Asuru God Soul

"I heard that you are becoming more and more proficient in martial techniques in the academy. As someone who has been pushed away by you and has fallen to the ends of the earth for many years, I want to experience it for myself."

"Hua!"

With a flash of light, an ancient spear appeared in Song Yuanlong's hand.

"Forget about it. Prepare your life, I'll take it!"

Lin Zhiyu's expression was indifferent as he pulled out the Golden-Gold Phoenix Sonic Blade from his waist.

"We'll have to see if you have the ability to take them in!"

Song Yuanlong's eyes turned cold as he struck out with the long spear in his hand.

He stomped on the ground with both of his feet and his entire body was protected by Essence. His long spear was like a dragon as it shot towards Lin Zhiyu.

With the thrust of the spear, Song Yuanlong became like a spear. He became one with the spear and rushed towards Lin Zhiyu like a shooting star.

"As expected of someone who has been training outside for three years. Song Yuanlong's fighting spirit is strong!"

When the elders of the other families saw the momentum of Song Yuanlong's charge, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

The characteristics of the academy's training and the outside world's training were different.

The academy had Elders' teachings and powerful martial skills to support it. Martial artists were skilled in martial arts and their techniques were exquisite.

However, the academy's rules were very strict. Very few students would be able to touch upon a life-and-death battle, and their comprehension in life and death situations was too little.

As for the students who had gone out to train, they had to face strong opponents all year round.

However, in terms of martial arts choices, there weren't as many students as him.

However, the comprehension between life and death happened all the time.

Seeing that Song Yuanlong's attacks were so violent from the start, his understanding of battlelust had clearly risen to another level.

While the elder was talking, Song Yuanlong had already approached Lin Zhiyu.

Lin Zhiyu performed an extremely dangerous somersault to dodge Song Yuanlong's attack. Then, he swung his saber horizontally.

Several cold glints that were like slithering snakes spread out from the blade and charged towards Song Yuanlong.

"I knew you would do this!"

Song Yuanlong, who knew himself and his opponent, looked at Wang Lin with contempt.

With a slash of the long spear, he used the force of rotation to strike out with his left hand.

Under the extremely powerful attack, he hastily dodged Lin Zhiyu's blade horizontally.

Boom! *

Song Yuanlong's left hand slapped on Lin Zhiyu's saber heavily.

Crack!

The powerful force spread throughout Lin Zhiyu's body. In the face of this powerful force, the ground beneath his feet cracked and abruptly sank an inch.

"Do you see my strength?"

Song Yuanlong laughed coldly as he waved his spear again.

The powerful force sent several sparks flying.

Then, it exploded.

Boom!

Within a circumference of a hundred meters, stone slabs flew everywhere, and soil flew everywhere.

The two figures were in the middle of the explosion.

For a moment, no one could see clearly.

An excited blush emerged on Zhu Rong's face.

His choice of Song Yuanlong was truly correct. The members of the Lin Clan were about to be killed by him.

Three years ago, the elites of the Seeking Palace were wiped out, and now they had avenged their great vengeance.

"Song Yuanlong is really amazing. Lin Zhiyu is in trouble!"

"Everyone says that the Lin Clan is the number one clan of the Sunset Clouds Sect, and Lin Zhiyu is the number one young man of the Sunset Clouds Sect. I wonder who is stronger than the heavens."

"Lin Zhiyu wants to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat."

The few people beside Mu Yun Kuang were also whispering to each other.

Song Yuanlong and Lin Zhiyu were not on the same level. Lin Zhiyu would definitely lose in ten moves at the most.

"Lin Zhiyu might not lose. On the contrary, I think he will win."

Sunset Clouds slowly said without panicking.

"Lin Zhiyu was clearly at a disadvantage, why would he still win?"

Hearing Mu Yun Kuang's words, the people around him were all a bit puzzled.

"Song Yuanlong has been attacking Lin Zhiyu the entire time. It seems like Lin Zhiyu is at a disadvantage, but if you observe carefully, you will know that Lin Zhiyu's footsteps are steady and there is nothing wrong with his body."

"The panic on his face is an act from Lin Zhiyu."

Mu Yun Kuang calmly said.

Song Yuanlong and Lin Zhiyu were mortal enemies. They knew each other well.

They hadn't seen each other in three years, and the strength of the two was the same.

Lin Zhiyu was testing the waters. He was acting smart.

On the other hand, even though Song Yuanlong's fighting spirit was astonishing, his arrogance and underestimation of his opponent proved that he could not win the match.

At this moment, the Lin Clan's Great Elder had a relaxed expression.

At the beginning, Lin Zhiyu's weakness still worried him.

However, as the two battled, Song Yuanlong, who seemed to have the upper hand, had already revealed a few fatal weaknesses.

For people with similar strength who didn't have the ability to crush their opponents, they had to carefully break their opponent's weakness.

Now that the time was ripe, Song Yuanlong could go and die!

"Lin Zhiyu, die!"

As the dust settled, a figure shot up from the stage.

Thump thump thump!

A strong wave of air that could be seen with the naked eye appeared behind Song Yuanlong.

His natural martial spirit, the Astral Wave martial spirit, had already been born.

The powerful force pressed down on Lin Zhiyu directly.

In the previous battle, Lin Zhiyu had been completely suppressed by him.

"No!"

Lin Zhiyu, who was lying on the ground, let out a despairing roar.

In fact, his eyes were full of excitement. The Ice Soul Silver Needle Martial Spirit had also been quietly formed in his hand.

In order to make his performance more realistic, he pretended to be seriously injured in the battle just now.

When Song Yuanlong was deceived by him and killed by him with all his strength, the Ice Soul Silver Needle in his hand would be able to penetrate the body of his mortal enemy.

His enemy, Song Yuanlong, would be dead.

"The grudge of being expelled from the academy can finally be avenged today."

When the Qi Wave Martial Spirit condensed to its maximum size, Song Yuanlong launched a fierce attack.

Just as the two of them were thinking about something, a figure quickly appeared before their eyes.

Chu Xingyu entered the battlefield and stood before Lin Zhiyu.

"Trash, how dare you steal my limelight!"

Song Yuanlong's pupils constricted before his entire body shot down explosively.

From his point of view, Lin Zhiyu had already lost his ability to fight. Killing him was as easy as turning his hand. If Chu Xingyu killed him, his limelight would definitely be snatched away by him.

"Trash, die with Song Yuanlong!"

Looking at Chu Xingyu before him, Lin Zhiyu was even more excited.

His battle with Song Yuanlong had made him forget the existence of this kid.

Now, the Ice Soul Silver Needle martial spirit could kill two birds with one stone.

Swish!

An Ice Soul Silver Needle shot towards Chu Xingyu.

The Qi Wave Martial Spirit also flew towards Chu Xingyu in fury.

Both of them wanted to kill this trash at the same time as their mortal enemy died.

Facing the two attacks, Chu Xingyu's expression was calm. She pushed out her left palm towards the Qi Wave Martial Spirit, and the sword light in her right hand became cold.

Ding!

After a light sound, …

The Ice Soul Silver Needle had actually been chopped apart by Chu Xingyu's sword.

At the same time, Lin Zhiyu's throat was cut off.

Under the control of Chu Xingyu's left palm, the Qi Wave Martial Spirit also deviated slightly and exploded into the arena beside her.

Half of the arena had turned to dust.

"Song Yuanlong, recognize your identity."

"You want to use me as a stepping stone for your revenge, and this as your stage? Are you qualified?"

"This is my stage."

In the smoke and dust, Chu Xingyu held onto her sword with her right hand and her eyes were incomparably cold.