Cutting off Hu Jiuxing's opportunity, he starts to kill the lucky male protagonist

Battles between warriors are extremely dangerous, and a single shocking move can often reverse the outcome of the entire battle.

Dongfang Wuque's momentary shock, although it only lasted less than half a second, was enough for the Great Wild Sky Sword to hit his body!

"no no--"

Dongfang Wuque's body was penetrated by sword light.

A ferocious blood-red phantom was blasted out of his body. This phantom was the immortal fighting spirit that Dongfang Wuque used as his trump card.

Losing the blessing of the immortal fighting spirit.

Dongfang Wuque was simply unable to resist the power of the Great Wild Sky Sword.

In an instant, his body was chopped to pieces by the sword light, turning into fragments all over the sky, spraying all over the arena.

"It's impossible. I've calculated it. With the power of your martial arts, even if the secret method can amplify the martial arts a hundred times, it is absolutely impossible to break through the defense of the immortal war spirit."

Dongfang Wuque's whole body was intact, except for his head.

At this time, he stared at Lin Yuan with splitting eyes and roared in disbelief.

"Indeed, if you only have the Divine Fire Mysterious Technique, it will indeed be impossible to break through the defense of the immortal war spirit."

Lin Yuan looked at him and nodded calmly, "I also guessed that you would investigate my information in advance. Unfortunately, what you don't know is that I once acquired a low-level human-level martial arts in Donghuang. "

"That martial art is called sword drawing."

"This martial art has only one effect."

"That is...by accumulating momentum for a long time, the power of the sword martial arts that is about to be released is doubled."

Lin Yuan's expression was very calm, and his voice fell in Dongfang Wuque's ears without saltiness, "Since just now, I have been preparing for the Great Wilderness Sky Sword. Therefore, the power of the sword just now did not increase a hundred times, but It’s…two hundred times.”

"What?!"

Dongfang Wuque's pupils suddenly shrank.

"I am indeed very afraid of your immortal fighting spirit. Frankly speaking, if we were to have a head-on confrontation, I am not sure that I would be able to withstand the vitality of the immortal fighting spirit."

"pity……"

"I never intended to confront you head-on from the beginning."

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he walked quickly towards Dongfang Wuque.

"W-what are you going to do?"

Dongfang Wuque's pupils suddenly shrank, then quickly expanded, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes as he looked at Lin Yuan.

"Cut the grass and root out the roots."

Lin Yuan's tone was calm.

"You-you can't kill me!"

Dongfang Wuque's scalp suddenly went numb and he shouted loudly, "Where is the protector? Come and save me!"

The words just fell.

The two figures tore apart the space and appeared on the ring.

However.

Before they could intervene in the battle, two figures appeared in front of them instantly, blocking their path.

"You two, since the Pantheon has come to participate in the Holy Land Competition, it must abide by the rules of the Holy Land Competition."

"No one is allowed to participate in the battle until the contestants admit defeat."

A cold female voice sounded.

Lin Yuan knew this voice without looking back. It was Luo Xingshuang's protector, Xuetang, the great elder of Ziwei Holy Land.

The other figure is Tian Fengzi, who has been presiding over the Holy Land Competition.

Both of them are at the ninth level of Saint Master.

Moreover, they are all experts at the ninth level of the Saint Master, with top-notch cultivation and strength!

"Step aside!"

The two guardians of the Pantheon have murderous intentions. They are both from the East Palace. If Dongfang Wuque dies here, they will only be buried with the young master.

"Lin Yuan, what are you waiting for?"

Xuetang ignored the threats from the two men, but suddenly looked in the direction of Lin Yuan and gave a meaningful reminder.

Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then instantly understood Xuetang's intention.

He raised one foot, concentrated his energy on the sole of the foot, and stepped on Dongfang Wuque's head.

"Wait, I admit—"

Dongfang Wuque's reaction was not slow. If he could shout and admit defeat, Lin Yuan would have broken the rules of the Holy Land Competition by killing him again.

Until then.

The two guardians of the Pantheon could kill Lin Yuan on the spot and avenge him.

But.

Lin Yuan didn't give him this chance at all.

boom.

There was a muffled sound, and Dongfang Wuque's head was instantly crushed by Lin Yuan's kick!

this moment.

All the warriors present were stunned.

The next second.

Everyone burst into cheers in unison!

The Pantheon began to appear in the past hundred years, and they were doing evil everywhere in the Central Territory, but the warriors in the Central Territory were still unable to do anything about them.

Today Lin Yuan trampled Dongfang Wuque to death.

Killed the young master of the East Hall of the Pantheon.

this……

This is a commendable victory for major holy places against the Pantheon!

"If you dare to kill the young master, you will die!"

The two guardians of the Pantheon went crazy.

pity.

Xuetang and Tian Fengzi were present, and they simply couldn't get past them to kill Lin Yuan!

In the arena.

Lin Yuan expressionlessly took off Dongfang Wuque's storage ring.

do not know why.

He always felt something was not right.

He and others all have protectors. The power of the Pantheon is far greater than that of one or two separate holy places. How could such an important figure as Dongfang Wuque not have protectors around him?

But……

Until he stepped on his head, this guy didn't have any trump card to save his life.

This somewhat made Lin Yuan feel that something was wrong.

at the same time.

Outside Tianmang Mountain.

"Damn Lin Yuan, I will grind you to dust!"

A shrill roar sounded.

If Lin Yuan was here, he would definitely recognize that this was Dongfang Wuque's voice.

In a palm-sized transparent bowl, there stood a palm-sized little man. If you look closely, you can find that this is a miniature version of Dongfang Wuque.

"Young Master Dongfang, you should save your breath for now."

A cold female voice sounded, "If I hadn't helped you hide the truth in advance, you would have been a corpse at this moment."

"I--"

Dongfang Wuque's words choked for a moment, and then he snorted coldly, "If I hadn't been cut off for fifty years, how could a mere Lin Yuan... And, when will you let me out?"

"Did Young Master Dongfang misunderstand?"

The female voice sounded again, and the voice was cold, mixed with a bit of mockery and teasing, "It is naturally impossible for my spirit race to help you out of danger for nothing. For the next period of time, Young Master Dongfang will have to be wronged."

"What do you mean?"

Dongfang Wuque's heart trembled slightly.

Before the battle with Lin Yuan began, this spirit race woman suddenly found him and said that she was giving him a life-saving trump card for free, and wanted to discuss a business with him.

He didn't want to agree, but after pondering for a long time, he still couldn't resist the temptation to restore his cultivation and accepted the gift of the spirit race.

But Dongfang Wuque didn't expect it.

While these people from the Spirit Tribe hid their lives and saved their lives, they also restricted his freedom.

Now, he has obviously become a prisoner of the Spirit Tribe.

"Damn Lin Yuan... If I can escape this time, I will definitely grind you to ashes!"