When a sword cultivator let go of his hands and feet without any restraint, the combat power he exploded was absolutely terrifying.

Zhan Yan is obviously also a main attacker. Although the Dou Qi armor provides a certain amount of defense, this defense is not as fragile as a piece of white paper under the attack of both sides. It is broken with one blow.

The two figures were shrouded in a dense sword light that could not be distinguished from each other. The bright red spots continued to accumulate, forming a blood mist in the heavy sword shadows, completely covering the two of them.

It is a complete dream to avoid being injured in a evenly matched battle. Ling Yun is not afraid of being injured. As a sword cultivator, even if he proves the truth through death, he must have this kind of enlightenment. All he needs to do is to have a very small wound, causing the greatest damage to the other party.

Zhan Yan's combat experience is absolutely rare in the world. Although Ling Yun doesn't know if the second-level sword masters in this world have such perverted combat experience, it has to be said that his combat awareness is so strong that he is not inferior to him at all. Even if he uses the fighting method of exchanging injuries, the opponent is not inferior to him at all.

Under the control of that strong sense of combat, the two of them were transformed from a trivial matter into an irreconcilable enemy of life and death.

Ruthless, one is more ruthless than the other.

The destructive sword light roared again, defeating the trace of protective true energy that Ling Yun had just condensed, and exploded into a huge blood hole on his arms and wrists, adding fresh blood to the thick blood mist around him that could hardly be dissolved.

As if the pain that almost destroyed a single arm was not his own, Ling Yun's almost disabled arm, regardless of the bleeding wounds on it, resolutely sent it to the other party's shoulder. The sharp and mysterious sword energy of Jiujiu Shangxuan was squeezed out of his body at a terrifying speed, and rushed into the sword along the meridian route, then passed along the sword blade, shot into the rock-slayed shoulder, and instantly broke all the meridians on his entire arm.

Zhan Yan's eyes were full of ferocious light, and his bloody face became more and more ferocious. Seeing that this was almost reimbursed, he actually reached out to grab Ling Yun's sword blade regardless of the damage caused by the sharp weapon, allowing the sword energy to cut the almost scrapped arm to bloom and the fighting energy burst out. At the expense of this disabled arm, he actually grabbed Ling Yun's already cracked sword in one fell swoop.

If the sword master sees this kind of ruthlessness and mind, he will be scared to death. Who would have thought that he could still use it to destroy the opponent's sword while enduring the pain of almost crippling his arm. Even if the crippling arm is used, it must be used to maximize the use.

Ling Yun is a sword cultivator, a sword cultivator. If he has not even lost his sword, can he still be called a sword cultivator?

Not only him, the sword cultivator, but most swordsmen and sword masters are like this. They don’t even have swords. They can still be called swordsmen and sword masters? Can they still use their sword skills to fight?

It can be said that in most of the even-match battles, a swordsman lost his sword almost as much as he could to establish his defeat! A swordsman who cannot use his sword skills must be reduced at least one level! This is also the reason why Zhan Yan tried his best to destroy the sword in Ling Yun's hand.

However, Ling Yun is exceptional.

Don’t forget what he used to deal with those swordsmen when he was at Ziyun Intermediate Academy.

Fighting skills, not sword skills!

Almost the moment the sword in his hand was reimbursed, he was able to confirm that he could no longer be able to use his sword skills to beat the person in front of him. Thinking of this, he resolutely gave up the sword, grabbed Zhan Yan's other pretty arm with one hand, and with a little force, he had already removed his hand joint. At the same time, he bent down and knelt on the ground, slid on the ground with his knees, avoided Zhan Yan's sword like sweeping across thousands of troops, and glided directly behind him, clasped his waist with both hands, leaned back in the air, and smashed his head down on the ground.

If this is broken, will your brain break even if it is broken?

Zhan Yan was furious and wanted to support the ground with one hand to offset the opponent's attack. However, at this moment, one hand was destroyed, but the other hand was holding the big sword. Where did the third hand come from? Unless he was willing to abandon the sword and use this hand to empty it.

Abandon the sword?

This word probably never existed in the brains of all sword masters.

Swords are their second life, and swords are their capital for fighting. Without swords, why should they continue to fight?

However, he was so fast that he had lost the best chance to abandon the sword at the moment he hesitated. Inability to do so, Zhan Yan had to try his best to push his head up and withstand this violent impact with a solid back.

With the same strength of the two, any hesitation or mistake has determined the final situation of the battle.

This violent impact, the shock force caused a severe dizziness on his brain, and almost shattered all the internal organs in his body. A mouthful of blood mixed with strange internal organs immediately surged out of his mouth.

Before he could take a breath, Ling Yun had already fallen into the air and smashed the ground with a powerful posture that soared into the sky. The place aimed at his elbow was his throat.

Not to mention the throat, looking at the force of this smashing force, even if it hits any part of the body, it can smash that part into pieces, even bones are no exception.

Zhan Yan was extremely shocked. A swordsman could burst out with such a terrible combat power without a sharp sword! But now was obviously not the time to be shocked. He ignored the pain that was almost disintegrating, and directly slapped the ground and took advantage of the force of a slap, and hurriedly rolled around nearby.

"Dong!"

The entire ground was like an earthquake, and the majestic and thick force suddenly erupted from the ground, causing pain in the nearby rock-slaying eardrums.

Ling Yun knew that the bones inside his elbow had at least cracked a lot after the attack failed. However, since he decided to fight, he could not be afraid of being injured. Fighting was originally an act of hurting others and yourself.

His attack did not end from then on. Seeing that Zhan Yan beat him again, he was about to jump into the air. How could Ling Yun make him happy?

The moment he jumped up, his feet were sucked out like poisonous snakes, directly clamping his head, and suddenly exerting force, trying to crush the other party's brain with the power of his feet.

In the crisis of life and death, Zhan Yan burst out all his hiddenness. The fighting armor in his body was released again, instantly offsetting the strangling power of his feet. At the same time, the great sword was slashed out, with the sound of prickly breaking the wind, trying to cut Ling Yun's legs in one fell swoop.

Unable to strangle it, Ling Yun had to retreat and seek second best. He slammed his legs hard on the ground. The Sword Rock, which had just risen in the air, was hit to the ground again. At the same time, his feet were bent to the extreme, and he avoided the sword that Sword Rock was slashed out at a critical moment.

After avoiding a sword, he kicked out again, kicking the most threatening big sword. At the same time, he supported his hands on the ground, and jumped out more than one meter high with this support force, bent his knees, and knelt from top to bottom toward Zhan Yan, who had fallen to the ground.

"Crack!"

The creepy sound of bone shattering sounded clearly in the forest.

Zhan Yan's chest was sunk under Ling Yun's knees, all the bones inside were shattered, and countless internal organs were pierced by broken bones.

He stared at Ling Yun kneeling on his chest in pain and horror. Blood from his mouth surged out like money. He probably couldn't believe why a sword master became even more terrifying after he had no sword.

However, it was obvious that Ling Yun did not have the realization of telling him the truth. At the moment when the rock was cut off, his whole body seemed to have been exhausted. He fell softly to the side, lay down to the ground, breathing fresh air in big mouthfuls, and even his fingers were unwilling to move.
Chapter completed!