Chapter 270 White-haired man
"Nangong Xuan, you attacked me many times before, so now, you should take my punch too."
Ling Yun was in the air with the impact of the airflow.
The ancient bronze sword appeared in his right palm.
He held the sword and slashed at Nangong Xuan.
The second move of Beiming Sword Technique, Big Fish Out of Water!
With Ling Yun's current cultivation, he can only perform the second move.
This move is extremely powerful.
The first move of Beiming Sword Technique, "There is a Fish in Beiming", has a power of 7 million jin.
Now the power of these two moves has reached 14 million jin.
The ancient bronze sword itself has a power of 10 million jin.
Combined, Ling Yun's sword slash has a power of 55 million jin.
This is real horror.
However, before this sword really exploded, no one knew how terrible it was.
"Ridiculous!"
Nangong Xuan was extremely disdainful.
A martial king, even if he has some extraordinary talent, is worthy of being his enemy?
The gap is too big.
So big that he was too lazy to deal with it seriously.
He still pressed out with a palm carelessly.
He believed that in the face of absolute strength, Ling Yun would despair.
But in an instant, his face changed.
"Impossible!"
His palm technique finally collided with Ling Yun's sword energy.
Instantly, Nangong Xuan knew something was wrong.
The power coming from the opposite side was not the 20 million pounds he imagined, but a stronger force than him.
But he reacted too late.
Swish!
The air between Ling Yun and Nangong Xuan suddenly compressed and collapsed.
Waves of extreme destruction rushed wildly in all directions.
As a result, the light was swallowed up.
In the eyes of others, the area between the two seemed to have become a black vortex.
And this black vortex was still madly spraying a storm of destruction.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!"
This shock came too suddenly.
Mo Hechuan's expression changed drastically, and he screamed wildly.
Others also realized that something was wrong and tried their best to stay away from this area.
Fortunately, with Mo Hechuan, the Martial Master, blocking them in front, they still had time to retreat.
When they retreated, people looked at Ling Yun and Nangong Xuan with horror.
The strength of these two people was completely beyond their comprehension.
Not to mention fighting, even the aftermath could tear them apart.
Swish!
Next, people were even more horrified.
Nangong Xuan's palm power was torn apart by Ling Yun's sword energy.
Then, Ling Yun's sword directly cut off Nangong Xuan's left arm.
People were stunned.
That was Nangong Xuan, the number one prodigy in the Western Wilderness.
But now, Nangong Xuan was seriously injured by Ling Yun, and even his left arm was broken.
"Puff."
Nangong Xuan vomited blood, "Impossible, this is impossible."
This high and mighty Yan Zun was a little confused at the moment.
It was not that he had a poor acceptance ability.
It was really that this situation was too shocking.
How could a Martial King have such a terrifying power?
Although he made the mistake of underestimating, it was a fact that Ling Yun's sword was more powerful than his.
As the saying goes, "When he's weak, take his life."
Although he severely injured Nangong Xuan, Ling Yun had to admit that Nangong Xuan was very strong.
If Nangong Xuan recovered, it would be impossible for him to easily defeat Nangong Xuan like this.
Emperor Jiang's body skills!
Swish!
Ling Yun's body was like residual light, and he suddenly came in front of Nangong Xuan and slashed with his sword again.
Nangong Xuan was startled, but soon calmed down.
Golden light bloomed.
An ancient talisman flew out of his body.
This ancient talisman released a dazzling golden light, forming a light shield that enveloped Nangong Xuan.
Ling Yun slashed the light shield with a sword, and it made a clang sound, as if he was slashing on a peerless treasure.
"I didn't expect that I underestimated you."
Seeing this scene, Nangong Xuan calmed down instead.
This made Ling Yun frown.
He found that he also underestimated Nangong Xuan.
For an ordinary person, facing such a blow, it would be good if he didn't collapse mentally.
This Nangong Xuan could actually recover his composure quickly.
Such a state of mind is really extraordinary.
He frowned, and Nangong Xuan laughed even more: "I underestimated you and made a huge mistake, but you want to kill me? I can only say that you are wishful thinking. This golden bell talisman was given by my teacher. Even if Wu Zun came, it would be difficult to break it. What can you use to break it?"
Ling Yun didn't say anything and continued to attack the golden bell talisman.
The so-called talisman is actually the formation engraved in the talisman.
As long as this formation is broken, the talisman will fall apart.
The golden bell talisman contains a strong formation.
If it were someone else, there would be nothing they could do about it.
Unfortunately, this is only a small obstacle for Ling Yun.
"It's a futile act."
Nangong Xuan became more and more sarcastic, "This is probably your last struggle. It won't take three minutes for my injuries to stabilize-"
At this point, he showed resentment and malice on his face: "Then, it will be your death!"
He really hated it.
Thinking of him, Nangong Xuan, a genius of his generation, but Ling Yun cut off his arm and became disabled.
Although he still has a chance to become a strong man with one arm, this broken arm will surely become a shame in his life in the future.
The more he thought about it, the more he hated Ling Yun: "Ling Yun, do you know how I am going to kill you? After I suppress you, I will not let you die easily, but first destroy your cultivation and then destroy your nine clans."
Hearing this, everyone in Guye Mountain changed their faces.
They and Ling Yun are from the same sect and are also in the nine clans.
Seeing the expressions of everyone in Gushe Mountain, Nangong Xuan smiled and said: "Of course, the people in Gushe Mountain don't need to worry. I have a close relationship with Master Mo, so I will naturally exclude Gushe Mountain."
Only then did everyone in Gushe Mountain look relaxed.
Nangong Xuan continued: "Ling Yun, believe me, you will step into the abyss of death little by little in extreme pain. This is the fate of offending me..."
Click!
A crisp voice suddenly interrupted Nangong Xuan's words.
Nangong Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly and his face turned a little pale.
Because, the golden light shield surrounding him actually had cracks.
"This is impossible!"
He lost his voice in shock.
"This is the second time you say it's impossible, but for me, Ling Yun, nothing is impossible."
Ling Yun showed up again with an expressionless face.
The cracks on the golden mask further increased.
Looking at this situation, it won't take long for the golden light shield to break.
At this moment, only one minute has passed since the three minutes Nangongxuan said.
"Why don't you continue talking? I still want to continue to hear, how do you plan to let me die?"
Ling Yun said coldly.
At this point, there was a bang, and the golden light shield was completely shattered by his sword.
Nangong Xuan no longer had any protection and was completely exposed to Ling Yun.
At this moment, it would be easy for Ling Yun to kill him.
Buzz!
At this moment, a jade pendant on Nangong Xuan's body lit up.
From this jade pendant, a projection appeared.
This projection is of a middle-aged man with snow-white hair and a temperament as calm as water, as if a god has descended.
"Your name is Ling Yun? You are very good, but Nangong Xuan is my disciple. No matter how strong your murderous intention is, you must restrain it."
The white-haired man said calmly.
