The southeastern water towns seem to be born with a layer of water mist. Especially in summer and autumn, no matter how clear the sky is, a bunch of dense black clouds can condense in the blink of an eye, and there is still heavy moisture, as if you can be drenched at any time.
And in this crowded arena, among the unexplained shouts and noises, among the twisted and fanatical figures, the dull and breathless feeling is even worse, leaving people with no time to think and no ability to think.
The host, whose legs were trembling, took courage and finally shouted the "start" announcement. But within a few seconds of this majesty, with just a glance from Ling Yao that seemed to be unintentional, he jumped out of the ring like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and hid in some nook and cranny.
Everyone is weird. Ling Linhan’s intuition is like this——
The excited and restless audience, the trembling host, the two factions of disciples at war with each other, and Ling Yao who was as calm as the eve of a storm.
Also, my confused self.
He suddenly thought that Ling Yao had said that he had the lingering inner demon hidden in him.
Ling Linhan always felt that he was protected by the Nine Heavens Heavy Cloud Tower, and he never took it seriously. But at this moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind:
Was he really not affected?
Even if he is not affected, what about others around him?
But his thoughts quickly drifted to other places strangely and uncontrollably. He began to think again:
What happened to Ling Yao?
The man in front of him no longer looked as carefree and unrestrained as usual, but instead looked a little embarrassed and weak. It seems that before Ling Weiran's death, he had already suffered a huge change.
But what makes Ling Linhan even more frightened is that although Ling Yao's physical condition is almost on the verge of collapse, his momentum and state of mind have reached an unprecedented level - tenacious, decisive, unruly, and transcendent. of……
Such Ling Yao made Ling Linhan feel strange and unpredictable.
If he were to face off against the previous Ling Yao, even if there was only a 50-50 chance of winning, Ling Linhan would only find it tricky and full of challenges. But now...
He watched Ling Yao slowly wipe the Yingying Sword, and watched the silver light reflected from the blade of the Yingying Sword.
It was clear that his chances of winning were greater, but he felt an inexplicable fear.
The two of them just stood there, neither of them making the first move.
"What's going on! Didn't everyone already shout start? Start now!"
"Yes! Start beating! How long have you been standing like this!"
"Is it a mental game? It doesn't look like it?"
"Hey! Are you suffering from stage fright?! We didn't come here to see this!!"
"Aren't we going to have a showdown and fight to the death?! I've been looking forward to it for five years! This is the result!?"
The voices from the audience reached Ling Linhan's ears intermittently. He felt like his head was going to explode, and it was like a hard stone that would not accept or turn.
"...It's not fair that you are like this now. Why do you have to..."
Even he didn't expect that the first sentence he spoke would be like this.
And after he spoke, he felt that he was particularly ridiculous - people were already standing on the ring, so what was the point of asking such a question? The person opposite would definitely laugh at himself like this.
But Ling Yao didn't smile. He just finally put down the hem of his clothes and shook the Chengying Sword that was polished to a shine:
"There is no reason. Originally...there is no fairness. I know you can't afford to lose, so there is no need for you to hesitate or be timid."
The blade of the Chengying Sword suddenly curled up with clusters of lightning, like burning purple flames.
Ling Yao slowly raised his sword and pointed it at Ling Linhan:
"But I won't give in. Because this time... I want to win."
"Ooooh! Is it going to start?! I saw him move!"
"Hurry! Start quickly!"
As the audience exclaimed and cheered, countless astrolabe patterns suddenly lit up on the ground of the arena. The white-gold light on the runes almost engulfed the entire arena in an instant.
The already gloomy sky was even more covered with dark clouds, and purple lightning loomed in the clouds, like a ferocious beast waiting to emerge from dormancy.
And at the moment when the formation patterns on the ground swirled, Ling Linhan suddenly stood up from the ground and jumped into the air. A sword energy suddenly rose into the sky and struck where he originally landed.
Two drops of cold sweat broke out on Ling Linhan's forehead. He immediately took two false steps in the air and turned around to avoid a thin line of lightning.
He clenched his right fist, let the black iron-colored spiritual power attach to it, and smashed it hard towards where Ling Yao was!
Ling Yao took a step sideways, struck with his sword, and hit the face of the fist, blocking the attack.
The two collided, and there was a buzzing sound of gold and iron impacting.
But it's not over yet. Although the power of the fist was blocked, the spiritual power in Ling Linhan's fist was still surging. Just in an instant, the spiritual power suddenly climbed up his fist, grew a row of black spikes, and stabbed Ling Yao's face.
At the same time, his left fist was also ready to go, and he used the force to swing forward, obviously attacking Ling Yao's abdomen.
However, Ling Yao's expression did not change, he just trembled his wrist slightly, causing the blade of the Chengying Sword to open in an arc, cutting it along the face of his fist, and then pulled a sword flower and struck Ling Linhan's lower left fist.
