The Ling family, where Ling Yang is located, was originally just an unknown small family in the 'Northern Desert City'.

One day later, the young Ling Yang went into the mountains to hunt and accidentally fell into an abyss. By chance, he actually got the 'martial arts inheritance' left by his predecessors, and the cultivation realm also jumped from the sixfold Xuan Vein to the low-level Xuan Sect.

Under the leadership of Ling Yang, the Ling family has gradually developed into the largest family in the 'Northern Desert City'. It can be said that the reason why the Ling family is where they are today is entirely due to Ling Yang.

And the brass flat mirror that Ling Yang was holding in his hand was the 'treasure' he had obtained in the abyss.

Ye Junlin looked at the bronze mirror, and an uncomfortable feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. The young man's brows furrowed, and the 'bronze broad-bladed sword' in his hand was immediately mentioned in his hand.

Don't hesitate to do it quickly.

The cyan giant sword hung in the air and crossed an arc, and the next moment it appeared in front of Ling Yang.

Ling Yang was startled, and a black aura suddenly surged on the brass mirror in his hand. These Xuan Qi seemed to have spirituality, and before Ye Junlin's giant sword looked down, it actually formed a black shield, blocking Ling Yang's face.

"Stand down. Ling Yang shouted at the ** behind him, and the bronze mirror in his hand clenched tighter.

"Boom!"

Ye Junlin's 'Bronze Broadblade Sword' slashed into the 'Black Shield', stirring up sparks. The black Xuan Qi summoned by Ling Yang seemed to have materialized, becoming extremely hard.

Ye Junlin jumped back, the giant sword in his hand changed in vain, turned into a thorn, and stabbed towards the black shield again.

"Boom!"

The sword and shield intersected, and a metallic sound sounded again. But the black shield stood still, still standing like a mountain.

Ye Junlin's brows furrowed again.

The aura between heaven and earth surged at this moment, and countless colorful mystical qi centered on Ye Junlin, forming a huge whirlpool, stirring the aura of heaven and earth.

Next, nine swords of various colors turned into nine flying knives, and with the swing of Ye Junlin's giant sword, they shot out.

"Even the stabbing sword!"

Ye Junlin's giant sword slammed out, and the nine 'flying knives' became 'brave', like a long snake roaring, and the eagle striking the sky.

The nine handles flew and slammed into the black shield, making a whistle of 'ping-pong'. On the black shield, all kinds of sword rays are constantly surging, like nine stars of different colors, flashing one after another, exuding all kinds of light, which is very beautiful.

But what's the use of looking good?

These nine sword rays were like moths to the flames, and after a moment of fluttering, they disappeared without a trace.

And the black shield is still as strong as an iceberg.

Ye Junlin was even more surprised, the giant sword in his hand suddenly clenched, and the monstrous sword qi also surged at this moment.

I saw the young man holding the giant sword in both hands, and the roots of his teeth were clenched. The greatsword was raised abruptly, and then fell suddenly, swinging fiercely towards the black shield.

Every blow seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and every blow seemed to be a mountain displacement, a river rushing, like a wind, and a force like a peak!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

On the surface of the black shield, there were constant bursts of loud roars. Ling Yang, who was hiding under the shield, clenched the brass flat mirror tightly.

Although the black shield helped him withstand most of the attacks, the powerful impact of the attack still hit him fiercely through the shield.

Ling Yang's thin body was subjected to heavy impacts like mountains again and again, and his internal organs seemed to be shattered. I saw that his ruddy face disappeared, and the pale color slowly covered his face.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The giant sword struck on the shield like a drumstick on the drumstick, and it reverberated in the hearts of everyone one by one

After a long time, Ye Junlin's offensive finally began to weaken. Ling Yang's face softened a little, but the huge impact force still made him unbearable. He could only hide under the black shield like a turtle, not daring to move a single bit.

At this time, the Ling family and the others were stunned.

In their memories, their head of the family, Ling Yang, has experienced dozens of battles large and small, and he has never been able to find the north until others, and he was once beaten as fiercely as he is today in the battle.

Ling Jin was even more surprised and couldn't close his mouth, looking at the god-killing young man in disbelief. He knew that he was in trouble this time

In the passage of time, Ye Junlin's attack speed slowed down little by little, and his offensive was much weaker than before. The continuous attacks made his Xuan Qi consume too much, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that it wouldn't last long before his Xuan Qi would be exhausted.

Thinking of this, Ye Junlin suddenly jumped back and stopped the offensive.

Ling Yang only felt that the momentum in front of him suddenly decreased, and the air seemed to ease a lot. In previous battles, Ling Yang usually used the protection of the "black shield" to launch a 'stormy' attack on others.

But this time it was completely reversed, under the attack of the young man, he was beaten and had no power to fight back, and it was still difficult to defend, let alone attack?

Ye Junlin stood about a zhang away from Ling Yang, gasping for breath, the previous attack had consumed most of his Xuan Qi, but it had failed to cause the slightest damage to the 'black shield', which made him couldn't help but be surprised.

Compared to Ye Junlin, Ling Yang was not much better. In the process of defense, he needed to continuously inject Xuan Qi into the brass mirror to repair the wear and tear of the black shield. In this process, his Xuan Qi consumption may not be less than that of Ye Junlin.

The old and the young, the two warriors were all panting and looking at each other, but neither of them attacked.

The Xuan Qi is almost exhausted, and I'm still a fart!

At this moment, the thin old man behind Ling Yang suddenly stepped forward and said to Ling Yang, "Family Master, do you want me to come?"

Ling Yang nodded, as if he had given up the 'Jianghu tradition' of 'one-on-one heads-up', and agreed to the old man's proposal.

Indeed, life is almost gone, where can I take care of any 'heroic demeanor'!

The old man got Ling Yang's permission, a smile appeared on the old man's face, and he secretly calculated in his heart: Even if it is a tiger, exhausted, what else can it do?

Thinking of this, the lewd smile on the old man's face became even stronger, and a black iron scimitar instantly appeared in his hand.

For ordinary martial artists, the Xuan Qi is exhausted, and it takes at least a day or two to recover. However, the Xuan Technique that Ye Junlin cultivated was the top-level "Sword God Technique", and its recovery speed was more than 10,000 times that of the ordinary Xuan Technique.

Ye Junlin looked at the obscene old man, and the 'Sword Divine Technique' secretly worked. Suddenly, the aura of the heavens and the earth centered on Ye Junlin and surged over in a steady stream.

A whirlpool formed by the aura of heaven and earth appeared out of thin air. This whirlpool was wrapped in heaven and earth aura, and all of it was injected into Ye Junlin's heavenly spirit cover.

In just an instant, the Xuan Qi in Ye Junlin's body returned to a full state.

When the obscene old man saw this scene, his eyes and mouth were wide open, and the scimitar in his hand couldn't help but tremble.

"Aren't you trying to kill me?" Ye Junlin said, his eyes filled with endless murderous aura. Holding the 'Bronze Broadsword' in his left hand, he walked towards the old man step by step