My enemy's style is wrong

Chapter 158

Chapter 158

The sword formation Yunlang set up did not stop Chi Yangjun for too long, Yin Chengyu had only reached the No. 40 step, and Chi Yangjun's powerful blow had already arrived.

Yin Chengyu was still carrying Lin Xiuran on his back, and walking on the stone steps of this holy place was already difficult. Although he had seen Chi Yangjun's blow, he really had no energy left to dodge it, so he could only try his best to move aside Off to the side, narrowly avoiding Chi Yangjun's slap.

But Chi Yangjun's blow still brushed against Yin Chengyu. Although he was not hit, he still had a lot of scratches on his face and body. The crown on his head was knocked off, and the originally bundled hair fell loose , blocking most of the line of sight.

Most of Yin Chengyu's energy has been spent on climbing the stone steps, and now he has walked more than half of it, only the last nine floors. It would be a pity if he gave up like this and turned to deal with Chi Yangjun.

What's more, he is exhausted now, even if he interrupts the stone steps, he may not be Chi Yangjun's opponent.How to choose, Yin Chengyu actually had no other choice in his mind.

"Hurry up, go up first!" Yun Lang roared hoarsely, jumped up, and stabbed Chi Yang Jun with a sword, trying to cut off his way.But the gap in strength between the two of them is really too big, and since Yunlang came to the Demon Realm, his internal strength has been constantly suppressed by the Demon Realm, not to mention he was injured after several fierce battles just now, even though this Sometimes he can fly up and attack Chi Yangjun, but he is really powerless.

Chi Yangjun didn't even face up to Yunlang's blow, and didn't even dodge it. Although Yunlang's seemingly fierce sword energy came to Chi Yangjun, it failed to hurt him, but It dissipated half an inch in front of him.

"Overestimating one's abilities." Chi Yangjun snorted coldly, full of disdain, and hit Yun Lang casually. Yun Lang, who was already injured and overdrawn spiritual power, was hit by him like this, and even more so on the spot It flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

Yin Chengyu took this opportunity to climb two more steps, and now he is only short of the last six steps!

Yun Lang tried to summon her sword to stop Chi Yangjun's footsteps again, but she was seriously injured, and she couldn't even do the trick. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, she fell limply to the ground.

The devilish energy in Chi Yangjun's hands was churning, and he hit Yin Chengyu in the back with a blow.

If it were any other time, Yin Chengyu could still avoid Chi Yangjun's blow, but after going through rounds of hard work and traveling thousands of miles, and taking the risk of launching a formation, he forcibly pulled them out of the Abyss of Fallen Demons In the underground palace of the Holy Land, and now he has consumed too much on the steps in front of the altar, Yin Chengyu has almost lost his strength. Although he already knew that Chi Yangjun's blow was coming, he no longer had the strength to dodge it .

Seeing that the blow was about to hit him, Yin Chengyu suddenly felt his eyes darken, followed by a burst of almost blinding white light.

Lin Xiuran, who had been asleep for a long time because of the drunkenness of life, suddenly opened his eyes.

Han Qiong was blocked in front of him. Although Lin Xiuran was a little weak because he almost gave birth to a demon just now, he still held Han Qiong firmly in his hand, and even the veins on the back of his hand were already bulging.

Lin Xiuran held his breath and concentrated. Because of the tension in his heart, beads of sweat had already appeared on his palms and forehead, but Han Qiong's sword was always pointing at Chi Yangjun.Although he blocked the blow just now, it had consumed most of his spiritual energy, and even his eyes were still a little black. I don't know how long he can last.

"Xiu Ran..."

Yin Chengyu was startled, but Lin Xiuran didn't give him the slightest chance to hesitate. He got down from him, faced Chi Yangjun, and pushed Yin Chengyu up the steps with his backhand: "I'm here to support you, go up quickly, Don't waste time."

Although Lin Xiuran's tone was deliberately calm and confident, his slightly trembling figure still exposed everything about him. Yin Chengyu only felt a little sour in front of him, but he didn't have time for sadness. He even had no other choice, but stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and continued to climb.

This time, he was even smoother than before. Maybe it was because he didn't have to carry Lin Xiuran anymore. Yin Chengyu could feel that he was hindered a lot less. Before Chi Yangjun's attack arrived again, he could Climbed three more steps.

There were only the last three floors left, but Yin Chengyu was almost completely out of strength. He could only move forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, trying to maintain his figure so as not to fall to the ground.

Seeing that Yin Chengyu was getting closer and closer to the altar, Chi Yangjun became more and more impatient, but now the position under his feet was completely covered by the sword array laid by Yunlang, even though Yunlang had been seriously injured by him, He fell to the side, but the sword array has not been dispelled. Although it can no longer cause any harm to him, it also seriously slows down Chi Yangjun's forward speed.