The spikes formed by spiritual power on Ling Linhan's right fist seemed to have lost their resistance and were about to pierce into Ling Yao's eyes; but when they touched the slightest bit of Ling Yao's face, they suddenly stopped growing, like ice and snow meeting heat. Generally dissolve.
Ling Linhan's pupils shrank, and when he saw Ling Yao holding the talisman in his left hand and drawing another thunderbolt, he knew that he would not get any benefits in this round, so he had to bend his arms to block Ling Yao's sword and retract his fist. Step back.
It's just that when he retreated, he naturally fell back into the formation, and he had to fight with the formation again.
The ground, the sky. Ling Yao already had the advantage from the start, catching Ling Linhan off guard. Ling Linhan thought about it for a while and realized that it was probably because he was at a loss before and was determined not to fight if he could, and did not enter a state of preparation for war at all, which allowed Ling Yao to take such an advantage.
But Ling Yao was right - Ling Yao really wanted to win, but he had many questions, and with Heng Nan behind him, he couldn't afford to lose. Even if he really doesn't want to fight Ling Yao to the death, he can't let his mind wander.
This battle is not about who is stronger and who is weaker, but who can get the unique voice of the Ling family.
He must hold the right to speak in his own hands in order to find out the truth of the matter and get the answers he wants.
He had to...get serious about it.
Ling Linhan punched the ground, and the ground of the arena suddenly cracked with a deep mark as wide as a palm, and the formation patterns attached to the ground were also shattered. Ling Linhan, who finally stood his ground, was filled with anger in his dantian. Using the shadow of the Nine Heavens Chongyun Tower as the foundation of his formation, he mobilized the majestic Five Elements Spiritual Power in the tower to assume the posture of the Five Elements Fist.
Under the glow of the pagoda, the spiritual formation pattern set up by Ling Yao began to be weakened little by little, and finally disappeared into nothingness. For a time, two different camps separated on the ground of the arena, forming a separatist trend.
The battle on the ground reached a stalemate, but Ling Yao was not idle either. Seeing the overwhelming power of Jiutian Chongyun Tower, he did not want to force it to compete for this location. He just stabilized the remaining formation patterns, silently recited the incantation, turned his hand to pick up the talisman, and wiped the blood from his fingers on the Yingying Sword. .
Immediately, wisps of white smoke rose from Chengying Sword. The white smoke contained and condensed the spiritual power of lightning and sword intent, turning it into flying swords that were half real and half imaginary. They were densely suspended in the surroundings, as if they were summoned with spiritual intelligence for people to dispatch, which made people feel dizzy. numb.
It's not like Ling Linhan has never seen the shadow of the Shadow Moon sword used by Ling Yao. But the current move has many differences from Changling Sword Sect's Shadow Moon Style - it not only materializes the shadow of the sword, but also incorporates some connotations of the power of space, and its power is also more powerful.
At this moment, Ling Linhan was even more convinced that despite being seriously injured in the battle between Ling Yaojing and Ling Feiyu, Ling Yaojing had improved to a higher level and had become better than his master.
He took a deep breath, waved his fist to draw out the shadow of the Xuanwu divine beast, and placed it in front of him; he also opened the door of the Nine Heavens Chongyun Tower, channeling the power of the ancient world to charge up the Xuanwu. The illusory Xuanwu gradually solidified and let out a deafening roar.
"W-!"
As if they had a clear understanding of each other, the two of them ordered together. The shadows of swords are all over the place, Xuanwu suppresses the shield, one attack and one defense, it is a stalemate and wear and tear.
[More violently. More violent tactics should be used. 】
Ling Linhan suddenly had such an idea in his mind.
[He has recently entered such a mysterious realm, but this is his first time in actual combat. If you use me as a whetstone now, you will only become braver as you fight! Judging from the ease with which he looked, he must have not used all his strength. If you don't strike hard, you will be pressed down and beaten by him in a short time. 】
[It’s not that I’m not strong enough, it’s that I don’t want to use all my strength to deal with him. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to turn back when I open my bow. But there is no turning back now, so why bother with restraint? You clearly have a treasure like the Jiutian Chongyun Pagoda in your hand, so why should you be afraid of a person like him who is weak with a strong bow and crossbow? 】
[I have been caring for Jiutian Chongyun Tower for many years, and I can control it like an arm and a finger. If you are really afraid of accidentally being cruel, you should use the power of the Nine Heavens Chongyun Tower to fight quickly and capture him with one blow to avoid hurting innocent people! 】
[Although Shenlong Academy’s many calculations against itself stem from the Jiutian Chongyun Tower, the Jiutian Chongyun Tower itself is just a magic weapon. If it falls on me, it is my destiny; if I don't use it, I will waste it. Since using it can help me solve problems better, why should I deliberately neglect a magic weapon and find a more troublesome way? 】
[Just once, just this time...]
Ling Linhan gritted his teeth.
