Cheng Zixiong's palm with surging energy directly hit the Luanyun Sword. No matter how Ling Yi gritted his teeth and held on, the violent impact still made Ling Yi feel very uncomfortable.

All the internal organs in his body were in pain as if they had been shattered. Many meridians throughout his body had been shattered just now, and his injuries were worrisome!

Ling Yi gritted his teeth, and his steel teeth were almost broken by him. The heart-wrenching pain was unprecedented. The protruding veins on his forehead undoubtedly proved his current pain, but he could not fall. The strong soul

That’s all, it’s not like I’ve never seen it before, so why should I be afraid!

Under Cheng Zixiong's somewhat shocked eyes, Ling Yi stepped hard on the ground with his right foot, directly crushing the stone slab under his feet. His thin body jumped into the air like a spring, and the blue-purple sword was raised high by him.

Over time, the sky produces dazzling colors, and thousands of sword shadows are formed out of thin air, which is extraordinary and breathtaking!

Ling Yi shouted loudly in his heart. As if he had spent all his strength, he suddenly swung his long sword down. Thousands of sword shadows in the sky, with the sound of oppressive wind, shot towards the more than ten people standing on the ground.

Cheng Zixiong watched the colorful sword shadows coming in an uproar. His expression changed, but he soon returned to normal. He curled his lips contemptuously, and the surface of his body was covered with a layer of golden and slightly bloody soul energy shield. Those who were attacking

The shadow of his sword hit the soul energy shield and immediately turned into pieces and disappeared.

The soul energy shield can only be used by warriors above the soul master. Many people present were warriors above the soul master, and all of them displayed the soul energy shield. Some warriors below the soul master were in this densely packed area.

Under the attack of the sword shadow, he screamed pitifully and turned into puddles of meat.

But even those who have soul energy shields and those who are slightly less powerful are pale. If they are not careful, they will die under the rain of thousands of swords. After the rain of swords, there are only seven or eight people left on the ground.

The famous man is still alive

"Okay! Okay!" Cheng Zixiong glanced at the situation in the field, smiled instead of angry, and gently slapped the palms of his hands with the paper fan. Suddenly, two stern looks shot out from his eyes. He waved his hand casually, and the paper fan turned into a stream of light and struck directly.

Ling Yi, the high speed he brought up in that moment actually caused a slight sonic boom in the air.

At this time, Ling Yi's old strength has not gone away and new strength has not yet emerged. If it were normal times, this small paper fan would not pose a threat to him at all, but this time is different from the past. He was seriously injured, and Cheng Zixiong was at this moment.

Naturally, he couldn't easily dodge the sudden attack.

After forcibly twisting in the air a few times, Ling Yi's body turned to a slight angle. The paper fan grazed his left arm and brought up a bloody arrow.

Slowly landing on the ground, Ling Yi calmed down the restless soul energy in his body, secretly took out a soul-reviving pill and threw it into his mouth, but he took a few steps back, thinking about a way to escape.

"Haha! Want to run away? It's not that easy!" Cheng Zixiong was overjoyed to get the divine soul water, but Ling Yi had killed so many of his subordinates. As the president of the Heroic Soul Association, he would naturally not leave a way for Ling Yi to survive.

, the kid in front of me will die today!

"Let's fight, don't be wordy!" Ling Yi stepped on the Ling Yan Step, swaying like a ghost, and gradually approached Cheng Zixiong. Facing a soul-level warrior, he did not dare to rush forward rashly. You must know that,

The strength of the protector of Moyun Palace is nothing more than this. His strength is definitely not comparable to that of a ninth-level soul warrior like himself.

Seeing that Ling Yi actually dared to attack him first, Cheng Zixiong smiled contemptuously. Without another glance, he raised his left hand and a fierce wind spurted out from his palm, immediately stopping Ling Yi in place.

The strength of the wind was controlled extremely well, not letting Ling Yi retreat even a hair, nor letting Ling Yi advance a hair. Even if Ling Yi stepped on Ling Yan Step, he was still trapped in it.

This is a kind of weapon similar to the Wind-Sucking Palm. The only thing I don't understand is that the Wind-Sucking Palm produces a strong suction force, but this kind of weapon forms a powerful thrust. No matter how hard the opponent is,

At such a fast speed, as long as you have this kind of body, you will not be able to get close to yourself.

Ling Yi endured the huge wind pressure caused by the strong wind hitting him, and tried to break through the strong wind with all his strength, but found that it was in vain. At this moment, the strong wind suddenly disappeared. Unprepared, Ling Yi went to

He walked quickly forward, but a fist appeared in front of him, very close to him

Ling Yi was horrified. He could clearly see the subtle teasing smile at the corner of Cheng Zixiong's mouth in front of him. The fist was facing his face. If he couldn't stop, he would definitely be hit.

