For Ye Junlin, this battle between him and Ling Yang may be just one of the many battles in his life, but for Ling Yang, this may be the last battle in his life.

Because Ling Yang felt that he might not be able to defeat the young man in front of him.

For a martial artist, the most terrifying thing is not that you can't defeat your opponent. It's that you lose the courage to fight the other side.

There is no greater mourning than death.

Ling Yang raised his head and looked at the clouds that were passing in the sky, and couldn't help but feel stunned. Looking back on his "life", although it is not brilliant, but at least it is conscientious. From youth to middle age, I can be said to have made indelible contributions to this family.

What can I do

"Hey—" Ling Yang thought about this and let out a long sigh.

"Okay, just let me fight happily again!" Ling Yang gritted his teeth fiercely, raised his head, and faced Ye Junlin, who was full of sword energy.

"What's the matter?, have you figured it out?" Ye Junlin looked at Ling Yang and said coldly.

"Let the old man have a happy battle with you!" After Ling Yang finished speaking, the black Xuan Qi surging up on the brass mirror formed a black giant shield, which he held in his hand.

In his other hand, a cyan spear also appeared.

These two pieces of equipment appeared at the same time, dressing Ling Yang like a medieval warrior.

Ye Junlin looked at Ling Yang and said lightly: "The equipment is good!"

The surging sword intent emanated from Ye Junlin's heart. On the bronze broad-bladed sword, endless sword qi surged again, these sword qi were like a swift wind, like sharp blades, suddenly whirling, floating around, pulling Ye Junlin's clothes with a fierce sound.

Ye Junlin, who was wrapped in sword qi, was like a human emperor descending into the world, ruling the world.

Ling Yang couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

Perhaps fighting Ye Junlin was the most unwise decision he had made in his life.

At this point, it's too late to regret it.

"Ahh

Ling Yang let out a loud shout, the black shield was protected on his body, and the cyan spear stabbed towards Ye Junlin's chest.

Ye Junlin seemed to ignore Ling Yang's attack and was still accumulating sword qi.

Between Ling Yang and Ye Junlin, it was only a dozen steps away.

But in the process of pushing and stabbing, Ling Yang seemed to be as long as tens of thousands of years.

When the cyan spear finally stabbed in front of Ye Junlin. The sword qi of the 'Bronze Broad-Bladed Sword' in Ye Junlin's hand also seemed to be full.

In the endless sword qi, there are thousands of troops galloping endlessly. With the swing of Ye Junlin's giant sword, these 'thousands of troops and horses' all rushed towards Lingyang.

"Boom!"

The cyan spear collided with the 'bronze broadsword'. There was a loud bang, like a golden ring, and sparks overflowed, just like fireworks blooming in the sky.

On the cyan spear, cracks actually appeared, and under the crazy attack of the giant sword, they broke apart little by little. Such a hard 'mid-level mortal weapon' turned into a pile of broken copper and iron at this time.

Although he had already comprehended the majesty of Ye Junlin's sword intent, Ling Yang's face still had an expression of disbelief.

Ye Junlin didn't have the heart to pay attention to Ling Yang's shock, and the giant sword in his hand swung violently again, slashing down towards the black shield again.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock"

Ye Junlin slashed four times in succession on the black shield like a meteor, and ripples actually appeared on the originally indestructible black shield.

Ling Yang's heart suddenly tightened.

In the previous battle, he had almost exhausted most of his Xuan Qi. When he fought with Ye Junlin again, his pitiful Xuan Qi could barely sustain the use of that shield.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock"

Under Ye Junlin's continuous attacks, the black shield began to become weaker and weaker. Ling Yang's face under the shield also became more and more pale.

Through the powerful shockwave of the shield, it slammed into his body like a mountain, and his internal organs seemed to explode.

"Boom!"

Not long after, at some point, only a loud bang was heard, and the black shield was shattered by Ye Junlin after all. The black aura dissipated, and even the brass calm seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and the original bright luster suddenly dimmed.

Ling Yang was shocked by the huge explosion and flew out, and small wounds were blown out on his face, chest, and limbs.

At this time, he was completely desperate.

Ling Yang fell to the ground, looking at the blue sky above his head, his eyes full of emptiness. The warm, sad, happy, and happy pictures of the past surfaced in his heart little by little

He saw the picture of him going into the mountains to hunt, the picture of him getting the inheritance, the picture of his family's rise, and the picture of him becoming the lord of the city

"Did you die like this?" Ling Yang muttered.

Time seemed to freeze, and Ling Yang's heart seemed to be struggling fiercely.

"No! never!"

The next moment, Ling Yang, who was already facing ashes, suddenly shouted and stood up.

I saw him pick up the brass face calmly, hold it high above his head, kneel down on his knees, his eyes closed, and look reverent.

"Venerable Demon Emperor, please forgive your disciple for your ignorance. Today, my disciple would like to give you his soul, please give me strength!"

Ling Yang kept babbling as if he was chanting some kind of incantation.

Ye Junlin looked at all this in great amazement, and actually stopped attacking.

Suddenly, on the brass mirror, there was an endless amount of black gas. These black qi were like a black cocoon, enveloping Ling Yang.

An old voice came from the black cocoon: "It's long overdue, hahahaha"

The voice was like a ghost from hell, and it was terrifying. Ye Junlin shouted in his heart: "It's not good!"

Then he said to Li Mo: "Hurry up!"

Li Mo, who had been silent in sadness, also came to his senses at this time, and looked at the huge black cocoon in a daze, at a loss.

"Click!"

Soon after, a crack suddenly appeared on the black calloon, and I saw that the crack slowly expanded, and finally all of it shattered.

A "Ling Yang" with a smile on his face slowly walked out of the black cocoon.

I saw that his skin had turned as black as carbon, two cone-shaped sharp horns had grown on his head, and his neck and chest were covered with red threads, which was terrifying.

Ye Junlin's face was full of shock, and he faintly felt Ling Yang's momentum, as if he had suddenly been promoted from a 'low-level mystic' to a 'high-level mystery'.

Li Mo looked at Ling Yang, the shock in his heart was already indescribable, and he saw him trembling and spit out four words: "Red Ghost Pawn"

"Hahahaha"

'Ling Yang' laughed out loud, like a ghost.

The next moment, a chain as white as white bones emerged from his body