This kind of fighting method is exactly what Pang Yan thought.

But it is very unfavorable to Lingyun.

So Lingyun must seek change.

So, after another sword confrontation, Ling Yun deliberately opened the distance with Pang Yan and no longer got entangled with him.

Then he kept a distance from Pang Yan for a while and did not continue to fight with him as fiercely as before.

"Lingyun, do you think you can beat me by keeping a distance from me? I will let you know that no matter what, you will definitely lose."

Pang Yan looked proud.

Suddenly, three black lights appeared around his body.

Then three clones that looked exactly like Pang Yan appeared beside Pang Yan.

Although Pang Yan's three clones are a little weak, they are at least equivalent to the early stage of the fourth level of the Zhenwu Realm and should not be underestimated.

Immediately afterwards.

Without any delay, Pang Yan saw him and his three clones take out a heavy sword, then take action together, and attack Ling Yun frantically.

Ling Yun's expression suddenly subsided, and he looked at Pang Yan and his three clones with great vigilance.

Seeing that fierce attack was about to fall on me.

Ling Yun had to stimulate the confusion of time and space and distortion of space, so that he still had a certain reaction time.

Ling Yun knew that it was obviously impossible to kill Pang Yan and his three clones at one time with his ability.

Moreover, when fighting with Pang Yan, you must not delay, you can only fight quickly.

One blow must cause Pang Yan's body to severely damage it, so that his healing body will not be able to heal his body in a short period of time, so that he can take advantage of this period of time to take Pang Yan in one fell swoop.

"I can only give up."

Lingyun's heart was ironic.

I plan to take a try and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

"The Holy Dragon Ruler, the third inscription."

"The mystery of the second intermediate thunder."

"A high level of the mystery of the wind."

Ling Yun put away the ancient sword of Qiankun and held the holy dragon ruler in the palm of his hand.

As spiritual power continued to pour into the holy dragon ruler from afar, the dragon energy on the holy dragon ruler boiled, and a huge holy dragon condensed wildly. Both the size and power of the holy dragon were several times stronger than the holy dragon condensed by activating the second inscription.

But what is imperfect is that only half of the body of this holy dragon has condensed into a physical body, and the other half is just a virtual body state.

This is not surprising, after all, Ling Yun only comprehended half of the third inscription.

When the holy dragon appears, the heaven and earth change color.

The next moment.

Ling Yun ignored Pang Yan's three clones, and the Holy Dragon Ruler aimed directly at Pang Yan's body and smashed it fiercely.

Ao.

The moment the holy dragon ruler was smashed down, the dragon energy soared into the sky and the earth. The holy dragon hundreds of feet long was extremely powerful, shattering the void, and finally struck Pang Yan's body like apart the heaven and earth.

"What? Pang Yan's offensive is about to fall on Ling Yun long ago? Why does Ling Yun still have time to use such terrible means?"

Everyone was stunned.

They clearly saw that the attack of Pang Yan and his three clones had already fallen on Ling Yun.

But I don’t know why, but it seemed that it was delayed a little inexplicably.

It is precisely these times that allowed Ling Yun to use unexpected powerful moves.

"What kind of methods did that kid use? Why do I feel that the space around him has completely changed just now?"

Fu Xin, the elder of the Jiuzun Sect, looked suspicious.

"I also wondered. It is logical that Pang Yan's offensive had fallen on him, but for some reason it seemed that it was a little late."

Shen Qianqi, the elder of the Blood Refining Shen Sect, was also puzzled.

"It seems that this kid must have mastered some uncommon secret techniques."

The elder Lu Shen of the Sun and Moon Valley said suspiciously.

"Can this kid practice some magical methods, right?"

The elder of Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion said with displeasure.

But the person who was most surprised and puzzled was Pang Yan.

Until Ling Yun's holy dragon ruler was about to hit him, he still didn't understand where Ling Yun had time to react like this? His offensive should have fallen on Ling Yun?

Just as he was surprised and suspicious, Ling Yun's offensive had already fallen on him.

At the same time, his three clones attacks fell on Ling Yun just now.

Boom boom.

The entire martial arts battle stage exploded.

Endless storms hit all directions.

The martial war platform made of black iron metal and stone has been densely split into cracks like a spider web.

Bang bang.

Two sounds of landing suddenly sounded, and the roar of the strong wind seemed extremely crisp.

At this moment, everyone saw Ling Yun and Pang Yan's bodies slamming heavily on the martial arts battlefield.

Ling Yun was injured by the three Pang Yan's clones, but his body was very strong. Although the three clones had the early stage of the fourth level of the Zhenwu Realm, the pain they could actually bring to Ling Yun was limited.

So much so that Ling Yun's body was not too bad.

But Pang Yan is different.

Ling Yun tried his best to display the third inscription of the strongest Holy Dragon Ruler, the second intermediate level of Thunder mystery and the first level of wind mystery, and all of them bombarded the body of Pang Yan, who was somewhat ineffective in reacting.

Pang Yan couldn't resist it and was already seriously injured. Even if he used his healing body, he would not be able to completely heal in a short time.

And this is Ling Yun’s tactic.

He knew that he could not delay with Pang Yan, and the sooner the battle, the better.

So he simply exposed himself to the other three less threatening clones, and used his powerful body to resist the attacks of the three clones, while he rushed straight to Pang Yan's body with all his strength, causing his body to be severely damaged.

Obviously.

Everything is under the control of Ling Yun.

The result was consistent with Ling Yun's expectations.

This moment.

Ling Yun, regardless of the disordered qi and blood and increasingly listless breath on his body, tried hard to get up, then walked to Pang Yan's side, he raised the holy dragon ruler and placed it on Pang Yan's head.

"Pang Yan, now I just need to wave the ruler in my hand casually, which is enough to blow your head."

"Do you... still think you haven't lost?"

Ling Yun's face turned cold, and he seemed to be waving the holy dragon ruler to smash Pang Yan's head at any time.

Pang Yan's expression was extremely difficult to see.

But now he is seriously injured and has no power to resist, and his life is on Ling Yun.

If he still said that he hadn't lost.

He knew that Ling Yun's holy dragon ruler would definitely smash his head.

Although he was unwilling to accept this result, he had to accept it in the face of death.

"Give you the beast bones, you won the battle between you and me."

Pang Yan threw the beast bone to Ling Yun.

"However, you should thank me. With your strength, if you challenge Tan Xingfan just now, you will definitely lose."

Pang Yan added.

Ling Yun took the beast bone and raised a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and said, "No, if I challenge Tan Xingfan, then his fate would definitely be the same as you."
Chapter completed!