Boom!
Killing intent filled Ling Yun's eyes as he wielded the Blood Dominator Spear, aiming its tip towards Qin Yang. Upon the spear, the ancient beast Suanni roared towards Qin Yang.
In Qin Yang's eyes, a chill flashed, as an Ice White Sword Aura, dozens of feet long, rose from the Thunder Light Sword Aura surrounding the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.
Buzz~!
A clear dragon roar sounded, forming a white dragon silhouette within the Thunder Light Sword Aura.
"Thunder Shocking Sword Slash!"
Qin Yang shouted sternly, and the sword aura in his hand violently slashed towards Ling Yun.
Boom! Boom!
The blood-colored Suanni beast erupted from the Blood Dominator Spear, while the white dragon silhouette soared from the Ice White Sword Aura.
The two beasts transford into giant streams of light, crashing into each other in mid-air.
Bang Boom Boom!!!
The blood-colored Suanni beast and the white dragon silhouette roared, colliding fiercely in the sky, sounding like a mountain crashing.
The white dragon silhouette directly pierced through the body of the blood-colored Suanni beast, causing both beasts to explode simultaneously.
Buzz~!
A palpable wave spread out, visible even to the naked eye.
Both figures were simultaneously sent flying backward.
Step step step!
Qin Yang stepped on the void, taking several steps to dissipate the force and stabilize his figure, while Ling Yun had to take over a dozen steps before settling amidst the impact of the white dragon silhouette.
"It seems it's not a tie; my cultivation is slightly better."
Holding the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, Qin Yang smirked coldly at Ling Yun.
Upon hearing this, Ling Yun's handso face suddenly darkened imnsely.
As a talented disciple of the Blood Evil Sect, he was quite proud. Now, being at a disadvantage in front of soone whose cultivation was lower by a tier was sothing he absolutely couldn't accept!
Ling Yun said nothing, but the killing intent towards Qin Yang was almost material in his eyes.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Ling Yun's gaze turned icy, swiftly forming complex seals with his fingers, as his powerful Blood Spirit Power surged out with an overwhelming murderous aura.
The entire sky, within a radius of a hundred ters, was filled with this dense, heart-palpitating Blood Spirit Power.
From the ground looking up, the dense Blood Spirit Power appeared like a blood-colored cloud, concealing Ling Yun's figure within.
"Divine Technique, Blood Technique, Ninth Layer Blood Shadow!"
A cold, chilling voice emanated from within the blood-colored cloud.
Crash!
Just as Ling Yun's voice fell, the blood-colored cloud began rolling violently, as if sothing was brewing inside.
Monts later, the blood-colored cloud rapidly thinned and faded, revealing its true form.
"Hmm?"
Seeing the state after the blood-colored cloud dissipated, Qin Yang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
There were ten identical figures, each looking exactly like Ling Yun. Clearly, nine of these figures were illusions, and one was the real body.
Buzz~!
From Qin Yang's brow, a wisp of Divine Sense probed towards the ten figures, but to his amazent, even with his Divine Sense, he couldn't distinguish which was the real body—the aura of the ten figures was identical.
Moreover, the viscous, bloody Spiritual Power on the surface of these figures was preventing Qin Yang's Divine Sense from further probing.
"Useless, even an Initial Stage Immortal Venerable can't distinguish my Ninth Layer Blood Shadow, let alone you. It's sheer fantasy!"
As Qin Yang used Divine Sense, the ten figures spoke simultaneously, their voices sneering, with even their facial expressions identical.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The next mont, the ten blood-coated figures flashed, forming a circle and enclosing Qin Yang in the center.
In the distant sky, Hou Tong wielded a Blood-colored Long Rod, attacking fiery red umbrella shadows and guarding against Ophelia's assault.
The white Divine Punishnts all struck towards Hou Tong just after he had finished attacking the umbrella shadows in an instant.
The coordination between the two won was growing increasingly harmonious, gradually shifting the tide of battle.
"Damn, these two won!"
With a sowhat wretched appearance, Hou Tong's face grew solemn at this mont as the Blood-colored Long Rod in his hand swung more frantically.
During Hou Tong's battle, his glance caught Qin Yang and Ling Yun's battle circle, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
At this mont, the blood-colored cloud had already dissipated in the sky, revealing ten identical figures.
"Ninth Layer Blood Shadow? To think it forced Senior Ling Yun to use the Ninth Layer Blood Shadow from the Blood Technique so quickly?!"
Hou Tong's expression changed.
The Blood Technique was the top-tier cultivation technique that Senior Ling Yun had been practicing, even within the Blood Evil Sect it was a sect-caliber technique. It contained accompanying Divine Techniques, one of which was the powerful Ninth Layer Blood Shadow.
The Ninth Layer Blood Shadow was Senior Ling Yun's signature move. Once, it had allowed him to escape with ease from an Initial Stage Immortal Venerable.
To think he would use it so quickly this ti.
"Hmph, Sister Ophelia, you dare to be distracted."
Zilan noticed, and with a soft hum, her hand changed the seal.
Swoosh!
A fiery red umbrella shadow accelerated towards Hou Tong's back, its fla-covered edges slicing towards his nape.
Hou Tong's back suddenly turned tense, and at the critical mont, he sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the fiery red umbrella as it grazed past his chest.
Slash!
The luxurious blood-colored robe on Hou Tong's chest was imdiately torn open, a scorching cut appearing on his chest.
"You wretch, today I'll capture you, making you unable to live nor die!"
Hou Tong's eyes filled with a violent crimson color, a hint of savageness in his gaze, as the Blood Spirit Power surged into the Blood-colored Long Rod, attacking Zilan.
In a separate battle zone, under the fierce attacks of the Bronze Soldiers, Zhao Feng wielded a Blood Sword in response, yet amidst the fierce, unmatched Sword Qi of the Bronze Soldiers, and Bi Luoyue's assistance, Zhao Feng was mostly on the defensive.
At this mont, in the sky, the ten faces of Ling Yun simultaneously revealed a cold smile, and their eyes turned icy.
"To die under my Third Grade Divine Techniques, you can consider yourself proud."
The ten Ling Yuns spoke simultaneously with a ferocious smile.
Boom boom boom!
The ten figures simultaneously enveloped the Blood Dominator Spear in Blood Spirit Power, releasing a fierce, domineering, bloody aura.
"Even the aura of the Spiritual Treasure is identical, this guy really..."
Qin Yang's eyes glittered, an expression of surprise in his gaze.
"Tsk tsk, who said the Blood Dominator Spear is just one spear? Mine is actually a set of ten."
Ling Yun sneered coldly.
"Enough talk, die now."
Swish swish swish!
The next mont, the ten blood-clad figures revealed identical icy glares, wielding the Blood Dominator Spear, charging fiercely.
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