True Martial World Chapter 150: Yi Yun’s Limit

Even though physical strength and refined Divine Strength continue to be consumed, in Yi Yun's mind, the wonderful deduction has improved a little bit.

The light in my heart, as Yi Yun supports it longer, keeps expanding, and those trajectories that should have been blurred are as if carved in the void and become clearer.

He even felt that the space that his body sensed was expanding outwards at an incredibly slow pace with his pain.

Yi Yun felt a joy in his heart, but at the same time he knew clearly that his physical strength was approaching the limit again.

The moment he runs out of energy, he will definitely withdraw from this mysterious state ...

Fortunately, when Lin Xintong left, there were still many bone relics left. Yi Yun ate another bone relic.

Warm energy flows through the body.

Yi Yun's whole body is soaked, sweating like rain!

At this point, Yiyun already spent an hour in the big team!

Jingzhou Young Master guys, all eyes are spent.

Yi Yun ’s movements did not change. They pulled their necks, looked at them for a full hour, and looked vomiting.

"Interesting?"

Someone protested!

But when they looked at Yan Menglong, they saw the general of the city of the city, still touching their chin, looking at Yi Yun with interest.

I don't know if the same action lasts so long, what else is good?

Jingzhou Young Master was impatient, and even when the young man who controlled the large array felt that he was going to fall asleep, they suddenly heard a voice that made them excited.

"Plus ... one level!"

Yi Yun spoke, his voice was a little rough and a little hoarse. It feels like already is on the limit.

His sweat was dripping as he spoke.

"It's harder? He's finally getting harder!"

Jingzhou Young Master, who had been fighting in the eyelids, suddenly came to a spirit. Great, Yi Yun is finally ready to challenge level 15 difficulty.

The master who controls the formation method licks his lips excitedly and presses the fifteenth spar.

You're done now!

They all brightened their eyes and waited to see Yi Yun was severely injured by cold iron blood and vomiting blood.

"Om"

The cold iron blood beads roared, because of the high-speed friction that lasted for more than a few hours, each of the blood beads was slightly red because of high temperature.

Song Zijun's face was incomprehensible and expectant. He also wanted to see what Yi Yun's limit was.

Suddenly, Song Zijun's pupils contracted. He found that Yi Yun in the middle of the large array had a strange change in his body movements.

Yi Yun has just been slow and hard. Seems to be hit by cold iron blood beads at any time.

But in an instant, Yi Yun's movements became fast again, as if he had unloaded a lot of weight from his body, and his body broke out with amazing strength and agility again.

A series of afterimages appeared around his body, and Yi Yun's shadow appeared everywhere on the platform.

He reduced the weight of the silver shirt to the minimum!

For a while, Yi Yun's movement was at least 30% faster than when he just started!

"Oh!"

Fifteen blood beads. All were hidden by Yi Yun!

Blood beads reenter and shoot back. Yi Yun tapped on his toes and avoided again. His movements are like flowing clouds, even more mellow and easier than when he is on the 14th level of difficulty. There is no blood drop that can touch Yi Yun's clothes!

"What!?"

People are stunned, how could Yi Yun's speed suddenly increase?

Jingzhou Young Master has an incredible expression on his face, and even the children of Dahuang are also somewhat unknown.

Did Yi Yun retain the strength just now? But it doesn't look like it. He clearly seems to have reached the limit with every move, and his sweat and the blue veins on his forehead are proof.

"Interesting!" Yan Yunlong, who had been looking at Yi Yun with a lot of interest, suddenly smiled.

Yi Yun is in the midst of the battle. At this moment, his eyes flashed inexplicably, and his sweat was still rolling, but his body was much relaxed.

The heavy restraint tied to the body is a lot lighter, reducing the weight of the silver shirt, which undoubtedly makes Yi Yun's body's potential to be suppressed suddenly exploded.

Facing 15 levels of difficulty, just right!

Woohoo

The cold iron blood blew in the void, splitting out the wind marks and waves visible to the naked eye.

The intense wind is raging everywhere.

Yi Yun is like a sea swallow in a violent storm, wantonly shuttle!

People around me are a little dreadful. This script is not right.

Isn't Yi Yun supposed to be hit by a blood bead on level fifteen difficulty, and then he should vomit blood after serious injuries?

Jingzhou Young Master, all of them don't want to understand, if they don't see the increase in the speed of cold iron blood beads, they will think that something is wrong.

At this time, a word from Yi Yun made them even more astounded.

"Plus one, sixteen difficulty!"

Yi Yun's voice is not loud, and it is even less noticeable in the sound of sharp blooddrops breaking into the air, but it falls into the ears of everyone, but makes them all dumbfounded!

The Jingzhou Young Master, who controls the array, couldn't help shaking his hands for a while, almost thinking that he heard it wrong. How could that be? Just now Yi Yunming was barely able to even reach the 14th level of difficulty. Now, he wants to challenge the 16th level of difficulty?

Is he crazy! ?

