Although the theory of mutual restraint of the three major systems was worthless by Rong Chen, it is not unreasonable to say that ancient warriors restrain the holy soul masters. Although the warrior system has lost most of its inheritance, they have always been without a trace of being cultivated in physical body, so fast that their soul power is difficult to capture. Soul masters often have their necks cut off before they can lock their breath.

Yu Ling now had the same feeling. The reason why he could barely avoid Jing Yue's attack was purely because he also had a super reaction speed, not because he grasped Jing Yue's trace in advance.

This is a very clever ancient martial artist, much more clever than the assassin who assassin Shu Jinye that he met that day.

After making this judgment, Yu Ling not only did not fall into panic, but also felt that his blood began to heat up. He has never been a person who is willing to live a dull life. This kind of wandering in life and death may be thrilling, but he likes such a stimulating feeling. Otherwise, what else does it mean to live for a lifetime?

As my mind moved, the translucent six-plain array barrier had been built and appeared around him, successfully blocking Jing Yue's next few attacks, and winning Yu Ling some precious buffering time.

Kill of Crimson!

The moment before the six-plain array barrier was shattered, endless flames had already surged up, with a dazzling fire, as if to burn all the things in the world.

If anyone with normal thinking is changed, he should retreat when encountering such an attack. He should use his defensive spirit to block the edge first. However, this crazy opponent surprised Yu Ling again. He saw that he did not retreat but instead advanced. Even though his fluttering clothes were burned to ashes as the rolling flames, and even his hair was burned to a little burnt, he still rushed over at all costs and bullied Yu Ling in front of him in a flash.

The cold light was unsheathed in an instant, just like a cold crescent moon, so beautiful and charming, but it hides fatal danger.

Yu Ling subconsciously wanted to turn his body and avoid it, but a strange and unpredictable wave enveloped him at some point, making him unable to move in this short moment.

"Puff--" The cold and sharp energy suddenly sank into Yu Ling's shoulders. In an instant, the ice was as icy as in the cold winter, as if even his blood had frozen. The faint cold air instantly dominated his whole body.

"You are not my opponent, give up on your own. Seeing that it is just an insignificant exchange match, I can give you a chance to survive. You must know that this is a great honor that hundreds of unjust souls have been sought after." Jing Yue's soft voice was as soft as ever. His eyes moved slightly, frozen on the short sword that pierced Yu Ling's shoulder. He seemed a little surprised that the other party could avoid the vital points of his heart at the last moment, so he decided to be very compassionate. After all, it would be a pity to kill such an interesting opponent easily.

But... why are there always so many stupid people in this world who have the upper hand, but they have to give up the initiative and talk nonsense. If it were Yu Ling, even if he didn't kill the opponent, he would at least completely destroy the opponent, ensuring that he would have no power of resistance and speak again.

Moreover, did Jingyue forget that he was also a soul master? Oh no, what he said was not very accurate. After all, except for a few people, everyone else should not know Yu Ling's identity as a soul master, and Chuntiannan would never spread it so kindly.

Yu Ling temporarily threw down the frozen spiritual power, but suddenly raised his head and looked at Jing Yue who was close to him, looking at his beautiful face as beautiful as a jade man and his bright eyes as bright as a star.

Jing Yue's playful smile suddenly frozen on his face, because the sudden heavy blow made his mind buzz, as if countless flies were flying around, and even the scenery became dizzy and blurred.

Although he forced himself to wake up with a bite of his tongue, his chest felt a severe pain of coldness and burning at this moment, as if he was penetrated by some sharp weapon.

Jing Yue slowly lowered her head and saw a long knife stabbing him through. The bright red blood stained around the blade, making his white robe that was untainted by dust and red, as dark as bright red petals.

It's been a long time... no more injured and bleeding...

In the last flash of thought, the long sword that pierced his chest emitted endless and fierce white light, stretching like a sea, rushing into his whole body, colliding violently with Jing Yue's own spiritual power. However, before Jing Yue could organize an effective resistance, another heavy blow was imprinted into his mind, causing him to fall into a state of confusion and loss of mind again.

When he woke up, the disordered spiritual power was no longer able to stop it. It was like a gap in the embankment, which collapsed again and again, and could not stop the surging flood from rushing thousands of miles away.

Did you still lose...

Sensing that the dantian was empty, Jing Yue suddenly felt a little confused. Unexpectedly, the seemingly ordinary boy in black in front of him was so able to endure it. He showed his soul skill killer weapon until the last moment. And if he was not mistaken, the other party might have also cultivated the warrior system, and at least it was in the late stage of bone refining. Otherwise, his body would not have been so powerful. If someone else was pierced through his shoulder, he would have been unable to fight back.

It's really hidden deep enough, but I don't know if this overly tolerant young man in front of me can continue to laugh until the end if he bumps into Chungu Feng?

Of course, this has nothing to do with him.

"Swish--" As Yu Ling suddenly pulled the knife back, the wound on Jing Yue's chest suddenly spilled a piece of sad blood, and he seemed to have lost all his strength and slowly fell to the ground and could no longer stand up.

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior brother, are you okay?"

"Do you dare to kill the senior brother?!"

The disciples of Wuxuan Sect suddenly burst into noises, and they could hardly believe their eyes. This was definitely the shortest competition they had ever seen, and it looked fancy and gorgeous. With just a few simple confrontations, everything came to an end. However, the thrilling danger was all indifferent, and it was difficult for outsiders to see some tricks.

"Your short sword is given to you again." Yu Ling was too lazy to deal with the excited young man from Wuxuan Sect around him, but he skillfully pulled out the short sword on his shoulder, threw it next to Jing Yue, and then turned around and left the martial arts field.

Jing Yue ignored the deaf ears and stared at her dagger. The blood of Yu Ling remained on it, and it winded along the sword's edge to the ground. After a moment, the dagger was as smooth as new, leaving no trace of blood, returning to the cold and clear light.

However, this is definitely not a normal phenomenon. This short sword accompanied Jing Yue from childhood to adulthood, and I don’t know how much blood from the enemy has been drunk. This is the first time that he has encountered such an inability to absorb. Either there is a problem with the short sword itself, or Yu Ling’s blood is quite special.
Chapter completed!