Chapter 136: Capture the Bandits by Capturing the King

Yama Hall disciples were adept at manipulating Corpse Puppets in battle.

Once they made a move, it was a two-on-one situation.

Sometimes, the Corpse Puppet was even more formidable than its master.

Zhang Wusheng was the chief disciple of the Yama Hall, so his Corpse Puppet was naturally even more powerful.

Facing the Corpse Puppet's fatal blow at this moment, Lin Ya retreated at extreme speed.

"This thing, so hard?" Lin Ya felt a chill in his heart.

He had been careless after all; if he didn't deal with this thing carefully, he might really lose his life here.

At the moment of life and death, a sword intent erupted from within Lin Ya, a sharp sword intent that shot straight into the clouds.

"Sword, come!"

Lin Ya shouted loudly, and the iron sword in the distance seemed to be summoned; all the rust on the sword body fell off, flowing with a faint sword light.

With a "whoosh," the iron sword pointed straight at that fierce Corpse Puppet.

Sword light like a dragon, sword shadows intersecting, actually forcing the Corpse Puppet to pause slightly.

Green ghostly light flickered in its hollow eyes, as if there was a trace of confusion.

Lin Ya took the opportunity to move, stepped forward quickly to grasp the iron sword, and swung it fiercely.

A brilliant sword Qi tore through the sky and slashed heavily onto the Corpse Puppet's body.

"This time it should break your defense, right?" Lin Ya roared.

He had used ten percent of his strength; if this couldn't hurt the Corpse Puppet, then he didn't need to fight anymore.

With a loud bang, the Corpse Puppet was actually slashed back several steps by this sword, and a deep sword mark was left on its body.

But a Corpse Puppet is a Corpse Puppet; it had no intelligence and no sense of pain.

Even though a wound was left on its body, it had no reaction at all, and its footsteps continued to move forward.

A flash of surprise crossed Zhang Wusheng's eyes.

He hadn't expected Lin Ya to be able to block the Corpse Puppet's attack, or even injure the Corpse Puppet he had painstakingly refined.

Lin Ya clearly only had the cultivation of the Kaimai Realm Eighth Layer, yet he could unleash such a terrifying sword; if it had slashed him, Zhang Wusheng would have been in trouble.

Lin Ya was currently handling it with ease.

This made Zhang Wusheng look at him with new eyes.

"Hmph! Interesting!"

Zhang Wusheng snorted coldly, his face still as pale as paper, but a cold, sinister look floated in his eyes.

"Still moving?"

Seeing that the Corpse Puppet hadn't been heavily damaged and still possessed combat power, Lin Ya's heart sank.

How was he supposed to fight this?

This Corpse Puppet's cultivation couldn't be seen, and it didn't know fatigue or pain; unless it was completely destroyed, there was no way to do anything to it.

Just then, Zhang Wusheng quickly pinched seals with both hands, muttering words.

The Corpse Puppet rushed over again, even more swiftly.

Its speed was faster than before, and it threw a punch, the moves very intimidating.

In its hollow eyes, green light flickered, as if it were choosing someone to devour.

Lin Ya's eyes darkened; he couldn't deal with this thing, but he could deal with the person controlling it!

Now was not the time for carelessness; Dragon Island's Life-and-Death stage meant fighting the moment you met.

If he didn't deal with Zhang Wusheng, he would likely die here today.

He took a deep breath, his Sword Heart bloomed, and his sword intent was pushed to the limit.

"Come on!"

Lin Ya shouted, and his whole body rushed out like an arrow from a bow.

The iron sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, nimbly dodging the Corpse Puppet like a swimming snake, then went straight for Zhang Wusheng's vitals.

"Smart." Outside Dragon Island, seeing this scene, Lin Feng couldn't help but curl his mouth.

Dealing with these people from the Yama Hall, prioritizing the Corpse Puppet was just being stupid.

It was just a dead object, at best a weapon in the user's hand.

In a life-and-death battle, would one prioritize destroying the opponent's weapon?

