While the disciples were having a heated discussion, Lin Yun suddenly escaped from the sunken wall.
After his feet fell back to the ground, Lin Yun moved his body as if nothing had happened. Except for the scratches on his clothes, there was no damage at all.
All the disciples' discussions disappeared in an instant.
They all looked at Lin Yun with shock on their faces, and their eyes were full of disbelief.
"What! It's completely fine? How is this possible?!"
"It's incredible to be able to withstand such a horrific attack and survive unscathed!"
All the disciples originally thought that Lin Yun would survive even if he was kicked by the deacon.
But no one expected that Lin Yun would actually stand there as if nothing had happened.
Not only the disciples, but even the deacons had expressions of surprise on their faces at this time, obviously they did not expect that Lin Yun's body could be so strong.
Even if he didn't use all his strength in this kick, he still used almost 70% to 80% of his strength.
An ordinary third-level warrior would have absolutely no chance of surviving after being kicked by him.
No matter how good Lin Yun's physical fitness is, it is impossible for him to remain unscathed after being kicked!
"The last thing I say is, get out of here!" Lin Yun shook his hands that were numb from the shock, and then pulled out the sword from his waist.
The tone of his words could be said to be impolite. It was as if he was not talking to the deacon, but to an annoying gangster.
After the sword was pulled out with a clang, a majestic energy burst out from Lin Yun's body, filling the entire space instantly.
A divine sword that was completely black, engraved with arcane runes on its surface, and shining with golden light, suddenly appeared behind Lin Yun.
At this moment, the entire scene was shrouded in a layer of ancient prehistoric pressure.
All the disciples couldn't help but take a step back and kept exclamating from their mouths.
"Is this the legendary heaven-level martial spirit? What a terrifying aura!"
"I always thought that Lin Yun's heaven-level martial spirit was a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true!"
"So strong! The aura is really stronger than Jiang Nanjian's martial spirit. This is definitely a heaven-level martial spirit!"
Seeing Lin Yun activate the heaven-level martial spirit, the deacon also had a look of horror on his face.
The deacon knew very well that such a highly talented person must either not be offended or completely eradicated!
Lin Yun possesses such talent, so he will naturally be highly valued by the Martial Arts Mansion. He, as a deacon, cannot touch it casually. Even if Lin Yun violates the rules of the Martial Arts Mansion, he would not dare to actually execute Lin Yun on the spot.
Since Lin Yun cannot be completely eradicated, we can only try not to offend him, lest he grow up to hold grudges and retaliate in the future.
Thinking of this, the deacon took a deep breath and said to Lin Yun: "Lin Yun, I know you are very anxious to enter the inner disciple's wing, but as the deacon who guards the inner disciple's wing, it is my duty to stop you.
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At the same time as the deacon spoke, he also pulled out the long sword from his waist: "But I can give you a chance. If you can still be safe after receiving my sword, then I will make an exception and let you in."
As he spoke, the deacon had concentrated a large amount of vitality and high density on the long sword.
Seeing this scene, the corners of the mouths of all the inner disciples drew a dangerous arc.
The gazes they looked at Lin Yun instantly became cold, as if they were looking at a corpse.
After taking the sword from the butler, do you still want to be safe?
What a joke!
In the entire inner sect, there is no disciple who can survive the deacon's sword unharmed.
In the eyes of all the disciples, the deacon completely planned to execute Lin Yun on the spot!
Under the cold gazes of everyone, Lin Yun poured all the power of the Demon God's Sword into the sword in his hand.
With the blessing of the power of the martial soul, the surface of the sword's blade instantly bloomed with a dazzling golden light, and Lin Yun's sword power instantly reached its peak.
The World-Destroying Divine Sword Technique—The First Style!
Lin Yun kicked back with one foot, and shot forward like an arrow from a string. Carrying a bright golden sword light, it shot straight towards where the deacon was.
The deacon also stepped back with one foot and slashed towards Lin Yun with his sword in one hand.
The deacon did not use a martial spirit or perform a martial skill, just an ordinary sword.
But even this simple sword contained an aura that was even greater than Lin Yun's sword.
This is the power of the ninth-level warrior!
brush!
brush!
Two sword lights collided in mid-air.
Two figures also passed by each other in mid-air.
The two stopped five meters away from each other at the same time.
Neither of them looked back, they just stood there quietly with their swords raised high in the air.
And the group of onlookers' disciples all looked at the two men with bated breath, waiting for the final result.
Everyone thought that Lin Yun would collapse immediately.
But what is surprising is that after several seconds, Lin Yun still did not fall down.
"You successfully caught my sword. Now you can go in. I keep my word." The first person to speak to break the silence was the deacon. After saying this, he put the long sword back into his scabbard.
Lin Yun also retracted his sword, his aura quickly faded, and the martial spirit behind him dissipated.
The scene was filled with elegance and silence.
All the disciples stared at Lin Yun with their mouths open, as if they wanted to find wounds on Lin Yun's body.
However, no matter how they searched, they could not find any wounds on Lin Yun's body.
"How is that possible! This Lin Yun was actually unscathed after receiving the deacon's sword!"
"I...I must be dreaming, right? A third-level warrior and a strong man in the ninth-level warrior realm can fight each other with a sword, and they are still unharmed!"
"I dare say that there is absolutely no disciple in the inner sect who can do this!"
"No...it wasn't the deacon who let the water go on purpose, right?"
All the disciples could not believe what they saw with their own eyes. This picture was so shocking that it simply subverted their concepts.
Lin Yun didn't say anything. After putting the sword back into its scabbard, he rushed straight towards the inner disciple's wing.
The moment Lin Yungang rushed out, the deacon's voice sounded again: "I know your purpose of going in, so before you go in, I want to give you a piece of advice."
"There are some people you can't afford to offend!!"
When he said the last sentence, the deacon deliberately emphasized his tone, as if he was reminding Lin Yun of something.
It was obvious that the deacon knew something, but he did not dare to say it openly.
After hearing the deacon's advice, Lin Yun still didn't speak, and his progress didn't stop at all.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Yun rushed into the corridor of the inner disciple's wing. His seemingly thin body was completely submerged in the darkness...