Master Yun Ling laughed loudly, with a hint of disdain in his laughter: "Is the sixth level of soul condensation amazing?"
As he spoke, he stood there, motionless, his body as tall as a mountain, then clenched his fists and struck out hard.
His momentum was overwhelming, reaching its peak in an instant, and he even suppressed the ruthless momentum.
The two collided together, and Master Yun Ling took a step back, a blush flashing across his face.
Yin Wuqing, on the other hand, flew directly out for tens of meters, staggered, and took several steps back before landing.
With a "wow" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He looked at Master Yun Ling in disbelief, pointed at him, and exclaimed: "How is it possible? Yun Ling, you are already a seventh-level master of the Soul Condensation Realm?"
"Why is it impossible for me?" Master Yun Ling laughed and said:
"My talent is higher than yours. Although I am more than a hundred years younger than you, my talent is far better than yours, and my cultivation level is higher than yours. Isn't it strange?"
This point just hits the heart of Yin Wuqing's pain.
He taught martial arts under his tutelage and was stronger than others, but he was too old and less qualified than others. He practiced hard just to not be pulled away by others.
But Master Yun Ling is also a proud man of heaven in terms of talent, and now he is even more powerful than him.
He was extremely angry and extremely unwilling.
Master Yun Ling said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and save your life!"
Saying that, he jumped up in the air, rushed over, and fought with Yin Qingwu.
The two of them had fought dozens of blows in the blink of an eye, and Yin Wuqing was instantly at a disadvantage, almost out of breath, and could only barely parry.
He had been hit with three palms in succession and was seriously injured, and his clothes on his chest were stained red with blood!
Master Yun Ling, on the other hand, still looked indifferent.
When Master Zixia and Ren Qingzhu saw this scene, their eyes showed extreme fear, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"So strong, Master Yun Ling is so strong!"
Only then did they realize that Master Yuanling Yunling did not show his true strength at all on weekdays.
At this moment, both of them felt a sense of fear and despair in their hearts. Once Master Yun Ling killed Yin Wuqing, if the score came to be settled, the two of them would have no power to fight back, and they would go straight back to the north and be easily killed.
Now, both of them regretted it very much.
Master Yun Ling punched out again, and this punch knocked Yin Wuwu away again.
However, when he was about to pursue him, he suddenly swayed, groaned, and bleeded from all his orifices.
A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
When Yin Wuqing saw this scene, he suddenly thought of something and laughed loudly: "Yun Ling, it turns out you have been pretending all along?"
"Your strength has not reached the seventh level of Soul Condensation Realm at all. You must have used some secret method to forcibly improve your strength."
"Furthermore, your retreat was abruptly interrupted before, and you also suffered a backlash. Now your true strength should not even reach the sixth level of soul condensation, let alone the seventh level of soul condensation!"
"I just need to wait for a while. When the time for your secret method passes, you will not be my opponent."
A sharp look flashed in Master Yun Ling's eyes, but he was struck by the ruthless words.
Yin Wuqing laughed loudly, stepped back, shouted loudly, and punched out again.
In an instant, thousands of bone spears formed in front of his fist.
The bone spears flew towards Master Yun Ling crazily, but were easily knocked away by Master Yun Ling's punch.
But Yin Qingqing acted as if he didn't see it, and punched out with both fists again. This time, countless layers of white bone fences landed directly from above.
If Master Yun Ling wants to get in front of Yin Wuqing, he has to blow open all these fences one by one. Although this is not difficult for him, it is time-consuming and laborious.
Yin Wuqing's strategy is very clear, which is to delay until Master Yun Ling's time runs out!
Master Yun Ling knew his thoughts very clearly, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Even his current strength is only a little higher than Yin Wuqing's and is very limited.
I don’t know how long it took, but finally, after some coaxing, Master Yun Ling’s aura dropped crazily, and in the blink of an eye, he had dropped from the seventh level of the Soul Condensing Realm to the sixth level of the Soul Condensing Realm.
Moreover, it shows a very weak state, and it is obvious that even this state is very unstable.
Yin Wuqing laughed loudly and said with great pride: "It's my turn now!"
As he spoke, he jumped up in the air, tried his best, and attacked with all his strength.
Master Yun Ling waved his fist to greet him.
But this time, after the two collided, Master Yun Ling fell directly to the disadvantage and was knocked out of the air.
Yin Wuqing continued to pursue without stopping, and finally punched away Master Yun Ling's palms in front of him.
Then, with great speed, he punched ten times in succession, all hitting the same point on his chest and abdomen.
With a click, Master Yun Ling's wide robe filled with magic power could not withstand the powerful force and shattered into pieces, flying away like pieces of butterflies.
His strong body was directly broken by this punch, and his chest and abdomen were a bloody mess!
Yin Wuqing was merciless and unforgiving. By getting close to Master Yun Ling, she launched a frantic attack on him.
Master Yun Ling was no match for him at this time. He was hit by more than a dozen punches in succession, vomiting blood crazily, and his body kept hitting the stone wall.
The stone wall here has been specially reinforced, but when Master Yun Ling hit it, countless cracks appeared in the stone wall. The entire mountain seemed to be shaking crazily as they fought!
Master Yun Ling was seriously injured. He roared and released his martial spirit.
Yin Wuqing sneered: "Are you the only one with a martial spirit?"
"My martial spirit is not weaker than yours at all."
As he spoke, he also released his martial spirit.
Master Yun Ling's martial spirit was at the third level of the Xuan level, but his martial spirit actually reached the fourth level of the Xuan level, beating Master Yun Ling by a head.
The two martial spirits started fighting crazily.
A moment later, the ruthless martial spirit gained the upper hand and directly severely injured Master Yun Ling's martial spirit.
A mournful cry returned to Master Yun Ling's body again.
After another cup of tea, the fighting actually stopped.
Master Yun Ling was lying on the ground, unable to fight back.
His whole body was covered in blood and flesh, his arms were shattered, his legs were shattered, and even his head was shattered in half.
And there were several big holes in his chest and abdomen, exposing the internal organs inside!
At this time, Yin Wuqing walked up to Master Yun Ling and smiled coldly: "Yun Ling, do you have any last words?"
Master Yun Ling stared at him without saying a word.
