After seeing how Ling Hai used his sword to ravage He Sheng, no one thought that Ling Yun could defeat Ling Hai's move.
Even He Sheng had to pay a heavy price before he could barely break free from the sword.
Then Ling Yun will definitely die.
A look of joy appeared in Situ Jing's eyes, wishing that Ling Yun would be killed.
"Nothing more than that."
Instead of evading, Ling Yun closed his eyes.
"Is this, accepting your fate?"
"It's normal. If it were me, I would be desperate and resigned."
Seeing this scene, everyone else felt that Ling Yun knew that he could not resist Ling Hai and resigned himself to death.
However, the next moment he closed his eyes, Ling Yun suddenly made a strange move.
The first of the nine mysterious postures.
Ever since Ling Yun obtained the Nine Mysterious Forms, he had only used them to train his body.
But the Nine Mysterious Techniques, as a method alongside the "Eternal Devouring Heaven Jue", will certainly not be that simple.
Ling Yun had long discovered that in addition to being able to refine the body, it was also a powerful martial art in itself.
It's just that he tried to use it before, but it didn't have much power.
It wasn't until he absorbed the power of thunder this time that Ling Yun finally discovered that the mysterious nine styles had a mysterious qualitative change.
In an instant, a destructive force of thunder spurted out from Ling Yun's palm.
It feels like thunder in the palm of your hand.
Others find it strange.
In their eyes, Ling Yun's actions were like a meaningless display.
How powerful can this kind of attack be?
But at the next moment, an incredible scene appeared.
Crack! The sword finger that shot towards the sword finger Ling Yun instantly shattered after touching the thunder in Ling Yun's palm.
At first, people thought that this was Ling Hai's own control, and he was going to perform "Sword Wrapping into Thread".
Soon they discovered that after the sword fingers disintegrated, they indeed turned into countless sword threads.
However, these sword threads exploded one after another before they could wrap around Ling Yun.
Not only that, the countless sword energies that were blown up were rolled back towards Ling Hai under the impact of the destructive thunder.
"What?"
Ling Hai's pupils suddenly shrank.
This scene was completely beyond his expectation.
The strategizing look on his face disappeared in an instant, and the spiritual power in his body surged, but instead of attacking, he retreated violently.
While retreating violently, he punched several times in succession to resolve the destructive energy that came from the impact.
But before he could take a breath, Ling Yun performed a second mysterious move.
The second form of the nine mysterious postures.
In mid-air, the power of thunder and lightning, which was originally scattered, suddenly condensed and turned into a thunder fist.
The speed of Thunder Fist is extremely fast.
Before Ling Hai could even take a breath, the Thunder Fist had already arrived in front of him.
As a last resort, Ling Hai could only raise his palm to receive it forcefully.
The next moment, Ling Hai's color suddenly changed.
The power of this thunder fist far exceeded Ling Hai's imagination.
Others around him also looked horrified.
They clearly saw that one hundred and twenty ancient stars were floating in the sky above the Thunder Fist.
This means that Lingyun's style has a power of 1.2 million kilograms.
Click! Ling Hai’s palm was fractured on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, all the spiritual energy in his body was destroyed.
He retreated at an unprecedented speed, trying to avoid the impact of the explosive energy.
But the speed of Thunder Fist was far beyond his expectation.
Bang! Then, people were shocked to see that the thunder fist hit Ling Hai's chest with unabated power.
"Pfft."
Ling Hai was beaten and his chest was dented. He vomited blood on the spot and his body flew away far away.
With a bang, Ling Hai smashed the wall of the Ling family manor and fell onto the street outside.
Originally, this battle only took place in the Ling family manor.
Now that Ling Hai fell into the street outside, he was suddenly exposed in front of countless people.
Everyone else around him was silent and silent, almost suspecting that he was dreaming.
How can this be?
How in the world could such a thing happen?
Ling Yun, a martial artist, actually crushed Ling Hai, a martial sect.
That is Wuzong, a myth in the martial arts world, an existence that people can only admire in the past.
This myth collapsed at this moment.
Situ Jing felt cold all over.
No matter how proud he is, he doesn't think he can compete with Wu Zong.
Until this moment, he didn't know how big the gap was between himself and Ling Yun.
The previous dissatisfaction disappeared in an instant.
He has truly understood that he and Ling Yun are no longer on the same level.
Not only others, but Ling Yun himself was also surprised.
The power of the nine mysterious movements far exceeded his expectations.
His own strength is about one million kilograms.
The second of the nine mysterious postures can increase his power by 100,000 kilograms.
Moreover, the further these nine mysterious moves go, the more powerful they become.
According to this inference, if he performs the mysterious seventh form, wouldn't he be able to increase his strength by 3.2 million kilograms?
I have to say that this was an unexpected surprise for him.
Originally, he was prepared for a hard fight.
Now that the power of the mysterious nine styles is so strong, this battle may be easier than imagined.
But his inner thoughts were not revealed.
Looking at Ling Hai, his eyes were indifferent: "Is Wuzong very strong?
It really is nothing more than that.”
"Bad breed!"
A beast-like roar came from Ling Hai's mouth.
Bang! He rushed out of the deep pit in the ground and landed opposite Ling Yun.
The look in his eyes was full of shock and anger, but also mixed with a hint of shock.
No one knows Ling Yun's strength better than him.
But, how could this scoundrel be so strong?
This kind of power is beyond common sense and cannot be explained by reason at all.
An extremely strong murderous intention surged from within.
This evil species must not be allowed to continue to grow.
Now this scoundrel can threaten him. If he really wants the opponent to continue to grow, he may not be his opponent within a few years, but within a year.
At the same time, if today's shame is not washed away, he, the martial arts sect, will become the biggest laughing stock in the world.
"You bastard, it seems that I don't let you truly see what the power of the Wuzong is. You really think you are omnipotent."
Ling Hai's eyes were furious.
"Then you have to perform as soon as possible, otherwise I will completely trample you to the ground soon."
Ling Yun grinned and smiled brightly.
Huh! He didn't stop and walked towards Ling Hai step by step.
"Soaring Snake!"
Ling Hai roared.
In an instant, waves of silence surged out of his body like a tide.
"hiss!"
A three-foot-long strange green snake with wings appeared above Ling Hai's head.
The fifth-grade life soul, Soaring Snake! In an instant, the pressure on Ling Hai surged rapidly.
"The soaring snake wiggles its tail!"
Ling Hai shouted angrily.
Boom! The Teng Snake's body instantly expanded to ten feet long, and its tail was like a green river. It whipped Ling Yun in the air.
With a puff, the air boils.
Still five or six meters away, the street ground beneath Ling Yun's feet cracked and cracked.
In the sky, the shadows of one hundred and thirty ancient stars are shocking.
In this regard, Ling Yun remained unmoved.
The third form of the nine mysterious forms.
The power of thunder surges.
This time, the power of thunder transformed from fists into thunder palms.
This thunder palm is extremely huge.
The entire palm is three meters wide.
When the Soaring Snake's tail was drawn down, the thunder palm suddenly grasped the Soaring Snake's tail in his palm.