Martial arts Lingyun

Chapter 892

"so close."

Looking at the Yinyao Peak that fell down abruptly, Xiao Ling let out a mouthful of turbid air. Unexpectedly, after removing the five-color Yuanmai, the Yinyao Peak was indirectly destroyed.

"That's fine, no one will know that I moved the five-color primordial veins away."

Xiao Ling rubbed his chin, looked at Qingtian's tombstone in the distance, and said, "Next, go to Yinxuan Nine Sects. I don't know if there is any news about the thousand-year-old Tai Sui."

Thinking of this, Xiao Ling took Dahei and left here, heading towards Yinxuan Nine Sects.

"This is……"

After rushing on the road for a while, Xiao Ling stopped and looked forward. There was a dense mist filled there, and those mist turned into ferocious faces, which looked rather terrifying.

"This is the road to the illusion of the Yinxuan Nine Sects, the place to test the disciples. After passing through here, you can reach the Yin Tomb Altar." Xiao Ling has an ancient map and knows what this place is. Illusions in the middle of the road are nothing.

"That person seems to be a ghost face!"

A lot of martial arts gathered here, and when they saw Xiao Ling appearing, they all looked over and sized Xiao Ling up and down.

"That's right, he is the ghost face, the ghost face that killed the five princes!" Someone affirmed.

"Ghostface? My name?"

Xiao Ling smiled faintly, ignored it, and led Dahei into the road of illusion.

The ghost mist from the road of illusion roared over and washed over Xiao Ling. Xiao Ling remained unmoved and was not affected by these illusions at all. If it was an ordinary martial artist, he probably wouldn't be able to pass through here.

Da da da.

A young man in rough clothes with an iron rod on his back came slowly, raised his head, and said in a deep voice, "Are you the ghost face passed on by word of mouth? You killed the five princes?"

"The fifth eldest son was indeed killed by me."

Xiao Ling stared at the rough-clothed youth, and said indifferently: "As for the title of ghost face, it is probably me."

"very good."

The rough-clothed youth grinned, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said, "My son, Sun Jie, I've wanted to push these six young masters for a long time. Now that you have killed five of them, it shows that you are quite strong. Wait until you get out of here." , how about we exchange ideas?"

Xiao Ling looked at Sun Jie. There was murderous intent in this person's eyes. He seemed to want to leave here and fight again. Xiao Ling was sure that as long as he continued to move forward, this person would definitely attack him.

"Why go out to discuss, just solve it here." Xiao Ling said casually.

"Hehe, I heard that you are good at illusion, if you fight here, wouldn't I suffer a lot?"

Sun Jie sneered, his palm was already touching the iron rod, and a terrifying vitality had gathered in his palm.

"Guy who has just been promoted to a five-star Martial Lord, why use illusion to kill you? You think too highly of yourself!"

With a movement of Xiao Ling's figure, he turned into a black shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he came in front of Sun Jie, punched fiercely, and went straight to Sun Jie's face.

"You're crazy! Tell you, I'm a martial arts practitioner!"

When Sun Jie saw Xiao Ling attacking, he sneered again and again. He is a body-training martial artist, and he has broken through to a five-star martial artist. He is almost no match for a martial artist of the same level. Xiao Ling dared to punch him without using any vitality. It's all courting death!

call out!
Sun Jie also punched out, exploding the air, making a sonic boom, and hitting Xiao Ling's fist.

Bang!
The fists of the two collided together, making a muffled sound. The terrifying force caused the surrounding air to turn into ripples, sweeping towards all directions.

"This power!"

At the moment when they collided, Sun Jie's eyes were full of horror, a terrifying power that was beyond description poured into his body along Xiao Ling's fist, crazily destroying his internal organs.

clatter!clatter!clatter!
Sun Jie retreated violently immediately, every time the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, the ground was cracked apart.

Sun Jie steadfastly stabilized his figure, his throat was sweet, and he almost vomited blood. Fortunately, he frantically stimulated his vitality and protected his internal organs so that he would not lose his fighting power.

"Damn it, he seems to be a body-training martial artist, and his physical body is stronger than mine!"

Sun Jie cursed secretly, his fists were trembling, if it were an ordinary person, the fists would probably have been useless in the confrontation just now.

Sun Jie looked at Xiao Ling without the slightest hint of contempt. The existence that could kill the five eldest sons was indeed not to be underestimated.

"Silver gun wax head."

Xiao Ling made a comment with disdain in his eyes.

Hearing this, Sun Jie's expression turned ugly. You must know that when he was in Yaoyu, everyone almost called him a tough man, and they were very afraid of him.

However, the two had only fought for one round, and Xiao Ling called him a silver gun wax head. Sun Jie's eyes were slightly red, and he seemed to be about to lose his mind.

"drink!"

Sun Jie yelled violently, and a ball of yellow light enveloped his whole body. On top of that, a figure of a giant ape could be vaguely seen.

"Great ape martial soul?"

Xiao Ling didn't make a move, but looked at Sun Jie's great ape spirit, nodded slightly, and said: "It seems that you are going to turn into a half-beast."

Bang!
With a muffled sound, Sun Jie's sleeves burst open, revealing a thick iron arm with bulging veins and terrifying power.

boom!
The air was sounding steadily, and Sun Jie's figure moved, and he came towards Xiao Ling again, that strong arm clenched his fist, and slammed towards Xiao Ling fiercely.

"interesting."

The corner of Xiao Ling's mouth curled up, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and punched Sun Jie's fist.

