Legend of Yan Wu

"Crack!"

After Zhao Chun sacrificed the magic weapon, the battle with Ling Yun started again. This time, the two sides no longer met each other with fists, but pushed the magic weapon in their hands to the extreme, rolling each other.

For a moment, the scene fell into a stalemate. With the advantages of footwork and magical weapons, Ling Yun was not afraid of Zhao Chun's offensive.

Soon, the people around who came with Zhao Chun couldn't help but start to hesitate. They never expected that Ling Yun would not be at a disadvantage in the face of Zhao Chun's cultivation at the heavenly soul level.

"Mr. Zhao Chun, what's the matter? Why haven't you captured that kid after hundreds of tricks..."

"Hush, keep your voice down, don't disturb Mr. Zhao's battle, maybe he is saving his strength and preparing to launch a deadly attack when the opportunity arises!"

"Yes, I think so too..."

……

"Humph!"

The turmoil around him immediately affected Zhao Chun's attack. Facing those voices who kept questioning him, Zhao Chun blushed, and the offensive in his hand became more and more fierce.

"Why, Qian donkey is out of skills?"

Ling Yun easily responded to Zhao Chun's offensive, and in his spare time, he did not forget to sneer and said that with Zhao Chun's current ability, it was obvious that he couldn't do anything to him at all.

On the contrary, Ling Yun was always looking for opportunities.

Since this guy kept saying that he wanted to cut off one of his arms, how could Ling Yun make it easier for him.

Ling Yun has already made up his mind, he must repay the other in the same way, and let this guy's viciousness happen to himself.

As for the revenge of the Zhao family in the future, Ling Yun is not worried. The expedition is imminent. After leaving Daning City this time, maybe he will not come back again. The ability to chase and kill him from the ends of the earth...

After making up his mind, Ling Yun's attack was suddenly a bit stronger, every punch was through the glove to move his true energy to Zhao Chun's lower body, this guy seemed to be as virtuous as Wang Xiang on weekdays, The wine is excessive, and the bottom plate is extremely vain.

"Boy looking for death!"

Facing Ling Yun's tit-for-tat confrontation, Zhao Chun finally became furious after retreating in embarrassment several times. He jumped up and swung his double thorns down from mid-air. What the thorns were pointing at was Ling Yun's eyes. .

shhhhhh…

At the same time, Zhao Chun's true energy surged wildly between his arms, and soon there were vine-like red horned dragons that began to condense, and the number doubled, and in a short time, there were as many as seventy or eighty condensed dragons.

"Okay! Mr. Zhao Chun really had reservations just now!"

"That's right, this is the true strength of the Heavenly Soul class..."

"It is said that the Heavenly Soul class can gather up to 99 true energy flying dragons. Once the hundred dragons gather, they can form a warrior's fate map and truly step into the fate map level!"

Zhao Chun's generous writing immediately aroused the restlessness of the surrounding people, and the previous depression caused by Ling Yun and Zhao Chun's equal strength was also released at this moment.

In the eyes of those who are familiar with the cultivation system of warriors, this is Zhao Chuntian's strongest offensive at the soul level. Next, Ling Yun should have no power to fight back...

This blow was not insidious. Ling Yun is currently at the Soul Refining Realm, but he is limited to the Life Soul level, and can only condense 33 Dragons of True Qi at most.

This is far from Zhao Chun's upper limit. If he meets head-on, he may not be able to please him, even if he relies on second-class peerless gloves!

"Is it the strongest blow..."

However, facing Zhao Chun's strongest attack, instead of being timid, the corners of Ling Yun's mouth raised a playful arc.

This blow was overwhelming, but at the same time, it was also an excellent opportunity for him...

"open!",

In the blink of an eye, Ling Yun's arms waved, similarly urging horned dragons with condensed true energy.

shhhhhh…

Soon, the number of horned dragons wrapped around Ling Yun's arms had reached 33, which was the limit for a soul-level cultivator. Ling Yun was able to do it lightly, which shows how monstrous Ling Yun's cultivation talent is.

All around, although everyone was slightly shocked by Ling Yun's performance, they all shook their heads and sneered: "33 and 99 are not in the same order of magnitude at all, as long as Mr. Zhao Chun exerts half of his skills, it is enough to deal with it." he..."

"Ling Yun, die!"

At the same time, Zhao Chun's ferocious attack came in the blink of an eye. All the qi horned dragons in his arms had already hovered between the pair of double-thorned sharp edges. Wherever they passed, even the air was torn apart. The first sound.

"Humph!"

Faced with such an attack, Ling Yun's gaze was fixed, and after a cold snort, he went forward without dodging or avoiding it.

"Shaking the Dragon Art, the dragon strikes the nine heavens!!"

The next moment, Ling Yun's cold shout sounded, and with Ling Yun's cold shout, the 33 horned dragons with true energy between his arms suddenly gathered together, forming a chaotic mist.

Then, a real golden dragon about the thickness of a bucket suddenly shot out from the mist, swishing its tail majestically, facing Zhao Chun who was stabbing down obliquely, it forcibly counterattacked, as if a flying dragon was in the sky.

"boom!"

"Boom~~"

The ear-piercing sound of collision and explosion instantly knocked away the surrounding stalls and stone tools, and in the air, Zhao Chun's whole body shot backwards in an instant, like a kite with a broken string.

"Humph!"

However, Ling Yun, who was standing on the stone brick floor, did not stop there. With a flick of his wrist, a red-gold thin blade appeared in his hand.

"Boy, dare you?!"

Seeing that Ling Yun wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue him, Wang Xiang and the others around were shocked. At the same time, a voice mixed with panic and anger came out from an inconspicuous place in the crowd.

The voice was extremely sharp and cold, and the moment Ling Yun heard it, Ling Yun felt a faint coercion. Needless to say, there are other experts in the team of Zhao Chun and others, whose cultivation is probably at least in the Fate Map Realm above.

"Humph!"

This determination is a huge threat, but at this time, Ling Yun's eyes were already red-eyed, and after a slight pause in the movements of his hands, he swept out without warning.

Whoosh!

Immediately, the light of the sword burst out, and everyone felt a golden brilliance flashing past in front of their eyes.

"puff…"

There was a deep scratching sound, and in the direction where Zhao Chun was knocked into the air, it seemed that something was cut off by the light of the knife lightly.

"what--"

However, in the next moment, there was a scream like killing a pig, and everyone looked sideways when they heard the sound. After seeing the arm splashing in the air, everyone was dumbfounded.

At this moment, at the end of Zhao Chun's severed arm, a column of seeping blood was continuously splattering.

"what?!"

In the corner of the crowd, Wang Xiang's eyes almost popped out. The defeat of Zhao Chun, who had condensed dozens of qi horned dragons, was already unbelievable for him.

………………

however……

However, Wang Xiang didn't want to believe that even though he was beaten to death, that boy who had no power and influence dared... how dared to cut off the arm of the eldest son of Zhao in public! !

Is he going to die?

"Pure!!!"

Amidst everyone's horror, a middle-aged man in the crowd who came back to his senses finally rushed to Zhao Chun who was lying in a pool of blood after a cry of grief.

The middle-aged man in blue hurriedly waved his hands and sealed several large acupuncture points near Zhao Chun's arm with his true energy. Afterwards, the end of Zhao Chun's severed arm spurted out a column of blood, and finally calmed down.