As Ling Aotian and Gong Wuyun frantically raised their momentum, the fierce aura emanating from the two of them continued to spread out, forcing those who were originally following Ling Aotian to retreat.

It's amazing! Fortunately, he didn't make a move before! Those who followed Ling Aotian and waited for the opportunity were all happy.

Ignoring the reactions of everyone behind him, Ling Aotian made a move, the remnant sword in his hand trembled slightly, and his body rushed towards Gong Wuyun like electricity.

In the face of Ling Aotian's attack, Gong Wuyun's eyes flashed, and the long knife in his hand was slowly raised, and then slashed towards Ling Aotian at an astonishing speed.

This knife is overwhelming, and the momentum is extremely strong, and it has the taste of completely destroying everything in front of you.

Facing Gong Wuyun's powerful knife, Ling Aotian was like a flat boat in a storm, in danger of being subverted at any time, he didn't dare to be careless, and stubbornly held Gong Wuyun's hand holding the knife, looking for an opportunity to make a move.

Gong Wuyun's knife seemed simple, but Ling Aotian knew that Gong Wuyun's knife contained his spirit, which was enough to bring his strength to the extreme.

Ling Aotian's eyes flashed with a light, and at the moment when Gong Wuyun's long knife slashed out, an extremely slight flaw appeared on his hand.

Ling Aotian, who had been waiting for an opportunity to make a move, naturally would not give up such an opportunity, the speed at which he was originally rushing towards Gong Wuyun accelerated a few points again, and at the same time, the remnant sword in his hand that was originally pointing at Gong Wuyun's upper body moved slightly, pointing at Gong Wuyun's wrist.

Ling Aotian's attack, the amplitude of the change was extremely subtle, in the eyes of those who watched the battle, Ling Aotian's attack did not change at all, but for Gong Wuyun, it was different, Ling Aotian's slightest change was just pointing at his own weakness, if he insisted on swinging his knife at Ling Aotian, the best result would be that when he slashed Ling Aotian with his knife, his wrist was also pierced by Ling Aotian.

Losing both, this is the best result, however, Gong Wuyun didn't dare to take the risk of betting, he could feel that if he fought with Ling Aotian to lose both, the one who would lose in the end would definitely be him, after all, the sword technique he cultivated was extremely demanding on his hands, and if his wrist was injured, his strength might be reduced by more than half.

Since you can't fight hard, you can only avoid one way, although this will make you lose the initiative, but at least there is still a chance.

After quickly judging the situation, Gong Wuyun gave up the attack, forcibly put away the long knife he had chopped, and retreated.

Ling Aotian naturally would not give up such a rare opportunity, taking advantage of the opportunity of Gong Wuyun to retreat, he quickly took a few steps under his feet, and at the same time, the remnant sword in his hand was quickly drawn out, and the three styles of Liuyun composed of basic sword moves were instantly cast.

The sword light flickered, and the fierce sword qi was instantly released from the remnant sword, and it rolled towards the palace.

With a failed move, Gong Wuyun immediately fell into passivity, facing Ling Aotian's fierce second blow, his face was extremely solemn, he quickly retreated a few steps back, and then slashed the long knife in his hand forward with all his strength.

As soon as the long knife came out, a strong aura rolled forward along with the long knife, facing Ling Aotian's fierce sword qi.

Snort!

While!

The sword qi and the sword qi collided with each other, making a piercing sound, and then, the long knife and the remnant sword collided together.

Ling Aotian and Gong Wuyun took a step back at the same time.

The eyes of the two of them burst out with a strange light at the same time, no matter how they felt about each other before, but at this moment, they both invariably had a feeling of sympathy for each other.

Fight! Show your strength to the fullest! At this moment, go all out to make a move, which is a sign of respect for your opponent.

Ling Aotian quickly stabilized his body and rushed forward again, and the remnant sword in his hand also stabbed forward.

At the same moment, Gong Wuyun also rushed forward again, and the wave knife in his hand instantly slashed several times.

After making up their minds to fight with their opponents with all their might, the two of them did not have any reservations, and for a while, the entire battlefield was full of swords and swords.

The strength of the two is comparable, and after this battle, both of them tried their best, but after hundreds of moves, the two still failed to distinguish the winner.

