C199 (1/2)

Seeing Ling Yan appear at the last moment, Pang forced his eyes to light up. He thought that Ling Yan wouldn't be able to retreat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to show off in front of his goddess.

”Heh, boy, you're a bit bold. How do you want me to play with you?” Pang Qiang forcefully lifted his head as he gently looked at Ling Yan and said.

He wanted to use long-range attacks to make Ling Yan jump up and down, but he was unable to control himself. In the end, he got tired of using his sword to cut Ling Yan's skin time and time again, causing Ling Yan to feel his blood gradually drain away.

Two hours before the start of the final battle, Pang forced himself to apply the dissolving water onto his silver sword. He did not dare to forget Ouyang Chao's orders.

When he thought of how Ling Yan would become like a little bug after today, unable to stand up and could only writhe on the ground in pain, a cruel smile appeared on Pang Qiang's face.

Seeing Pang Qiang's arrogant expression as if he didn't even put him in his eyes, Ling Yan smiled and said, ”Please don't use your lungs to talk.”

”What?” Pang Qiang was puzzled, he did not understand what Ling Yan was talking about, and he wondered why Ling Yan was talking so casually.

”Because what you said was nonsense!” Ling Yan smirked.

”Sh * t, you're courting death!” Pang Qiang raised his eyebrows. He unsheathed his silver sword and shot out a sharp sword light, ”Let's see if you can block this father's sword energy!”

While Pang Qiang was speaking, the white stream of sword Qi cut through the air and arrived in front of Ling Yan in an instant.

Ling Yan's expression was calm as he received a full-powered strike that was comparable to the full power of an ordinary third stage Natal Stage martial artist. He rotated his blood and Qi, lifted his arm and placed it in front of his face.

”This fool, using his arm to receive Pang Qiang's sword qi, is he crazy!?”

”This arm is going to be crippled …”

In the next second, everyone's eyes widened. Why?

”Whoosh ~ ~” The white colored sword beam landed on Ling Yan's arm, and seemed to have hit a steel plate. It only left a shallow mark, but it instantly shattered.

In the blink of an eye, the shallow mark returned to its original state.

”It's nothing more than that.” Ling Yan shook his finger at Pang Bo with a faint smile.