130: C130 River of Forgetfulness

C130 River of Forgetfulness

A hint of understanding flashed across Lin Yang's heart. When he first saw this old man holding a sword, he had always thought that his Martial Spirit was related to the sword.

But just now, Lin Yang had finally guessed the martial spirit of the old man. It was not a sword, it was clearly his pair of eyes.

However, in the next moment, his heart was filled with a sense of helplessness. If it was another Martial Spirit, it would be fine, but this pair of eyes was not easy to deal with!

Even so, he still shouted loudly, "Ninth Prince, Wang Tianyi and Zhao Yu, pay a little more attention, this old man's Martial Spirit is the eye. "

Everyone nodded their heads. The old man let out a cold humph, and the sword in his hand glowed with a few blue lights. When he charged towards Lin Yang, he increased his strength by a few more points.

Lin Yang did not want to fight him head on. Runes circled around his legs. "Close, Yet Worlds Apart: Escape!"

The surrounding space distorted. In the next moment, Lin Yang appeared beside Ninth Prince and the others. After hesitating for a moment, he transmitted his voice to the others.

"If we fight him head on, we might not be able to defeat him even if we combine our strengths. For now, the best thing to do is to fight him and consume his energy. This old brat doesn't have much energy left. We can't hold on for long. We'll just exhaust him to death. "

Everyone nodded their heads. A few leaders led their respective troops and scattered across the entire hall. They continued to consume their energy, not giving Old Man Tian Xuan any chance to take advantage of the situation.

Lin Yang and Ninth Prince continued to stall in front of them. Wang Tianyi held his brush and supported the two of them from behind. Zhao Yu was hiding in the surrounding void, assassinating them from time to time.

Old Man Tian Xuan was badly battered by Lin Yang and the others. If he wanted to break out of the encirclement from one side, he would have to be chased by the other three.

Although these people's attacks weren't enough to kill him, he wasn't in his peak condition right now. If he consumed too much of his flesh and blood energy, he might not even be able to keep his life.

His old face was full of irritation. His entire body moved around, constantly trying to break out of the encirclement.

However, Lin Yang and the others were like maggots attached to his bones. They kept circling around him, firmly holding Old Man Tian Xuan in the center of the hall.

As time passed, Lin Yang and the others' faces turned pale. Old Man Tian Xuan's attack power had obviously decreased.

Lin Yang felt it carefully, and a trace of joy flashed across his face. "Everyone, his attack strength has dropped to around the fourth level of the Martial King. There isn't much energy left in his body. It will definitely fall faster and faster. Let's put in more effort and exhaust him to death!"

Joy emerged on everyone's faces. To them, the most difficult thing was to see hope. As long as they could see hope, they would do their best even if there was a slight chance of victory.

Old Man Tian Xuan felt his strength gradually decreasing. A trace of impatience flashed across his face, and he cast a resentful glance at everyone around him.

After that, a trace of ferociousness flashed across his eyes. "Damn it! You forced me to do this! If you can let me devour you obediently, I won't suffer so much humiliation! All of you, go to hell!"

As he spoke, he leaped up and landed in the shattered Blue Jade Coffin. Streams of blue Spiritual Qi continued to spread out from the broken pieces of the Blue Jade Coffin.

Old Man Tian Xuan swallowed all of them. After that, he drew a circle in front of him. His two eyes shot out rays of blue light.

He drew a circle in front of his chest with both hands, and six Long Swords spread out like a fan. The tip of the sword kept flashing with a sharp cold light.

A powerful aura kept shaking in the surroundings. Lin Yang's expression changed instantly. Without saying anything, he circulated the Imminent Skyline and arrived in front of Mo Han and the others.

After that, he hurriedly looked at Ninth Prince and the others. "Motherf * cker! Don't just stand there and stare blankly. Quickly get back to defending yourself. Ninth Prince, go and help Zhao Yu. Those people who are fighting are all weak. They can't take the beating. "

After saying that, he didn't bother with the others. He lifted the Nirvana Long Spear with both hands. The long spear kept sliding, leaving strange marks on it.

After that, Lin Yang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the long spear in his hand suddenly unfolded. "Thirteen spear strikes: River of Forgetfulness!"

An illusory river suddenly floated up, and Lin Yang's Black Dragon Martial Soul also spread out. It kept rising and falling in the river, and its whole body was emitting black rays of light that covered the river.

"Mo Han, Sun and Moon Divine Barrier!"

"Mo Lee, Sacred Lightning Shield!"

"Sun Mingzhe, use your strength to defend!"

"The rest of you, use your defensive skills and smash forward. As long as you can withstand this wave, this old man will definitely be exhausted!"1

The first to attack were Mo Lee, Mo Han, and Sun Mingzhe.

Following Lin Yang's command, the two Sun Moon Golden Wheels linked together, forming an illusory image of a day and a month, forming a round disc that blocked the front.

Following closely behind was a shield made of lightning. From time to time, a piercing sound was produced from the surface of the shield, forming the second line of defense.

As for the third line of defense, it was a huge black hammer that was ready to smash down at any time.

When the people behind heard Lin Yang's words, before they could react, Old Man Tian Xuan had already attacked.

Six Long Sword were shot out at the same time. Each Long Sword carried a thunderous momentum.

The three groups were facing the threat of two Long Sword each.

Lin Yang did not have time to care about the formation of the others. The Long Sword had already pierced into the Sun Moon Divine Barrier. The sun and moon rotated continuously, drawing the Long Sword in front of them to the center.

Behind them, Mo Han's facial expression gradually turned dark. The shadow of the sun and moon also became illusory and trembled.

Finally, Mo Han spurted out a mouthful of blood. The shadow of the sun and moon disappeared, and the Long Sword was weakened by forty percent.

After that, Mo Lee roared out loudly. The Sacred Lightning Shield took the initiative to attack. It struck out numerous tiny lightning bolts that struck the Long Sword.

"Ding!"

After losing 10% of his strength, the Long Sword pierced the Sacred Lightning Shield. In just an instant, the Sacred Lightning Shield shattered, and Mo Lee collapsed onto the ground.

A trace of nervousness flashed across Lin Yang's eyes. With his current strength, it was already very difficult for him to use the Forgetting River. Even if he used the Black Dragon Martial Soul, he would at most be able to withstand the sword at the back.

One should know that this second sword was nearly 80% stronger than the first one!

Now, it would depend on whether Sun Mingzhe could completely defend against this sword.

Sun Mingzhe seemed to have sensed the nervousness in Lin Yang's eyes. He took a deep breath and flew out. The Martial Spirit on his back and the huge black hammer in his hand instantly merged together.

After that, he roared furiously in the air, "Force!"

The muscles on his arms bulged. The clothes on his upper body exploded, and he grabbed the huge hammer. He slammed the hammer down hard.

Along with this violent explosion, Sun Mingzhe's figure was blasted to the ground. Fortunately, he didn't disappoint the crowd. He smashed the first sword into blue light spots and dissipated.

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