Chapter 1203: Strong pressure training

"Don't you want to see again? How about it? I've seen it clearly now."

Lin Ye's voice suddenly came from behind Zuo Yanghui.

Yang Zhengming, who was originally standing next to him, was immediately frightened and retreated far away when he heard this.

"How is this possible? He is not a cultivator of practice. How could he break free from the artistic conception of Taoism!"

Yang Zhengming's surprise arose in everyone's heart, but Lin Ye, who walked out of the crack in the space, had no intention of answering their questions.

Even if there is, it is also answered with the spiritual sword in your hand.

"call out!"

The dazzling sword light appeared again in Zuo Yanghui's eyes. This was the spiritual sword he was interested in, but it was not in his hands.

A straight crack appeared on the seat behind him. Before Zuo Yanghui could respond, the seat under him broke open first.

"Bang!"

"What a great spiritual sword, I'm going to settle this sword!"

Zuo Yanghui jumped up from the seat, grabbed it with his backhand, and thick chains transformed from his hands.

Countless chains intertwined in front of him, creating a copper and iron wall.

"Bang bang bang!"

A fierce collision sounded from the chains, and Zuo Yanghui's face darkened, obviously feeling the strong pressure.

The artistic conception in front of him was instantly removed, and Zuo Yanghui also took this opportunity to retreat aside.

"You are definitely not practicing the virtual realm!"

Zuo Yanghui put away his artistic conception power and said firmly.

Just now, Lin Ye did not break through his artistic conception, but then the yin energy on his body was consuming his artistic conception.

Although this method is a bit strange, it also made Zuo Yanghui affirm that his cultivation level is under the practice of emptiness.

"You are not a practice of the virtual realm and want to be an enemy of me. You are still a blind and arrogant idiot."

Zuo Yanghui clasped his hands together and patted them. The ground under Lin Ye's feet immediately collapsed, and chains condensed under him one by one.

The chain artistic conception that suddenly appeared was no longer bound directly to him.

Instead, he kept the distance from his yin energy and blocked the entire space where Lin Ye was.

"call!"

A huge black shadow fell from the sky, which was the black scimitar that Zuo Yanghui had taken out before.

He can take a Void Cultivator to kill people with magic weapons while using his artistic conception.

The pressure above suddenly came, and the black scimitar used by the young master of the Zuo family was naturally not an ordinary product.

Although it is not as good as the Tongtian Sword, it is also a top-grade magic weapon.

This kind of magic weapon is like a tiger to a cultivator who practices the virtual world. If any cultivator who practices the virtual world is not an enemy of this sword.

But Lin Ye is not an ordinary monk.

Under the body of the demon, Lin Yesen's white finger bones raised his hand and the yin energy on his body condensed into a line and shot out from his fingertips.

But he was referring not to other places, but to his feet.

There was a loud bang, and the scimitar falling from the sky fell directly.

The power of breaking the sky and breaking the earth directly cut a bottomless crack on the ground.

The continuous cracks were endless, and it seemed like a knife split the entire ground into two sections.

Such power is definitely not something that monks under the practice of purity can withstand.

Zuo Yanghui watched the scimitar fall smoothly, but he vaguely realized something was wrong in his heart.

Although that person may not be able to stop this kind of power, he should not resist at all.

Zuo Yanghui turned his hand and was about to unfold the artistic conception of Taoism, but a green light suddenly shot from behind him interrupted his behavior.

He only felt that his thoughts had been broken, and the time around him seemed to slow down a little.

This feeling was only a moment, but after a moment, a series of white lights had already fallen in front of him.

"Cover the sky and the sea of ​​clouds!"

The second magical power on the Tongtian Sword appeared, but with the blessing of the sword spirit, the power of the Tongtian Sword has increased to the strongest power at the moment.

A light like a cloud flew to Zuo Yanghui.

The light is dazzling, like the harsh sun in the sky,

Zuo Yanghui calmed down and saw these white clouds clearly.

It was not a white cloud, but a gathering of sword lights.

When thousands of sword lights condense together, they become dazzling lights. There is not a beautiful view of peace of mind, but a murderous power.

It was not until this moment that Zuo Yanghui truly realized Lin Ye's power.

This was the first time he felt the threat of life and death on Fuguang Island.

"The artistic conception of Taoism appears!"

Zuo Yanghui roared and fully displayed the power of his artistic conception without reservation.

He had an instinctive intuition in his heart that if he did not resist with all his might, he would probably die under this spiritual sword.

Brown chains appeared on him, wrapping Zuo Yanghui like a huge rice dumpling.

But at this moment, a series of yin and cold energy had already arrived in front of him.

A "hissing" sounded, but the power of the artistic conception on Zuo Yanghui was rapidly consuming with these yin energy.

Below this, white lights came again, but the magical power of Tongtian Sword arrived.

"Swish swish swish swish swish!"

The dazzling sword light covered Zuo Yanghui, and sword energy swept across the clouds.

For a moment, many sword lights fell on Zuo Yanghui.

When the light dissipated and everything calmed down, there was already a fragmented existence ahead of Lin Ye.

"Young Master! Young Master Zuo!"

The Zuo family monks behind him never expected this situation to happen.

Their young master is in the realm of practice, and he can even make this look like this.

Blood-stained cracks covered Zuo Yanghui's body. He swayed twice before falling on the person behind him.

"What a powerful magical power, I...I really underestimate you."

Although Zuo Yanghui was not dead, he was seriously injured. Now he looks embarrassed and no longer has the momentum he used to be.

At this time, Lin Ye was holding the Tongtian Sword in one hand and was absorbing spiritual energy from the Tower of Creation.

The power of the Yin Pill is still a little less than the power of the Dao Nian's artistic conception, and in the end it did not completely break Zuo Yanghui's artistic conception, otherwise this attack would have definitely taken his life.

But if one blow fails, it is not too late to make up for another blow now.

Lin Ye took a piece of shattered spirit crystal and swallowed it into his belly. The stimulating spiritual energy temporarily restored a lot of true energy.

With the Donghuang Cauldron protecting her body, Lin Ye lifted the Tongtian Sword and rushed up again.

Zuo Yanghui's artistic conception has not reached the second level. At this moment, he has no artistic conception to protect himself.

The sword light fell, and the Zuo family monks were also unable to resist.

But it was not just them here. A stream of light flew from afar, and Lin Ye came to Zuo Yanghui one step ahead.

"Swish!"

The figure grabbed Zuo Yanghui, quickly retreated aside, and escaped from Lin Ye's sword.
Chapter completed!