Lin Xiuran knew that if he confronted Chi Yangjun head-on, he would have no chance of winning. He could only act first and slow down Chi Yangjun's speed as much as possible. Before the three steps, he had to firmly protect Yin Chengyu behind him.

Han Qiong felt the master's intentions, and even trembled with excitement. Lin Xiuran tried hard to recall the rare killing moves recorded in the handbook that Qi Shuhuan handed him back then, and closed his eyes. No longer actively looking for the target, but put all the feelings on the sword, the heart moves at will, and the little spiritual power left in the whole body circulates, before Chi Yangjun's next blow comes, try his best He waved his sword and struck.

Bang!

After a loud noise, even the whole underground palace trembled, and the sand and stones rustled down. Chi Yangjun stepped sideways to avoid it. Lin Xiuran's blow did not hit Chiyang Jun directly.

But even if he was not hit head-on, he was hit solidly by Lin Xiuran, and he was injured a lot on his body. Coupled with the sand and stones falling from the top of his head, he looked even more embarrassed.

"Ahem..." Chi Yangjun coughed a few times, and was staggered by Lin Xiuran's sharp sword. There were even a few traces of blood oozing from the corner of his lips, but there was an almost cruel smile on his face Yi, "I have some skills."

As soon as the words were finished, another burst of overwhelming demonic energy struck. Lin Xiuran, who was completely exhausted, had no chance to dodge, but Yin Chengyu was still behind him. Lin Xiuran gritted his teeth and forced himself to carry all the demonic energy down.

Yin Chengyu finally climbed up to the eighth floor of No.40, but now all the magic energy in his body has been exhausted, and his whole body is extremely overdrawn. He can't even stand still, so he can only use his hands and feet to crawl on the steps with difficulty.

The stone steps in front of the altar look ordinary, but in addition to the coercion of the demons of the past, there are countless formations engraved inside. Although Yin Chengyu only moved such a small step that the difference is almost invisible to the naked eye, his hands and feet are all different. It had been ground to the point of dripping with blood, leaving a winding bloodstain on the steps.

There is the last floor left, as long as he can go up and get the inheritance, he can defeat Chi Yangjun.The Holy Land under the Fallen Demon Abyss will only be opened every 300 years. This is an opportunity he has been waiting for for a hundred years. If he misses this time, he will not have another 300 years to wait for.

Lin Xiuran behind him let out a suppressed moan, Yin Chengyu reminded himself rationally in his heart, don't look back, it will make it more difficult for him to climb the steps, but after hearing Lin Xiuran's suppressed moan, he still couldn't help it He tilted his head.

Lin Xiuran was already injured, and because he was above this step, even though he was an orthodox monk, he was also suppressed by the altar. He had no strength to avoid the blow from Chi Yangjun just now.

But Lin Xiuran can do it to keep himself from being injured as much as possible.

But Lin Xiuran not only failed to think of a way to evade the devilish energy, but even took the initiative to meet him, using his body to block all the devilish energy in front of Yin Chengyu.

Lin Xiuran has already knelt down, Han Qiong has been deeply rooted on the ground, Lin Xiuran's whole weight has been hung on Han Qiong, and it is only due to Han Qiong's support that he barely falls to the ground.

But Han Qiong, who was originally radiant with the edge of the sword, has also dimmed the sharp splendor, and even fine cracks appeared on the sword body.

Han Qiong is Lin Xiuran's talisman. It was originally a rare sword, but later it was tempered and nourished by countless rare treasures of heaven, material and earth. It even made Yun Lang, who was born in the Qingjian Sect, envious when he saw it.

But now, Han Qiong's brilliance has completely dimmed, not even as good as a mortal sword. As the master of Han Qiong, Lin Xiuran, how can his situation get better? "?

Yin Chengyu's eyes were about to burst, and although he only hesitated for a moment in his heart, he clearly felt that the suppression from the altar had strengthened a bit in just such a moment.

No, we can't delay like this any longer.

This is the last chance that Lin Xiuran bought for him with himself.

Lin Xiuran could no longer hold on, the cracks on the cold jade gradually deepened, and even made a mocking sound, and the light on the sword completely dimmed.

Once accompanied by countless masters, the radiant and beaded Han Qiong, now that the brilliance has dimmed, Lin Xiuran discovered that apart from the decorations, the original Han Qiong's style is actually the most common one, so ordinary that even a mortal blacksmith In the shop, you can buy two for three taels of silver.

Lin Xiuran has no way to cause any obstacles to Chi Yangjun anymore, he can't even see Chi Yangjun's figure very clearly, he can only vaguely see a figure getting closer.

Lin Xiuran closed his eyes almost in despair.

The moment he closed his eyes, the light above the altar burst forth.