But this Canglong was too powerful. The sword light kept exploding on it, but it could not really hurt it and could not stop its momentum at all.

Phew!

After dozens of moves, Chen Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, and was knocked out by the Canglong in mid-air. The huge fire phoenix wings behind him made his body extremely small as he flew upside down. The wings seemed to have become a burden.

It was like tearing his body apart.

Everyone was moved by it, and their expressions became completely solemn.

But in Chen Ling's eyes, there was no hint of admitting defeat. He had to get the true disciple.

After three years of hard work and passing all the tests, he was really not willing to have it taken away like this.

Click!

There was blood seeping into Chen Ling's back. He raised his head suddenly, and the holy sword in his hand suddenly burned with golden flames. In the golden flames, black thunder burst out, which looked extremely strange.

It was obviously a sacred golden flame, but it blossomed into a withered and dilapidated black thunder light containing death and destruction.

"That's..."

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

They instantly recognized the martial arts that Chen Ling was about to perform. It was a secret technique unique to Shenxiao Peak. It was quite difficult to practice, but once it was successfully practiced, its power would be unimaginably terrifying.

Click!

The fire phoenix wing on his right side couldn't bear it at all and broke off directly. The end, carrying the blood on his back, fell into the sky.

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

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

At this moment, Lin Yun couldn't help but become moved, and a lot of sword intent arose in his heart.

Wow!

He stretched out his hand and quietly held the funeral flower in his hand above the dragon's head.

One of Chen Ling's wings was broken, but it did not affect the martial arts he wanted to perform. Phew, the black lightning coming out of the golden flame condensed into a strange black snake containing the aura of death in the blink of an eye, entwining around his body.

On that holy sword.

"Shenxiao's secret skill, the ancient underworld snake sword!"

Rumble!

A cold voice came from Chen Ling's mouth, and the holy sword wrapped in black suddenly struck 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 of death spreads like ripples in the void. This sword has no earth-shattering momentum.

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

"This is the real ghost-level martial arts. I shouldn't compare Xia Houyan with you. He is not worthy..."

Watching the sword fall slowly, Lin Yun muttered to himself, and his face became completely serious. But deep in his eyes, a majestic fighting spirit burned, and the burial flower hidden in the sheath trembled for no reason, and the sword on his body became stronger and stronger.

It became fierce and terrifying.

Since we are both swordsmen, let the sword in your hand speak for itself.

It has nothing to do with victory or defeat, just the tone in each other's hearts.
Chapter completed!