After three years of hard work, all the tests were passed, and he was taken away by someone. He was really unwilling to accept it.

Click!

Blood penetrated Chen Ling's back. He raised his head suddenly, and the holy sword in his hand suddenly burned a golden flame. In the golden flame, black thunder burst out, looking extremely strange.

It is obviously a sacred golden flame, but it blooms with a dark lightning of desolation and destruction, containing death and destruction.

“That’s…”

When everyone in the Holy Pool Square saw this scene, their faces changed.

They instantly recognized the martial arts that Chen Ling wanted to perform. They were the secret technique unique to Shenxiao Peak, which was quite difficult to practice, but once they were successfully practiced, their power would be unimaginable.

Click!

The fire phoenix wing on his right could not bear it completely, and it broke it directly, with the blood on his back at the end, spilling into the sky.

Above the Canglong, a strange color flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. This man was really persistent.

Is this the character of a disciple of the Sword Sect?

At this moment, Lin Yun couldn't help but feel moved, and many sword intents arose in his heart.

Wow!

He stretched out his hand and quietly held the burial flower in the palm of his hand on the dragon head.

Chen Ling's wings broke, but it did not affect the martial arts he wanted to perform. Huh, the black lightning that rushed out of the golden flame condensed into a strange black snake containing the breath of death, wrapped around his holy sword.

"Shenxiao secret technique, ancient Nether Snake Sword!"

Rumble!

A cold voice came from Chen Ling's mouth, and the holy sword wrapped in black suddenly slashed down. In an instant, wherever the long sword passed, the vitality in the void was corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A breath called death spreads in the void like ripples, and this sword has no earth-shaking momentum.

But Lin Yun felt the danger contained in it in an instant.

"This is the real ghost-level martial art. I shouldn't compare Xiahou Yan with you. He is not worthy..."

Seeing the sword slowly falling, Lin Yun murmured in his heart and his face became completely serious. But deep in his eyes, a magnificent fighting spirit was burning, and the burial flowers hidden in the sheath trembled for no reason, and the sword on his body became more and more fierce and terrifying.

Since we are both swordsmen, let’s talk with the sword in our hands.

It has nothing to do with the outcome, it is just for the tone in each other's hearts.
Chapter completed!