Since he obtained the Nine Heavens Chongyun Pagoda, whether he is seeking the heavenly treasures or practicing secret techniques, his cultivation path has almost always revolved around this pagoda, and most of his strength lies in using the power of the pagoda. reflect. If he cannot fully utilize the Nine Heavens Chongyun Tower, it means that he has suppressed his own strength in disguise, putting himself at a disadvantage in battles at the same level.
If he wants to defeat Ling Yao, he must...
Anyway, just once...
…
Through the huge Xuanwu shadow, Ling Yao saw Ling Linhan's somewhat confused and struggling face.
He did not relax his vigilance, but continued to replenish the sword shadow step by step, staring closely at Ling Linhan under the Nine Heavens Chongyun Tower, as if waiting for an opportunity.
He also had a fragmentary understanding of the entanglement between Ling Xingran and Patriarch Tianxin: For unknown reasons, Ling Xingran actually killed Patriarch Tianxin, who was once half a god, here, and also sealed his body and treasures.
Therefore, as the last magic weapon that Patriarch Tianxin came into contact with before his death, Jiutian Chongyun Pagoda inherited Patriarch Tianxin's deep hatred, and would naturally induce Ling Linhan to hate the Jiutian Chongyun Pagoda every time he invoked it. He, Ling Xingran's "stand-in", killed him. The same is true at this moment.
And at this moment, the demon in his heart, who longs for his own death, how could he let this natural opportunity pass?
Suddenly, a cold red light flashed in Ling Linhan's eyes.
Ling Yao vaguely heard a strange murmur:
"If you prevent me from becoming a god... Qiu... Ling... you will have to die..."
The Nine Heavens Chongyun Tower suddenly became more powerful, and its majestic energy soared into the sky!
Although no one could hear him, he still couldn't help but spat:
"Tsk... I'm going to do this again. Damn it, I'll take the blame if someone escapes. I'm afraid I've planned it long ago and won't do anything until I use up all the communication talismans... It's better now, I can't even This emergency signal cannot be sent back to Jianmen."
But his eyes no longer stayed on Ling Linhan, but instead looked around at the people under the ring. The will of Jiutian Chongyun Tower temporarily occupied Ling Linhan, and the inner demons naturally became more unscrupulous. In Ling Yao's eyes, the people in the audience were just like Ling Linhan, with their eyes glowing with the strange red light produced after being controlled by inner demons.
Gradually, the words they uttered no longer belonged to human language, and the movements they performed were distorted beyond the limits of the human body; they were no longer satisfied with the carnival under the ring, and took out their weapons one after another, using their feet together to fight. Climb onto the ring.
"Kill him...kill him!"
"Our enemy!"
"It should be cut to pieces!!"
Boom——!
The first thunder exploded in the sky, and heavy rain immediately washed down, but it could not cover up the roar of people.
They roared and roared, braving the sudden heavy rain, and swarmed towards Ling Yao with their teeth and claws like possessed water ghosts.
However, Ling Yao smiled calmly, as if he was not the one these people wanted to kill:
"I want to act like everyone is drunk and I am sober, and I want to make a scene as if I have betrayed my family. Why bother? I am not your kind and foresight 'protagonist'. I want to be elegant, win, and be famous all over the world."
He seemed to be talking to the demon in his heart, and it seemed more like he was talking to himself.
"If you didn't know that Ling Xingran just found a family to cover up, and it was not the Ling family at all, maybe I still care a little about the Ling family. But now, there is no blood relationship, and there is no bond of relatives and friends. Whether the Ling family is dead or not, they Innocent or not, what does it have to do with me?
"What if they get out of control and accuse me of killing innocent people and being murderous? Do I need this beautiful reputation?
"If they dare to take action, I will kill them! How fair?"
He suddenly burned the talisman in his hand, took out a stack of talisman papers from his sleeve, and threw them all towards Ling Linhan, holding one on top. Then he turned around suddenly, pushed the sword with his backhand, and pierced a man who rushed behind him with a knife.
Poof——shua——
The Chengying Sword showed no mercy, hit the target with one blow, and immediately pulled out, turning around and piercing the shoulder blade of the person next to him, the neck of another person, and the head of another person.
The flying blood drew long arcs in the air and splashed on everyone's face.
Boom——!
He is not the enemy of the whole world. He was just waiting for the clouds to clear and the rain to clear.
So he won't be confused or hesitate. Just kill the madman in front of you.
He wants to win.
As a salty fish, he has never had such a strong desire to win or lose.
But this time it's different.
He wanted to take this opportunity to let Ling Xingran know that this "fate" was not unchangeable, but that Ling Xingran was unwilling to suffer for himself and wanted others to suffer for him, but he became a coward and ran away!
Therefore, even if he wins, it will only make him infamous, and if he wins, it will only make him dying. Even if he wants to die here, he must break through the so-called "plot";
He, too, must win!
