152: C152 Sword King Pointed

C152 Sword King Pointed

"Yi Jingcheng?"

Su Jin raised his eyebrows, "I didn't think that you would be willing to be Yun Zihao's lackey."

He had no grudges with this Yi Jingcheng. This man had come with ill intentions. Apart from Yun Zihao, Su Jin couldn't think of anything else.

"A lackey? Hehe, with just Yun Zihao alone, what right does he have to make me his dog? I just made a deal with him."

Yi Jingcheng smiled disdainfully, but his smile was cold, "However, Yun Zihao only asked me to break your legs. What you said now, I will break your teeth for free."

As he spoke, a shocking Qi burst out from Yi Jingcheng's body. He was about to attack.

"Slow!"

Su Jin raised his hand.

"You want to beg for mercy?"

Yi Jingcheng's eyes were dark and gloomy as he said with a hideous smile, "Unfortunately, it's too late."

"You attacked me, aren't you afraid of being punished by the deacon?"

Su Jin said in a flat tone.

Yi Jingcheng was slightly surprised by Su Jin's calmness, but he thought that Su Jin was pretending to be calm. This kid was obviously bluffing, but he dared to offend Yun Zihao. Yi Jingcheng could not think of anything else besides bluffing.

"Little ant, it seems like you know nothing about the rules of Saint Institute. You actually think that I will punish you for teaching you a lesson."

Yi Jingcheng smiled disdainfully, "Fine, I will teach you this once out of kindness. In Saint Institute, fights are forbidden on the surface. But in reality, the unspoken rule is that it only restricts high level warriors. To bully those with lower cultivation levels, between those with the same cultivation level, even if there was a dispute, as long as it was not to the extent of killing and arson, the deacon of Saint Institute will never come forward. "

"Don't tell me you really think that the Sacred Land is a place for you to cultivate peacefully."

"I see. That's why Yun Zihao didn't do it himself, but asked you to do it."

Su Jin rolled his eyes. He wasn't surprised by Yi Jingcheng's words. In fact, no force could completely prohibit the private fights between the inner warriors. As long as nothing serious happened, they would turn a blind eye to it.

He smiled and looked at Yi Jingcheng's head. There was a golden mark shining in his long black hair. He said, "If that's the case, I will only remove your hair. I don't think I will be punished."

Yi Jingcheng was stunned. What was this kid talking about by pulling out his hair?

"Little ant, I know now. There must be something wrong with your brain. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so crazy."

Yi Jingcheng smiled coldly. True Qi was still flowing out of his body. He was not in the mood to talk nonsense with this guy who had a problem with his brain.

Boom!

Yi Jingcheng's aura instantly filled the entire study. All the wooden tables and chairs in the room instantly exploded. The air crazily swelled, almost exploding.

A terrifying pressure suddenly filled Su Jin's body, crazily squeezing his body.

If it was an ordinary ninth level Martial Mentor Stage martial artist, just this pressure would be enough to make him vomit blood, but Su Jin didn't feel it at all.

"Kneel!"

Yi Jingcheng didn't think too much about it. He moved his hand, and his expression immediately became cold. His aura was terrifying, and he threw a punch at Su Jin's face like a thunderbolt.

However, right at this moment, Yi Jingcheng saw a mocking smile in Su Jin's eyes. He was stunned and didn't understand what this smile meant.

But in the next moment, he saw Su Jin raise his hand.

Su Jin stood where he was, and only sent out a slap. However, the speed of the slap was terrifyingly fast, and it instantly turned into an afterimage.1

Yi Jingcheng's fist was just about to reach out when Su Jin's palm arrived in front of Yi Jingcheng's face.

Slap!

With a crisp sound, Yi Jingcheng's face instantly distorted and distorted. His eyes were filled with shock and pain, and his facial muscles quickly swelled up. A few snow-white teeth that were stained with blood and saliva flew out. Then, his body flew up as well.

He crashed into the wall, and Yi Jingcheng fell to the ground, sticking close to it.

Yi Jingcheng covered his swollen left cheek, not daring to believe that he would be hit by the person in front of him.

With his cultivation base, even Yun Zihao and the other Martial Spirit Stage Martial Artist wouldn't be able to touch him easily. How could this kid in front of him do it? How was this possible!?

"Aaaaaaah! Bastard! How dare you hit my face?! No one has ever hit my face before! I will kill you!"

Although Yi Jingcheng found it hard to believe, the humiliation in his heart had obscured his rationality. Boundless fury and killing intent shot out from his eyes.

Boundless and astonishing True Qi was instantly used crazily in his body. Yi Jingcheng pointed his finger at Su Jin. In an instant, a dazzling light burst out from the tip of his finger, and it turned into a shocking sword light that pierced through the void, slashing straight at Su Jin.

This was the ultimate technique of Yi Jingcheng's Sword King Tribe - the Sword King Finger. Its power was astonishing, and it was enough to threaten Martial Spirit Stage experts.

"Kill you, little beast. With my identity, even if I kill you, I will at most receive some punishment, and won't receive too severe punishment."

When he killed, Yi Jingcheng's eyes flickered with a vicious light, and he had nothing to fear.

If an ordinary Saint killed someone, he would definitely be severely punished, but he was different. He was a Saint who had awakened the Sword King Bloodline, and he was the center of attention of the upper echelons of the Sacred Land. Killing a Saint Son from a small tribe wasn't a big deal to him at all.

Therefore, he directly attacked Su Jin, who had humiliated him endlessly, without showing any mercy.

In the next moment -

The finger of the sword king, which seemed to be able to kill everything, struck Su Jin's glabella. Its astonishing power seemed to be able to pierce through Su Jin's glabella.

However, Su Jin stood on the spot, showing no intention of dodging.

"Little bastard, are you dumbfounded? You don't even dare to dodge!"

At this moment, Yi Jingcheng was laughing wildly in his heart. He thought that Su Jin was scared by this move and didn't dare to move. But in the next moment, his facial expression froze, and his eyes revealed a look of shock.

"Playing tricks on me."

Seeing that the sword light was about to break through Su Jin's glabella, Su Jin's eyes suddenly lit up, and the corner of his mouth curled into a disdainful smile.

Playing with a sword in front of him, did you ask him about the Great Completion Sword Intent?

A mysterious sword intent instantly spread out from his body.

That Sword King pointed his finger, and in an instant, as if it had been frozen, it stopped between Su Jin's brows, unable to move forward.

"What... what is this..."

At this moment, Yi Jingcheng also felt this terrifying sword intent. Although he wasn't a short-sighted person, he had never seen the Great Completion Sword Intent before. The first thing he felt was something that could easily destroy him. It covered his soul.

At that instant, his heart was filled with terror and disbelief. He roared in his heart, "Impossible! This little bastard is just an ordinary Ninth Level Martial Mentor Stage warrior! As for me, not only is my cultivation realm higher than his, I also possess the peerless Saint Son with the Sword King's bloodline! It's absolutely impossible for me to be defeated by a trash like him! Absolutely impossible! "

Just as Yi Jingcheng's mind was greatly shaken, he suddenly saw a black shadow flying over. Its speed was shockingly fast, and he was unable to react.

At the last moment, Yi Jingcheng saw clearly that it was another palm.

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