61: C61 Seven Strikes of the Martial God

C61 Seven Strikes of the Martial God

Lin Yang sneered. Without saying another word, he thrust the long spear in his hand and killed the disciple closest to him.

The moment he attacked, Mo Han, who was standing beside him, waved his sleeve. Two Sun Moon Golden Wheel flashed and cut the remaining disciple in half.

Hu Xu was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Lin Yang and the others with an angry expression.

"Lin Yang, Mo Han, what do you mean by this? Do you want to start a war with the Sword Sect?"

Lin Yang smiled faintly, his eyes filled with disdain. "Hu Xu, do you think you can represent the Sword Sect?"

Hu Xu's face was full of struggle. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Lin Yang. Lin Yang still had an arrogant expression on his face as he slowly walked towards him.

As the third step landed, a loud bell sound was heard. Lin Yang's Qi suddenly rose, causing Hu Xu and the others to take a few steps back.

"How is it? Have you made up your mind? Do you want to start a war? You still have seven people, and we only have five. You still have the upper hand. . . I'll give you a chance. Do you want to fight or not? "

Hu Xu looked at Lin Yang, who had a playful expression on his face. His face was filled with uncertainty. He clenched his fists tightly, but then he put them down. His eyes were filled with unwillingness.

"I. . . "

Before he could finish his words, Lin Yang took another step forward. In an instant, it was as if the surrounding Qi had been suppressed to the peak.

"Ding!"

A disciple of the Sword Sect beside Hu Xu threw down the weapon in his hand. He collapsed onto the ground and looked at Lin Yang with fear.

Lin Yang's eyes were still filled with contempt. "Me? Me? You think you're a genius? You are a laughing stock. You don't even have the courage to fight. What right do you have to be called a genius? "

The disciples of Sword Sect around Hu Xu retreated. At the same time, Lin Yang took the fifth step.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze. A fierce wave of Qi spread out from Lin Yang's body, causing all the disciples of the Sword Sect to cough out a mouthful of blood. Even Hu Xu's face turned pale.

"Genius Hu, have you thought it through? Do you want to endure the poison of fate or stand up and fight back? Trash, answer me!"

The golden-winged eagle behind Hu Xu kept flickering. One thought after another flew through his mind. The golden spiritual energy in his body was now mixed with a bit of black.

The headband broke and his black hair danced wildly. He looked like a crazy devil. He roared furiously and waved the Long Sword in his hand as he charged towards Lin Yang.

Lin Yang didn't even spare him a glance. He waved his sleeve, and gusts of violent wind swept across, throwing Hu Xu to the side.

Hu Xu still didn't want to give up. He kept charging at Lin Yang with all his might. Lin Yang easily neutralized his every move and spoke to the people behind him via divine sense.

"Hurry up and finish the rest of them!"

The four people behind him looked at each other. Their spiritual energy suddenly erupted and turned into four rays of light, rushing towards the remaining disciples of the Sword Sect.

Those disciples of the Sword Sect were like pigs, standing rooted to the ground and allowing Mo Han and the other three men to kill them.

Hu Xu saw his junior brothers die tragically in front of him. All of his golden spiritual energy had turned black, and his eyes were incomparably red. He roared and charged at Lin Yang once more.

Lin Yang shook his head. He turned his body to the side and the Nirvana Long Spear appeared in his hand. He thrust his spear forward and threw Hu Xu to the side.

Hu Xu struggled to get up from the hole. His body was covered in wounds, but he still continued to run towards Lin Yang.

Lin Yang's body flashed, and he thrust out his spear once again. Hu Xu's head broke into pieces.

At the same time, Mo Han and the other three had also finished off all the remaining Sword Sect disciples. Everyone stood in front of Lin Yang with a numb expression on their faces.

The few days they spent with Lin Yang had probably used up all the shock they had for their entire lives.

Only at this moment did Lin Yang heave a sigh of relief. He relaxed his body, and the surrounding Qi vanished into thin air. His face turned pale.2

His body was on the verge of collapsing. Mo Han quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

"Are you alright?"

Lin Yang shook his head. "It's a small matter. The consumption of spiritual power and soul power is a bit high. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have used this move. It's still a bit difficult for me to suppress seven people by myself with my current cultivation!"

Mo Han couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw Lin Yang's helpless expression.

What else do you want? Don't forget. You're still only at the sixth level of the Martial Master Realm. A person who can suppress seven people by himself is three or four levels higher than you! How can we live like this?!

Mo Lee also hesitated for a moment and softly asked, "Junior brother Lin Yang, what martial skill did you use just now?"

The surrounding Liu siblings all looked coldly at Mo Lee. Mo Lee shook his head repeatedly.

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to inquire about your martial skill. I was purely curious. If junior brother doesn't want to tell me, then forget it. "

Lin Yang shook his head. Logically speaking, it was not appropriate to ask about other people's martial skills, but to him, these were all trivial matters.

"The one just now, it's called the Martial God's Seven Steps. It can condense Qi and increase one's combat strength. "

Everyone nodded their heads. Mo Han pointed at Hu Xu's corpse. "What happened to him in the end? I remember that he wasn't that weak!"

Lin Yang smiled and nodded. "No matter what, he is still a Martial Spirit Stage. How could he be so weak?"

After saying that, he pulled Hu Xu's corpse over and smashed his dantian with his palm. Streams of dark spiritual energy spread out in all directions and instantly disappeared from the world.

"It just so happens that we can borrow his strength. I'll teach you guys a thing or two. We cultivators must strengthen our Dao hearts, and remember to always stay true to our Dao hearts!"

As he spoke, he kicked Hu Xu's corpse.

"This guy didn't die unjustly. His Dao heart was unstable, and it was destroyed by what I said just now. He was mentally deranged. Once he was mentally deranged and attacked by instinct, he wouldn't be able to defeat me!"

Everyone was deep in thought and nodded slowly.

Lin Yang saw that they had understood something, and his mood became happier.

"Alright, you all should enter this chaotic formation as soon as possible. Absorb the chaotic energy as soon as possible, and strive to break through to the Martial Spirit. "

The four of them nodded their heads and sat down cross-legged in the center of the chaos formation. Lin Yang was cultivating outside the formation, recovering his strength.

He didn't intend to use the chaos Qi to temper his Martial Spirit. He had already thought of how to refine the Black Dragon Martial Soul.

Normally, when it came to the refinement of a Martial Spirit, the first choice would be the various kinds of precious natural energies. However, Lin Yang did not intend to do so.

No matter how precious and rare the natural energies were, It was not formed by one's own body. It was impossible to refine one's Martial Spirit to such an extent. However, the spiritual Qi in one's body was different.

This was what Lin Yang thought. The strength of his spiritual force was extremely rare, and it was enough for him to reach the peak. Furthermore, he had mastered many Emperor Rank Technique, and these were the things he needed to temper his martial soul.

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