"How … How is this possible?" Qing Yi was shocked, but the Array Faction disciple was already in front of him. He hastily drew his sword to meet him.
In an instant, the sound of metal clashing rang out in the room.
Qing Yi was confused. He couldn't believe that his Martial Spirit's ability had no effect on an enemy of the same level.
Even if he was a peak level five Martial Monarch, it would be impossible for him to be completely unaffected by his Electromagnetic Barrier.
Between the two of them, blades and swords flashed. It was obvious that this disciple of the Array Faction had the upper hand. He even had the leisure to mock Qing Yi.
"I saw your battle with the Sword Faction disciple in the restaurant yesterday.
"Your Martial Spirit must be able to release invisible lightning energy to paralyze the enemy's body, causing their reaction speed and defense to weaken, right?"
Hearing this Array Faction disciple's words, Qing Yi clenched his teeth. His martial soul had been clearly seen through by the enemy.
"But unfortunately, your Martial Spirit's ability is useless against me."
At this point, the Array Faction's disciple also released his Heaven rank martial spirit. It was a triangular mirror.
"This is my Martial Spirit. It's called the 'Reflective Triangular Mirror'. It allows me to reflect all the energy transmitted by the wave."
"Although my Martial Spirit is usually useless in battle, it can perfectly restrain you when it comes to you."
Hearing the Array Faction's disciple's words, Qing Yi's face turned ugly. He never thought that his Martial Spirit would lose its power one day.
"Go deal with that trash who's about to pee his pants. I'll deal with Xiahou Xuan. Finish him quickly and come back to support us," the white-clothed youth ordered his fat companion.
"Leave him to me. He's just a piece of trash who isn't even a Grade 5 Martial Monarch. I'll let him know that the General Alliance Meeting is not something a piece of trash like him can attend." The fat disciple drew his weapon and walked towards Lin Yun.
At the same time, the white-clothed youth also drew his sword and attacked Xiahou Xuan.
"Brother Jiang Yun …" Xiahou Xuan frowned and glanced at Lin Yun.
However, the youth's longsword was already in front of her. Xiahou Xuan had no choice but to activate her Martial Soul and raise her sword to meet the enemy.
In just a few exchanges, the white-robed youth was forced back nearly ten meters by Xiahou Xuan.
The white-clothed youth looked at his own palm in astonishment. He then sneered, "Kinetic Rebound, it seems like your Martial Soul is quite interesting."
The white clothed young man rubbed his wrist, and then he continued ridiculing. "What a pity, Young Miss Xuan 'er. If you have such ability, you won't be able to defeat me. "
"I've long heard that Miss Xuan 'er is as beautiful as a goddess. You're a goddess loved by all in the Xiahou Martial House."
"If you agree to marry me, I can consider letting you go."
Xiahou Xuan's face was full of anger as she yelled, "Scram! Stop daydreaming! "
At the same time, the fat disciple also walked towards Lin Yun with a sharp blade in his hand. At the same time, he did not forget to say coldly, "Little trash, you don't even dare to move? Don't worry, my blade is very fast, I won't let … "
He stopped abruptly as Lin Yun suddenly turned around. Rings appeared in his eyes.
One Hundred Reincarnations!
When he met Lin Yun's eyes, the fat disciple's body suddenly trembled. Then, like a log, he fell backwards and lay on the ground, unresponsive.
At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.
The white-clothed youth fighting Xiahou Xuan widened his eyes in disbelief, as if he had seen the most unbelievable thing in the world.
The scrawny disciple of the Array Faction also took a deep breath and retreated ten steps. He looked at Lin Yun in astonishment and exclaimed, "What … what did you do?"
"Impossible … you piece of trash … you only took a look, how did this happen?!"
When they saw the look of disbelief on their opponent's face, Xiahou Xuan and Qing Yi also turned around and looked in the direction of Lin Yun in confusion.
In their vision, they saw the fat disciple lying on the ground without the slightest sign of life, as if he was a corpse.
Next to him, Lin Yun still had his hands behind his back and did not move at all, as if nothing had happened.
"What happened? What did Jiang Yun do … "Qing Yi also had an expression of confusion.
At this moment, the same thought flashed through his and Xiahou Xuan's minds.
What did Lin Yun do?
Why was a late-stage level-five Wu Huang, a disciple of the Array Faction of the same level as Qing Yi, lying at Lin Yun's feet?
While everyone was still in shock, the white-clothed youth's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light.
When he saw that Xiahou Xuan was distracted by the scene before her, he clenched his teeth and raised his longsword, stabbing it towards her chest.
The sword cut through the air with lightning speed and was about to reach Xiahou Xuan's chest in the blink of an eye.
"Watch out!" Qing Yi hurriedly cried out when he saw this scene.
He wanted to help, but he was too far away from Xiahou Xuan. If he waited until he reached her, it would be too late.
"Jiang …" Xiahou Xuan's attention was completely drawn to Lin Yun. Lin Yun's back was reflected in her vision, so she did not feel at all that a sharp sword was about to stab into her chest.
Suddenly, Xiahou Xuan was shocked to realize that Lin Yun had suddenly disappeared from her vision.
Then, a dazzling crescent sword light suddenly appeared in this space.
A mist of blood shot out. The white-clothed youth's posture was still the same as when he had drawn his sword. However, there was no sword in his hand now.
Where was the sword?
The sword was in the youth's hand, and fresh blood was still dripping from the blade of the sword.
"No … No … 'Falling Moon Sword Technique' … You … How did you …" The white-clothed youth clutched the sword wound on his throat as he stumbled backward.
He could not believe that an insignificant late stage Grade 4 Martial Monarch, the trash that he had called trash, could instantly snatch his sword from his hand from such a long distance. Furthermore, he even used a Sage Ranked Sword Technique to kill him.
Fresh blood spurted out from the gash on the white-clothed youth's throat. He had no time to heal himself, and Lin Yun's sword had almost severed his head from his body.
Bang!
Accompanied by a muffled sound, the white-robed youth's body stiffly fell backwards. He was already dead!
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