The Invincible Immortal Venerable of the City

Chapter 775 The Century-old Genius of Jiangnan Sword Sect?But that's all!

Chen Li's ancient sword pierced through the air and nailed to the ground in front of Yu Jinglong.

The originally hard surface was easily torn open like cotton under the sword's edge.

Seeing Lin Yi's actions like this, everyone else was taken aback.

Isn't this equivalent to surrendering the Chenli ancient sword?

"He's still scared after all." Someone sighed.

"Isn't this a normal thing? As long as you are not a fool, you know not to confront Jiangnan Jianzong, let alone the person who came here is Yu Jinglong!" The other person quite agreed with Lin Yi's approach.

On one side, Mu Boyun's expression was relaxed, and as long as Lin Yi admits to being cowardly, then everything can be discussed.

"Is this sword just given away like this? You kid is too useless!" Seeing this, Wang Jintong was dissatisfied.

Different people have different ideas, and the look in Lin Yi's eyes has even more meanings.

On the other hand, Lin Yi stood there with a neither salty nor pale face, just looked at Yu Jinglong who hadn't moved yet, and said lightly: "Why, I asked you to draw your sword, can't you understand my words?"

"If you want a sword, I'll give it to you. Whether you can get it or not depends on your ability."

Yu Jinglong snorted coldly when he heard the words: "You are wise."

He restrained his momentum slightly, thinking that what Lin Yi did was just to give himself a step down.

Yu Jinglong took a few steps forward, stood in front of the sword, stared at the ancient sword in front of him, his eyes were much more fiery.

"The master often said that the ancient sword of the Mu family is a magical weapon, but within the Jianzong, there are too many people who have no destiny, and I am the one who is truly chosen. Today, I will personally collect this sword from Jiangnan Jianzong Down!"

As soon as Yu Jinglong finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, and a bit of coolness came from his palm.

It's just that Yu Jinglong didn't take it seriously, not to mention that the sword's edge was only three inches into the ground, and the penetration was so shallow, it would take a minute to pull the sword out?

With force in his hand, he lifted it up suddenly!
"Ok?"

Yu Jinglong was slightly taken aback.

Chen Li in his hand didn't show any signs of breaking ground, and didn't move at all!
"Why don't you take it out?"

The onlookers looked at Yu Jinglong, curious in low voices.

Yu Jinglong glanced at Lin Yi, then squinted: "Small tricks!"

He snorted coldly, and suddenly increased his strength in his hand. On the back of his palm, the veins popped up. He tried again and pulled out the sword.

Chenli's ancient sword was firmly inserted into the ground, not moving at all, like a sea needle.

"No, it's not that he doesn't want to pick it up, but he can't pick it up!"

On the one hand, Wang Jintong was a little careless, but his face suddenly changed at this moment, as if thinking of something, he looked intently, and was immediately happy.

His voice fell into the ears of other people, and the expressions of the group of people changed immediately, and they all reacted in an instant.

"Can't Yu Jinglong hold this sword?"

"Probably not."

"No, I really can't lift it up! The veins on the back of his hand burst out, obviously he used a lot of strength! But the sword didn't move at all!"

The people around were in an uproar.

What they saw with their own eyes just now was that the ancient sword flew from Lin Yi's hand to Yu Jinglong, and it ruthlessly stuck into the earth and rocks in front of him!
But at this moment, Yu Jinglong really couldn't pull out the sword!

The faces of Mu Boyun and others changed, and the faces of Su Chun and others behind Yu Jinglong were even more pale.

"Draw out the sword and try again, it will be yours if you pull it out, how about it, are you excited?"

Lin also whistled at Yu Jinglong, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his tone was more of a sarcasm, but such words were undoubtedly slapping Yu Jinglong's face hard!
"you wanna die!"

Yu Jinglong was furious when he heard the words. He looked at Lin Yi fiercely, his mouth full of anger: "Do you think that with some small tricks, you can prevent me from holding the sword? How naive!"

"Get up!"

Yu Jinglong suddenly raised his head, shouted loudly, he let go of his grip on the hilt of the sword, and stepped on the ground suddenly.

Immediately, an incomparably powerful energy poured out of him like a torrent, and with a loud bang, all the land around Yu Jinglong was shaken into rubble!

The sudden cloud of dust choked the people around them to cough.

When everything quieted down and the dust and sand disappeared with the wind, everyone who looked at it was stunned on the spot.

At a distance of five meters from Yujinglong as the center, the ground was cracked and cracked, but the ancient sword fell into the ground, and the projectile pointed by the sword's edge was intact on the ground!

The edge of the sword is still standing, the blade is still straight, and under the sunlight, it glows a bit cold.

"I don't believe it anymore! Give it to me!"

Seeing this, Yu Jinglong became even more angry, feeling as if he was being fooled.

With a roar, his clothes fluttered all over his body, and his entire palm instantly became a full outline, and there was a terrifying coercion that made people tremble all over the palm, bursting out from it.

This time, he didn't want to draw the sword, but aimed at the hilt and slashed straight across, intending to forcefully smash the ancient sword out of the ground.

boom!
At the moment when Yu Jinglong's palm slashed to the hilt of the sword, a huge sound wave burst towards the surroundings with extremely strong energy.

All of a sudden, some people with low strength were directly shocked by this sudden energy and flew out.

The manic power caused many people to change color. Even a few masters of the Jiangnan Sword Sect, because they were too close to Yu Jinglong's position, they were caught off guard, and they were shocked back again and again. It can be seen how powerful Yu Jinglong's palm is.

"how is this possible!"

In the next second, Yu Jinglong's feminine face was full of ruthlessness, looking at the motionless ancient sword, he roared loudly.

He, the genius of the Jiangnan Sword Sect for a hundred years, can't even hold a sword!
What a shame!
Obviously the long-awaited ancient sword is right in front of you!
The bystanders heard Yu Jinglong's roar and saw the ancient sword in the field. For a while, no one dared to breathe loudly, for fear of being affected by Yu Jinglong's anger.

Some people even looked at Lin Yi who was standing there, Master Lin of Haizhou, he really lived up to his reputation!
Someone sighed in their hearts, full of admiration.

"What the hell did you do!" Yu Jinglong's eyes were fierce, and he took advantage of the situation and swooped towards Lin Yi, punching Lin Yi in the face.

Rumble!
Yu Jinglong's fist made bursts of crackling sounds in the air, and the momentum was extremely huge. With this punch, even a hard stone wall might be pierced by it!
Seeing Yu Jinglong who was approaching in an instant, Lin Yi raised his foot and stepped on Yu Jinglong's face with the sole of his foot.

When this kick came out, it happened that Yu Jinglong's fist was still five centimeters away from Lin Yi's cheek, which made Yu Jinglong's fist strength nowhere to vent. In the end, he was kicked far away by Lin Yi. distance.

Yu Jinglong's body flew rapidly in mid-air, and soon landed firmly on the ground, but in the eyes of everyone, half of Yu Jinglong's cheek had extremely deep footprints on it.

Some bruises, some crimson, making his originally somewhat feminine and handsome cheeks, looking at this moment, look like a cowherd boy who crawls and rolls in the field and is stained with mud!

"I gave you a chance, but you are useless yourself, and you can't even hold a sword. A century-old genius of the Jiangnan Sword Sect? That's all."

Lin Yi walked forward slowly, stood in front of the ancient sword, and stretched out his hand. The palm of his right hand was leaning on the hilt of the sword. In the eyes of everyone, his five fingers were clenched tightly.

(End of this chapter)