And that trace of energy carries a soul mark in Fang Lin's body, so it allows him to control the Jueqing Knife clone like an arm and a finger.
The change before his eyes was so sudden that even with Deng Long's ability, he did not expect it.
"not good!"
By the time he noticed all these changes, the Jueqing Knife was already roaring and flying towards him.
There is a trace of Fang Lin's soul attached to the blade, which gives the knife a hint of spirituality.
It is no exaggeration to say that now Deng Long is facing this ruthless knife clone as if he is facing another powerful magic weapon! "Magic weapon clone! How is this possible?
Brat, this is a method that can only be used in the realm of gods, how can you possibly cross this huge distance?"
Deng Long screamed, and in his gradually dilated pupils, the cold sword light became bigger and bigger, as if it could approach him at any time.
"Boy, although your magic weapon clone technique is powerful, it is still just a broken knife. Broken copper and scrap iron are still scrap metal."
Deng Long frantically gathered his true energy and placed a layer of aura armor around his body. He smiled ferociously: "My physical body has been cultivated to the indestructible state of vajra, how can you hurt me?"
"Then let's wait and see."
Fang Lin looked at him with cold eyes, changing the techniques in his hand, and the ruthless knife swung hundreds of knives in all directions in an instant.
In an instant, sword shadows filled the sky, cutting off all possible directions for Deng Long to escape.
Each sword roared through the air, carrying an extremely terrifying sound of wind and thunder.
And they were all in no particular order, as if they were swung out at the same time. Even the laws of time had lost their effect on Fang Lin's Ruthless Knife.
Deng Long's eyelids kept trembling, and the shadows of swords in the sky were clearly reflected in his pupils.
He roared wildly and swung his body rapidly, pulling out dazzling afterimages in the air.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
The sound of a series of collisions of air waves kept coming, and each blow was like a hammer hitting a bell, making people's hearts beat violently.
The onlookers could only feel a blur before their eyes. In an instant, light and shadow were raging in the air, and the vertical and horizontal air waves were mixed with thrilling sparks.
And the terrifying energy storm is constantly venting from the center towards the surroundings, as if it can turn everything around it into powder.
Everyone saw only human figures criss-crossing, and the sound of tearing the air hissed out. Under their feet, the ground was also shaking constantly. Shocking cracks were created by the terrifying collision, like spider webs, along the
The earth spreads around.
In the blink of an eye, the battle escalated to a fever pitch and became extremely fierce.
In the air, Fang Lin fought with the huge Heaven-turning Seal, and at the same time he used quick and flexible movements to control the ruthless sword to open and close, and use every swift and vicious move.
Every time the blade moves through the air, it will make an astonishing crackling sound. It is the sound of wind pressure compressing the air at the terrifying high speed.
Occasionally, the fierce sword energy would be blocked by Deng Long's powerful body and fly into the air. In an instant, it would cut through a nearby hard stone and turn it into powder on the spot.
This shows how violent the collision between the two was.
Deng Long struggled painfully. The Jueqing knife was too elegant and agile. He was now a living target and could only be beaten on the spot.
As his body pulled out afterimages, he tried not to give the Jueqing Knife a chance to touch him.
"As expected, he is indeed the deputy sect leader of the Jueqing Sect. A member of the Deng family, this old turtle Deng Long is really too powerful."
Seeing the fierce battle scene, Xiang Yanran's eyes widened in disbelief, silently cheering for Fang Lin in her heart.
When the battle reached its peak, Deng Long roared wildly, clapped his palms violently, launched a powerful wall of air, and rolled up the ruthless knife into the air.
And he took the opportunity to fly back, coughing in pain, and a bright red color flashed across his face.
Deng Long clearly sensed that after the intense digestion just now, the breath in his body felt vaguely empty.
This made him feel horrified, his pupils shrank violently, and his old face was trembling.
Fang Lin's soul perception ability is so powerful. At this moment, he has sensed the change in Deng Long. His eyes turned cold and a murderous intention surged in his heart.
"combine!"
Fang Lin suddenly clenched his palms, and with a snap, the two ruthless knives suddenly merged into one. With his low shout, a bright sword light instantly appeared, like a meteor, and hit Deng Long hard.
"not good!"
Deng Long screamed wildly, and used all his strength crazily, glowing into a layer of armor in front of him.
"Ding!"
From the armor in the ruthless palm with the red tip, there was a sad metal friction sound, followed by a series of bright sparks flying everywhere.
A blazing and terrifying high temperature spread towards the surroundings, and everyone subconsciously retreated quickly, their skins being burned and painful.
"Crack!"
The heavy armor could not withstand the fierce attack of the Jueqing Sword, and finally cracks appeared on the surface.
"Pfft!"
Under the induction of each other's energy, Deng Long suffered a violent backlash. In an instant, his whole body was drained of energy and he was trembling in pain.
"That's it for now."
Fang Lin gave a cold shout, rubbed the magic formula with his hand, and the Jueqing knife suddenly hung in the air and froze, changing from the excitement before to extremely quiet.
The astonishing change in speed was so drastic, as if the yin and yang were reversed and time flowed backwards. Deng Long, who witnessed this scene, once again vomited a few mouthfuls of blood in frustration.
The tip of the ruthless knife trembled slightly as it was pointed at Deng Long's body, making his scalp numb and feeling a killing intent that penetrated deep into his bones.
"Good boy, I am the deputy sect leader of Jueqing Sect. Do you really dare to kill me?"
Deng Long's face was ashen, and he looked at Fang Lin in disbelief and yelled: "If you kill me, our Jueqing Sect will definitely launch crazy revenge on you and kill your whole family."
The two have been fighting until now, and Deng Long has used all his methods. At this moment, the breath in his body has been exhausted, but he still has no way to defeat Fang Lin, so he has already begun to think about retreating.
"Yeah?"
Fang Lin looked at him coldly, with unspeakable sarcasm in his eyes: "Idiot! Do you think after what happened today, your Jueqing sect can really let me go?"
Fang Lin's words were like a heavy hammer falling, hitting Deng Long's heart that was already on the verge of collapse again and again: "If that's the case, what's the difference between whether I kill you today or not?"
"Boy, even if you are not afraid of my ruthless family, don't forget my other identity. I am a member of the Deng family."
Deng Long roared ferociously: "The power of the Deng family is a hundred times greater than that of the Jueqing family. If you kill me, I, the Deng family, will exterminate you!"