At this moment, Hun Tongyou of the Yama Hall had an expressionless face, quietly observing the water ripple mirror; he wasn't worried about Zhang Wusheng.

If Zhang Wusheng couldn't even handle Lin Ya, then among the juniors of the entire Yama Hall, no one would be able to deal with Lin Ya.

Sure enough, on Dragon Island, Zhang Wusheng, facing Lin Ya's swift sword move, wasn't panicked; he was even faintly expectant.

A cold sneer curled his mouth as he faced Lin Ya's sharp sword move.

"Stupid!"

Zhang Wusheng sneered and instantly raised his arm, which looked as thin as firewood.

It was covered in mysterious black array patterns; with a surge of Spirit Qi, Zhang Wusheng actually dared to reach out and grab Lin Ya's iron sword.

With a "clang," the sound of metal colliding rang out.

This harsh sound formed a sound wave, spreading rapidly in all directions.

"Your sword technique is not bad, but unfortunately, this sword is a bit lacking," Zhang Wusheng said contemptuously.

A mere iron sword was not enough to pose a threat to him.

At this moment, he lightly flicked the iron sword away, and then the Corpse Puppet appeared behind Lin Ya like a ghost.

It threw a punch!

The airflow was like a surging wave!

This punch was fatal!

"Boom!"

The Corpse Puppet's punch was fierce, and after it hit, it stirred up waves of dust, instantly filling the air with smoke.

In the water ripple mirror, Lin Ya and Zhang Wusheng's figures could no longer be seen.

"This..."

"Who won? The Lin Family's or the Yama Hall's?"

"I think the Yama Hall's chief disciple won; he has the cultivation of the Martial Pill Realm Third Layer."

"Not necessarily? Isn't that Lin Family kid's sword path quite strong?"

The crowd discussed it, guessing incessantly.

At this time, Yama Hall team leader Hun Tongyou looked at Lin Feng and said coldly: "Clan Leader Lin, can you sell me the corpse of your clan member now?"

Once these words were spoken, even Lin Chaoyang was so angry he couldn't speak.

Did this Hun Tongyou not feel in the slightest that this was an insult?

Lin Feng still stood with his hands behind his back, quietly observing the water ripple mirror; he hadn't received a notification from the system, so he didn't believe Lin Ya would die.

His Sword Heart was clear, and Lin Ya had the Nine Swords technique; he hadn't even used the Nine Swords against Zhang Wusheng, which showed he had room to spare.

Sure enough!

Just when everyone was certain Lin Ya was dead, a sky full of sword light erupted from the dust.

Lin Ya had already mastered the third sword of the Nine Swords and was using it directly at this moment.

"The autumn wind sweeps away the summer rain, the fierce dragon roars in the nine heavens!"

As the sword formula was recited, a long dragon of sword Qi roared out instantly.

On that iron sword, the rust fell off, and the sword body vibrated, stirring up layers of sword intent.

And every strand of sword intent attached to the blade, constantly resonating and stirring.

Lin Ya's gaze was cold; he gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Wusheng, his shoulder already injured by the Corpse Puppet's punch just now.

But this slight injury didn't change his soaring sword ambition.

"Still alive?"

Zhang Wusheng was also a bit surprised; he hadn't expected Lin Ya to be so tenacious.

"But it's just a deathbed struggle."

Soon, Zhang Wusheng calmed down.

His cultivation was ultimately a level above Lin Ya's; no matter how hard Lin Ya tried, it was all in vain.

The next moment, wisps of black Qi sprayed from Zhang Wusheng's mouth, and the array patterns on his arm were also constantly stimulating power.

That Corpse Puppet walked toward Lin Ya again.

"Die!"

Lin Ya roared and raised his sword with both hands to slash down.

This sword was like a dragon and a tiger, carrying a thick, decaying sword Qi; everything along the way was instantly annihilated.

"Hm?!"

Zhang Wusheng was shocked; this sword must not be met head-on! ===== CHAPTER 137 =====