"Bang bang..."

“Ahhh…”

The sound of boxing, screams, sounds penetrated into my ears.

Elite warriors are divided into three levels: low, medium and high. These thirty elite warriors are all low-level warriors. Their martial arts cultivation is only at the third or fourth level of the spiritual martial arts realm, which is not enough to greet Ling Yun with one punch.

Under the heavy rain boxing, all thirty warriors were blooming in their heads and their lives were wafting.

The blood stained Ling Yun's clothes red, and the insults of Hao Baichi and more and more people watching the fun around him.

Lingyun's waste has been famous for a long time. When did he become so powerful?

Ling Yun at this moment is not inferior to those genius children of the Martial Arts Academy.

Even Ling Yefeng was worried for a long time.

Then, there was another huge joy.

"Su Su, have you seen it? Our son, your Yun'er, he has really grown up."

A wailing sound surged in Ling Yefeng's heart.

When everyone was surprised, thirty black air vortexes of martial arts essence appeared one after another, and then rushed into the Ancestral Dragon Hall in Lingyun's body without exception, doubled Lingyun's twenty-five times the Ancestral Dragon Aura.

"Sure enough, as my martial arts cultivation improves, the martial arts essences produced by these low-level warriors no longer have much effect."

Ling Yun pondered in his heart.

"A warrior of the third level of Lingwu Realm? Little beast, I didn't expect you to hide deeply enough? I have really deceived everyone over the years. But just the third level of Lingwu Realm, I also want to stir up the storm in front of this general?"

Hao Baichi came to his senses and smiled coldly.

Then order again.

This time, another thirty elite warriors came to Ling Yun.

These elite samurai are intermediate samurai, and their cultivation is much stronger than the previous low-level samurai, almost all of them are between the sixth and seventh level of the Lingwu Realm.

Unfortunately, it is still vulnerable in front of Ling Yun.

"Those who step forward will die."

The same sentence is the same.

The same result was also caused.

With the blessing of the Spirit Ape Transformation, Ling Yun's body was agile and agile, and the thirty intermediate elite warriors could not hurt him at all.

After he used the giant ape fist, his power reached a terrifying seven hundred pounds.

Thirty intermediate elite warriors were blown by Ling Yun with one punch, turning into martial arts essences and rushing into Ling Yun's body, making Ling Yun's ancestral dragon aura reach thirty times.

In addition, since the medicinal effect of the Heavenly Creation Pill in Lingyun's body was still partially surviving, after this action, Lingyun absorbed all the medicinal effects of the surviving cub. Lingyun's body suddenly felt like fried beans, with crackling sounds.

Then, in front of everyone, he broke through to the fourth level of the Lingwu Realm in one fell swoop.

"This kid..."

Hao Baichi's eyes were about to slight, and he never expected that all the thirty warriors who were several levels higher than Ling Yun would be easily solved by Ling Yun.

And Ling Yun still breaks through at this time?

The people around him were even more speechless.

If Ling Yun is still a waste now, then all of them may be waste, and they are also waste among the waste.

"This son must die."

Hao Baichi's heart trembled.

He plans to do it himself.

Holding the Blood Drinking Knife in his hand, Hao Baichi turned over and dismounted, staring at Ling Yun with a cold look like a poisonous snake: "Little beast, you are really surprising, no wonder my son fell into your hand."

A cold arc erupted from the corner of his mouth, and a powerful aura pressed on Ling Yun's body.

"A martial artist in Xuanwu realm?"

Ling Yun frowned slightly and his mind tightened.

But at this moment, three confidants behind Hao Baichi walked up and suddenly bowed to Hao Baichi and asked for battle: "General, why use slaughtering a ox knife to kill a chicken? How can you let you do it yourself when dealing with such a stingy boy? Just give us three, and give us the opportunity to avenge the brothers who just died."

Three high-level elite samurai.

Everyone has the strength of the ninth level of the Lingwu Realm or even the peak of the Ninth level.

Hao Baichi glanced at them, nodded, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes: "Okay, Zhao Yi, Zhao Er, Zhao San obeyed the order and punished this person, killed innocent little beasts on the spot and executed the Dharma in the street."

"yes."

The three brothers of the Zhao family held their fists and took the order.

The three of them each held a war hammer, each of which weighed a thousand pounds.

This means that if you compete with them for strength, Ling Yun has no advantage at all.

"Father, I want to borrow your sword."

Turning around, Ling Yun looked at Ling Yefeng.

Ling Yefeng practiced boxing day and night, and never used a sword, but Ling Yun knew that there was always a soft sword he regarded as a treasure on his waist.

"good."

Ling Yefeng did not hesitate at all.

clang.

The soft sword pulled out from his waist and made a crisp sound.

Ling Yun took the sword, and Ling Yun's temperament immediately changed.

Become sharp and unstoppable.

It gives people the courage of "I have the sword in my hand."

"Good sword."

When Ling Yun started the sword, he felt its extraordinaryness, but his spiritual power poured into the soft sword and wandered along the lines inside the sword, and the soft sword suddenly became cold.

This is not an ordinary sword, this is an ice-cold sword.

However, Ling Yun had no time to figure out why his father had such a sword, because the three brothers of the Zhao family had moved.

Three iron hammers, like three mountains, smashed towards Ling Yun's head.

"Spiritual Ape Transformation."

Ling Yun did not confront them head-on and retreated violently.

At the same time, the soft sword in his hand slashed in the air.

"Dragon Martial Sword Technique."

Before the sword fell, the purple thunder dragon flashed out of the void.

Because Lingyun's martial arts cultivation has improved, he can now use this Dragon Martial Sword Technique to summon three thunder dragons.

Three purple thunder dragons roared hideously, and the cold aura of the Ice Sword was mixed with.

Then, it fell from the sky.

The three brothers of the Zhao family did not expect Ling Yun to have such a method. Before he could react, each of them had already hit a thunder.

In an instant, the thunder exploded and the cold air penetrated the bones.

“It’s now.”

"Star Seal."

Ling Yun saw the opportunity and clapped three palms in a row.

The surrounding sky is like stars.

The three brothers of the Zhao family were overwhelmed and each received a palm. They flew backwards and smashed heavily on the ground, smashing the ground to crack. The three of them were seriously injured and fell into a coma.

"My destiny is up to me, not to God, and not to you."

Ling Yun almost flashed over, and the soft sword in his hand drew three perfect arcs in the air.

Under the three swords, none of the three brothers of the Zhao family were spared and all died.

The scene was silent.

Everyone was shocked.

He was obviously a fourth-level warrior in the Lingwu Realm, but he easily killed three ninth-level warriors in the Lingwu Realm?

This is also incredible.

at the same time……

Three rich martial arts essences above the heads of the three brothers of the Zhao family penetrated into the Lingyun Ancestral Dragon Hall, and the aura of the Ancestral Dragon increased greatly, increasing to forty times in one fell swoop.

“Huhu.”

A momentum rose again on Ling Yun's body.
Chapter completed!