Bang!
A thunderous sound resounded, and after Xiao Ling and Sun Jie collided again, with the force of the violent wind, the surrounding fog was blown away a lot.

"Hehe, your strength is nothing more than that."

Sun Jie sneered, and said: "It seems that you don't have to leave the road of illusion. The person who wants to kill you in the Yin Tomb Altar, with your strength, you can't defeat him at all, because you will die in my hands soon."

In this confrontation, Sun Jie had the upper hand. Not only that, he only used two-thirds of his strength. If he went all out, he could kill Xiao Ling.

"Oh? Is there someone waiting for me at the Yin Tomb Altar? You still want to kill me?" Xiao Ling asked with a slight frown.

"That's right." Sun Jie sneered.

"who's that person?"

Xiao Ling looked puzzled, he didn't seem to have offended anyone.

"If you beat me, it's not too late for me to tell you!"

Sun Jie sneered again and again. Hearing that Xiao Ling got a lot of good treasures, he was greedy, otherwise he would not have shot and killed Xiao Ling here.

"Give you a little sunshine, you are still brilliant."

Xiao Ling's eyes turned cold, and the three doors opened together, terrifying power roared out, venting towards Sun Jie's fist.

"Your strength hasn't reached the limit yet?"

Sun Jie's pupils shrank suddenly, and Xiao Ling's terrifying force knocked him back. He couldn't bear it anymore, and spit out a mouthful of blood, looking very embarrassed.

"I want you to die!"

Sun Jie was furious, he was teased by Xiao Ling in the two fights, no matter what, this place must be found again.

call out!
Sun Jie held the iron rod behind his back in his palm, and the roar of the giant ape came from his body. On him, the giant ape was beating his chest frantically, and there seemed to be endless anger in his eyes.

"Ghost face! Eat me with a stick! A stick that lifts the sky!"

Sun Jie slammed the iron rod at Xiao Ling fiercely. The rod made a sonic boom, and the surrounding space began to distort, as if it was about to collapse.

"Hehe, are you crazy..."

Xiao Ling smiled faintly, took out the blood sword, waved out streaks of blood-colored sword light, and roared towards Sun Jie.

"True and false, false and true, phantom swordsmanship!"

A streak of blood-colored sword light blasted on the iron rod, resisting Sun Jie's attack. At the same time, the illusory sword energy went straight in front of Sun Jie. Sun Jie was so startled that he swung his stick to resist, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

"You look like a monkey dancing with your arms and legs."

Xiao Ling stepped forward, moved his body, and came in front of Sun Jie. He swung his sword one after another, stabbing at Sun Jie's vital parts.

"Damn it!"

Watching Xiao Ling unleash densely packed sword lights, fake and real, carrying the illusory sword intent, Sun Jie resisted desperately. He had never seen a martial artist who displayed the illusory sword intent so far.

puff!puff!puff!
Blood shot out one after another, and Sun Jie's body was covered with many wounds, all of which were stabbed by Xiao Ling. Xiao Ling did not kill him, but sharpened his illusory sword intent.

"Give me back!"

Sun Jie frenziedly exerted his strength, grasped the iron rod tightly and threw it towards Xiao Ling.

clang!
Holding the blood sword in his hand, Xiao Ling blocked him at will, and continued to suppress Sun Jie, drawing wounds on his body.

Xiao Ling's strength was stronger than Sun Jie's, and Sun Jie was only good at melee attacks, so he was naturally suppressed and beaten by Xiao Ling.

"Not coming! I admit defeat!"

Sun Jie backed up a few steps, stuck the iron rod on the ground, and stabilized his figure. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and said hastily, "I'll tell you who that person is at the Yin Tomb Altar!"

"Speak." Xiao Ling stood with his sword behind his back, looked at Sun Jie, and said casually.

"The person waiting for you at the tomb altar is called Wei Chen. He is the head of the six princes, and he threatened to avenge the other five!" Sun Jie continued with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Wei Chen said, if you don't You can also go to the Yin Tomb Altar, he will kill all your relatives and friends!"

"The head of the six princes, Wei Chen? This guy's tone is really big..."

Xiao Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, with murderous intent surging, it's fine to make an offer to fight him, the key point is that Wei Chen doesn't know his identity, and intends to threaten his relatives and friends, it seems that he is tired of work.

"I see."

Xiao Ling nodded, and walked towards Sun Jie step by step. With each step, the killing intent emanating from his body became stronger and stronger.

"What do you want to do?"

Sun Jie took a few steps back quickly, and said, "I've already surrendered and told you the news. Could it be that you think you can't beat Wei Chen and want to vent your anger on me?"

"You think too highly of yourself."

Xiao Ling said indifferently: "You intercept and kill me here, probably because you know that I have many good treasures on me. Don't think that I haven't seen the greed deep in your eyes."

Having said that, Xiao Ling raised the blood sword and stabbed towards Sun Jie.

"Stop! My master is Tie Zun! If you kill me, he will definitely not let you go!"

Sun Jie's eyes were full of panic, Xiao Ling's blood sword rapidly enlarged in his pupils, and he had no intention of stopping at all.

puff!
A sword pierced into Sun Jie's heart, ending Sun Jie's life. Xiao Ling raised his hand, and blood lotus fire roared out, refining Sun Jie into blood energy for his own use.

"After killing you, Wei Chen will be next."

Xiao Ling put away Sun Jie's ring and profound weapon, turned his head and walked towards the altar of the Yin Tomb, followed by Dahei, and soon walked out of the road of illusion.

(End of this chapter)