Spiritual Resurrection: I Awakened a Divine Martial Spirit

"Bang!"

"Swish--"

The dull sound of sticks hitting and metal friction sounded at the same time. The long stick in Yushan's hand hit Jinfeng fiercely, and the long spear in Jinfeng's hand also pierced Yushan's armor.

Blood spurted out from both of their mouths at the same time. Both Yushan and Jinfeng retreated dozens of feet, and their faces immediately turned pale.

Obviously, neither of them took advantage of this collision.

Yushan felt that his internal organs were torn apart. Although he was protected by the Xuanhuang Wuque Armor and was not pierced through his body, the power contained in the spear still penetrated his armor and injured his internal organs.

However, Jinfeng on the opposite side was also in pain. At this moment, he was holding the long spear with one arm, and the other arm was hanging down motionlessly, obviously because it was temporarily disabled by the collision just now.

"What a strong defense, he can withstand my shot!"

Looking at Yushan, who didn't seem to have any injuries, a trace of fear slowly emerged from the depths of Jinfeng's eyes.

He thought that the power of the shot just now was enough to kill any low-level king, but he didn't expect that not only did he fail to kill the burly young man in front of him, but he didn't even pierce his armor.

This was obviously unacceptable to him.

Not only that, Jinfeng's entire shoulder and left arm were temporarily disabled after he withstood the stick, and if he hadn't turned his body sideways at that time, the stick would most likely have fallen on his head.

"You deserve to die!"

Looking at Yushan, who didn't seem to have any injuries but was pale, a trace of cruelty flashed in Jinfeng's eyes.

He quickly took out a pill from the storage ring and swallowed it. The powerful recovery ability of the king's body allowed him to rush towards Yushan again with a spear in hand.

Seeing this, Yushan subconsciously prepared to pick up the long stick to fight back, but because his internal organs had been injured, Yushan couldn't help but spit out blood again when he picked up the long stick.

It was not until this moment that he realized how big the gap was between him and the real king-level genius. Compared with Jinfeng of Xuanjin Temple, those kings of ordinary Wuhun University were really ridiculous.

Even though he didn't get pierced through the body with the Xuanhuang Wuque armor, the powerful force of the spear still penetrated the armor and injured Yushan's internal organs, making him temporarily lose his combat effectiveness.

"Yushan, be careful!"

Seeing that Jinfeng's spear was about to pierce Yushan, An Yilan, who was standing behind Yushan, couldn't help but exclaimed. She rushed towards Yushan at an incredible speed and blocked his body tightly.

"You dare!"

An angry roar came from Lei Xuan's mouth, and he raised the long knife in his hand and went straight to the tip of the golden spear.

There was a slight sound of "ding", and the long sword in Lei Xuan's hand was instantly deflected by the golden spear, but the spear remained stable and stabbed directly at Lei Xuan's chest.

The tip of the golden spear spewed out a terrifying golden spear light. Less than one meter away, Lei Xuan was watching the tip of the spear approaching.

At such a close distance, no one could escape the attack range of this spear, not to mention that the opponent was a king, and Lei Xuan was just a Zunwu realm who barely condensed the fighting spirit.

Am I going to die here? It's so embarrassing to die in the hands of a temple warrior...

A sigh came from the depths of Lei Xuan's heart. He calmly looked at the tip of the spear that was about to pierce his chest and raised the long sword in his hand again.

As a student of the Tiandao Holy Academy and a member of the Tiandao team, Lei Xuan's talent may not be as high as others, and his luck is not as abnormal as others, but his martial arts will is incomparably firm.

Facing this shot, Lei Xuan knew very well that he would die, but what he was thinking at the moment was that he had to stab Jin Feng no matter what, otherwise it would be too much of a loss.

Knowing that he could not change the result of death, Lei Xuan did not want to give up no matter what.

As a small figure, he was like Lu Qingchen, and the fierceness was always hidden in his bones, and it would only be truly revealed in the most dangerous environment.

Even if he died, he had to cut off a piece of the enemy's flesh.

