The cold moon scar that was integrated with the yin spirit jumped like thunder, but in the face of the huge sword shadow and long sword that flashed with cold light, there was a trace of fear in his heart, you know, the huge sword shadow before had cut through the soles of his feet, and now with a long sword with a cold light, if he was not careful, he was afraid that he would be cut off by the huge sword shadow and long sword.

And just when the huge sword shadow condensed by Ling Aotian and the long sword with cold light confronted the Yin Spirit, the Saint Yuan clone on the side made a move, and it was still the Nine Absolute Steps, and the Nine Absolute Steps that had been used to the limit instantly conjured up several phantoms and rushed towards the Yin Spirit.

Maybe it was because in the face of the huge sword shadows and long swords that Ling Aotian had conjured, there was a great pressure in his heart, and when he saw the phantom shadows conjured up by the Holy Fate clone rushing out, the huge body of the Yin Spirit moved, and then, a pair of giant fists began to bombard those phantoms.

How could the Holy Fate clone, who was already ready to go, miss this good opportunity, and when the Yin Spirit shot towards those phantoms, it swept forward like lightning, and the remnant sword in his hand mercilessly stabbed towards the Yin Spirit's previously injured foot.

The injured paw of the Yin Spirit naturally did not have the same strong defensive power as before, and under the sword of the Holy Fate clone, there was another wound on the injured foot.

A terrible howl came from the mouth of the Yin Spirit, and because of the severe pain, he subconsciously swung his powerful giant fist and smashed it indiscriminately.

Originally, it was impossible for the Yin Spirit to subconsciously swing his fist wildly, and it was impossible to cause damage to the Holy Fate Clone, but because the Holy Fate Clone was determined to cause more damage to the Yin Spirit, he directly took Yin Spirit's punch and pushed the remnant sword that pierced into the sole of his foot one point again.

In this way, the wound on the Yin Spirit's foot was even bigger, and the Holy Fate clone was directly smashed by the Yin Spirit's giant fist and flew out hundreds of meters, falling heavily to the ground.

"Next, it's up to you!" the Holy Fate clone smiled at Ling Aotian, and then, his body turned into a cloud of white light and flew back into Ling Aotian's body.

Seeing that the Holy Fate Clone did not hesitate to seriously injure the Yin Spirit, Ling Aotian's eyes showed a hint of determination, whether it was for the battle situation of the Imperial Alliance or for the Holy Fate Clone, this Yin Spirit that was fused with the Cold Moon Trace had to die.

"Cold Moon Scar, you can die!" Ling Aotian shouted, and with a wave of the remnant sword in his hand, the huge sword shadow and the long sword that had already been ready to be launched pressed towards the Yin Spirit at an unbelievably fast speed.

Seeing the huge sword shadow and the cold glittering long sword approaching him at the same time, a trace of panic flashed in the blood-colored eyes of the Yin Spirit.

Ling Aotian ignored the other party's panic, and directly controlled the huge sword shadow and the cold light glittering long sword, and launched a fierce attack towards the Yin Spirit.

The huge sword shadow and the long sword with cold light were under Ling Aotian's control, and they attacked towards the Yin Spirit with great agility.

Facing the huge sword shadow and the long sword that could break through his powerful defenses, the Yin Spirit let out a roar of rage, and no longer caring about his injured foot, he swung his fists and bombarded the huge sword shadow and the cold light glittering long sword.

Dangdangdang!

After a crisp crash, the huge sword shadow and the long sword dissipated at the same time, and on the Yin Spirit's body, there were dozens of huge wounds, and dark blood continued to flow out of his body, making his already gloomy appearance even more terrifying.

Seeing that he had successfully shattered the huge sword shadow and long sword summoned by Ling Aotian, the Yin Spirit let out a frightening laugh: "Hahahaha! Stinky boy, I'm going to kill you!"

The corners of Ling Aotian's mouth curled slightly, looking at the Yin Spirit who was rushing towards him, he slowly raised the remnant sword in his hand: "Do you think that if you can crack it once, you will be able to win the battle?"

Originally, hearing Ling Aotian's slightly mocking words, the Yin Spirit had yet to fight back a few words, but when he saw Ling Aotian actually swing the remnant sword in his hand again, condensing another huge sword shadow, the words that had already spit out to his mouth were instantly swallowed back by him, and on his face, the look of horror instantly replaced the previous pride.

"No, it's impossible, such a powerful attack, how can you use it multiple times?" A hint of panic flashed in Yin Ling's eyes, and the development of things was completely beyond his expectations.

"Nothing is impossible!" Ling Aotian began to swing the remnant sword in his hand after condensing the huge sword shadow in his concentration.

"No! I don't believe it!" the Yin Spirit roared angrily and rushed towards Ling Aotian frantically, in his opinion, Ling Aotian's strength was not enough to support him to perform many powerful attacks, Ling Aotian's move must be a bluff.

