"Damn it, you want to cut me down? That depends on whether you have the skill for it."
Sensing the threat descending from above, Lu Yun roared. Ye Lin actually wanted to kill him with a single sword strike.
If their odds had been eighty-twenty before, they were now evenly matched. If this continued, he really would be cut down by Ye Lin.
"Overlord Fist, Shake the Firmament."
Lu Yun clenched his fist and threw a punch.
"Time Stop."
"Great River Sword Intent."
"Fate."
Just as Lu Yun was about to make his move, three powers of law came crashing toward him.
They directly scattered the attack he had painstakingly gathered.
"Damn it..."
Lu Yun cursed under his breath. The next moment, countless bolts of lightning Sword Qi engulfed him.
Beginningless True Flame was entwined within the lightning as well.
This old bastard truly had some skill. Even his Beginningless True Flame could not do a thing to him.
"Nine Luminaries Across the Sky."
Ye Lin put away the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor and rapidly formed hand seals. Behind him, the phantoms of nine great suns emerged.
The nine great sun phantoms revolved continuously around a Three-Legged Golden Crow.
He firmly believed one thing: once the Great Sun Supreme Art fused with Beginningless True Flame, its power would multiply.
"Suppress!"
The nine great suns, carrying the Three-Legged Golden Crow, suppressed everything before them.
"Damn it, Ye Lin, I want you dead!"
From within the endless lightning, Lu Yun emerged, disheveled, blackened all over, and utterly bedraggled. His eyes fixed viciously on Ye Lin as he charged forward like a wild beast.
"Suppress!"
Ye Lin had long prepared for this. The great suns descended directly to suppress Lu Yun.
"Saint-Falling Fist."
Seeing this, Ye Lin still did not retreat.