As soon as he finished his sentence, the scarred disciple raised the blade in his hand above his head.
Immediately after, a large amount of Immortal Qi shot out from his body and merged with the blade in the blink of an eye.
After the blade merged with the Immortal Qi, it floated in the air and constantly vibrated.
"Hehe, so this is my Sacred Martial Spirit — Demonic Sword Clone. Are you scared out of your wits?" The scarred disciple saw that Lin Yun was motionless and immediately mocked Lin Yun.
"Hahaha, trash from the Alliance Martial House probably hasn't even seen a Sacred Martial Spirit before. It's only natural." The bald youth sneered, "Senior Brother, hurry up and kill this trash!"
The scarred disciple nodded and then raised his left hand with two fingers together. His palm moved slightly and pointed at Lin Yun from afar.
Almost at the same time, the Demonic Sword Clone above his head directly shot towards Lin Yun at lightning speed.
When the blade was less than a meter away from Lin Yun, Lin Yun's body slightly leaned to the side and easily dodged the sword.
"What a fast reaction speed!" The scarred disciple also frowned, but he was not discouraged. He slowly hooked two fingers in the air and the Demonic Sword Clone made a half circle in the air and continued to stab towards Lin Yun's back.
Lin Yun was expressionless and even had his hands behind his back. When the blade was only a meter away from him, he dodged it again.
"You!" The scarred disciple saw Lin Yun's disdainful look and couldn't help but be enraged. He hurriedly controlled the Demonic Sword Clone and continuously launched dozens of attacks at Lin Yun.
However, every attack that was about to hit Lin Yun was easily dodged by Lin Yun.
Such a thrilling scene, even Qingyi and Xiahou Xuan couldn't help but break out in cold sweat for Lin Yun.
"There's something wrong with this kid. Let's get rid of him together," the man wearing a grey headscarf said.
Following that, he released his Martial Spirit. It was a Heaven Grade Martial Spirit, in the shape of a human silhouette.
After releasing his Martial Soul, the man's figure suddenly trembled. Suddenly, his body split into three and turned into three shadows.
Then, these three shadows quickly materialized into human form, becoming exactly the same as him.
"Die!" The three men with gray headscarves unsheathed their swords at the same time and attacked Lin Yun from three different directions. Together with the scarred disciple, they formed a pincer attack.
Facing a pincer attack from all sides, Lin Yun seemed to have nowhere to run.
Xiahou Xuan and Qing Yi drew their weapons at the same time and prepared to assist Lin Yun.
"Too late!" The scarred disciple sneered. From his point of view, the dust had already settled. Lin Yun was dead for sure.
However, the next shocking scene caused the bald young man who was about to attack to freeze on the spot.
It also caused Qingyi and Xiahou Xuan, who were about to assist, to stop in their tracks.
They saw Lin Yun's body suddenly move when the four figures were close to him.
Lin Yun reached out with his right hand and snatched the sword from the scarred man's hand. Following that, he raised his hand and swung the sword down without any hesitation.
At the same time, Lin Yun clenched his left hand into a fist and threw a punch behind him, causing the scarred disciple's body to fly backward and spurt out a mouthful of blood.
Following that, Lin Yun did not dodge the attacks of the other two scarred men.
When the attacks from the two figures landed behind him, they were like stones that had fallen into a pool of water; they instantly dissipated.
The entire battlefield was silent. At this moment, everyone could clearly hear the sound of their heartbeats.
Everyone's faces were filled with disbelief as they looked at Lin Yun in shock.
The sword in Lin Yun's right hand was the scarred man's sword.
The sword had penetrated the scarred man's chest and penetrated his heart.
As for the scarred disciple, he was lying two hundred meters away like a soft sponge. His seven apertures were bleeding, and all the meridians in his body were broken.
Just a single palm strike!
The scarred man stared at the sword in his chest in disbelief. He had never expected that he would die in the hands of his own weapon one day.
"How … how did you know where my real body is?" The scarred man used his last breath to ask the question that he could not understand.
His Martial Soul could create two clones for him, which he could control to confuse his opponent, allowing his real body to launch a surprise attack.
Normally, his aura and the two clones should be exactly the same. He could not understand how Lin Yun was able to see through it.
"Very weak." However, Lin Yun did not bother to answer his question. In front of his Divine Sense, this kind of clone was still too immature.
And these two disciples of the Sword Faction were also very immature.
Although Lin Yun's current realm was only at the late stage of the fourth-grade Wu Huang, his real strength in the Normal State was already comparable to that of the ninth-grade Wu Huang.
In the Normal State, he did not need to use the Demon God Core Crystal, activate any Martial Soul, use any bloodline power, or use the Demon Slayer Sword or the Blood Killing Spiral Dart.
And the "strength" here did not include Lin Yun's defensive power, because Lin Yun had already cultivated the Indestructible Divine Body to the final stage. Under the Normal State, he could remain unscathed under Wu Sheng's attack without using any defensive means.
The scarred man was just a sixth-grade Wu Huang, so it was normal that he could not withstand Lin Yun's palm strike.
For a greenhouse flower like him who had never experienced a life and death battle, no matter how high his realm was, he would only die on the battlefield.
Hearing Lin Yun's words, the scarred man's eyes widened, and he directly spat out a large amount of blood. He fell on his back, dead on the spot.
Lin Yun pulled out the sword from his chest and then casually waved it. The sword pierced through the sky and accurately stabbed into the scarred disciple's head 200 meters away.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, it was as if time had stopped.
The bald youth, Xiahou Xuan, and Qing Yi all held their breaths as they watched this scene in a daze.
The time between the scarred man's sudden death and the scarred disciple's death was less than two seconds.
In two seconds, Lin Yun had killed two sixth-grade Wu Huang.
Was this still the fourth-grade Wu Huang they knew?
Even though Qing Yi and Xiahou Xuan were prepared to accept Lin Yun's strength, they never imagined that Lin Yun could be so strong. It was shocking!
It was only after a few seconds that Xiahou Xuan reacted and could not help but suck in a cold breath.
Qing Yi also shuddered. Only now did she understand that from the beginning of the battle, Lin Yun had only been playing with his enemies.
With Lin Yun's current strength, it would be too easy for him to kill these enemies.
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