For Ye Junlin, this battle with Ling Yang may be just one of many battles in his life; but for Ling Yang, this may be the last battle in his life.
Because Ling Yang felt that he might not be able to defeat the young man in front of him.
For a warrior, the most terrifying thing is not that you cannot defeat your opponent. It is that you lose the courage to fight with the opponent.
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Ling Yang raised his head and looked at the passing clouds in the sky. He couldn't help but feel lost. Looking back on his "life", although it was not brilliant, it was at least conscientious. From his youth to middle age, he could be said to have made a great contribution to this family.
An indelible contribution.
What can I do...
"Hey -" Ling Yang thought about this and let out a long sigh.
"Forget it, let me have another good fight!" Ling Yang gritted his teeth, raised his head, and faced Ye Junlin, who was full of sword energy.
"What? Have you figured it out?" Ye Junlin looked at Ling Yang and said coldly.
"Let me have a good fight with you!" After Ling Yang finished speaking, the black profound energy rising from the brass flat mirror formed a huge black shield, which he held in his hand.
In his other hand, a blue spear also appeared.
The simultaneous appearance of these two pieces of equipment made Ling Yang look like a medieval warrior.
Ye Junlin looked at Ling Yang and said lightly: "The equipment is good!"
Torrential sword intent emanated from Ye Junlin's heart. On the bronze broad-edged sword, endless sword energy surged again. These sword energies were like strong winds and sharp blades, whirling around suddenly, drifting around, tugging at Ye Junlin's body.
The clothes made a loud noise.
Ye Junlin, wrapped in the sword energy, was like a human emperor coming to the world to dominate the world.
Ling Yang couldn't help but feel shocked.
Perhaps fighting Ye Junlin was the most unwise decision he had ever made in his life.
By this time, it was already too late to regret.
"ah--"
Ling Yang shouted loudly, the black shield protected his body, and the green spear stabbed Ye Junlin's chest.
Ye Junlin seemed to ignore Ling Yang's attack and was still accumulating sword energy.
There are only a dozen steps between Ling Yang and Ye Junlin.
But the process of Ling Yang's thrust seemed to last as long as tens of thousands of years.
When the green spear finally thrust in front of Ye Junlin, the sword energy of the 'bronze broad-edged sword' in Ye Junlin's hand seemed to be full.
In the endless sword energy, there were thousands of troops and horses galloping non-stop. As Ye Junlin swung out his giant sword, all these 'thousands of troops and horses' were galloping towards the rising sun.
"Qiang!"
The green spear collided with the 'bronze broad-edged sword'. There was a loud noise, like the roar of golden yongs; sparks flew everywhere, just like fireworks exploding into the sky.
Cracks appeared on the green spear, and it broke bit by bit under the crazy attack of the giant sword. Such a hard 'middle-level mortal weapon' turned into a pile of broken pieces at this time.
Copper and rotten iron.
Although he had already experienced the majesty of Ye Junlin's sword intention, Ling Yang still had a look of disbelief on his face.
Ye Junlin had no intention of paying attention to Ling Yang's shock. He swung the giant sword in his hand suddenly and slashed at the black shield again.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."
Ye Junlin struck the black shield like a shooting star four times in succession. Ripples appeared on the originally indestructible black shield.
Ling Yang's heart suddenly became tighter.
In the previous battle, he had almost exhausted most of his profound energy. When he fought Ye Junlin again, his pitiful amount of profound energy could hardly sustain the use of the shield.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."
Under Ye Junlin's continuous attacks, the black shield began to become weaker and weaker. Ling Yang's face under the shield also became paler and paler.
The powerful shock wave that passed through the shield hit his body like a mountain, and his internal organs seemed to explode.
"boom!"
At a certain moment not long after, there was only a loud noise, and the black shield was finally shattered by Ye Junlin. The black mysterious energy dissipated, and even the brass calm seemed to have been severely damaged. Originally,
The bright luster suddenly dimmed.
Ling Yang was blown away by the huge explosion, and there were small wounds all over his face, chest, and limbs.
At this time, he was completely desperate.
Ling Yang fell to the ground, looking at the blue sky above his head, his eyes filled with emptiness. The warm, sad, joyful, and happy scenes from the past came to his mind little by little...
...
He saw the scene of him going into the mountains to hunt, the scene of him gaining inheritance, the scene of the rise of his family, the scene of him becoming the city lord...all the big and small things in the past were actually revealed.
At this moment, like a revolving lantern, one after another appears...
"Did you die like this?" Ling Yang murmured.
Time seemed to have frozen, and Ling Yang seemed to be undergoing some fierce struggle in his heart.
"No! Never!"
The next moment, Ling Yang, who was already ashen-faced, suddenly shouted and stood up.
I saw him picking up the brass piece calmly, raising it high above his head, kneeling on his knees, closing his eyes tightly, with a pious look on his face.
"Dear Demon Emperor, please forgive me for my previous ignorance. Today, I am willing to hand over my soul to you. Please give me strength!"
Ling Yang kept mumbling as if he was reciting some mantra.
Ye Junlin looked at all this in great surprise and actually stopped attacking.
Suddenly, endless black energy surged up on the brass flat mirror. This black energy was like a giant black cocoon, wrapping up the rising sun.
An old voice came from the black cocoon: "It should have been like this a long time ago, hahahaha..."
That voice was like an innocent soul from hell, it was creepy. Ye Junlin shouted in his heart: "Not good!"
Then he said to Li Mo: "Go quickly!"
Li Mo, who had been silent in sadness, also came to his senses at this time, staring blankly at the huge black cocoon, at a loss.
"Crack!"
Not long after, a crack suddenly appeared on the black cocoon. The crack slowly expanded and finally shattered into pieces.
A "Ling Yang" with a smile on his face slowly walked out of the black cocoon.
His skin had turned as black as carbon, two cone-shaped sharp horns had grown out of his head, and his neck and chest were covered with red threads...
That look is terrifying.
Ye Junlin's face was full of shock, and he could faintly feel Ling Yang's aura, as if he had suddenly been promoted from a 'low-level profound practitioner' to a 'high-level profound practitioner'.
Li Mo looked at Ling Yang, the shock in his heart was beyond words. He tremblingly uttered four words: "Red stripes... ghost soldiers..."
"Ha ha ha ha......"
‘Ling Yang’ laughed loudly, like a ghost.
The next moment, a chain as white as bones emerged from his body...