Chapter 158 (1/2)

”My God!”

”The silver light just now was too handsome.”

”Linghu's fist blocked the next attack.”

”It's amazing!”

The disciples who covered their eyes opened their eyes and saw not Lin Chen's body, but the scene of a dashing young man fearless in the face of danger and reversing the situation of war.

Even those martial artists hidden among the audience were not surprised and secretly praised. Cangshan sect was full of talents and could not be provoked.

If Ren chenmu's strength has gone down for a few months, he has been trapped in the development of his hand.

The consequences can't be imagined, but at this time linghuyang is busy dealing with the storm sword in front of him. There are aura gushing from his two fingers together, trying to stop the storm sword.

”Yiyiyi..”

the sword of the storm quickly consumes Linghu Yang's aura. The elder Linghu, who is over 80, maintains a constipation like expression in front of the audience for a quarter of an hour.

At this time, he was exhausted, and there was less than 10% aura left in his body. However, Lin Chen, when he resisted the sword of storm.

The aura consumed by Lin Chen is slowly recovering. A quarter of an hour's time has already returned to its original state. It is clear at a glance who wins and who loses. The audience cheers enthusiastically.

The disgusting old man who is arrogant and relies on the old and sells the old is defeated by a teenager. This matter can definitely become a joke of Tianxuan city and even Heishan city for nearly half a month.

If you can't take away the best students of Cang Yang sect, you can't take away Cang Yang sect!

Lin Chen showed the strength of linghuyang shock, if it is in Linghu family is still at its peak, linghuyang will definitely appreciate such a young and promising youth.

Even Linghu owl will dig Lin Chen to Linghu's home at all costs.

Now is not what it used to be. If you can't use it for yourself, you should try your best to destroy it.

”Ah ~ ~”

for a moment, two violent sparks appeared in linghuyang's old eyes.

A scream of pain burst out of his throat, ”no! He's going to blow himself up. ”

The clear and beautiful woman's voice sinks a way, Han Mingyue does not understand to look at the woman around, why does Qing'er want to help Gu Zhong speak?!

Lin Chen has been watching the weakening of Linghu Yang, as long as the results have not been announced, he will not fall to Qingxin, in linghuyang produce abnormal moment.

The aura between heaven and earth is all rushing towards linghuyang's direction. It is not a trivial matter for a warrior to explode himself. The warrior at the top of Linghai realm turns his essence into an explosive force.

You can even take away two or three warriors from Linghai at the same time.

Its explosive power can be imagined It's a pity that linghuyang may still have a chance if he explodes on the stage.

Lin Chen is not a fool, because only 10% of his accomplishments and constant absorption of aura can cause devastating damage? Will you still stand there waiting for him to blow himself up?

”Poof!”

”Zizi...”

As the sword passed through the chamber, the aura gathered between heaven and earth disappeared, and everything returned to the calm before the competition began.

Only Linghu Yang chest of the storm sword, occasionally also issued a few Zizi sound.

”Poop

Not long, Linghu Yang spread on the ground, gradually turned into a corpse.

He didn't even have obvious wounds on his body, but anyone who could see clearly could see that the white whirlwind constantly rising from his chest was cutting every inch of his muscles and skin into pieces.

The audience in the safe area were wide eyed and speechless for a long time.

They even had no doubt that Lin Chen would not pull his sword out of Linghu Yang's chest again.

Linghuyang will soon turn into a pile of meat. At this time, the only one who heard the ancient master uttered a long sigh: ”Alas, the second disciple ~”

”have you forgotten my advice?”

”I know my mistake.”

Lin Chen fingers a hook, the sword of the storm ”whew” from Linghu Yang's chest back to Lin Chen's hand.

”Now that the contest is over, I'm leaving with my disciples.”