"This... how is this possible?" Qing Yi was shocked, but this disciple of the Formation Sect was already killing him, so he hurriedly drew his sword to meet him.
In an instant, the room erupted with sonorous sounds of gold and iron.
Qing Yi was immediately confused and couldn't believe that his martial soul ability had no effect at all on enemies of the same realm.
Even if he is the fifth-level Martial Emperor at his peak, he cannot be affected by his electromagnetic barrier at all.
There was a flash of swords between the two, and it was obvious that this disciple of the Formation Sect had the upper hand, and he was even more leisurely and sarcastic towards Qing Yi.
"Yesterday you were fighting with the disciples of the Sword Sect in the restaurant. I saw you."
"Presumably your martial spirit releases invisible thunder and lightning energy, thereby paralyzing the enemy's body, causing the enemy's reaction, speed, and defense to be greatly weakened, right?"
After hearing what this disciple of the Formation Sect said, Qing Yi gritted his teeth. His martial spirit was clearly seen by the enemy.
"But it's a pity that your martial soul ability has no effect on me at all."
Having said that, this disciple of the Formation Sect also released his heaven-level martial spirit, which turned into a triangular mirror.
"This is my martial spirit, called "Rebound Triangle Mirror". It allows me to bounce all the energy that spreads in waveforms."
"Although my martial spirit has no effect in normal battles, when it comes to you, it can perfectly restrain you."
Hearing the words of the disciple of the Array Sect, Qing Yi's face turned extremely ugly. He never thought that his martial soul ability would one day fail.
"Go and deal with that loser who is so scared that he is about to pee his pants. I will deal with Xia Houxuan. You deal with it as soon as possible, and then come and support us." The boy in white ordered the fat companion beside him.
"Leave it to me, a loser who is not even a fifth-level Martial Emperor. I will let him know that the General League Conference is not for waste like him to come." The obese disciple pulled out his weapon and walked towards Lin Yun.
past.
At the same time, the boy in white also drew his long sword and attacked Xia Houxuan.
"Brother Jiang Yun..." Xia Houxuan frowned and glanced at Lin Yun.
However, the long sword of the young man in white was already in front of her, so Xia Houxuan only activated her martial spirit and raised her sword to face the enemy.
After just a few fights, the boy in white was pushed back nearly ten meters by Ben Xia Houxuan.
The young man in white looked at his palm, a little surprised, and then sneered: "The power rebounded, it seems that your martial spirit is quite interesting."
The young man in white rubbed his wrist, and then continued to mock: "What a pity, Miss Xuan'er. If you are so capable, you can't defeat me."
"I have heard for a long time that Miss Xuan'er is as beautiful as a fairy. In the Xiahou Alliance Martial Palace, she is a fairy that everyone loves."
"Otherwise, if you agree to marry me, I can consider letting you go."
Xia Houxuan's face was full of anger, and then she shouted angrily: "Get out! Stop daydreaming!"
At the same time, the obese disciple was also holding a sharp blade and walked towards Lin Yun step by step. At the same time, he did not forget to say coldly: "Little waste, don't you even dare to move? Don't worry, my sword is very good."
Hurry, I won’t let you…”
His words stopped abruptly, and Lin Yun suddenly turned around, with rings after rings appearing in his eyes.
A hundred generations of reincarnation!
When looking into Lin Yun's growth-ring eyes, the fat disciple's body suddenly trembled, and then he fell directly backward like a log, lying on the ground without any reaction at all.
At this moment, everyone looked stunned.
The young man in white who was fighting Xia Houxuan widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.
The scrawny disciple of the Formation Sect also took a deep breath, took ten steps back, looked at Lin Yun in surprise, and exclaimed: "You...what did you do?"
"Impossible...you loser...you just took a look, why is this happening!"
When they saw their opponents' expressions of disbelief, Xia Houxuan and Qing Yi also turned around and looked in the direction of Lin Yun in confusion.
In their retinas, they saw the fat disciple lying on the ground, lifeless, like a corpse.
Lin Yun, who was next to him, still had his hands behind his back, motionless, as if nothing had happened at all.
"What happened? What did Jiang Yun do..." Qing Yi also looked like a monk with a confused expression.
At this moment, a thought flashed through both his and Xia Houxuan's minds.
Lin Yun, what exactly did he do?
Why was a disciple of the Formation Sect who was a fifth-level Martial Queen and at the same level as Qing Yi lying at Lin Yun's feet like this?
At the moment when everyone was shocked, a cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the boy in white.
He saw that Xia Houxuan was distracted by the scene in front of him, gritted his teeth suddenly, swung his sword and stabbed her in the chest.
This sword cut through the sky, with lightning speed, and reached Xia Houxuan's chest in the blink of an eye.
"Be careful!" Qing Yi happened to see this scene and hurriedly exclaimed.
He wanted to help, but he was far away from Xia Houxuan. If he waited until he came over, the day lily would be cold.
"Jiang..." Xia Houxuan's attention was now completely attracted by Lin Yun. Lin Yun's back was reflected in her retinas, and she did not feel at all that a sharp sword was about to pierce her chest.
Suddenly, Xia Houxuan was shocked to find that Lin Yun in her retina suddenly disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, a bright crescent moon sword light suddenly appeared in this space.
A streak of blood mist shot out, and the posture of the young man in white was still fixed in the posture of drawing a sword, but now there was no sword in his hand.
Where is the sword?
The sword was in the hand of the young man in front of him, and the blade was still dripping with fresh blood.
"No... no... "Lunar Moon Sword Technique"... you... how did you..." The young man in white covered the sword wound in his throat and stepped back with ragged steps.
He didn't want to believe that a small late-level fourth-level Martial Emperor, whom he called useless, could snatch his sword from him in an instant from such a long distance, and use a set of holy-level sword techniques.
, kill him.
Blood spurted out from the cut in the throat of the young man in white. He had no time to do anything to cure him. Lin Yun's sword almost caused his body to be dismembered.
boom--!
With a dull sound, the young man in white fell backward stiffly and died!