The golden spear stabbed Lei Xuan's chest with unparalleled power. At the same time, Lei Xuan let out a final roar and raised the long sword in his hand high.

"Die!!!"

The deafening roar resounded through the world. Facing this fatal shot, Lei Xuan's face showed a fierce look, and the long sword flashing with lightning chopped down Jin Feng fiercely with the courage to perish together.

"No——"

"Senior Lei!"

The almost desperate cry came from the mouths of the people in the Tiandao Holy Academy. Liu Yan's sword and Lu Qingxue's Ice Spirit Staff crossed the void at a very fast speed, but they were still a step slower.

"You! Deserve! Death!"

Just when the tip of the spear reached Lei Xuan's chest, just when everyone thought Lei Xuan was going to die, a voice containing extreme anger suddenly came from all directions.

That was Lu Qingchen's voice. At the moment when Lei Xuan's spear tip was about to pierce Lei Xuan's chest, he came with a golden ancient mirror on his head and endless purple air under his feet.

In an instant, this space suddenly became extremely sticky, and an invisible pressure fell on everyone at the same time, as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs.

The golden spear that was about to pierce Lei Xuan's chest was no exception. Under Lu Qingchen's strange footwork, the tip of the spear with golden electric light was like being imprisoned.

A series of purple runes condensed into a huge phantom of a mythical beast behind Lu Qingchen. A cold light appeared in Lu Qingchen's eyes, and a fist mixed with purple rays of light rushed forward.

Chapter 401 Qilin Fist! Shock

The golden spear tip still stagnated under Lu Qingchen's suppression, and it was not just the spear, but also the person holding the spear.

Jin Feng could only watch the fist print mixed with purple rays of light rushing towards him, and a huge fear suddenly rose in the deepest part of his heart.

Because he recognized the terrifying purple beast shadow behind Lu Qingchen. Even if he looked at the entire primitive continent, that creature was an invincible existence!

"Roar!"

The low roar shook the whole world, and as Lu Qingchen made a fist print, the mysterious purple beast shadow behind him suddenly merged with him.

Lu Qingchen stepped on the strange step technique, activated the Qilin treasure technique, and his whole body was dazzling purple. At the moment when the golden spear was about to break free from the imprisonment, he punched Jin Feng fiercely.

Everyone only heard a loud "bang" sound, and Lu Qingchen's Qilin fist broke everything, and the surging purple air rushed towards Jin Feng like a sea tide.

Under the horrified gaze of countless people, Jin Feng's entire chest collapsed in an instant under this punch. Lu Qingchen's other palm chopped across his right arm, hitting the golden spear and shaking it continuously.

"Tear——"

A sound of flesh and blood being torn came from Lei Xuan. As a result of Lu Qingchen's palm, the golden spear tip shifted and did not pierce Lei Xuan's chest in the end, but tore his shoulder.

But at this moment, Lei Xuan, whose shoulder was torn, did not have any pain on his face. On the contrary, a touch of extreme excitement and madness appeared in the depths of his eyes.

The long sword flashing with a faint lightning light drew a perfect arc in the void. Under Jin Feng's desperate eyes, the long sword in Lei Xuan's hand chopped directly on his forehead.

With a light "bang", Jin Feng's head was shattered like a watermelon, and the red and white brains splashed everywhere, and the golden spear in his hand fell with it.

Countless people stood there and stared at this scene blankly, especially the remaining nine members of Xuanjin Temple. At the moment when Jin Feng's head shattered, there was only endless fear in their eyes.

Why, the captain was obviously in an advantageous position just now, how could he die in the blink of an eye, and who was the white-haired boy who suddenly appeared?

Doubts arose in the minds of the remaining nine members of Xuanjin Temple. After witnessing Jin Feng's death with their own eyes, the nine members were all dumbfounded for a while.

In front of these nine members, the white-haired young man, the murderer who killed Jin Feng, looked at them coldly, and then turned and left directly.

Only Lei Xuan, holding a long sword, was still standing there in a daze. He glanced at the long sword in his hand that was still dripping with blood, and then looked at the ground stained red by the red and white things, with a blank expression.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..."

