If you want to use the Earth Dragon Spirit, it is not the right time. Even if you use the Earth Dragon Spirit now, you will be able to defeat at most a second-level Tianwu cultivator.
If you want to defeat Du Fenglin, you still have a long way to go.
In addition to these things, Wu Yun also had a bunch of useless spiritual weapons on his body.
The most powerful thing is the Qiankun Seal taken from Hua Xingchen. This thing can actually play some role.
It's just that the Qiankun Seal hasn't been exposed yet.
Once exposed, wouldn't it just give the Wan Sheng Sect a reason to send troops to conquer?
The reason why Wan Sheng Sect dare not take action against him now is partly because of Ling Yuanwu, and partly because there is no evidence of his death.
Once they find evidence, Ling Yuanwu probably won't be able to say much.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Du Fenglin punch him again.
This time, he was no longer bare-handed, and there was a violent wave of energy in his hand.
It turned out to be the Ping Ning Sect's magic technique, Tongtian Spirit-Breaking Fist.
The punch was so fierce that the air it tore through made a sizzling sound.
Everyone in the audience was in an uproar. While they were horrified by Du Fenglin's martial arts skills, they were also worried about whether Wu Yun could withstand it.
At this moment, Wu Yun was in the corner of the stone platform, and hiding was already impossible.
If he retreated further, he would have left the range of the stone platform. Once he left the range of the stone platform, it would prove that he had lost.
It's not time to admit defeat yet.
The only option was to resist forcefully, but Wu Yun had no confidence that he could withstand such a fierce move.
The situation was serious and urgent, and Du Fenglin's Spirit-Breaking Fist was already in front of him.
Unable to avoid it, Wu Yun directly used Ziji Tianyin Hand.
boom!
Ziji Tianyin's hand and the Heaven-Smashing Spirit Fist struck together.
A huge wave of energy rippled out.
A cultivator at the ninth level of Earth Martial Arts and a cultivator at the third level of Tian Martial Arts exchanged punches.
There is no doubt about this, and it is indeed the case.
The moment his fists touched, Wu Yun felt that the body-protecting aura created by Ziji Tianyin's hands instantly disintegrated.
Immediately afterwards, that terrifying energy rushed directly into his body.
Although the golden silkworm body armor blocked part of it, most of the spiritual energy still broke into the body.
Wu Yun felt his center of gravity shift instantly, and there was severe pain in his body, and he flew backwards.
His body was no longer under control and he was about to fly off the stone platform.
"Did I lose?"
Wu Yun looked at the body flying backwards rapidly, but he couldn't control it at all. All the internal organs in his body had been damaged by the impact of Du Fenglin's spirit-shattering fist.
"Did you lose? Wu Yun lost."
Off the court, everyone couldn't help but feel sad.
Although I had expected it, it was still a bit sad to witness this moment happening with my own eyes.
In terms of cultivation, Wu Yun was still a little behind after all.
In the air, Wu Yun had already flown outside the stone platform. Although he had not yet landed, as soon as he landed, his failure was declared.
At this moment, Du Fenglin yelled, "You want to lose so easily? I'm dreaming."
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and flew directly away from the stone platform. He grabbed Wu Yun's clothes with one hand and one claw.
He took a step in the air, turned around, and threw with all his might.
He actually threw Wu Yun back to the stone platform again.
Bang.
Wu Yun hit the stone platform heavily, causing gravel to fly and dust to fill the sky.
This time, Wu Yun was seriously injured. Without any precautions, he was hit by Du Fenglin with all his strength, breaking more than a dozen bones in his body.
Although Taishang Martial God Jue immediately appeared to protect the Lord, the injuries were too serious and it was of no use at all.
"Wu Yun, get up quickly."
Under the stage, everyone shouted loudly.
Li Yanran, Bai Ling and others were already in tears.
On the stage, Du Fenglin was seen flying ten feet high, with an evil smile on his gloomy face.
"Hmph, if you dare to offend me, Du Fenglin, I want you to die."
He flew down and struck with a punch.
Wu Yun, whose bones were broken all over his body, could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.
Although he tried his best to dodge, even if he moved slightly, bursts of severe pain immediately came from the broken bones.
"Get up and stay away, Wu Yun."
Everyone in the audience shouted loudly, but it was all in vain.
Li Yanran had tears in her eyes and wanted to fly onto the stage to save Wu Yun.
But as soon as she moved, she was immediately stopped by people from Ping Ning Sect.
"What are you doing? The competition is not over yet. No one is allowed to come on stage."
Bang!
Another punch, and even the stone platform was blasted with a crater.
Wu Yun's whole body had fallen into the pit.
His injuries were even more serious. Without a miracle, it was very possible that he would die from this.
"Is he dead? He must be dead."
As the punch ended, the crowd's shouts gradually disappeared.
Being hit with all his strength by a person whose cultivation level was so much stronger than his own, and being completely defenseless, it was difficult for him not to die.
Du Fenglin flew back to the pit and looked at Wu Yun, who was dripping with blood and angry like a gossamer, with a sneer on his lips.
"I am the number one person in the Southern Continent, you are impossible."
At this moment, Du Fenglin was extremely confident and all the lost dignity was finally recovered.
In the pit, Wu Yun was unconscious and could vaguely hear the sounds coming from outside the field.
There were curses, shouts, regrets, and tears.
"Am I going to die? I, Wu Yun, will die like this? Die in the hands of Du Fenglin?"
In a blur, Wu Yun kept asking himself questions.
But no matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to do anything. The injury was too serious, the bones were broken, and the internal organs were severely damaged.
Consciousness is becoming increasingly blurred.
Outside, Du Fenglin's wild laughter could be heard, "Go to hell."
Through his blurred vision, Wu Yun saw Du Fenglin swinging his iron fists towards him again.
"asshole."
Wu Yun was extremely unwilling, but it was useless. If he was punched again, he would be really hard to save.
Seeing it, Du Fenglin's fist was about to hit his side.
Suddenly, I felt the spiritual energy in my body twisting rapidly, and the shadow of the Martial God suddenly appeared.
Bang!
When Wu Yun didn't make any move, the shadow of the God of War appeared on his own and directly blocked Du Fenglin.
Then a powerful aura swept across.
Wu Yun's consciousness suddenly woke up. At the same time, he felt that a mysterious energy suddenly appeared and was moving rapidly.
Repair your own damaged meridians and bones.
Outside, a golden light burst out from the hole in the stone platform, which was particularly dazzling.
Du Fenglin could feel the terrifying aura in this golden light.
Just after the brief contact, he was struck by the force of the counter-shock, causing the blood and energy in his body to boil, and he did not dare to move forward easily.
Everyone in the audience was also stunned.
"What's going on? Why did the golden light suddenly appear?"
Not only them, but even the three deputy sect masters and the two vice presidents of Dancheng College were confused. Even they could not explain the sudden golden light.
In the pit, Wu Yun closed his eyes tightly. He could clearly feel that under the baptism of this golden light, the damaged internal organs and broken bones in the body were rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wu Yun felt it for a moment, and suddenly discovered that his cultivation, which had stayed at the ninth level of the Earth Martial Realm for more than four months, suddenly broke through at this moment.
His eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes suddenly appeared.