The master goes down the mountain, I have nine invincible masters!

"Ye Junlin is injured!"

Seeing this scene, the many disciples who were watching the battle were all shocked.

When two equally matched parties fight, the side that gets hurt first will have almost no chance of turning the tables!

Because the other side will definitely suppress you!

What's more, Ye Junlin was already at a disadvantage in this battle, and his realm was not as good as that of the opponent.

Lost!

"ended."

"Yes, a stunning genius is about to disappear from this world."

"Fighting two levels higher is always more difficult than climbing to the sky!"

"Ye Junlin, in the end, still failed to create a miracle."

Looking at the two people on the stage, everyone sighed. For some reason, they actually hoped that Ye Junlin could win.

Perhaps, it was because Ye Junlin’s performance was too shocking to their hearts.

I always feel that I can still create miracles.

But, there are few miracles in the world after all.

"You must win!"

Song Qingwan couldn't help but clench her fists, and her body trembled slightly due to nervousness.

"Ugh……"

Unlike her, Song Wentian let out a somewhat lonely sigh.

There's no chance of winning.

Song Wentian was very clear about the effects of the Soul-Snatching Powder.

No one in the Domain Spirit Realm can resist!

Ye Junlin...

It will eventually fall.

"Master, I think it's unfair that my son won this time."

At the same time, the third elder pretended to be indignant and even beat his chest and stamped his feet.

"Third Elder, please don't be like this. This may just be inevitable."

The great elder chuckled, looking like a goody-goody, trying to smooth things over.

Song Wentian looked at the two of them deeply and gritted his teeth: "The battle is not over yet. It is too early to draw a conclusion so early!"

"Does Sect Master think that Ye Junlin still has a chance to turn the tables?"

At this time, the voice of the fifth elder also sounded, and the ferocity in his eyes was not concealed at this moment.

His face was almost ferocious: "I wish Ye Junlin would be tortured to death!"

On the fighting stage.

"Damn, what is this?"

Ye Junlin's face was gloomy, and he felt the pain in his palm became more and more intense and spread upwards.

Soon, the whole arm was in so much pain that it almost broke!

His body couldn't help but tremble.

"Ye Junlin, I told you, today is the day you die!"

Yang Feng held a spear in his hand, with a ferocious smile on his face: "So many people died, you should pay the price for this!"

Swish!

His spear stabbed at Ye Junlin again, like a silver snake spitting out its tongue.

"Grass!"

Ye Junlin cursed in his heart, but did not dare to be careless. His right hand was in pain and weak, so he had to hold the sword in his left hand, cross it in front of himself, and resist with all his strength.

Ding!

The spear pierced the Sky Burial Sword, and the fierce force almost penetrated his entire body.

Whoosh!

Ye Junlin suddenly flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground with an expression of great pain.

And the most important thing is that a black aura was also spreading from his left hand!

"hateful!"

Ye Junlin gritted his teeth. Now both of his arms had been corroded.

"This black aura seems to be poison. I have to deal with it as soon as possible!"

Fortunately, Ye Junlin was also an alchemist and was familiar with it, so he quickly knew what this thing was.

As for poison, the most effective thing is naturally fire!

The simplest truth: high temperature sterilization!

"Fire, the meaning of origin!"

At this moment, Ye Junlin's mind moved, and a hot breath filled his body and flowed into his arms.

chi chi chi...

In an instant, Ye Junlin felt that the pain in his arm had weakened a lot.

But, it cannot be completely weakened!

After all, it is only the meaning of origin, not the real power of origin!

"Add more fuel to the fire!"

Ye Junlin thought secretly, and the Yin-Yang Heavenly Fire slowly mobilized and poured into his arms.

chi chi chi...

Suddenly, the poison that spread within the arm began to dissipate as if it had encountered its nemesis.

And all this happens inside the body, without any changes on the outside.

Even Ye Junlin's body was covered with sweat.

That's caused by burning inside the body!

But in the eyes of outsiders, this is a sign that one can no longer hold on!

"Hahaha……!"

Yang Feng immediately raised his head and laughed arrogantly: "Ye Junlin, where is your previous prestige?!"

Ye Junlin gritted his teeth, stared at Yang Feng, and said nothing.

"You're going to kill me, so move!"

Yang Feng smiled grimly, holding a spear, and walked towards Ye Junlin step by step.

There is a strong sense of oppression on him!

"hurry up……"

Ye Junlin was anxious and frantically urged the flames to burn away the poison, while his hand had already tightly grasped the Heaven Burial Sword.

"Despair? That's right!"

Yang Feng had come in front of Ye Junlin, raised the spear with his backhand, and pointed the tip of the spear at Ye Junlin's head.

"This shot will go through your head!"

He threw his arm with force, and the spear stabbed into his head like a javelin.

"Then I'll take your head first!"

At the same time, a cold light flashed in Ye Junlin's eyes.

The next moment, he moved!

Swish!

It was so fast that only a trace of afterimage remained, and it instantly approached Yang Feng and just avoided the spear.

"how come?!"

Yang Feng's pupils shrank. He never thought that Ye Junlin still had the ability to fight.

How could he know that Ye Junlin had recovered!

Swish!

A flash of cold light instantly flashed across Yang Feng's neck, instantly making him stunned on the spot.

The eyes became empty!

"You didn't even force me to reveal my trump card."

At this time, Ye Junlin spoke softly in Yang Feng's ear, making sure no one else could hear.

But Yang Feng could no longer hear it.

Pfft!

His head rolled off his neck, fell to the ground, and rolled several times.

Finally, those eyes were still staring straight at the position of the third elder below the stage.

Ye Junlin wins!

"this……!!"

At this moment, many disciples at the scene were dumbfounded with their eyes wide open.

Incredible!

Under absolute adversity, Ye Junlin actually turned the defeat around!

"How strong is his real fighting ability?"

"I actually...won!"

"He jumped two levels and won. This is a miracle!"

"What a terrifying guy, doesn't he have any limits?!"

Shocked, shocked!

Can't be added!

Many disciples even felt that it had become difficult for them to breathe. It was unbelievable!

"Phew... I won."

Song Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief. Before she knew it, her clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

It was so thrilling just now that she even broke out in a cold sweat for Ye Junlin.

Fortunately, we won in the end!

"I never thought that he could turn the tables. What a brilliant genius!"

Song Wentian couldn't help but be surprised. This battle was full of twists and turns, and he didn't even feel there was hope.

But, Ye Junlin gave him a big surprise!

I don’t know what expression the third elder would have at this moment?

Thinking about it, Song Wentian looked over there.

Then he saw that the Third Elder was completely stunned, staring blankly at the eyes on Yang Feng's head.

As if I saw my son’s question——

Father, why is the Soul-Snatching Powder ineffective?

In an instant, anger surged in the Third Elder's heart, his eyes turned red, and he let out a deafening roar.

"Boy, I want your life!"