a shadow, raised the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand, and struck at the Phantom King with one strike.
The Phantom King raised his arm like black iron and blocked it in front of him.
boom--!
The two clashed, gold and iron clanged together, and violent sword energy shot out in all directions.