Supreme Martial God Technique

If he wanted to use the Earth Dragon Martial Soul, it was not the right time. Even if he used the Earth Dragon Martial Soul now, he could only defeat a Tianwu Level 2 cultivator at most.

He was still far from defeating Du Fenglin.

In addition to these things, Wu Yun had a bunch of useless spiritual weapons on him.

The most powerful one was the Qiankun Seal that he had taken from Hua Xingchen. This thing could play a role.

But it was not the time to expose the Qiankun Seal.

Once it was exposed, wouldn't it just give Wanshengmen a reason to send troops to attack?

The reason why Wanshengmen didn't dare to attack him now was partly because of Ling Yuanwu, and partly because there was no evidence.

Once they got the evidence, Ling Yuanwu wouldn't be able to say much.

Just as he was thinking, he saw Du Fenglin punching again.

This time, he was no longer bare-handed, and his hands were full of violent energy fluctuations.

It was the Ping Ning Sect's magic martial arts, the Tongtian Shattering Spirit Fist.

This punch was so fierce that the air was sizzling.

The crowd was in uproar. They were shocked by the fierceness of Du Fenglin's martial arts, and they were also worried about whether Wu Yun could withstand it.

At this moment, Wu Yun was in the corner of the stone platform, and it was impossible to hide.

If he retreated further, he would have left the stone platform. Once he left the stone platform, it would prove that he had lost.

It was not time to admit defeat yet.

He had to resist, but Wu Yun had no confidence that he could withstand such a fierce move.

The situation was serious and urgent. Du Fenglin's Soul-Breaking Fist was about to hit him.

There was no way to avoid it, so Wu Yun directly used the Purple Extreme Heavenly Sound Hand.

Boom!

The Purple Extreme Heavenly Sound Hand and the Sky-Breaking Soul-Breaking Fist collided.

A huge wave of energy spread out.

The ninth-level cultivator of Earth Martial Arts and the third-level cultivator of Heaven Martial Arts exchanged punches.

It was a matter of no suspense, and it was indeed the case.

At the moment when the two fists touched, Wu Yun felt that the protective aura created by the Purple Extreme Heavenly Sound Hand instantly disintegrated.

Immediately afterwards, that terrifying energy rushed directly into his body.

Although the golden silkworm armor blocked part of it, most of the spiritual energy still broke into his body.

Wu Yun only felt that his center of gravity shifted instantly, and he felt a sharp pain in his body, and the whole person flew backwards.

His body was no longer under control, and it seemed that he was about to fly off the stone platform.

"Did I lose?"

Wu Yun looked at his body flying backwards rapidly, but he couldn't control it at all. His internal organs had been damaged by the impact of Du Fenglin's soul-breaking fist.

"Did I lose? Wu Yun lost."

Off the court, everyone couldn't help but feel sad.

Although it was expected, it was still a bit painful to witness this moment with my own eyes.

In terms of cultivation, Wu Yun was still a little bit behind.

In the air, Wu Yun had already flown outside the stone platform. Although he hadn't landed yet, as long as he landed, he would have announced his failure.

At this moment, Du Fenglin yelled, "Want to lose so easily? Dream on."

After he finished speaking, he leaped up and flew away from the stone platform. With one hand and one claw, he grabbed Wu Yun's collar.

He took a step in the air, turned around, and threw him hard.

He threw Wu Yun back to the stone platform again.

With a bang.

Wu Yun hit the stone platform heavily, and the broken stones flew and the dust filled the sky.

This time, Wu Yun was seriously injured. Without any defense, he was hit by Du Fenglin with all his strength, and more than a dozen bones were broken.

Although the Supreme Martial God Jue appeared to protect the master at the first time, he was too seriously injured and it was useless.

"Wu Yun, get up quickly."

Below the stage, everyone shouted loudly.

Li Yanran, Bai Ling and others were already in tears.

On the stage, Du Fenglin jumped ten feet high, with an evil smile on his gloomy face.

"Hmph, dare to offend me, Du Fenglin, I want you dead."

Flying down, punching.

Wu Yun, with broken bones all over his body, could only watch, he could do nothing.

Although he tried his best to dodge, even if he moved slightly, the broken bones immediately sent waves of severe pain.

"Get up, get out of the way, Wu Yun."

The crowd below the stage shouted, but it was in vain.

Li Yanran had tears in her eyes and wanted to fly onto the stage to save Wu Yun.

But she was stopped by the people of Ping Ningzong as soon as she moved.

"What are you doing? The fight is not over yet, no one is allowed to go on stage."

Bang!

Another punch, even the stone platform was blasted into a hole.

Wu Yun had already fallen into the hole.

His injuries were even more serious. If there was no miracle, he might die here.

"Is he dead? He must be dead."

As the punch ended, the shouts of the crowd gradually disappeared.

Being attacked by a person who is much stronger than you, and being defenseless, it is hard not to die.

Du Fenglin flew back to the side of the pit, looking at Wu Yun, who was bleeding and dying, with a sneer on his face.

"I am the number one in the South Continent, you, can't be."

At this moment, Du Fenglin was extremely confident, and all the lost dignity was finally found.

In the pit, Wu Yun's consciousness was blurred, and he could vaguely hear the sounds coming from outside the field.

There were insults, shouts, regrets, and crying.

"Am I going to die? I, Wu Yun, will die like this? Die in Du Fenglin's hands?"

In the blur, Wu Yun kept asking himself.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he was helpless in the end. He was injured too badly, his bones were broken, and his internal organs were seriously damaged.

His consciousness was getting more and more blurred.

Outside, Du Fenglin's wild laughter came, "Go to hell."

Through the blurred vision, Wu Yun saw Du Fenglin swinging his iron fists at him again.

"Asshole."

Wu Yun was extremely unwilling, but it was useless. If he was hit again, even the gods would be unable to save him.

Seeing that Du Fenglin's fist was about to hit him.

Suddenly, he felt that the spiritual energy in his body was twisting rapidly, and the shadow of the martial god suddenly appeared.

Bang!

Without Wu Yun making any movement, the shadow of the martial god appeared on its own and directly blocked Du Fenglin.

Then a strong breath swept over.

Wu Yun's consciousness was instantly cleared. At the same time, he felt that a mysterious energy suddenly appeared and was rapidly

repairing his damaged meridians and bones.

Outside, a golden light burst out from the hole in the stone platform, which was particularly dazzling.

Du Fenglin could feel the terrifying aura in the golden light.

After a brief contact, he was shocked by the recoil force, which made his blood and qi in his body churn, and he dared not move forward easily.

The crowd off the field was also stunned.

"What's going on? Why did the golden light suddenly appear?"

Not only them, even the three deputy sect masters and the two deputy deans of Dancheng College didn't know why. Even they couldn't explain the sudden golden light.

In the pit, Wu Yun closed his eyes tightly. He could clearly feel that under the baptism of this golden light, the damaged internal organs and broken bones in his body were recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wu Yun felt it for a moment, and suddenly found that his cultivation, which had stayed at the peak of the ninth level of the earth martial realm for more than four months, suddenly broke through at this moment.

His eyes suddenly opened, and a brilliant light flashed.

The Supreme Martial God Technique