C123 What Kind of Demonic Technique Did You Use!
C123 What Kind of Demonic Technique Did You Use!
Although everyone had their own guesses, they believed that the weapon in Lin Yaoyang's hand would definitely not be able to withstand the attack of the Spiritual Force Weapon in Lin Faang's hand.
After all, the attack power of the Spiritual Force Weapon was too powerful. How could it be possible for an ordinary weapon to withstand it?
Those who could contend with the Spiritual Force Weapon were all Spiritual Force Weapons of the same level. Perhaps, at this moment, the sword in Lin Faang's hand had already pierced into Lin Yaoyang's chest.
Lin Yaoyang's soul had already returned to the horizon. Not long after, the annoying fog finally dispersed.
However, when everyone saw the result, 51 wasn't shocked.
"What?!"
"How is this possible?! How is this not a Spiritual Force Weapon? How could this be?! "
Lin Qinghee had already closed his eyes, but now he had regained his spirit.
Everyone saw the same scene. Lin Yaoyang was standing in the same spot, safe and sound. He didn't even take a step back. He still had a calm smile on his face as he looked at Lin Faang who was standing in front of him.
Lin Faang, on the other hand, had a look of disbelief on his face. However, he wasn't looking at Lin Che, he was looking at the sword in Lin Yaoyang's hand. Lin Faang himself murmured, "How is this possible?"
Lin Faang's head was screaming crazily, "What's going on?! Why didn't I pierce this kid?! He had already tested it many times. As long as it wasn't a Spiritual Force Weapon... Isn't it easy to cut them all in one blow? How could it be like this?"
He looked down to see which sword Lin Faang had thrust out. The tip of the sword was firmly stabbing into Lin Yaoyang's horizontal Sword Blade.
There was no movement at all. It was different from what everyone had imagined. The sword that Lin Yaoyang held horizontally in front of his chest was like a shield, perfectly blocking Lin Yaoyang's attack.
The Spiritual Force Weapon in Lin Faang's hand was glowing brightly. The cold light on the Sword Blade kept flashing. Every time it flashed, the light would be even brighter than the last time. Obviously, Lin Faang had not given up yet. He was releasing the Qi in his body.
He hoped that all of this was fake. He hoped that this sword could pierce through Lin Yaoyang's chest and pierce the Sword Blade into Lin Yaoyang's chest.
However, things didn't go according to his wishes. No matter how much strength Lin Faang used, or even his face, it was because he used too much strength. He seemed to be exhausted and his face turned purple.
However, the sword in Lin Yaoyang's hand was fine. Even Lin Yaoyang stood motionless on the spot, as if he hadn't been affected by Lin Faang at all.
Lin Yaoyang's face was full of smile. He looked at Lin Faang and said, "Cousin Lin Faang, this sword of mine is not bad."
After Lin Faang heard what Lin Yaoyang said, his face turned red again. His face turned red and then purple, like a pig's liver. He did not say anything for a long time.
Lin Quan, who was standing not far behind Lin Faang, had witnessed everything that happened in front of him. He also looked at the scene with an expression of disbelief.
He knew that Lin Faang had used all his strength. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he had used all his strength.
According to Lin Quan's thoughts, Lin Faang's sword should have pierced into Lin Yaoyang's body. It wouldn't matter even if Lin Yaoyang was killed.
Lin Quan had already thought of an excuse to protect Lin Faang, but what happened seemed to be completely different from what he had imagined.
The patriarch who was sitting in the front seat had the same surprised expression, and the same puzzled expression could be seen on his face.
However, what the patriarch didn't understand wasn't why Lin Faang didn't use the Spiritual Force Weapon to kill Lin Yaoyang with a single strike.
What he was curious about was that Lin Yaoyang was clearly a cripple now, and he couldn't sense any Qi from his body. But why was it that Lin Yaoyang was struck by Level 9 Warrior's full strength? Furthermore, it was the attack of the Spiritual Force Weapon.
He just stood there without moving, and didn't even move to retreat. It was as if nothing had happened just now.
Even the Patriarch himself felt that it was impossible for him to remain motionless under the attack of the Spiritual Force Weapon.
However, the Lin Yaoyang in front of him had indeed done it. It was as if... he hadn't eaten any medicine this week.
Normally, no one could bully him. Didn't he look so weak that he couldn't even stand the wind? Why? The plot seemed to be a little different. Could it be... that this kid's strength has recovered?
A trace of divine light flashed in the Patriarch's eyes... However, after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. This Lin Yaoyang had only gone out for three days.
How could he return to his normal state in three days? That was a little too scary.
Besides, how could he recover his strength? It was said that he had been chased and beaten by Lin Faang three days ago.
How could it be so fast? The plot had completely reversed. This was something that the patriarch couldn't accept at all. It was a little too strange.
A thick ball of fury was stuck in Lin Faang's chest. Initially, he thought that he would be able to kill Lin Yaoyang with this strike.
Lin Faang didn't even care about holding back because killing Lin Yaoyang meant too much to him.
However, the current result was something that Lin Faang couldn't accept. For a moment, Lin Faang's expression became a little dazed as he looked at Lin Yaoyang with fear in his eyes.
Suddenly, he shouted at Lin Yaoyang, "Lin Yaoyang! You are playing tricks! Speak! What kind of demonic technique did you use! How could this be!?"
A cold smile flashed across Lin Yaoyang's face. This Lin Faang was really a complete piece of trash. He actually said something as ridiculous as using a demonic technique. He was a complete retard.
At this moment, the Spiritual Force Weapon that had been glowing with a cold light in Lin Faang's hand suddenly dimmed.
The cold air gradually dissipated. The Sword Blade no longer flickered with a snow-white glow. It slowly revealed its original Sword Blade.
It looked just like an ordinary treasured sword. It did not release a bit of Qi.