The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 503
"It's true that you won't shed tears when you see the coffin, so now, I will let you know that you will end up with a sharp mouth."

Sensing the opening of the protective shield of the formation, Wan Wushan grinned grimly, and a cold light burst out of his eyes.

Almost at the moment when the words fell, he patted the storage bag on his waist with his palm.

Immediately, a cold light shot out from the storage bag, flashing towards Lin Yang.

Let's start, let's kill!

Below the arena, all the Zhenxing Pavilion disciples were all terrified, their eyes focused, and they stared at the arena without blinking.

"Little Lin Yang, hurry up and die. As long as you die, my bet of [-] Peiyuan Pills will not be in vain."

"Damn it, a mere child who has just entered the congenital realm can't compete with Wan Hufa at all. Why do you have to struggle fearlessly and just stand and wait for death? Damn it, die sooner rather than later."

"Guardian Wan is good, you must kill him with his sword, how can such a child be your opponent."

……

Many Zhenxing Pavilion disciples clenched their fists and looked nervous.

Although there was silence among the crowd, the cries for Lin Yang's quick death kept coming and going in their hearts.

Because of everyone, bet on Lin Yang's death!

"Vice Pavilion Master Chang, the life-and-death arena has opened. Even if Lin Yang is the star-lord's favorite person, it won't help the matter. It can't stop Wan Wushan from beheading him. If Lin Yang is really dead, then what do you do?" How about explaining to the Star Lord?"

On the second floor of the Hall of Life and Death, Kong Zhou, the master of Zhenxing Pavilion, spoke again to test Chang Qingfeng.

However, Chang Qingfeng's face remained unchanged, he was still standing in front of the fence on the second floor, looking down at the ring below.

Seeing this scene, Kong Zhou snorted coldly and said nothing more.

The arena of life and death has already begun. Although he has a way to transmit sound through the air to let Wan Wushan save Lin Yang's life, but seeing that Chang Qingfeng still keeps silent and does not reveal any rumors about Lin Yang, this idea can only be given up. .

call out!
It was a palm-sized flying sword with wanton cold air, like lightning, it shot straight at the center of Lin Yang's eyebrows.

Once it hits the center of the eyebrows, it is enough to shatter the sea of ​​consciousness, and the soul will be shattered and perish.

Lin Yang looked at the flying sword with a motionless expression, without the slightest panic or timidity.

With his soul power comparable to the peak of Jindan, he has already enveloped the entire "Di" arena, the flying trajectory of the flying sword, and even the speed of the flying sword are all in his soul induction.

It can be said that everything is under control.

"Hmph, boy, my flying sword is made of cold iron essence. Once stabbed by the flying sword, your soul will be frozen, and you will die directly under the cold air. Experience it."

Seeing Feijian flying towards Lin Yang with full momentum, Wan Wushan smiled softly at the corner of his mouth, and said viciously.

Relying on the difference in realm between him and Lin Yang, and relying on his decades of tempering in the innate realm, he believes that a mere flying sword can seriously injure Lin Yang, and if coupled with the ice power that can crack the soul Qi, even if it takes Lin Yang's life, it is not impossible.

After all, it has only been a month since Lin Yang stepped into the innate realm.

Even if Lin Yang seriously injured Yang Xiaotian, it would not be a concern, because the gap between Yang Xiaotian and him in Wanwu Mountain was more than a thousand miles.

As soon as this remark came out, it spread under the arena.

Many Zhenxing Pavilion disciples smiled knowingly, and their expressions became more relaxed. It seemed that in their eyes, they had clearly seen the scene of Lin Yang's sudden death.

Yang Le and Sun Yin were all laughing, revealing the joy of getting their revenge and killing the roots.

"Really? I'm afraid your idea cannot be realized."

Hearing what the other person said, Lin Yang smiled coldly, and said coldly.

Almost finished speaking, under Wan Wushan's dazed and contemptuous gaze, Lin Yang raised his hands in a freehand way, and was shocked violently.

Immediately, he saw that on Lin Yang's hands, there was a thin layer of flames, which burned out of thin air, causing dense ripples to appear in the space around him, like a dream.

At the moment Feijian approached the eyebrows.

Snapped!
Two palms burning with a faint flame struck suddenly, tearing through the air, with the sound of breaking the wind, with lightning speed, at a speed of 0.001 second, before the eyebrows, the two palms met.

Immediately following a clear and crisp slamming sound, it was just right that the lightning-like flying sword was sandwiched between the palms of both palms, and only the small hilt of the flying sword was exposed outside the palms.

at the same time.

Lin Yang let out a muffled hum, his body swayed, the soles of his feet rubbed against the ground, and he moved and slid towards the back until he reached the edge of the arena with the word "earth" and was about to touch the protective circle.

Lin Yang stomped his feet fiercely, and he froze in place. There was a trace of light blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Although he has already set foot in Xiantian, the gap in cultivation between him and Wan Wushan is real. It would be unbelievable if there was no damage in such a head-to-head encounter.

Such a scene fell into the eyes of all the Zhenxing Pavilion disciples under the ring, and they were all startled, showing surprise.

"How is it possible, blocked?"

"Wan Guardian's blow is so weak?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The blind man must have encountered the dead mouse. He used all his cultivation and spiritual power to block the blow. However, that's all for now. There can be no more accidents."

……

Many Zhenxing Pavilion disciples made judgments after being surprised.

There is no such thing as Lin Yang being able to compete against Wanwu Mountain.

"Damn it, why didn't he die under the flying sword. How could he block the sword?"

Seeing this scene, Yang Le gritted his teeth.

She wished that Lin Yang would die in an instant, he wished that Lin Yang would die in the blink of an eye, but she absolutely did not want to see Lin Yang survive under the flying sword of Wanwu Mountain.

"Mrs. Yang, you can rest assured that this Lin Yang child will die. The gap between him and Wan Hufa is simply incomparable. Death is only a matter of time. Let's continue to watch."

Sun Yin didn't take this small accident to heart after being taken aback for a while.

Hearing Yang Le's resentful words beside him, he said lightly, as if he was full of confidence in his own judgment.

"Really? That's good." Yang Le raised his eyelids, glanced at Sun Yin, and then nodded.

At the same time, You Bing and Wei Ke were also a little dazed.

"This flying sword, he didn't dodge it, but caught it with his hands. How bold and crazy this must be. If he can't catch the flying sword, what will happen, doesn't he know?"

You Bing exclaimed in disbelief.

"The timing, strength, subsequent response, and strong self-confidence of striking the flying sword between the two palms all show that this kid named Lin Yang is not simple. It seems that his previous views on him were somewhat taken for granted. It is not easy to get the No. [-] Dongfu in Jia Zi."

Wei Ke stood beside You Bing and said quietly.

He was a little curious about Lin Yang in the arena, and felt that there seemed to be changes in this life-and-death arena!

(End of this chapter)