Long Bajiao coldly snorted and pulled out the sword, directly activating the vitality in her body, then flew up from the ground and stabbed Lin Yun from top to bottom.
"You don't need to intervene, I will deal with him alone!" Lin Yun thought, and the skull sword instantly appeared in his hand.
The World-Destroying Divine Sword Technique—The First Style!
Lin Yun slammed one foot on the ground, and his body instantly rose into the air, facing Long Bahuo head-on.
The two figures met each other in mid-air, and the weapons in their hands collided violently, causing sparks to fly.
Ding!
With a crisp sound, the two figures separated quickly in mid-air.
Long Bahuo and Lin Yun were equally matched, each fell back five meters and fell to the ground.
Before Long Bahuo could recharge his strength after landing, Lin Yun rushed up with lightning speed and launched another fierce attack on Long Bahuo.
The World-Destroying Divine Sword Technique—The Third Form!
Lin Yun waved the sword with one hand, and the blade disappeared from his hand in an instant, leaving only countless fleeting afterimages of the sword light, intertwined vertically and horizontally into a dense network of swords, and densely packed towards Long Bahuo.
Seeing this, Long Bahuo hurriedly poured her vitality into the sword and activated the Phantom Sword Technique as quickly as possible.
He thrust his sword forward, instantly forming more than a dozen phantoms of sword light, which collided with the dense sword network from different angles, making a series of sounds of gold and iron clashing.
Long Bajuan was in the middle stage of a third-level martial arts master, and his strength was not as good as Jiang Nanjian in his heyday.
In anyone's opinion, he had no hope of winning against Lin Yun. It was precisely for this reason that Yun Xiaoyao dared to rest assured and handed Long Bahuo over to Lin Yun to deal with.
Under Lin Yun's fierce offensive, Long Bahuo soon became unable to resist, and had no choice but to use her last trump card.
An extremely violent energy burst out from Long Bahuan's body and gathered into a unique sword behind him.
The surface of the sword's blade was engraved with strange swirling patterns. Its surface exuded a green shimmer, and it was obviously a Xuan-level martial spirit.
Lin Yun did not stop his offensive against Long Bahuan just because he activated his martial spirit.
Long Bahuan still insisted on parrying Lin Yun's attack, and it seemed that nothing had changed.
The swords in their hands collided with each other at a very high frequency. However, Lin Yun felt that he was getting weaker and weaker as he fought, while Long Bahuo became more and more powerful as he fought.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Yun was unable to suppress Long Ba Prostitute, and was instead suppressed by Long Ba Prostitute.
Seeing Lin Yun, who had an absolute advantage before, suddenly fell behind. Everyone was confused and couldn't understand what was happening now.
Yun Xiaoyao immediately reminded Lin Yun: "Lin Yun, retreat quickly. Long Bajiao's martial soul ability allows his own attacks to have the special effect of absorbing the opponent's power."
"You must not be hit by Dragon Tyrant's weapon, even if it hits you. In this way, your power will be continuously weakened, and his power will become stronger and stronger!"
After hearing Yun Xiaoyao's words, Lin Yun immediately retreated more than ten meters and looked at Long Ba Prostitute with vigilant eyes.
After Long Bahuo activates his martial spirit, every time the sword in Lin Yun's hand collides with Long Bahuo's, Lin Yun's strength will weaken a little.
After putting distance between him and Long Bahuo, Lin Yun's strength stopped weakening. This was obviously because of Long Bahuo's martial soul ability.
"What? Do you feel that your strength has become weaker?" Long Bajiao looked at Lin Yun jokingly and said to Lin Yun in a provocative tone.
Lin Yun did not speak, but a large amount of vitality erupted from his body, converging behind him into a divine sword that was completely black and glowed with bright golden light on its surface.
The moment the Demonic Sword appeared, the entire scene was enveloped in an ancient aura.
Lin Yun's radiance was flying, his clothes were fluttering with the wind, and his aura was rising steadily, as if he had suddenly changed into a different person.
When a large amount of the bright golden light from the Demon God's Sword converged on the blade, Lin Yun's aura instantly reached its peak.
Seeing Lin Yun's heaven-level martial spirit, Long Bahuan's expression became very solemn, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He couldn't help but look around, wanting to see if reinforcements from the Jiang family had arrived, but he didn't see any reinforcements from the Jiang family.
Just when he was complaining in his mind that the Jiang family's reinforcements were too slow, Lin Yun had already rushed forward unstoppably.
Reinforcements from the Jiang family have not yet arrived, and Long Bajiao is isolated and helpless. At this time, there is no other way but to bite the bullet!
Long Bahuan was heartbroken and raised his sword to face him head-on.
Just as the two were about to collide, Lin Yun's body froze instantly, and his hands and feet could no longer move, and he could only let his body move forward with the inertia.
Long Bachuo originally thought that Lin Yun's sword would be faster than his own. But he didn't expect that Lin Yun's sword actually stopped midway, allowing him to take the lead and strike at Lin Yun's neck.
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Phew!
Accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing apart, the sword blade actually embedded half an inch into Lin Yun's neck, and then sent Lin Yun's stiff body flying away.
At that moment, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, obviously not expecting Lin Yun to lose.
Even Long Bajiu himself couldn't believe that he actually killed Lin Yun, who even Jiang Nanjian couldn't defeat with one sword.
Lin Yun flew backwards more than ten meters away and landed stiffly on the ground with a loud noise.
"Brother Yun!"
"Lin Yun!"
"Little brother!"
Lin Ying, Yun Ruoxi, and Yun Xiaoyao immediately gathered around, anxiously checking Lin Yun's situation.
Lin Ying immediately knelt down, held Lin Yun in her arms distressedly, and hurriedly took out the tenth-grade healing elixir that Lin Yun had refined for her, and carefully fed it into Lin Yun's mouth.
Yun Ruoxi and Yun Xiaoyao both looked at Lin Yun with worried faces.
At this time, Lin Yun had a bright red incision on his neck. However, the incision was only half an inch and was not fatal.
But in addition to this bright red incision, there were also a large number of tiny black-red blood drops seeping out from the pores on Lin Yun's body, making his skin appear an abnormal black-red color.
"Brother Yun... Wuwu..." Seeing Lin Yun's appearance, Lin Ying's tears instantly flowed down like a downpour, unstoppable.
Not only Lin Ying, but also Yun Ruoxi's eyes quietly showed a trace of tears.
Yun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, frowned in confusion: "What's going on? It can't be the damage caused by Long Ba, the prostitute!"
Yun Xiaoyao knew very well that Long Bahuo's martial soul ability relied on attacking to absorb the opponent's power. It was impossible for Lin Yun to become like this.
Even Long Ba Prostitute was wondering why Lin Yun became like this.
After swallowing the tenth-grade elixir, the wound on Lin Yun's neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.
However, the skin all over his body did not stop overflowing with black and red blood drops. Instead, it got worse and worse than before. The skin even cracked with fine lines!