Hahahaha!
Jun Yue laughed out loud.
Three rounds of blows, every single one of them fatal; although each time he only hurt himself, he did not suffer any real harm. Instead, he grew bolder with every battle, unable to wait.
Ling Yun sneered. "Since you like to play, I'll keep you company."
He wanted to find out what kind of monster Jun Yue had turned into. Could he really not be killed?
"Jie jie jie jie..."
After a few eerie laughs from Jun Yue, his figure once again shattered the void and charged over, his power compressing layers of the air.
The crimson longsword was drawn once more, blazing with a mighty crimson light. The aura of the king of swords seemed to make souls tremble, and Miaoxin, watching from the sidelines, involuntarily stepped back, fear rising in her heart and her skin growing icy cold.
Kill!
Unwilling to waste any time, Jun Yue suddenly let out a roar that swallowed mountains and rivers across ten thousand miles. The four seas and eight wastes shuddered along with him as he pulled the longsword from his back and lunged at Ling Yun, terrifying to the extreme, like a demon god.
Ling Yun sneered. All show and no substance!
Boom, boom!
With a thunderous crash, Jun Yue's eerie figure unexpectedly materialized right behind Ling Yun, while Ling Yun's terrifying fist punched straight through the other's martial technique without hitting a living soul.
"Interesting."
Ling Yun backhanded him with a single slap, knocking the swaggering Jun Yue straight down to the ground and kicking up billows of thick smoke.
"Aren't you curious? Aren't you curious why you can attack me like this and I'm still completely fine?"
"Mhm... If I ask, will you tell me?" Ling Yun rolled his eyes, wearing a look