"Don't you dare be so arrogant!"
With a scoff, Long Bashi unsheathed his sword and activated the vital Qi in his body. He then sprang up from the ground and stabbed at Lin Yun from above.
"You don't have to intervene. I will deal with him alone!" Lin Yun willed the skull sword to appear in his hand.
The Apocalyptic Godly Sword Formula — First Form!
Lin Yun stomped hard on the ground with one foot and leaped into the air, facing Long Bashi head-on.
The two figures met in mid-air, the weapons in their hands clashing violently, causing sparks to fly everywhere.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, the two figures separated from each other in mid-air.
Long Bashi and Lin Yun were evenly matched, each falling five meters back to the ground.
After Dragon Lord landed on the ground, he didn't have time to gather his strength again. However, Lin Yun rushed over with lightning speed and launched another fierce offensive against Dragon Lord.
The Apocalyptic Godly Sword Formula — Third Form!
Lin Yun waved his sword with one hand, and the blade disappeared from his hand, leaving behind countless flashes of sword light that interweaved into a dense net of swords, crushing toward Long Bashi.
Long Bashi hurriedly injected his vital Qi into his sword and activated the Phantom Sword Formula as fast as he could.
He thrust his sword forward, instantly forming more than a dozen flashes of sword light that collided with the dense net of swords from different angles, producing a series of metallic clangs.
Long Bashi was a mid-level Third Grade Martial Master, and his strength was not even comparable to that of Kang Nam-gun at his peak.
In everyone's eyes, he had no hope of winning against Lin Yun. It was precisely because of this that Yun Xiaoyao could rest assured and leave Long Bashi to Lin Yun.
Under Lin Yun's ferocious attacks, Long Bashi was soon unable to hold his own and had no choice but to use his final trump card.
An incomparably violent wave of vital Qi erupted from Long Bashi's body and gathered behind him to form a uniquely shaped sword.
The surface of the sword's blade was engraved with a strange pattern of swirls. Its surface emitted a faint green glow, indicating that it was a Mystic Level martial soul.
Lin Yun did not stop attacking just because Long Bashi had activated his martial soul.
Long Bashi continued to block Lin Yun's attacks, as if nothing had changed.
The swords in their hands collided at an extremely high frequency. However, Lin Yun felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, while Long Bashi was getting stronger and stronger.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Yun could no longer suppress Long Bashi. Instead, he was being suppressed by Long Bashi.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw Lin Yun fall into a disadvantageous position. They couldn't understand what was going on.
Yun Xiaoyao immediately reminded Lin Yun, "Retreat quickly, Lin Yun. The Dragon Tyrant's martial soul's ability allows his attacks to carry the special effect of absorbing the opponent's strength."
"Long, Bashi, don't let Bashi, not even if Bashi hit. This way, your strength will continue to weaken, and his will grow stronger! "
Lin Yun retreated a dozen meters when he heard Yun Xiaoyao's words, looking at Long Bashi cautiously.
After Long Bashi had activated his martial soul, every time the sword in Lin Yun's hand collided with Long Bashi's, Lin Yun's strength would weaken a little.
After increasing the distance between him and Long Bashi, Lin Yun's strength stopped weakening. This was obviously due to Long Bashi's martial soul's ability.
"What's wrong? Do you feel that your strength has weakened? "Long Bashi looked at Lin Yun mockingly and said to Lin Yun in a provocative tone.
Lin Yun did not speak. Instead, a large amount of vital Qi exploded from his body and gathered behind him to form a pitch-black divine sword with a dazzling golden surface.
The moment the Sword of the Demon God appeared, the entire scene was shrouded in an ancient aura.
Lin Yun's hair fluttered in the wind, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. His aura rose steadily, as if he had become a different person.
When the dazzling golden light on the Sword of the Demon God gathered on the blade, Lin Yun's aura reached its peak.
Long Bashi's expression turned grave when he saw Lin Yun's Heaven Rank martial soul. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He couldn't help but look around to see if the Jiang Family's reinforcements had arrived. However, he didn't see any of them.
Just as he was complaining about the Jiang family's lack of reinforcements, Lin Yun had already charged toward him with an unstoppable force.
The Jiang family's reinforcements had yet to arrive, and Long Bashi was alone and helpless. He had no other choice but to bite the bullet!
Making up his mind, Long Bashi raised his sword to meet Yun Xiaoyao head-on.
Just as the two were about to collide, Lin Yun's body froze. His limbs could no longer move, and he could only let his body move forward due to inertia.
Long Bashi had thought that Lin Yun's sword would be faster than his. However, he had not expected that Lin Yun's sword would stop halfway, and he had the chance to slash at Lin Yun's neck.
Puchi!
With the sound of flesh tearing, the sword blade sank half an inch into Lin Yun's neck, and Lin Yun's stiff body was sent flying.
At that moment, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief. Obviously, they had not expected that Lin Yun would be defeated.
Even Tyrant Long himself couldn't believe that he could injure Lin Yun, who even Jiang Nanjian couldn't defeat, with a single slash.
Lin Yun was sent flying more than ten meters away, and landed stiffly on the ground with a loud sound.
"Brother Yun!"
"Lin Yun!"
"Little brother!"
Lin Ying, Yun Ruoxi, and Yun Xiaoyao surrounded Lin Yun at the same time, anxiously checking on Lin Yun's condition.
Lin Ying immediately squatted down and hugged Lin Yun, his heart aching. He quickly took out the tenth-grade healing pill that Lin Yun had personally refined for him, and carefully fed it into Lin Yun's mouth.
Yun Ruoxi and Yun Xiaoyao looked at Lin Yun worriedly.
At this moment, there was a fresh cut on Lin Yun's neck. However, the cut was only half an inch deep, and not fatal.
Other than the red cut, there were many tiny black and red beads of blood seeping out of Lin Yun's pores, giving his skin an abnormal black and red color.
"Brother Yun … sob …" Seeing Lin Yun in this state, Lin Ying's tears fell like a downpour, flowing uncontrollably.
It was not only Lin Ying; even Yun Ruoxi's eyes glistened with tears.
Yun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, frowned in confusion. "What's going on? It can't be caused by Long Bashi! "
Yun Xiaoyao knew the ability of Long Bashi's martial soul. It relied on attacking to absorb the opponent's strength, so it was impossible for it to have caused Lin Yun to become like this.
Even Long Bashi was puzzled as to why Lin Yun had become like this.
After swallowing the tenth-grade medicinal pill, the wound on Lin Yun's neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it was as good as new.
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