Ye Ling chose the angle of thrusting well this time, but she was too impatient and miscalculated the distance of An Lin's other palm. With a pause in his footsteps, Anlin advanced instead of retreating!
The woman saw the upward arc of the man's mouth.
Only then did she realize that a palm shrouded in golden light had already slapped her lower abdomen.
Boom!
The golden light surged, and the power of the earth poured out.
Ye Ling's body was slapped into a bow shape with a palm, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew upside down for several kilometers and hit the transparent wall at the edge of the martial arts arena.
"Master!"
"Senior Sister Ye Ling!"
Seeing this scene, the disciples on the field immediately exclaimed.
Cheng Yingxiong gasped: "This is for learning, right?"
Dongzhen nodded foolishly: "It should be... right?"
Although it is said to be a competition, why does this scene feel so tragic
The disciples of the older generation were frightened, and the core disciples of Mengxin were even more frightened and trembling.
They looked at the legendary suzerain with respect and fear at the same time, and they thought that they were harmless to humans and animals, so beating the apprentice was too hard, right
"During battle, it's a big taboo to be disturbed by the enemy's words! Just a few words from me will make you lose your mind. I'm really disappointed." An Lin said with a serious face.
As soon as the words fell, a giant dragon made of big sun flames jumped out of him and rushed towards Ye Ling.
The corner of Ye Ling's mouth was oozing with dark red blood, and his lotus feet stepped on the wall suddenly, fell to the ground like lightning, and then moved quickly, making the dragon of divine fire rush into the air.
But suddenly, there was another purple dragon formed by star demon flames and rushed towards her.
Ye Ling didn't have time to use Huaying, so he could only move and dodge faster.
"Everything can be the medium of your assassination, and you can be the number one in lore. This is because you can perfectly combine shadow transformation and space jump..." An Lin said lightly, and a blue flame dragon appeared behind him and Nether Dragons that warp the void.
"However, your technique is still flawed."
The fire dragon composed of Luoyueyan and Voidyan began to roar and rush towards Ye Ling!
The four fire dragons kept biting, tearing the earth into shocking cracks, burning out dark tracks.
They attacked together and gradually pushed Ye Ling to a corner again.
"Look, using Shadow Transformation and Space Jump continuously, is there not much power left in the body?" An Lin smiled, and behind him appeared the Fire Dragon and Golden Dragon God Flame made of Blood Phoenix Divine Fire.
"The power in your body can only support you to burst out for a short time, and every space jump and transformation needs to be predicted in advance with your conscious thinking."
"Like me, the four fire dragons are attacking continuously in all directions. You spend almost all your attention just dodging. How can you predict in advance?"
As soon as the words fell, two more fire dragons roared and rushed towards Ye Ling!
Six fire dragons came roaring, blocking all Ye Ling's escape routes.
Ye Lingqing shouted, and the cold killing momentum instantly turned the area around 100 meters into extreme cold. Once the six fire dragons approached her range, their speed began to slow down and their size began to shrink.
Seeing this scene, An Lin couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth slightly: "What a powerful attack, do you want to forcefully break through the siege of my fire dragon?"
What did the once cute little girl go through, her way of cultivation was so crooked, and she actually embarked on such a murderous path, which is even more exaggerated than Su Qianyun...
As a master, An Lin suddenly felt very melancholy.
At this moment, Ye Ling was like a trapped beast making the final struggle, which really made her split a fire dragon in an instant, and successfully escaped from the encirclement.
The power of the artifact is not a joke, even an assassin type can tear a thousand-foot fire dragon to pieces extremely domineeringly.
Just as Ye Ling was about to cast Shadow Transformation and approached An Lin, An Lin stepped on the ground, and a black circle suddenly appeared under Ye Ling's feet, like a giant mouth that devoured everything.
Boom!
The terrifying gravity made Ye Ling stagnate.
This is the core technique of Xingtian God of War, the gravity of the abyss!
The indescribable gravity seemed to crush her delicate body into minced flesh, and even the indestructible earth began to sag slowly.
Ye Ling paused slightly, and was about to use the space jump to escape the range of the spell.
But sometimes, a short moment of stagnation is enough to determine the outcome of a battle.
For example, the space was blocked in an instant, or An Lin had already used Kunpeng Xing to come in front of her, or before she made a move, An Lin's small fist hit her chest again.
The golden light is as dazzling as the sun.
The void with a radius of one thousand meters was distorted and cracked by the fist hammer.
Ye Ling was hammered until his body seemed to be torn apart, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, directly onto An Lin's face...
The woman was blown away by the hammer, and then slammed into the transparent energy barrier.
Her whole body was limp, and she slid slowly towards the wall, a trail of blood appeared from the trail.
Under the setting sun, the woman's blue hair was messy, covering half of her jade face, and she looked extremely tragic and desolate.
An Lin wiped away the blood on his face, he didn't intend to stop, and continued to walk towards Ye Ling step by step.
The disciples outside the arena couldn't bear to watch it any longer. The scene was so tragic that some even started yelling at An Lin to let Senior Sister Ye Ling go and stop bullying her.
This isn't a sparring, it's a fight to the death!
Ye Ling was panting violently, her upturned chest rising and falling.
Hmm... Fortunately, I didn't get hammered on both sides...
She looked at the man who was shrouded in heavy fire that kept walking towards her, silently grasped the magic weapon that she had never let go, and gave you the sword to go on the road safely.
"The Forty-Nine Sword Art is divided into eighteen levels. The more you practice it to the later stage, it will be difficult to improve one level. In the entire sect, no one can master the eighteenth level. But I know that the sword formula is only There are 17th and 18th weights, those thoughts are all nonsense..."
An Lin paused slightly, looking at the woman in the distance in surprise.
Ye Ling raised his head, his clear eyes were piercing, and he never showed signs of failure.
"There is no eighteenth level at all. If there is, then the eighteenth level should be the new sword move that we have realized after we have reached the peak of swordsmanship. After all, only the one created by ourselves is the most suitable for us. Profound, most powerful sword move!"
Hearing Ye Ling's words, An Lin's heart was touched again.
"Master, do you know that when I got your relic from Emperor Ziwei, I cried like a fool." Tears welled up in Ye Ling's eyes, and he held the dagger tightly, "The artifact does not belong to me, but I will give it to you." Treat it as a treasure, it is the treasure you left me. We are masters and apprentices, and we have a connection in the dark. I always hope to use my blood as a medium to find you... "
Ye Ling let go of the dagger in his hand, blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and there was relief in his smile.
"It's been a long time since I truly feel the happiness you bring me...Master, this is the eighteenth step of the Four Nine Swords Art learned by this disciple, Xun'an!"
(end of this chapter)