Chapter 43: A Brilliant Sword
As if sensing Ling Yun's will, the sword chant of the Heavenly Sword Soul conveyed a resonance-like fluctuation.
"Heavenly Sword, it seems that you and I have similar views."
Ling Yun smiled slightly.
Clang!
As the voice fell, his sea of consciousness shook, and a flash of blood suddenly flew out.
Heavenly Sword, unsheathed!
Bang!
Almost at the same time, Ling Yun stomped his feet on the ancient coffin and leaped into the air.
The Soul Heavenly Sword fell into Ling Yun's palm just right.
The world seemed to be frozen at this moment.
The sun and the moon stopped rotating, and time and space were completely still.
"Kill!"
The next moment, a violent shout, like thunder in the sky, resounded through the sky.
As this word was shouted out, Ling Yun's spirit and the will of the Heavenly Sword were completely integrated.
Buzz!
Sword out!
Without thinking, the sound of the long sword breaking through the air tore the sky apart.
Exploded.
Crazy explosion.
The indescribable terrifying sword energy, at this moment, erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years.
One leaf is a bodhi, one sword is a world.
This is the world of sword energy, the world of blood sea.
The people around only felt their thoughts stirring, and their souls seemed to fall into an endless sea of blood, with blood roaring everywhere.
In an instant, the sword energy rushed to the sky.
When the sky is murderous, the stars will move;
When the earth is murderous, dragons and snakes will rise from the land;
When people are murderous, the world will turn upside down!
The heaven and earth shook, and the stars trembled.
The eternal murderous intent and the vast spiritual power converged in one sword.
"Who is the ant after all?"
Ling Yun's ruthless voice sounded.
The brilliant sword light, like a peerless blood dragon, penetrated the void.
"What?"
At this moment, Yang Hong, who was originally calm and leisurely, suddenly changed his face.
Although he was cold and arrogant, he was not arrogant.
On the contrary, he always had a clear self-awareness of himself.
Because of this, he immediately caught an unprecedented artistic conception from Ling Yun's sword.
Sword intention!
He was horrified.
Ling Yun, this boy, actually mastered the sword intention.
Not only Yang Hong, but also other geniuses outside the bronze ancient coffin, all had their breath frozen.
Some people with weaker cultivation were trembling.
They felt that their world was shrouded in a sea of blood, as if they would sink forever.
On weekdays, they were all arrogant, but at this moment, they felt that they were extremely insignificant.
"Sword... intention!"
The girl surnamed Yu was moved, and she uttered two words in disbelief.
At the same time.
Deep in Yang Hong's heart, a rare trace of regret emerged.
If he had known that Ling Yun had mastered the sword intention, he would never have made such a big talk as "three moves agreement".
Despite this, he did not lose his composure.
"Heavenly Sword!"
He immediately condensed his spiritual power into a sword.
Spiritual martial arts!
As soon as they saw this spiritual sword, many people's pupils shrank.
Generally speaking, the martial arts that people master are all ordinary martial arts, but Yang Hong's martial arts clearly go beyond the scope of ordinary martial arts.
This is undoubtedly the legendary spiritual martial arts.
Yang Hong's eyes were cold.
His strong confidence came from this spiritual martial arts.
What about the sword intent? With the spiritual martial arts, he was confident that he could break the sword intent.
In an instant, a vast and magnificent breath was released.
This breath was like the supreme sky, descending on the calamity.
It really deserves the name of "Heavenly Sword".
Boom!
After only half a breath, a terrible collision occurred.
The destructive sword intent collided with the supreme heavenly sword.
In people's perception, it seemed that someone was really doing something against the will of heaven, and the sky was angry and brought down the calamity of the heavenly sword.
The terrifying storm raged wildly in all directions.
Everything was destroyed wherever it passed.
Countless people were on edge.
Although the vast majority of people still tend to favor Yang Hong and believe that Yang Hong will win, this scene is so terrifying that people can't help but lift their hearts.
However, the next moment, everyone's eyes widened.
Tear.
Crazy tear.
People imagined that the two sides would continue to fight, or Yang Hong would suppress Ling Yun, but the scene did not appear.
When the Heavenly Sword and Heavenly Knife collided, the result had already appeared.
Under Ling Yun's Heavenly Sword, Yang Hong's Heavenly Knife was torn and shattered at an alarming speed.
"Not good."
Yang Hong's face changed drastically, but it was too late.
Ling Yun's brilliant sword directly cut through his Heavenly Knife.
Even his chest skin could clearly sense the cutting of the sword energy.
Bang!
At the critical moment, a flash of light appeared on an ancient jade on Yang Hong's chest.
It was the light of this ancient jade that resisted the destructive blow of the Heavenly Sword.
Crack!
Immediately afterwards, the ancient jade dimmed and turned into powder.
Yang Hong felt distressed.
This ancient jade was given to him by the sect to save his life.
He could never have imagined that such a precious thing would be destroyed by Ling Yun.
However, he had no time to think about it.
Even though he blocked the death attack, the strong impact storm still made him feel like he was struck by lightning, and his body was blown away on the spot.
Bang!
His body flew back more than ten meters and hit the bronze coffin wall behind him, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood on the spot.
Deathly silence!
Absolutely deathly silence.
All the sounds inside and outside the bronze ancient coffin disappeared instantly.
All the geniuses from the major forces present seemed to be hit by a spell of immobilization, standing there stupidly, looking at the bronze ancient coffin with horrified eyes.
Defeated!
Tianjiao Yang Hong, a disciple of a hidden force and a martial arts master, was defeated by Ling Yun.
Moreover, he was defeated so thoroughly.
Just one sword.
Yang Hong was defeated with one sword.
The moment before, Yang Hong still regarded Ling Yun as an ant and wanted Ling Yun to make three moves first.
As a result, the next moment, Yang Hong couldn't even block Ling Yun's move.
In this way, Yang Hong's condescending words seemed extremely ridiculous.
Yang Hong no longer cared about other people's thoughts.
At this moment, he felt like he fell into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold.
Defeated?
He was more than defeated. If it weren't for the life-saving ancient jade, he would have been killed by Ling Yun.
How could this happen?
He is Yang Hong, who is regarded as a genius with a promising future in the hidden forces.
But now, he can't even beat Ling Yun, a useless leader of Bailu City?
It is conceivable that from this moment on, he will become a laughing stock.
In the future, when others talk about Ling Yun's magic, they will think of him as a stepping stone.
No, I am Yang Hong, how can I be a stepping stone for others!
Suddenly, Yang Hong's eyes turned red and his face was twisted to the extreme.
"Ling Yun!"
He roared in pain, like a wounded beast.
Tons of anger surged in his heart.
"Anger, resentment?"
Ling Yun said indifferently: "The facts prove that you, Yang Hong, are just a mortal. You have all the emotions that a mortal should have. The so-called favor of destiny and supreme pride are all your own fantasies."
While speaking, he had walked to the corner of the ancient coffin and picked up the black iron fragment.
A sense of intimacy of soul connection suddenly came into his heart.
"I haven't seen you for ten thousand years. I hope you are well."
He whispered in his heart.
"Do you think you really defeated me?"
Yang Hong coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, looking more and more ferocious, and said: "You just took advantage of my contempt and took the lead. If we really fight, the outcome between you and me is uncertain."
