Strongest Eccentric Consort

"Fantastic!!!"

"This kind of inscription attainments, I am afraid that few of the four continents can match it!"

"So fast, so careful planning... Within the same rank... No, it should be said that within the second rank, very few people can beat him!"

"It's amazing!"

"Sure enough, Xuanzong is a gathering place for dark horses. Every disciple is so brilliant... Shi Mengyang who went down before, Yun Huan now, and Xie Ting, the third swordsman who shot before, are so amazing..."

Everyone was deeply attracted by Yun Huan's speed of engraving the inscriptions, and the series of layout plans, and they were very fascinated.

——Ling Aoyu was about to explode.

He grew up to this point. He didn't know how many battles he had experienced, but he never felt as aggrieved as this time.

He was forcibly suppressed by someone whose cultivation base was inferior to him. Under the full view of everyone, he was ravaged and had no resistance! ! ! !

He and Yun Huan, he is the one who has a high level of cultivation!

But their fighting rhythm was in Yun Huan's hands from the beginning.

He turned out to be a passive party!

Ling Aoyu felt incredible!

Shi Mengyang, who had been defeated by Ling Aoyu before, was slightly shocked when he saw this, "Isn't this surname Yun usually not showing his true skills?"|

Why did it suddenly become so strong?

At this time, he didn't realize that Yun Huan was avenging him!

Ling Aoyu was trapped by the vines and the land, but Yun Huan did not continue to attack. Instead, he looked calm and indifferent, and the ethereal Ling Aoyu wandered around.

With the lessons learned from Yun Huan's move last time, this time everyone never dared to guess that Yun Huan was wasting time...

I'm afraid, Yun Huan has already carved a lot of inscriptions in places they can't see, right?

Ling Aoyu also understood that the more time was delayed, the more disadvantaged it was for him.

An anger swept across his eyes, and the sword of death that was originally intended to be pressed at the bottom of the box burst out in an instant...

boom!

In the violent blasting sound, the vines wrapped around the long sword and the soil squeezed around him were exploded, Ling Aoyu's aura soared, and it looked almost like Wuzu!

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

"The breath of Wuzu?"

"Is Ling Aoyu already Wuzu?"

"When he fought with another sword repairman of Xuanzong, he had never used this trick before, but now..."

"Now that Ling Aoyu is so powerful, Yun Huan is afraid that he will lose."

"what a pity!"

"However, this battle also tells us that no matter how powerful a certain round's strategy is, it is not as important as its own strength!"

Everyone was talking...

Hum!

Four colored lights suddenly shot out, falling on him from four different directions, centered on Ling Aoyu.

The power contained in the four colored lights is so powerful that even Ling Aoyu at this time can hardly resist...

The powerful pressure is pressing Ling Aoyu's body fiercely!

Ling Aoyu's body was slightly bent, as did his knees. He was about to knelt to the ground, but pride made him feel a little bit reluctant to admit defeat.

Regardless of his body pain, he should be standing still...

Click! Click!

Ling Aoyu's body trembled and his sweat was like rain, but after a while, a pool of water stained his feet. He held on and was not pressed down, but his body trembled fiercely, with a clear and audible click. The sound of broken bones in his body...

"If this goes on, even if you can't die, you will become a useless person." Yun Huan looked pale and changed the spirited Ling Aoyu before and said: "Give up."