Lin Yun's current speed had completely exceeded Jiang Wuying's expectations.
In just the blink of an eye, Lin Yun appeared in front of Jiang Wuying and launched an attack at him, catching him off guard.
Jiang Wuying instinctively raised his sword to block and hastily faced Lin Yun's attack, but he was forced to retreat by Lin Yun.
It was only after Jiang Wuying was forced to retreat dozens of meters did he suddenly recall that Lin Yun hadn't even used his Martial Soul yet.
A sixth-grade Martial Warrior youth who hadn't even used his Martial Soul was able to beat him, a Martial Master powerhouse, to the point of fleeing like a rat?
What kind of joke was this?!
Unknowingly, Jiang Wuying's forehead was already dripping with cold sweat. He finally realized the danger he was in for the first time.
Without thinking much, Jiang Wuying immediately activated the Yuan Qi in his body and gathered a large amount of Yuan Qi on the sword in his hand.
Phantom Sword Art — Eighteenth Style!
Jiang Wuying suddenly switched from defense to offense. He took a step forward and stabbed the sword in his hand at Lin Yun.
At the instant he stabbed, the sword suddenly separated into hundreds of phantoms, as if hundreds of swords were stabbing at Lin Yun at the same time.
Facing the hundreds of sword light phantoms that were stabbing at him, Lin Yun still didn't have the intention to activate his Martial Soul. He even calmly closed his eyes at this moment.
When Lin Yun opened his eyes again, he had already entered the state of Minute Subtlety. The hundreds of sword shadows that were stabbing at him had turned into a clear outline of a sword in his eyes that was constantly stabbing at him.
Lin Yun stood on the spot without moving an inch. He casually lifted his sword to block, easily blocking Jiang Wuying's sword.
In just a second, Jiang Wuying had stabbed hundreds of times at Lin Yun, but all of them were blocked by Lin Yun without any exception.
Jiang Wuying immediately increased the speed of his sword to the limit. However, no matter how much he increased the speed of his sword, it was still slow in Lin Yun's eyes.
Unknowingly, Jiang Wuying was already covered in cold sweat, and he began to panic.
He couldn't understand why there was such a huge gap between them when they were still in the realm of the sixth level Martial Warrior.
The current Lin Yun was like a completely different person from the previous Lin Yun.
This would include Lin Yun's experiences in the Tower of Trials!
Jiang Wuying panicked, and his sword art was completely disrupted.
The sword that he stabbed out in a frenzy was completely out of his control. It was simply a random stab.
By a freak combination of factors, he thrust his sword at Lin Yun's chest.
He had never thought that his sword would hit Lin Yun.
However, the reality was completely beyond his expectations.
When the sword pierced towards him, Lin Yun stood there motionlessly. He didn't even move half a step. He didn't even look at the incoming sword. He didn't have the slightest intention of dodging.
In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, the sword stabbed into Lin Yun's chest without holding back.
In that instant, the sword was instantly bent by Lin Yun's chest, arching upwards.
As for Lin Yun's chest muscles, it merely caved in a little. His skin wasn't even broken, and he managed to block Jiang Wuying's sword just like that.
The scene instantly froze.
Jiang Wuying looked at Lin Yun's body in disbelief, as though he was looking at a monster.
Meanwhile, Lin Yun was also looking at him with contempt. His gaze was deep and cold, as though he was a supreme god looking down on an ant.
"I believe you should understand that the current you is no longer a match for me!" Lin Yun's tone became abnormally cold. When he spoke, he directly used the term 'me' to address him. Clearly, he had no intention of leaving him alive.
After hearing that, Jiang Wuying staggered a few steps back. He then looked at Lin Yun with a fearful gaze. "Who exactly are you?!"
Lin Yun didn't reply. He merely pressed forward with his sword expressionlessly.
Armageddon Godly Sword Art — Third Style!
With a wave of the skeleton sword in Lin Yun's hand, it instantly disappeared from his hand and turned into a sky full of afterimages of sword-light. They interweaved into a dense sword net that slashed towards Jiang Wuying.
Jiang Wuying hurriedly executed the Phantom Sword Art to block it. However, his Phantom Sword Art was so fragile in front of Lin Yun.
In just a short instant, the sword-light phantom that Jiang Wuying stabbed out was completely destroyed by Lin Yun.
As for Jiang Wuying himself, he was also struck by countless swords at that instant. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in wounds.
At this moment, Jiang Wuying was already forced to a dead end, and he was in a desperate situation. However, Lin Yun still hadn't even used his Martial Soul!
"Lin Yun, don't force me!" After Jiang Wuying took a few steps back, a cruel look suddenly flashed across his eyes. He then took out a black elixir from his pocket.
After glaring at Lin Yun fiercely, he swallowed the black elixir without hesitation.
This black elixir was the Jiang Family's best-selling specialty — the Berserker Elixir.
Although the Berserker Elixir could increase one's strength in a short period of time, it had a huge side effect.
Jiang Wuying had brought the Berserker Elixir with him, and he initially wanted to use it in an emergency. He didn't expect to use it against a young man today.
After the Berserker Elixir entered his stomach, Jiang Wuying's aura rose steadily, and the injuries all over his body were gradually recovering.
"Come, let's end this!" Jiang Wuying channeled all the remaining Yuan Qi in his body into the sword in his hand at one go.
At that instant, a layer of blue light film formed on the blade of the sword, as though the sword was draped with a layer of blue coat.
This time, the Yuan Qi contained in the treasured sword was much stronger than any of the previous times!
Clearly, this was Jiang Wuying's last strike.
"Go to hell!"
After accumulating to the limit, Jiang Wuying yelled crazily and swept the sword forward with both hands.
A transparent blade of air that was more than 30 meters wide was formed the instant the sword swept across. The transparent blade of air suddenly elongated and swept across the ground at a terrifying speed, slashing at Lin Yun with a destructive force.
At the same time, Jiang Wuying activated the ability of his Martial Soul again and confined Lin Yun's body to the ground, rendering Lin Yun unable to move at all.
Lin Yun stood where he was and was struck by the transparent blade of air that carried a terrifying energy. His body was then swept away by the transparent blade of air and crashed into the cliff dozens of meters behind him.
Boom —
Accompanied by a loud sound, the cliff collapsed from the impact of the blade of air, disintegrating into countless rocks that scattered on the ground, burying Lin Yun, who had fallen together with it.
In an instant, dust filled the sky and covered the sun.
After displaying the power of his Martial Soul, Jiang Wuying knelt on the ground and groaned in pain while holding his head with both hands.
When the flying dust dispersed, Jiang Wuying's condition only recovered a little. Even so, he still looked weak, and it was obvious that he was already at the end of his rope.
He stood up from the ground unsteadily and looked at the pile of rocks not far away with a nervous gaze.
The pile of rocks that was initially still suddenly moved at some point, and the rocks at the top kept rolling down.
A palm reached out from the pile of rocks, followed by another one. Both palms pushed on the pile of rocks, and a young man emerged from it.
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