Chapter 218 The Terrified Wolf of Fortune

The soul-binding array cast by Lang Yan, who was in the Great Power Realm, could only trap cultivators in the Great Power Realm at most.

With Ye Yun's strength in the early stage of the Marquis Realm, this array could not be controlled at all.

However, Ye Yun did not choose to actively break this soul-binding array, there was no need.

Because Lang Yan was also trapped in the array, he wanted to escape unless he destroyed the center of the array himself.

Ye Yun spoke slowly, his face confident, as if he had a plan in mind.

"Lang Yan, right, I think you should be familiar with this name?"

After becoming a Hades Wolf, Lang Yan had not heard anyone call him that for a long, long time.

He paused, and looked at Ye Yun with incredible eyes.

Why did the person in front of him know his identity, who was he?

He was a person who lived hundreds of years ago. An accident occurred during the soul transfer, and he fell asleep for hundreds of years. It should be impossible for anyone to know him.

But the person in front of him knew him, and even knew his name. Could he be an old guy who had lived for hundreds of years?

As soon as he thought about it, he felt something was wrong. The boy in front of him looked so young, and he was not an old man at first glance. Something was wrong.

While Lang Yan was in a daze, the monks around him launched attacks.

But they underestimated their opponents. Lang Yan instantly turned into a black shadow and escaped into the ground.

Before they could react, he quickly rushed out from the black shadow on the ground and killed a monk.

It was not over yet. In the end, he repeated the previous action many times and killed all the monks.

The only ones left here were Ye Yun and Lang Yan, and the two looked at each other from a distance.

The blood and limbs all over the ground seemed to have no effect on the two.

This was the first time Lang Yan spoke in front of people, and there was a hint of shock in his voice.

"Who are you? Why do you know my name?"

"Why? You don't need to know this question. Now all the guys who are in the way have been dealt with by you. Come on, see if you can deal with me."

Ye Yun put away the folding fan in his hand and looked at Lang Yan casually.

The guy who was in the way is gone now. Ye Yun just took the opportunity to test his strength after the breakthrough.

Not getting the answer he wanted, Lang Yan was full of vigilance.

He knew his identity, but he didn't know who the other party was. He was very uncomfortable with this unpredictable feeling.

The most important thing was that he felt that the young man in front of him gave him a great sense of oppression.

The other party's strength was even higher than him who had already used the Demon Flame True Body.

You have to know that he is now at the peak of the Great Power Realm, and Ye Yun can still make him feel oppressed, so it can only be... Fenghou Realm.

If it was a few hundred years ago, when he had not performed soul transfer, Fenghou Realm would be just an ant in front of him, and he could be eliminated in a flick of his hand.

But now it's different. He is no longer the Lang Yan who was once so powerful.

With his teeth bared and a low roar, Lang Yan hesitated whether he should attack or not.

Winning or not is one thing, but if he doesn't fight, how can he escape?

I didn't expect that this time he would attract a powerful opponent. I should have been a little more careful if I had known earlier.

"Don't come on your own initiative? Then I'll... go over."

At some point, a long sword appeared in Ye Yun's hand.

Of course, this long sword is not the Emperor's Slaughter Sword that was fused before.

One reason is that Ye Yun doesn't want to attract attention and be remembered by others.

After all, this is an emperor's weapon, which is a legend in the entire fairyland, and very few people have seen it.

Another reason is that the Slaughter Sword is too murderous. Although Ye Yun is its owner, he can't exert too much power.

There is no need to use the Slaughter Sword to deal with a wolf whose cultivation is not as good as his own.

"Shua!"

Ye Yun moved in an instant, turning into a residual image, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Lang Yan.

The sword blade was emitting cold light, as if it was going to cut the target.

Lang Yan's soul was an old guy, and he was naturally very experienced. He reacted immediately in this situation.

Turning into a black shadow, he merged into the ground again. His intuition told him that the sword just now was very dangerous.

There was no proof. Lang Yan's eyes were fierce, and his face stained with blood looked very ferocious.

Instantly, he stood out, and on his bloody claws, a series of sword energy condensed.

"Shua shua shua!!"

A series of sword energy flew out and went straight to Ye Yun's back.

Ye Yun instantly covered the sword body with spiritual power, and the destructive sword light whistled away again.

"Dang!!!"

The sword energy and the sword blade collided, and a burst of white light burst out.

Lang Yan immediately launched the next main attack, he would not give the opponent any chance to breathe.

In the world of the jungle, you must never be careless, because if you are not careful, you may die without a burial place.

Using the wolf's claws to cultivate sword energy, it can be seen that Lang Yan is really powerful.

The ghostly figure shuttled quickly, and the ruthless claws and crazy attacks tried to tear Ye Yun's body apart.

Ye Yun's guards wanted to rush up to help him several times, but they were stopped by their boss.

It was only because their boss had already noticed that Ye Yun's strength was definitely not simple and was enough to deal with this matter.

Facing Lang Yan's endless attacks, Ye Yun has always been at ease.

It seems that the opponent's attacks are not enough to make him use all his strength.

He leaned sideways and easily avoided the sharp claw. In an instant, Ye Yun suddenly raised his leg and kicked Lang Yan's waist and abdomen fiercely.

For monsters like the Nether Wolf, the waist and abdomen are always their weak points. Once hit by a powerful attack, it may cause damage to the internal organs.

"Roar!!"

Lang Yan fell to the ground with a roar of pain.

He was still ready to stand up and fight back, but the sword was already placed at the side of his throat.

If he dared to act rashly, Lang Yan would undoubtedly be cut in the throat instantly.

He moved quickly, but he already knew in the previous battle that the opponent's movements were faster than his.

A trace of scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Lang Yan stared at Ye Yun tightly and said in a deep voice.

"How do you know my name? Who are you?"

Lang Yan thought that those who really knew him had already left, but he didn't expect that someone could recognize him.

"Ding! Defeat the son of luck, Lang Yan, and successfully strike down his arrogance. The target loses 500 points of luck. Congratulations to the master for getting 500 points of villain value.

Currently has 5800 points of villain value."

This is not over yet, and then the system's voice sounded again.

"Ding! Reveal the real name of the son of luck, Lang Yan, and make him uneasy. The target loses 300 points of luck. Congratulations to the master for getting 300 points of villain value.

Currently has 6100 points of villain value."