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Two palm-prints the size of praying mats shot towards Ling Yun.

From the two palm imprints, a dangerous fluctuation that even Mortal Origin Stage Rank 10 experts were extremely afraid of spread out.

Not only did those two palm prints contain a terrifying power, but the corrosive poison was also one of the factors that people were unable to guard against.

Even if a Quasi-Earth Origin Stage cultivator were to be tricked, they would probably be completely overwhelmed by it.

"There's nowhere to run …"

Ling Yun knew that he was already locked on by the palm imprint, and could not avoid it.

If he couldn't withstand this blow, then the only thing waiting for him was death!

A hopeless situation.

An unprecedented situation.

Facing this kind of life or death situation, Lingyun's heart began to fiercely beat. This kind of imminent death pressure was enough to make other martial artists feel as if their minds were collapsing.

"Even if there's no hope, I will still go all out and fight to the death! It's better than waiting to die for nothing. "

Ling Yun held onto the Scarlet Thunder Spear tightly.

As if sensing Ling Yun's unyielding fighting spirit, the Scarlet Thunder Spear began to emit light all over. The crackling electricity moved around the spear's body, brilliant and dazzling!

"Ling Tian Spear Art!"

Ling Yun let out an unwilling and furious roar under the frightening pressure.

At this moment, he was like a spring that had been compressed to the extreme, launching a desperate counterattack.

Ling Yun held the red lightning spear that was wrapped in thunder and lightning, and combined his spear into one, he struck towards the old man's grey-black palm.

"Nail!"

The Crimson Thunder Spear struck the center of the palm print, unexpectedly producing a metallic sound.

"Creak …"

The spear light and the palm print fiercely collided, emitting a sharp friction sound that caused one's ears to ache.

However, even though Lingyun had used his entire life's worth of strength, the difference between him and the black robed elder was still too big.

The grayish-black palm print was only blocked by the Scarlet Thunder Spear for a moment. After a moment, the grayish-black palm print seemed to crush Ling Yun, and sent him flying backwards.

Under the terrifying power of a tenth level Mortal Origin Stage cultivator, Ling Yun felt his hands shaking so hard that his bones were about to break.

His internal organs were severely damaged from the collision just now.

Ling Yun felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"I refuse to accept this!"

"Even if I die in battle, I won't accept it!"

Lingyun's eyes were filled with a frenzied fighting spirit. Holy Thunder Crossing Disaster Spell was channeling its power to provide him with an unending stream of power.

Under the attack of the black-robed old man, he could be ruthlessly defeated at any moment. But at the very least, he was still bitterly enduring.

Ling Yun's legs seemed to have rooted into the ground.

As for Lin Dong, both of his hands tightly gripped onto the red lightning spear. Even though the palm of his hand had been split open and blood was flowing out, he did not frown.

"Eh?"

The black-robed old man let out a light sound of surprise.

"He actually managed to temporarily block my palm strike? How did this little brat do it? "

The old man was very clear on the extent of his power. It was not something a Mortal Origin Stage disciple could contend with.

"This kid's gun is extraordinary. It has helped him reduce a lot of pressure."

"He looks like he's still persisting, but he must have reached his limit."

Although the black robed old man was surprised that Ling Yun could do this, he still did not think that Ling Yun had any chance of turning the tables around.

"Break!"

The black-robed old man spat out a single word.

The greyish black palm print exploded with a bang, emitting poisonous fog all over the sky.

Compared to the power of the palm print, the poison technique contained in the palm print was the real killing move.

The dark gray poisonous fog exploded with a loud bang, but then suddenly collapsed.

Just like a berserk beast smelling its prey, the poisonous gray fog wrapped Lingyun tightly, and rolled around him. Finally, like countless insects crawling on Lingyun's body, it drilled into his body.

Once the poison mist entered his body, it quickly spread through his limbs and meridians.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Yun's face became ashen.

"I've been poisoned …" Am I going to die? "

As the poisonous fog entered his body, he could feel the bone marrow welling up in every corner of his body. It was as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at him.

"NO!" I can't die! If I die, what about my parents? "What should I do about my path of martial arts!?"

Just as he was about to die, Ling Yun's eyes snapped back to reality.

"Holy Lightning Crossing Disaster Spell!"

Just like a drowning man grasping at straws to save his own life, Lingyun subconsciously activated the Saint Thunder Crossing Disaster Technique.

The dull sound of thunder suddenly resounded within Ling Yun's body.

Countless tiny bolts of lightning swam through the meridians of his four limbs. Wherever they went, all greyish-black poisonous creatures were wiped out by the lightning.

"Useful! The Saint Thunder Crossing Disaster Incantation has an absolute restraining effect on the power of this evil poison. "

Ling Yun was ecstatic.

Soon, the feeling of being able to control power returned to his body.

At this moment, Ling Yun's conviction was as firm and unbreakable as a boulder.

"Ling Tian Spear Art, Half Moon Traceless Slash!"

The first move of Ling Tian's spear, which he had not completely mastered until now, was finally mastered after Ling Yun had experienced a life and death battle and his faith had been tempered.

A crescent-shaped lightning bolt was emitted from the spear, sweeping towards the black-robed old man.

"Hmm? This little brat actually did not die from the poison! "

The old man in black was shocked.

"Disperse for me."

An ominous glint flashed in the old man's eyes. He waved his hand, wanting to block Ling Yun's Half-Moon Formless Slash.

He had complete confidence in his demon arm, because his current arm was no less than a high-grade human-step weapon.

In his eyes, it was as easy as pie to disperse the attack of a seventh level Mortal Origin Stage martial artist.

"Boom!"

A spear light as bright as lightning suddenly exploded on the black-robed old man's black demonic arm.

Ah!

The black-robed old man let out a blood-curdling screech in response.

"Chi la chi!"

After being infected by Lingyun's thunder essence, the black-robed old man's devil arm began to emit bursts of green smoke, as if it had been burnt.

"How can this be!"

When the black-robed old man saw this unforeseen event, he panicked.

"There must be a problem with this kid's Lightning Tactic …" No wonder he could resist my poison technique. "

Just as the black-robed old man was lost in thought.

Ling Yun's eyes suddenly brightened, and shouted in his heart: "A good chance!"

A fist-sized round ball appeared in Ling Yun's hands, and shot towards the black robed elder.

The Origin Tool refined by the pavilion master: Thunderbolt!

The reason why Lingyun did not dare to use the thunderbolt was not because the thunderbolt was not strong enough, but because Lingyun did not have the confidence to hit the black-robed old man.

But now, the instant that the black-robed old man appeared, his absent-mindedness revealed an extremely rare flaw.

The thunderbolt was like a miniature meteorite, arriving in front of Black Robe in the blink of an eye.

Sensing the explosive and terrifying power contained within the thunderbolt, Black Robe instantly widened his eyes in fear.

"Dammit, this is an Origin Tool!" How did this brat get an Origin Tool, ah!