A second later, Lei Xuan, holding a long sword, suddenly laughed out loud. He laughed so happily, and there was no fear on his face like a person who had survived a disaster.

"Sister, I leave this to you."

When Lu Qingchen turned around and left, he suddenly whispered this sentence in Lu Qingxue's ear when he passed by her.

After saying this, Lu Qingchen did not intend to explain anything, but walked directly towards the mountain behind him without looking back.

A touch of extremely rich deep blue spiritual power instantly bloomed from the ice bead on the top of the Ice Spirit Wand. Lu Qingxue, holding the Ice Spirit Wand, chanted a spell, and the space in front of her became cold in an instant.

Sharp ice spikes emerged from under the feet of the nine members of the Xuanjin Temple. With the appearance of the ice spikes, the nine warriors felt their entire bodies stiffen.

Before they could react, Lu Qingxue's figure had already flown out, her azure dress fluttering in the wind, and the Ice Spirit Staff in her hand tapped the foreheads of the nine members of the Xuanjin Temple.

With the knocking of the Ice Spirit Staff, the nine people who were originally frozen into ice sculptures all made a crisp "click" sound, and then exploded with a "bang" in front of countless people.

Countless ice crystal fragments fluttered, and in a flash, it seemed as if a heavy snow had fallen where Lu Qingxue was. She walked in the snow, her expression was terrifyingly indifferent.

"Yilan, you help Yushan to the top of the mountain to rest, Xuanxuan, Qianjue and Qingqing clean up the battlefield, Leixuan, you go and disperse that group of people."

Returning to the original position, Lu Qingxue looked a little cold. She gave orders to the Tiandao team in an orderly manner, and then directly pulled Liu Yan and turned away.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to die? Get out of here!"

After Lu Qingxue and the others disappeared, Lei Xuan used his eyes to signal Leng Xuanxuan and the other two to clean up the battlefield, and he shouted at the group of people from the ordinary martial arts university.

Lei Xuan's shouting was like thunder in the ears of these warriors. The captains who led the team could not help but step back subconsciously, with fear on their faces.

They saw the scene just now clearly. The golden peak with a golden spirit body and a cultivation level of the king, and who was from the temple, was almost completely crushed after the white-haired boy appeared.

Whether it was the strange footwork or the terrifying fist style, they all made them feel a strong sense of suffocation.

They had no doubt that once that footwork or that purple fist mark landed on them, their fate would definitely not be much better than Jin Feng's.

"Go, go!"

"That white-haired boy is so scary, I feel like I haven't recovered yet..."

"Recover? When you recover, your head will be gone!"

"Hey, wait, don't drag me, I can walk by myself..."

Amid countless noisy arguments and discussions, the group of warriors consisting of ten teams retreated like a tide.

Lei Xuan stood there, staring at them coldly until the figures of the group gradually disappeared from his eyes.

"Senior Lei, the battlefield has been cleaned up, now we..."

"Follow me!"

Before Leng Xuanxuan finished her words, Lei Xuan waved his hand to interrupt her next words.

Without any hesitation, Lei Xuan turned around and left. He ran towards the mountainside, and Leng Xuanxuan and the other two followed closely behind him.

Ten seconds later, Lei Xuan and his group rushed to the mountainside. In the middle of the mountainside, there were corpses of half-step kings and even king-level warriors.

"These corpses are from the Earth Temple?!"

Looking at this group of warriors wearing dark yellow brocade robes who had just died, an incredible exclamation came from Leng Xuanxuan's mouth.

Chapter 402 The Earth Temple Team was destroyed

Yes, the dark yellow brocade robes worn by these seven or eight dead warriors were exactly the symbol of the Earth Temple, one of the eight holy temples in the Tianzu domain.

No one knew why this group of warriors from the Earth Temple were lying dead here. Lei Xuan frowned and looked at these corpses, while Leng Xuanxuan and the other two covered their mouths, a little bit unbelievable.

Who could believe that in less than an hour, the teams of Xuanjin Temple and Earth Temple would all fall on this towering mountain.