After hearing what the short-haired boy said, Lin Yun stood there indifferently, looking at the short-haired boy with a calm face, his eyes full of contempt.
There is no intention to activate the martial spirit at all.
Don't even plan to use the sword!
"What do you mean?" The short-haired boy was completely stunned.
Is this guy still competitive?
What exactly does it mean?
"Is it necessary to use martial arts to deal with you? You think too highly of yourself!" Lin Yun sneered disdainfully and closed his eyes directly after speaking.
"You..." The short-haired boy's face instantly turned red to the color of liver.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't use his martial spirit, he doesn't even take out his sword.
What's even more disgusting is that now he has even closed his eyes.
This is simply outright contempt!
"Asshole, how dare you underestimate me! I want you to die!"
The short-haired boy shouted angrily, and a strong vitality burst out from his body, and his whole body's aura suddenly increased.
His vitality fluctuations are very powerful, completely incomparable to Liu Tianliang who fought against Lin Yun in the martial arts examination!
The onlookers were all sweating for Lin Yun.
The Jiang family is the leading swordsmanship family in Yuzhou. It has Xuan-level sword skills and techniques as its inheritance. It has been practicing swordsmanship for generations and has been passed down for thousands of years. Talents have emerged in large numbers and there are many masters.
Anyone from the Jiang family would be considered a top swordsman in a small town like Qingyun City.
At present, the attainments of these two young men in swordsmanship are probably no worse than those of Qingyun City's number one swordsman, Cao Shangfei.
However, facing such a powerful enemy, Lin Yun did not even draw his sword, and even simply closed his eyes in ignorance. This was simply tantamount to committing suicide!
Phantom Sword Technique!
The short-haired boy swung the long sword in his hand very fast, forming dazzling phantoms of sword light.
"Such a strong sword energy! Is this the core inheritance of the Jiang family - Phantom Sword Technique?"
"It is said that this is a middle-grade Xuan-level martial skill! Even the Grass-cutting Sword Technique of Flying on the Grass is far less than one ten thousandth of this set of sword techniques!"
Everyone looked at the short-haired boy in awe, exclaiming in admiration.
Cao Shangfei's "Grass-cutting Sword Technique" is a high-grade Huang-level martial skill. This is already the top level in Qingyun City.
Xuan level martial arts skills are extremely rare in the entire Yuzhou County, and few big families can master them.
And the Xuan-level middle-grade martial arts are unique to the Jiang family. It is no exaggeration to say that they are the top martial arts in Yuzhou County.
Even if this short-haired boy only has a superficial grasp of the "Phantom Sword Art", he is by no means comparable to the swordsmen of Qingyun City.
At the moment when everyone was amazed, the short-haired boy rushed to Lin Yun like lightning.
One after another, phantoms of sword light struck Lin Yun one after another.
The attack was decisive and ruthless, and the sword pointed directly at the vital point.
Although they talk about fighting, in reality they are deadly!
It can be seen that the purpose of these two teenagers is to take Lin Yun's life!
At that moment, everyone held their breath subconsciously, and the miserable scene of Lin Yun being torn into pieces could not help but appear in their minds.
However, the picture that everyone imagined next did not appear.
The moment the sword light approached, Lin Yun suddenly opened his eyes.
The mysteries of spirituality - down to the smallest detail!
At that moment, the world in Lin Yun's eyes completely slowed down.
Those phantom-like sword lights turned into slow-moving sword blades in Lin Yun's eyes.
Every millimeter of movement is like a meter.
"Slow! Too slow!"
Lin Yun stood calmly on the spot, not even moving his feet. He just moved his upper body slightly sideways and easily avoided the sword lights.
"What!"
The short-haired boy had a look of shock on his face, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He obviously didn't expect Lin Yun to be able to avoid his attack.
He immediately launched a more violent offensive, slashing out more than a dozen swords in a second, intertwining into a sword net, completely blocking Lin Yun's escape direction.
but!
No matter how fierce his attack was, Lin Yun could always avoid it with just a hair's breadth at the critical moment.
Every movement, every movement seems to have gone through millions of calculations, and every sword light can be avoided in the smallest and most energy-saving way.
From the beginning to the end, not a single sword fell on Lin Yun.
After washing the essence and cutting the marrow, Lin Yun's body seemed to be unchained, and his speed had greatly increased. Now that he was in a subtle state, it was naturally easy to avoid the attack of the short-haired boy.
The ridiculous short-haired boy boasted about Haikou just now, saying that he could defeat Lin Yun within three moves.
And now he had used countless tricks. Not only did he fail to kill Lin Yun, he didn't even touch a hair on Lin Yun's body.
This is simply asking for humiliation!
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
The short-haired boy became angry with embarrassment, and the sword swung in his hand accelerated again and again.
Just when the last sword of the whole set of sword techniques was struck.
Lin Yun turned sideways, and at the same time as the sword blade passed in front of him, he gently pinched it with two fingers, precisely pinching the weakest point on the blade.
Break it violently.
Snap!
The blade was broken on the spot.
The front half of the sword was caught between Lin Yun's fingers.
The second half of the sword hilt was held in the hand of the short-haired boy.
The short-haired boy was shaken by the huge force and his mouth was numb, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Phantom Sword Technique? Is it so vulnerable?!" Lin Yun sneered sarcastically.
Take one step forward.
His palms stretched forward like lightning.
The fragments of the sword blade between his fingers turned into streaks of cold light, passing close to the short-haired boy's head and disappearing in an instant!
The whole process only takes a moment.
In just the blink of an eye, the fragment of the sword blade returned between Lin Yun's two fingers with his retracted right hand.
But the short-haired boy's handsome short hair has been completely shaved off, revealing his bald head, shining in the sunlight.
Each hair is cut close to the scalp, with a length error of no more than one millimeter, making the entire head look round and smooth, as if it was made by a top barber!
With this superb craftsmanship and this astonishing speed, if you open a hair salon to shave your hair, you will definitely make a fortune.
The short-haired boy... no, it would be more appropriate to call him the bald boy now.
His whole body felt as if he was being electrocuted, and he stayed motionless on the spot. Even the cold sweat on his forehead seeped into his eyes, and he did not dare to reach out to wipe it away.
He knew better than anyone else that if Lin Yun wanted to kill him at that moment, he would be a dead man now.
Lin Yun's movements were really too fast!
So fast that he couldn’t see clearly!
"I...I admit defeat!" The bald boy endured the humiliation in his heart and said with a face full of unwillingness.
It's ridiculous that he said before that he wanted to see the power of a heaven-level martial spirit.
And Lin Yun not only didn't use martial arts, he didn't even use weapons, so he defeated him lightly. How ironic is this?
"Admit defeat?"
A cruel smile appeared on Lin Yun's lips: "Do you really think you can spar whenever you want and admit defeat whenever you want?"
They wanted to get rid of Lin Yun in the name of competition, but now they want to admit defeat if they can't win?