Lin Yang slowly stood up and stared at his right arm with his eyes tightly.

At this moment, his right arm had turned golden, and it seemed that some strange energy was shaking on his arm.

Then, this energy released a golden light and hovered around Lin Yang's arms, like stars turning, magical and exquisite.

Slowly, the halo was dimmed and disappeared. When I looked again, a strange pattern appeared on Lin Yang's arm.

The pattern was like a divine dragon, hovering around his arms, but it was not like a dragon, because its surface was covered with feathers and its head was like a divine phoenix. No one had ever seen such a creature.

But at this moment, the pattern was crazy giving Lin Yang a surging power.

In just five or six seconds, Lin Yang was filled with energy that was extremely rich, and his whole body seemed to be sublimated at this moment.

"Twenty drops of falling spirit blood mean that I have completed the heavenly blood spirit body! At this time, my body is comparable to the innate body! I will be invincible in the world!"

Lin Yang took a deep breath and stared at the person in front of him with calm eyes.

People seemed to see a golden halo in his pupils that was as bright as the scorching sun.

"What did you do? What's going on with your hands?" Tang Tianhao's breathing trembled and he stared at Lin Yang and asked.

"It's the power of falling spirit blood!! I smelled the power of falling spirit blood!" An elder shouted in dismay.

"What a rich power of falling spirit blood! Is this the power that only a few drops of falling spirit blood will produce? Two drops? Three drops? Five drops? No! At least ten drops, at least ten drops!" Liu Shifeng trembled wildly all over and shouted tremblingly.

The words were gone, and everyone at the scene was filled with a chill and stunned.

More than ten drops of the power of falling spirit blood?

How is that possible?

Who in the world can master so much blood?

Tang Tianhao was also extremely shocked and looked at Lin Yang in a daze.

But soon he came back to his senses and gritted his teeth and said, "So what? No matter how much blood he has, it's useless! He is exhausted at the moment. It's easy for me to kill him!"

After saying that, Tang Tianhao pulled out the Qiushui sword and walked towards Lin Yang.

People stared at Tang Tianhao, and they didn't dare to speak out.

Lin Yang looked at him lightly.

"You must die. If you don't die, where is my prestige?" Tang Tianhao shouted softly, his eyes were ferocious, and suddenly rushed over with a leap.

Whoosh!

His body skills are not as good as the Yuanxing, but compared with those elders, he is so much better.

The distance of dozens of meters was actually closer in one second. In the blink of an eye, he stood in front of Lin Yang. The Qiushui sword was like a meteor tearing apart the night sky, slashing hard towards Lin Yang's head.

This sword is exposed and can tear everything apart!

The hearts and eyes of everyone around were touched by this sword.

They are waiting.

Waiting for Lin Yang to react.

Waiting for what moves Lin Yang will use to deal with this sword.

Wait for when he dodges backwards.

But... everyone was disappointed!

Shocked!

It's dull!

Because... Lin Yang did not move anyway.

He just stood there, looking faintly at the sword that was slashing.

No reaction at all.

Like a wooden man.

"What?"

Many elders lost their voices on the spot.

Even Tang Tianhao was slightly stunned, but he was not ruthless and tried his best to cut off the sword, trying to tear open Lin Yang's forehead.

only.

After the sword fell...

Bang!

A crisp sound came out.

Then Tang Tianhao felt his arm numb, and the Qiushui sword seemed to hit something hard and was bounced back.

Tang Tianhao was stunned, looked at Lin Yang in disbelief, and then looked at the sword in his hand.

He couldn't believe this shocking scene, and felt that he had an hallucination, so he immediately took the sword and slashed towards Lin Yang's head.

This time, the scene is still the same as before.

Bang!

The sword hit Lin Yang's head, and some sparks splashed. Then the Qiushui sword was shaken back. The huge impact force caused Tang Tianhao to take a few steps back with his sword.

There was a silence around.

The world is stunned.

This terrifying scene has made people unable to believe their own eyes.

"How is it possible...I...my sword...can't even cut you away?"

Tang Tianhao held the Qiushui sword and said blankly.

"Where is the ring?"

Lin Yang stretched out his hand and walked towards Tang Tianhao.

Tang Tianhao trembled all over and hurriedly shook his hand and shouted: "The ring is mine! It is mine!"

For this Donghuang Divine Ring, he could even kill Yuanxing, so how could he hand over the ring?

This is everything about him and it also represents everything about him. He will never give up everything about himself.

But now... Tang Tianhao can't help.

Lin Yang walked straight up and reached out to grab him.

"Die for me!"

Tang Tianhao drew his sword and slashed wildly.

Crazy.

Crazy!

The cold sword body was like the fangs of a demon, constantly rushing towards Lin Yang's body.

However, the results are desperate.

No matter how fierce the sword in Tang Tianhao's hand was, he could not cut Lin Yang's body away.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding...

The clear sound of the sword hitting is particularly harsh.

People in the world are also frightened and their scalp is numb.

"What is this... a monster?"

"Is it invulnerable?"

"Young Master Tang's sword... can't hurt him?"

"Monster! He's a monster!"

The people of the Eastern Emperor Cult were trembling with fear and their pupils were trembling.

Everyone was crazy.

Tang Tianhao was also crazy.

He roared hysterically and swung his sword with all his might.

But as he waved... the hand holding the sword gradually slowed down.

He found that no matter how many swords he swung, he could not hurt Lin Yang at all.

This despair made him almost give up resistance.

final.

Click!

A crisp sound came out.
To be continued...