Go up

But before Ling Yi could react, Cheng Zixiong suddenly turned his fist into a palm, and five energy streaks shot out from his fingertips, hitting Ling Yi's body.

"Wow!" The five energy beams shot out were controlled so well by Cheng Zixiong that they only tore the black cloak that Ling Yi was wearing into pieces. Ling Yi's appearance was imprinted in Cheng Zixiong's eyes.

"Haha! It turns out he's a young man!" Cheng Zixiong said jokingly in a sharp voice, "Okay, I'll take one last look at you, then you can die in peace."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, echoing in Ling Yi's heart. His competitive character had long been buried deep in Ling Yi's heart. The humiliation he suffered today reminded him of being looked down upon by his clan members in the Ling family.

On that day, although Cheng Zixiong in front of him did have the capital to laugh at him, he just refused to accept it. The impulse that had been suppressed in his heart began to become uneasy. Finally, there was suddenly a surging energy in his exhausted body.

Supporting him to leap up proudly, he could no longer feel the pain in his body. Ling Yi had only one thought in his mind: Defeat this man! Defeat him at all costs!

The silver wings spread out, Ling Yi looked down at the ground, and the Luanyun Sword was pushed towards Cheng Zixiong on the ground, making a sharp roar, the sound was overwhelming and terrifying, and everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Cheng Zixiong's face also began to become serious, and he gradually became uneasy. Seeing the long sword flashing at him with a cold light, he shot a few energy blasts without thinking, blocking the bursting Cloud Sword.

But the cloud of cold white air that followed made his scalp feel numb, and the cold air wrapped in it made him, as a soul, horrified. He quickly stepped back and took out a golden bone fan.

, waved his fan, and blew up a gust of wind blades, facing the white air

The wind blade rustled away. No matter how cold the cold air mass was, it was just condensed cold white air. Ling Yi's black ice strike met his nemesis at this moment. In countless

In the wind blade, the white air disappeared before his eyes, leaving only a thick layer of black ice on the ground.

"You are the first person to force me to use the Golden Snake Bone Fan!" Cheng Zixiong's face was extremely ugly. Although the strength of the young man in front of him was far inferior to him, he had been fighting with him for so long. He would not be able to sleep and eat well unless he was eliminated.

!

Ling Yi hovered in mid-air and let out a long sigh. Just now, he wanted to sneak attack Cheng Zixiong with a black ice strike when he wasn't paying attention, but he didn't expect that Cheng Zixiong could dodge his sneak attack.

If you retreat the enemy quickly or someone comes to rescue you, you will definitely die in this battle today!

After pondering for a moment, Ling Yi landed gently on the ground, but the virtual silver wings behind him did not close up. His body flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Cheng Zixiong immediately sensed something was wrong, and his heart trembled. Others couldn't see it, but it didn't mean that he couldn't see it. At this time, Ling Yi's speed increased more than twice for some unknown reason. Even with his soul's eyesight, he could only

You can see a black shadow approaching, take a few steps to the right, step a few steps to the left, the position changes unpredictably, it's really weird.

He did not dare to relax at all, keeping his eyes open and watching Ling Yi. Seeing how cautious Cheng Zixiong was, Ling Yi smiled coldly and flew at the speed of Ling Yanbu plus flying close to the ground. The resulting speed was astonishingly fast.

, even Cheng Zixiong, who had always despised him, changed his expression. He must not miss this opportunity, he must kill him with this blow!

"Hoo!" The sound of wind came closer and closer, and the cold wind blew against Cheng Zixiong's face, making him feel chilly in his heart and he couldn't help but shiver.

A blue-purple sword was approaching him quickly, slashing at his Tianling Cap. He raised his bone fan in an attempt to block the sword.

The long sword is getting closer and closer, and the whistling sonic boom is clearly heard. Cheng Zixiong has the confidence. Although the long sword attack is fierce, it is not powerful enough. I am afraid that this kid's strength has been almost exhausted.

Seeing Cheng Zixiong's frown soften at a glance, Ling Yi was overjoyed. A bolt of thunder and lightning suddenly flashed on the long sword, making a low muffled sound, and then being annihilated in the sonic boom caused by the whistling.

"Zheng!" The chaotic cloud sword swept through the cold wind and slashed at Cheng Zixiong's bone fan. A bolt of lightning quickly flowed into Cheng Zixiong's body. His eyes widened and he looked at Ling Yi in disbelief, his face twisted.

, suddenly all energy was gone, and his whole body was numb. Ling Yi exerted force on his hand again, and the long sword was pressed down hard, and it struck Cheng Zixiong's soul shield. It penetrated three inches, and was only one centimeter away from Cheng Zixiong's clothes.
Chapter completed!