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Ling Yun soared into the sky like an arrow that had left the bow, his fist striking the torrent of spirit energy, causing the air to crack and the sound of an explosion to echo out.

"How is this possible?"

Gui Qi simply could not believe it. In his opinion, even if Ling Yun had recovered, he should still be in his weakened state. Why did he look like he was at his peak state, his aura several times stronger than before?

Boom!

It flickered with starlight, and the fist that had invincible fist intent lingering clashed with the torrent of spirit energy, but there was no explosion. There was only the sound of glass shattering, and the black river of spirit energy shattered bit by bit.

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

But just at this moment, the river of spirit energy that had collapsed into countless pieces did not dissipate, but transformed into a myriad of swords. They pierced through the air and shot towards Ling Yun like a storm, and it seemed as if sword rain was raining down from the sky.

"Meteor Fire Rain!"

Ling Yun's expression did not change, his deep eyes were blazing with fire, the Phoenix bloodline in his body was boiling, the purple light flashed, holding onto the Heaven Swallowing Holy Light Sword, in an instant, it released countless of sword lights, transforming into a scarlet fireball one after another, rushing towards the sword rain.

The phoenix had a martial skill called the Divine Phoenix Codex, which contained countless powerful techniques. It was one of the most basic martial skills used by the people of the phoenix.

The black sword rain was extremely dark, and the fireballs were extremely bright. They collided with each other, causing fire and water to mutually devour each other, erupting with a bright brilliance.

The violent power submerged the barren mountain, creating a scene of great destruction. The space there became pitch-black for a moment, as if it had returned to the primal chaos.

Ling Yun saw the scene from the corner of his eyes, and his eyes lit up, as though he had understood something.

Just as he was deducing his guess, he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body. All his hair stood on end as the spirit energy beneath his feet howled. Light flashed and he instantly moved horizontally.

His face was in pain, as though a needle had pierced his cheek, and blood was blooming on his shoulder.

Looking at the bloody wound on his left shoulder, he felt a chill down his spine. If he had not taken that last step forward, the wound might have appeared on his neck.

Most importantly, there was a strange power lingering around it. If he did not expel this power out, the wound would not be able to heal at all. The longer he waited, the more serious the wound became.

Ling Yun's expression slightly darkened as a transparent golden flame ignited on his shoulder, burning away that strange energy and causing a strand of black smoke to scatter.

Letting out a light breath, as long as that force was expelled, what was left was nothing to worry about. Although that wound looked deep, as long as it was not fatal, there was nothing for him to be afraid of.

He looked around cautiously and saw that there was no one around him. There was only the desolate mountain, which had been reduced to a complete mess. Dust was flying everywhere, and rocks were flying everywhere.

Boundless spirit power surged. The Brow and forehead emitted a white and round light and the spiritual will was silently released.

The surroundings were in complete silence, falling into a strange silence, but Ling Yun knew that Gui Qi was hiding in the darkness, hibernating like a ghost or poisonous snake. He did not leave, but chose to wait for the right time to deliver the fatal blow.

The two were in a deadlock. They wanted to see who would be the first to break it.