Just when the two of them were fighting, there were dozens more onlookers outside the city, and as soon as they came up, they drove all the onlookers to the periphery, and then, dozens of people stared at Ling Aotian as if they were staring at something in their pockets.

"Let's stop it!" Gong Wuyun put away the curling waves.

Ling Aotian knew that if he didn't use the Blood Meridian and wanted to defeat his opponent, it would be obviously impossible, and when he heard Gong Wuyun's words at this time, he naturally wouldn't have any objections, and nodded.

"Do you want to help?" asked Gong Wuyun after a pause.

Glancing at the dozens of people around him, a light flashed in Ling Aotian's eyes, and he shook his head and said, "No, I can still deal with it!"

Seeing that Ling Aotian had rejected him, Gong Wuyun didn't say anything more, hugged his fist at him, and turned to leave.

Ling Aotian glanced at the dozens of people who were already slowly approaching him, and smiled bitterly, these people were all dressed as mercenaries, and there was an identical symbol on their chests in the back, obviously from the same mercenary group.

"Ling Aotian, you can't escape today, hurry up and arrest it!" one of the middle-aged men in his forties shouted at Ling Aotian.

"I don't want to kill you, acquaintances, get out of now!" Somehow being asked for trouble, Ling Aotian was in a very bad mood, and roared at those dozens of people mercilessly.

"Hahaha!" the dozens of people shut up as if they had heard some big joke.

"It's a shame to kill us!" the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"Since you don't die if you don't reach the heart of the Yellow River, then, let me send you on your way!" Ling Aotian's eyes flashed with a murderous intention, seeing that there were more and more people looking for trouble, he realized that next, there would definitely be more people coming to the door, if he was soft-hearted at this time, it would bring him even more trouble, and now, only if he showed a thunderous hand, he could play a deterrent role.

Hearing Ling Aotian's almost arrogant words, the middle-aged man couldn't bear it anymore, and waved his hand at the dozens of people behind him: "Brothers!"

Dozens of mercenaries, following the middle-aged man's order, all drew their weapons and pressed towards Ling Aotian.

Roar!

Seeing the tense situation on the field, the little three-headed demon lion let out a roar and rushed out from the side of the green hazy and stood beside Ling Aotian.

"Three-headed, calm down! Don't make a move. Ling Aotian patted its head lightly and said softly.

Seeing that Ling Aotian couldn't stop him from leaving, the little three-headed demon lion let out a low sigh and returned to Lu Hao's side again.

At this moment, dozens of mercenary group members had already surrounded Ling Aotian in the middle.

"Since you are looking for death, then let me die!" Ling Aotian's eyes flashed with a thick killing intent, and the remnant sword was raised horizontally, pointing directly at the mercenaries surrounding him.

Dozens of mercenaries, the strength is at the peak of the fourth-level fighters, and the strength of the middle-aged man is even stronger, he has reached the peak of the fifth-level fighters, and he is only one step away from breaking through the sixth-level fighters, facing such a powerful mercenary group, Ling Aotian can't help but start to have a headache, because what he wants is Liwei, which will play a deterrent role in other mercenary groups, so this battle must be won cleanly, if he is reluctant in this battle, then I am afraid that what awaits him next will be the siege of countless mercenary groups。

With Ling Aotian's mid-level fifth-level fighter, if he wants to cleanly deal with the group of mercenaries in front of him, he has two best choices, the first is to use the blood meridian, improve his strength, and destroy these people in front of him strongly, but this method will leave him with sequelae, so he gave up after thinking about it for a while, the second method is to use the dream nerve and directly use the spiritual attack to solve the opponent, however, if you use the mental attack, because the way of the attack is too weird, it seems that it cannot achieve the effect of deterrence.

Neither way could achieve the effect he wanted, and Ling Aotian entered the dilemma of choice.

However, those mercenaries had already launched an attack, how could they give Ling Aotian enough time to choose? Before he could figure out what method to use, dozens of weapons had already arrived in front of him.

The arrow was ready to be sent and had to be sent, there was no extra time for Ling Aotian to think about it.

If you don't have time to think about it, then don't think about it!Ling Aotian gave up thinking about it, waved the remnant sword in his hand, and rushed towards those mercenaries.

Almost a word count, make up for it in the next chapter!