However, at the moment when the Yin Spirit had just left, the huge sword shadow that had formed in front of Ling Aotian had already rushed towards him with a powerful force.

At this moment, the Yin Spirits and Souls were all rising, this huge sword shadow had already made him suffer a lot, and now he realized that this huge sword shadow was not fake, where did he dare to continue to entangle with the huge sword shadow, and immediately quickly retreated.

"Do you want to go, it's too late!" Ling Aotian snorted coldly, his body moved, and he actually directly cast the Nine Peerless Steps in front of the Yin Spirit, and at the same time, the long sword that was originally condensing also appeared in front of him.

"Ahh

Soon, the huge sword shadow and the long sword with cold light were entangled with the Yin Spirit again.

The Yin Spirit, who fought entirely on the flesh, had weakened a lot after his body was injured, and in the face of the continuous attacks of the huge sword shadow and the long sword, he began to retreat one after another, and one after another scars began to appear on his body that looked extremely miserable.

"Bastard, you forced me!I'll die with you!" Yin Spirit roared angrily, the aura on his body instantly became extremely violent, at this point, the only thing he could do was to blow up his body and die with Ling Aotian.

Realizing that the Yin Spirit was going to explode himself, Ling Aotian's face changed, a strong man at the peak of the Holy Rank blew himself up, the power was conceivable, before, he had also encountered a strong man who was going to explode himself, however, due to the existence of the Holy Fate clone, he could use his strength to imprison the other party, so that the other party could not self-detonate, but now, the Holy Fate Clone was obviously no longer able to be counted on, how should he deal with it?

To tell the truth, it is not so easy for the Yin Spirit to explode by itself, and it is not so easy to hurt him, because, with his speed, he can retreat to a safe place before the other party completes the self-explosion, but now around them, there are all soldiers of the two major alliances, if this self-detonation shock wave spreads, I am afraid that countless people will be killed!

Letting countless people die because of himself was obviously not Ling Aotian's style, so the moment he saw that the Yin Spirit was about to explode himself, he began to yell around: "Hurry up and get out of the way!

When everyone heard the news, they all began to retreat frantically.

Not enough, the distance is far from enough, looking at the soldiers of the two major alliances who retreated like a tide, Ling Aotian frowned, just with the retreat speed of those soldiers, he couldn't escape at all.

It seems that he can only control the range of self-detonation! Ling Aotian frowned, and immediately had a plan in his heart.

Ling Aotian began to frantically swing the remnant sword in his hand, and as his remnant sword swung, one light curtain after another formed, surrounding the Yin Spirit that was about to explode in the middle.

After laying down more than twenty light curtains, Ling Aotian finally stopped because of the excessive consumption of true qi in his body.

I can only do my best and obey the fate of heaven! Looking at the Yin Spirit that was about to complete the self-explosion, Ling Aotian sighed.

Just when Ling Aotian finished his preparations, the Yin Spirit's self-detonation had reached its final moment.

As the violent aura in the Yin Spirit's body reached an extreme, a loud noise came out.

Huh! Ling Aotian was stunned, the Yin Spirit had indeed exploded, but his explosive aura did not emanate, but his body fell down softly after a violent tremble.

"How could this be! I'm not reconciled!" After an unwilling shout, the Yin Spirit no longer had a trace of breath.

Ling Aotian stayed on the spot, he was really shocked by this scene.

Just when Ling Aotian was sluggish, the time had come for him to merge with the first clone, and with a burst of energy fluctuations, the first clone separated from his body.

"It seems that this self-explosion is probably just Leng Yueji's wishful thinking!" the first doppelganger said his opinion.

Ling Aotian was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of the first doppelganger, indeed, the temperament of the Yin Spirit is far stronger than that of humans, and it is obviously not so easy to blow up the body, and although the cold moon mark is completely fused with the Yin Spirit, he obviously does not understand this situation, so he wishfully triggered the power of Hune to self-detonate, as a result, his self-explosion became a joke, and even the shell of the Yin Spirit failed to collapse, but it was his own soul, which was wiped out in this self-explosion and became the only sacrifice of this self-explosion.

"All of this is his own doing, and he can't blame others!" After thinking about all this, a smile appeared on Ling Aotian's face.

The strong man sent by the Extermination Alliance to deal with Ling Aotian has fallen, and there is naturally no suspense in the next battle, and the Commander of Extermination saw that the general trend was gone, and he didn't want to cut off all his forces here, so he gave the order to retreat.

With the retreat of the Annihilation Alliance, the battle on the Dana Plain on the side of the Imperial Alliance was temporarily over, and in the earth-shattering cheers of the soldiers of the Imperial Alliance, Ling Aotian refused Blaise's retention, left the Dana Plain, and rushed towards the Falling Moon Valley.

In the Valley of the Falling Moon, another fierce battle awaits him, so what will it be?