God Destroying Pearl

Song Yun and Wang Jiuling exchanged glances. They knew that there was no possibility of a peaceful solution and they had to prepare for a fight.

Song Yun's spiritual sense was like a dense net, taking in the surrounding situation.

He noticed that Lin Jianxiao of the Divine Sword Sect had reached the late stage of foundation building, while among the other five disciples, two were in the middle stage of foundation building, and the remaining three were in the early stage of foundation building.

In this case, choosing a disciple with a lower level of cultivation in the early stage of foundation building as a breakthrough point is undoubtedly the wisest choice.

Song Yun's gaze swept quickly through the encirclement, and finally stopped on a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building who had a mole on his face.

This cultivator has the lowest cultivation aura among the five and is obviously the best choice to break out.

Song Yun had a plan in mind. He glanced at Wang Jiuling covertly, sending an almost imperceptible eye signal.

Wang Jiuling noticed Song Yun's gaze and blinked slightly, which was a tacit response, indicating that he had received Song Yun's message.

The corners of Song Yun's mouth rose slightly, he knew that Wang Jiuling had understood his intentions.

In such a tense situation, any unnecessary movement might arouse the other party's vigilance, but the communication between Song Yun and Wang Jiuling was as smooth as flowing water, natural and unnoticeable.

Song Yun had already begun to silently calculate the timing and angle of the attack.

Wang Jiuling began to secretly adjust his spiritual power, ready to launch an attack at any time.

Lin Jianxiao began to count: "One..."

The atmosphere became more tense, and Song Yun and Wang Jiuling's nerves were stretched to the extreme.

"Two..." Lin Jianxiao's voice revealed unquestionable determination.

Just when Lin Jianxiao was about to count to three, Song Yun and Wang Jiuling moved almost at the same time.

They knew that instead of passively taking a beating, it was better to take the initiative and perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope.

The two of them almost simultaneously launched attacks on the Divine Sword Sect disciple who was in the early stage of foundation building on the side.

Wang Jiuling used the Flowing Gold Technique, which he was good at.

His spirit sword drew golden tracks in the air, like golden streams weaving through the air, and attacked directly towards the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building with a mole on his face.

The golden sword light was dazzling and carried a fierce aura that made people dare not look directly at it.

Song Yun used his space replacement method to instantly move the spirit sword to the side of the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

His spirit sword approached the target silently like a ghost.

Under Song Yun's control, the spirit sword condensed all his spiritual power and pierced the disciple's vital point with lightning speed.

The cultivator in the early stage of foundation building faced the sudden attack and a look of horror appeared on his face.

He tried to dodge, but Wang Jiuling's Flowing Gold Technique and Song Yun's Space-Displacement Spirit Sword attack were too fast, and he had no time to react.

In a flash, the disciple was hit by Song Yun's magic sword, fell to the ground instantly, and lost his life.

Song Yun and Wang Jiuling did not waste time observing the results of the battle. They knew that every second was crucial now.

After successfully killing the disciple, they immediately took advantage of the enemy's momentary confusion, broke through the encirclement, and quickly ran forward.

Lin Jianxiao and other disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were stunned by this sudden change, but they quickly came to their senses.

Lin Jianxiao witnessed a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect being killed by Song Yun and Wang Jiuling. His face instantly turned gloomy and he was filled with anger.

He roared: "You're looking for death, kill me!"

The sound echoed outside the cave, making the air seem to tremble.

As Lin Jianxiao roared, a gray spirit sword quickly flew out of his storage bag.

The magic sword drew a graceful arc in the air and fell accurately into his hands.

Lin Jianxiao gripped the magic sword tightly, his momentum burst out instantly, and his figure was like a gray lightning, chasing forward quickly.

The remaining four disciples of the Divine Sword Sect also recovered from their brief shock. They followed Lin Jianxiao and chased after Song Yun and Wang Jiuling.

Song Yun and Wang Jiuling felt the strong murderous aura and spiritual power fluctuations coming from behind them. They knew that Lin Jianxiao and the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect had caught up with them.

The two did not look back, but increased their speed to the maximum, trying their best to increase the distance between them and the pursuers.

As a cultivator in the late foundation building stage, Lin Jianxiao's speed far exceeded that of Song Yun and Wang Jiuling, and he quickly approached them.

There was a cold light flashing in his eyes as he looked at the two people not far ahead, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

During the pursuit, Lin Jianxiao quickly took out a primary high-grade talisman - the Wooden Spirit Stake - from his storage bag.

This talisman contains powerful wood power and can instantly summon solid wooden stakes for blocking or attacking.

Lin Jianxiao did not hesitate at all and immediately injected his spiritual power into the wooden spirit stake talisman.

With the infusion of spiritual power, the talisman emitted an emerald green light, appearing extremely mysterious.

Then, he threw the talisman to Song Yun and Wang Jiuling in front of him.

The talisman quickly drew an arc in the air and landed accurately in front of Song Yun and Wang Jiuling.

With a dull roar, the talisman was triggered, and a powerful natural force surged out from the ground.

In an instant, a row of thick wooden stakes rose from the ground, like an insurmountable barrier, blocking the way of Song Yun and Wang Jiuling.

Song Yun and Wang Jiuling stopped in an emergency. Their hearts sank when they faced this sudden wooden stake formation.

Not only were these stakes as hard as iron, but they were also so tightly packed that there was hardly any space for anyone to pass through.

At the moment when Song Yun and Wang Jiuling were stunned by the sudden appearance of the wooden spirit stake, Lin Jianxiao seized the opportunity, accelerated and stood several dozen meters behind the two.

His eyes were as sharp as a sword, fixed tightly on the masked Wang Jiuling.

There was some doubt in Lin Jianxiao's voice. He said to Wang Jiuling, "You know the Flowing Gold Technique. Are you Wang Jiuling from Dan Pavilion?"

His tone revealed his speculation about Wang Jiuling's identity.

Song Yun responded quickly: "The Wang Jiuling you are looking for is not here. You have recognized the wrong person."

He tried to deny Lin Jianxiao's guess, hoping to protect Wang Jiuling's identity from being exposed.

However, Lin Jianxiao snorted lightly, showing that he was not convinced. He said provocatively, "Really? Do you dare to ask him to take off his mask?"

Song Yun and Wang Jiuling did not move, because they knew that once the mask was taken off, Wang Jiuling's identity would be completely exposed.

When Lin Jianxiao saw that the two did not move, he became more certain that his guess was correct.

He sneered and said, "It seems that I guessed right."

Song Yun realized that Wang Jiuling's identity had been exposed. Faced with Lin Jianxiao's tough attitude, it seemed that he had no choice but to get rid of Lin Jianxiao.

He was quickly thinking of a countermeasure in his mind.

Wang Jiuling said softly to Song Yun: "Brother Song, I know that your ability to teleport is powerful. Why don't you just ignore me and leave on your own."