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In the arena, the expression of the old man was rather gloomy. His hidden eyes stared at the young man, who had already slipped away and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The cold killing intent between his brows became even denser.

"This brat, how did his speed suddenly increase so much? Could it be because of that sword spirit?"

Noticing that there was no movement in the surroundings, he frowned and nodded his head. In his opinion, the reason why Ling Jian's speed had suddenly increased so fast was probably because of the Immortal Execution Sword and sword soul.

"Whoever dares to rush into my territory doesn't need to worry about me killing them directly!"

Stop!" Old Yin cried out in alarm, spreading his voice in all directions like a tidal wave, causing all of the people nearby to quiet down. They could sense his powerful aura and felt a strong sense of danger.

At this time, if anyone dared to attack Ling Jian in front of Old Yin and prey on him, Old Yin would not mind killing them directly. Although there were many sects from the sects here and many sects that were not inferior to the small world sects, at this time, Old Yin could not afford to give out such a good item to any other sect.

The sword soul of the Divine Punisher Blade, Old Yin must be it.

"This damned brat, he actually used so many methods. Forget it, it's time to stop him from prancing around."

This was also the reason why he did not immediately give chase. Before he gave chase, he had to calm down the restlessness in his surroundings first before he could wholeheartedly chase down Ling Jian.

This kid absolutely couldn't be allowed to live. Otherwise, if he tried some other tricks, it would be difficult to escape his trickery.

As he thought till this point, Old Yin retracted his eagle-like gaze and suddenly straightened his body, he stomped on the ground and a series of cracks appeared on the ground, a gloomy Qi swept out from his body in all directions, his robes fluttered in the wind.

Old Yin's hands suddenly formed a seal in the air when he shot out. The seal was placed in a strange corner and his arms suddenly shook. A roar immediately resounded in the surroundings.

"Giant Spirit State!"

Boom!

An illusory figure that was over fifty feet tall stood in this region of the world. The huge figure that had suddenly stood up directly pierced through the airflow above his head. Old Yin's tiny body directly landed on the illusory figure's shoulder.

"Fuse!"

The foot of the old man suddenly tapped on the illusionary shoulder of the figure and waves of ripples appeared. When the foot landed, the illusionary figure immediately changed to a physical form and it abruptly shrunk. Its fifty to sixty feet body shrunk to thirty to forty feet and became even more solid.

Boom!

Old Yin's body completely merged with the giant shadow. The huge figure emitting the cold Qi from his body stomped on the ground and shot out over a hundred feet before suddenly disappearing.

"Brat, if you can force me to use my Giant Spirit state, even if you die, you'll be satisfied …"

Old Yin's roar emitted an icy cold sound that echoed through the air. Wherever he went, the air was frozen. The martial practitioners and vicious beasts that were on the verge of moving were instantly killed.

"..."

"Old fart, Old Yin, you won't give up, right? "If that's the case, then it will be terrible. If that's the case, then the small world sects and the Clear Sky Sect …"

The sword qi below his feet was about half the size of the Luan World Sword, and was evolved from the sword qi in his sea of consciousness. The move from before had made Ling Jian unable to imagine that under the explosive force of absolute speed, the sword qi could actually carry his body and unleash the strongest power of the Imperial Sword Technique.

At this moment, the young man's face was tightly sealed, and he was not excited by this unexpected gain. On the contrary, he was looking behind him with a worried look in his eyes, he was not afraid of Old Yin coming, he was only afraid that the other party would not come.

Killing the disciples of the small sect, this was definitely enough for the small sect to have enough reasons to destroy the entire Qing-Yun Sect, as well as to wipe out Ling Jian.

However, just as Ling Jian continued to stare at the space behind him with a deeply furrowed brow and was about to return, the space behind him suddenly emitted an intense shockwave. However, just as Ling Jian continued to stare at the space behind him with a deeply furrowed brow and was about to return, the space behind him suddenly began to ripple violently.

Boom!

Its fierce and cold eyes were staring at the violent ripples occurring behind it. Suddenly, just as Ling Jian sensed it and was surprised for a moment, the huge object that caused Ling Jian to immediately pounce from a few dozen feet away, bringing with it a thirty to forty foot shadow, shrouding the entire sky and the earth.

"Brat, you are still here after all. I was just afraid that you had already escaped!"

When Old Yin sensed Ling Jian's aura, he immediately increased his speed upon seeing Ling Jian standing right in front of him, causing the air currents in his surroundings to churn like the waves of a huge ship.2

"I was just about to look for you but you actually came. Alright, then I'll kill you today …"

In the next moment, he knew that the other party was using a Giant Spirit skill. Although his words were filled with thorns, he did not show the slightest bit of carelessness on his face, and just as the giant figure pounced towards him, he suddenly stomped on the sword Qi. The figure turned into a streak of light, and violently tore a crack under the boundless darkness.

The cracks extended and a blinding light shot into Ling Jian's eyes. With a quick dash, Ling Jian appeared behind the gigantic shadow.

"Brat, you're so fast, yet you're so stupid that you didn't escape and instead planned to kill me. Can I say that you're not courting death?"

Countless streams of air slipped away from between his fingers. His hands were spread apart, and only a hint of blood was left on his palm. That was the mark made by the sword that was left from Ling Jian's sword when he broke through the seal on his palm earlier …

"What sharp sword Qis …"

His eyes became as bloody as the blood on his palm. He did not plan to stop the blood, but his eyes that were filled with dense blood Qi suddenly turned around and looked at the young man standing on top of the sword spirit.

"..."

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