“It’s amazing!!!”
"I'm afraid that few people in the four continents can match this level of inscription attainment!"
"Such a fast speed, such a careful planning and layout... Within the same level... no, it should be said that within two levels, there are very few people who can beat him!"
“That’s amazing!”
"Tianxuan Sect is indeed worthy of being a gathering place for dark horses. Every disciple is so outstanding... Shi Mengyang who went down before, Yun Huan now, and Xie Ting, the third swordsman who took action before, are all so powerful..."
Everyone was deeply attracted by Yun Huan's speed in carving the inscriptions and his series of layouts and plans, and they were fascinated to watch.
—Ling Ao Yu was about to explode with anger.
He had grown to this point and had experienced countless battles, but none of them was as frustrating as this one.
He was forcibly suppressed by a person whose cultivation was inferior to his, and was ravaged in public without any power to resist! ! ! !
Between him and Yun Huan, it is obvious that he is the one with higher cultivation!
But the rhythm of their battle was controlled by Yun Huan from the very beginning.
He was actually the passive party!
Ling Ao Yu found it incredible!
Shi Mengyang, who was defeated by Ling Aoyu before, was also slightly surprised when he saw this: "Could it be that this Yun guy doesn't show his true ability on weekdays?"
How come he suddenly became so strong
At this time, he didn't realize that Yun Huan was avenging him!
Ling Ao Yu was trapped by vines and soil, but Yun Huan did not continue to attack. Instead, he looked calm and indifferent, and wandered around with Ling Ao Yu's ethereal figure.
With the previous experience of Yun Huan’s action, no one dared to guess that Yun Huan was wasting time this time...
Perhaps, Yun Huan has already carved a lot of inscriptions in places they can't see
Ling Ao Yu also understood that the longer he delayed, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.
A flash of anger flashed across his eyes, and he instantly took out the Sword of Death that he had been planning to keep in the bottom of his box...
boom!
Amid the loud explosion, the vines wrapped around the sword and the soil pressing against him were all blown apart. Ling Ao Yu's aura surged, and he looked almost as powerful as the Martial Ancestor!
Seeing this scene, everyone was extremely shocked.
"The aura of the Martial Ancestor?"
"Is Ling Aoyu already a Martial Ancestor?"
"He had never used this move before when fighting with another sword cultivator from the Tianxuan Sect, but now..."
"Now that Ling Aoyu is so powerful, Yun Huan is probably going to lose."
"what a pity!"
"However, this battle also tells us that no matter how powerful a strategy is, it is not as important as one's own strength!"
People are talking about...
Buzz!
Four colorful lights suddenly shot out from four different directions, with Ling Ao Yu as the center, and fell on him.
The power contained in those four colored lights was so strong that even Ling Ao Yu at that moment could hardly resist it...
The powerful pressure severely pressed on Ling Ao Yu's body!
Ling Ao Yu's body was bent a little, as were his knees. He could hardly hold on any longer and fell to the ground, but his pride made him feel a bit unwilling to admit defeat.
He ignored the pain in his body and stood there...
Snap! Snap!
Ling Ao Yu's body was shaking and he was sweating profusely. After a while, a puddle of sweat formed under his feet. He managed to hold on and not be pressed down, but his body was shaking violently. The clearly audible cracking sound was the sound of his bones breaking...
"If you continue like this, even if you don't die, you will become a cripple." Yun Huan looked at Ling Ao Yu, who was pale and had changed his previous high-spirited look, and said, "Give up."
Continue in a moment.
(End of this chapter)