"It's driving you crazy, it's driving you, little master, I let you know how difficult it is at level 16, you just think you can compete with Zijun Young Master."

Master Jingzhou, who controls the array, pressed the sixteenth spar.

At that time, the entire formation was flashing, sixteen cold iron blood beads were arrogantly irradiated, and some onlookers in the surrounding area could not help but step back.

The sixteen levels of difficulty are very stressful for Yi Yun!

Every cold iron blood drop is like a flying fire meteor, which has caused strong pressure on Yi Yun's body and spirit.

Sometimes, these cold iron blood beads will hit each other from time to time, forming various retrograde and changing directions, which are very difficult to prevent.

The cold iron blood beads continue to compress Yi Yun's moving space.

Buzzing

Yi Yun's ears roared and his heartbeat accelerated. The blood flow was almost over.

"Oh!"

A blood drop brushed Yi Yun's waist. The flying fish suit on his body was torn directly!

16 levels of difficulty, obviously already exceeds Yi Yun's limit.

"Ha!"

Jingzhou Young Master, they all breathe a sigh of relief, after all, this kid has to hold on.

I did not expect that Yi Yun had hidden two hands before. He underestimated him just now, but he is still not as good as Zijun Young Master!

"Oh!"

Another streamer flashed through, and the sleeves of Yi Yunfei's fish suit were also torn off, and a trace of blood flew out. Yi Yun's forearm was scratched!

Under sixteen levels of difficulty, the speed of cold iron blood beads is too fast. The fierce wind, tearing the flying fish suit is as easy as tearing a piece of paper.

Seeing that there were several cold iron blood beads flying in, there was almost no dead angle attack, and Yi Yun had a hard time avoiding it!

Electric light flint, Yi Yun flashed. He jumped out of the battle!

"Papapa!"

Bloodballs all hit the air!

"Hmm!?"

Jingzhou Young Master was disappointed when they saw Yi Yun's appearance.

"This boy, it's too cunning!"

They count on Yi Yun being beaten up. He just gave up, naturally they didn't watch it.

"Brother Yi, good job!"

The children of the great waste cheer. Although Yi Yun didn't even insist on the three interest rates on the 16th level of difficulty. Losing to Song Zijun already is no suspense, but he can do it. already is amazing.

A teenager who came out of the barren field overwhelmed a large family of Young Master, even if it was not worse than their first Young Master.

This is certainly proud!

Today, their children of the Great Wilderness can also prove themselves and the glory of the Great Wilderness.

"Brother Zhang, you have a good seed."

Liu Daer patted Zhang Tan's shoulder and said sincerely.

At this time, Yu Guang from the corner of his eyes swept to Yi Yun and found that the boy took off the flying fish suit.

already The broken flying fish suit was thrown on the ground by Yi Yun like a messy brocade, revealing Yi Yun's lining, which was a short shirt with silver light, which looked extremely silk Alas, like a ball of tulle.

"Sorry, I want to take off my clothes."

Yi Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"Undress? Excessive exercise, is it hot?"

A few Jingzhou Young Masters looked at each other and felt a little speechless. This cloud is easy to wonder, for the warrior, what is this amount of heat, the vitality runs, and the sweat will immediately dry up.

But rural people, when they go to work, they are estimated to be shirtless, and they can understand.

When Yi Yun was undressing, she always looked calm, even when Yi Yun turned on the sixteenth level of difficulty, Song Zijun was not too surprised, but he suddenly changed his face!

Including Yan Menglong, it was also a flash of brilliance in the tiger's eyes. He kept touching his chin and froze.

"Silver silver shirt!"

Yan Menglong froze!

What?

People don't know. So, they looked at Yan Menglong strangely. As Yan Menglong's status, the things that can make him dysfunctional are definitely incredible.

"Silver shirt? Is it Yi Yun's clothes off?" Jingzhou Young Master, strangely looking at the piece of veil in Yi Yun's hand, except that it is thinner, nothing special.

"Is this ..." Song Zijun looked at the flowing silver shirt in the hands of Yi Yun unbelievably. "It is a three-grade silver shirt made by the Lin family with a mysterious name! The best treasures of cultivation and strength! Auction house can buy , But the price is high, and it is often in a state where there is no price. "

"The weight of the Xuanzi Sanpinliu silver shirt can vary from ten to one thousand, as much as you want. Not only that, it will also restrain people's actions. Wearing it, any one action will consume much more energy than usual. Did you just wear this outfit ... "

Song Zijun's voice even trembled. He also wore similar clothes, but they were not produced by the Lin family. His models of convection silver shirts, such as several Jiazhens.

What the hell?

Jingzhou Young Master parties, seeing Song Zijun so dysfunctional, already is completely stupid.

In their ears, only one sentence echoed now, "Its weight can change from ten tripods to one thousand tripods!"

Shiding? The lightest is also top ten! ?

Do you mean this dress?

Yi Yun has always been wearing a heavy silver shirt, and performed a micro-level body training in the cold iron blood beads.

This is just kidding!

…… (To be continued.)