230: Chapter 230 True Dragon Treasure Technique? You're not good enough at it!

As the words fell, the god-slaying sword in Lin Yi's hand suddenly flicked upward.

A jet-black streak of Sword Qi slashed diagonally upward, heading straight for Aotian's throat.

Aotian reacted extremely quickly, blocking with his dragon claw.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, sparks flew everywhere.

But just as he blocked this sword strike, Lin Yi's other hand had already pressed forward.

It was neither a fist nor a palm, but a shoulder bash heavy to the extreme.

Bang!

Aotian was sent sliding backward more than a dozen zhang.

The dragon patterns beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, and a clear dent appeared on his black-scaled battle armor.

Aotian's expression darkened.

Before he could steady himself, Lin Yi pressed in close again.

This time was even more ruthless.

Lin Yi gripped his shoulder with his left hand, while the god-slaying sword in his right hand flicked upward from below.

It forced one of Aotian's dragon claws aside.

Then, a knee struck heavily upward.

Bang!

Aotian's chest felt stifled, and a surge of blood Qi rose in his throat.

His face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"You are courting death!"

Lin Yi looked up at him.

"Try something new."

Aotian's rage surged, and Dragon Qi poured wildly from his entire body.

He had never liked close-quarters combat.

But now, being pushed to this point by Lin Yi, he could neither retreat nor advance.

He simply let go completely and violently shook his arms.

"True Dragon Claw!"

A massive phantom of a dragon claw pressed down from above.

Lin Yi raised his sword to slash.

The Grass Sword Art transformed into a thin, long black line, slicing directly into the palm of the dragon claw.

Crack!

A corner of the dragon claw phantom was forcefully torn open.

Aotian's shoulder shook in tandem, as if he had been struck by that sword strike in his Physical Body.

His figure swayed, and a flash of unease crossed his eyes.

This guy was not only strong in his Physical Body, but his sword was also fast.

He could clearly see the connections in his True Dragon Precious Technique.

Lin Yi did not give him a chance to catch his breath.

He flipped his wrist, and the god-slaying sword slid past the gaps of the dragon claw.

This sword strike did not go straight for the throat.

Instead, it stabbed toward the place under Aotian's ribs where the dragon patterns were densest.

Aotian's expression changed abruptly, and he hurriedly turned to the side.

But it was as if Lin Yi had been waiting for this moment.

The Qian Secret had predicted his dodge in advance.

The sword edge shifted, precisely grazing Aotian's left arm.

Ssh!

A spray of blood flew up.

A large patch of black scales on Aotian's left arm was shaved off, and fresh blood dripped down his arm.

His eyes instantly turned cold to the extreme.

"Are you looking for my weaknesses?"

Lin Yi did not answer him, simply holding the sword horizontally in front of him.

"Found them."

Aotian's chest tightened.

This feeling of being exposed on the spot made him very unhappy.

He no longer held back, and the Dragon Realm behind him surged again.

This time, the entire Dragon Realm began to shrink into his body.

Dragon breath churned, and dragon patterns ignited.

A more solid phantom of a True Dragon slowly raised its head from behind him.

As soon as that phantom appeared, the entire Ancient Realm trembled.

Xu Chen's eyelids twitched as he watched.

"He is going to reveal all his trump cards."

Chu Wanqing's expression also tightened slightly.

"Brother Lin Yi, be careful!"

Lin Yi raised his hand, and the Hongmeng Chaos Qi slowly swirled in his palm.

In the next instant, the Secret of Jie was fully activated.

A layer of silver-white light patterns spread from behind him, instantly merging into his limbs and bones.

Lin Yi's Aura rose again.

He stomped his foot, and the ground collapsed over a large area with a boom.

His figure flashed as he charged out fiercely.

Just as Aotian was about to strike, Lin Yi's sword was already before his eyes.

This sword strike went straight for the center of the dragon phantom's brow.

Aotian roared, and his dragon claw met it.

Crack!

The dragon claw was knocked askew by the sword light.

Lin Yi seized the opportunity to close in, and the god-slaying sword slashed across Aotian's chest, leaving a long trail of blood.

Aotian let out a muffled grunt and retreated repeatedly.

As he retreated, Lin Yi did not fall behind by a single step, following closely.

The distance between the two grew closer and closer.

So close that Aotian could even see the coldness in the depths of Lin Yi's eyes.

It was at this moment that Aotian truly realized one thing.

Lin Yi was not chasing him blindly.

He was forcing him to lose his rhythm!

In this kind of close-quarters slaughter, once the rhythm was lost.

Even if his True Dragon Precious Technique was strong, he would be ground to death bit by bit.

Aotian's heart sank, and he roared violently.

"Get lost!"

He shook his arms, and the True Dragon phantom opened its mouth to spew a blazing dragon breath.

Lin Yi dodged half an inch to the side, the dragon breath flying past his shoulder.

Dust billowed into the sky.

Lin Yi killed his way out of the dust.

The sword light in his hand flashed, slashing directly at the joint of Aotian's right arm.

Aotian's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly moved to defend.

But this sword strike from Lin Yi was just a feint.

The real killing move was the left hand that followed and pressed onto him.

Lin Yi gripped Aotian's shoulder, and the pressure of the Hongmeng Chaos Body descended with a boom at this moment.

Aotian's entire body stiffened.

Lin Yi's right knee thrust upward violently.

Bang!

Aotian's chest took another heavy blow, and his whole body was knocked into an arched position.

For the first time, a clear look of pain appeared on his face.

The same move, he had actually taken it twice!

This was absolutely intolerable!

Wang Hong, who was watching the battle from afar, was stunned.

"Can close-quarters combat even be fought like this?"

Xu Chen swallowed his saliva.

"Big Brother's style is truly ruthless."

Chu Wanqing's lips curled slightly.

"That's more like him."

Aotian's face was livid, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost becoming tangible.

"You have angered me."

Lin Yi slowly raised his eyes.

"So what? What can you do?"

As his words fell, the god-slaying sword rose again.

In the center of the Dragon Realm, Sword Qi and Dragon might exploded with a boom.

Aotian was forced to retreat three steps, and the cracks on his dragon-scaled battle armor grew more numerous.

He looked at Lin Yi, his breathing finally becoming disordered.

In this battle, his Physical Body was inferior, his Precious Technique was broken, and his rhythm was firmly gripped by the other.

The more he fought, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he was, the more chaotic he became.

Yet Lin Yi, on the contrary, fought more steadily the longer it went on.

This disparity made the fire in Aotian's chest burn even hotter.

He was unwilling to retreat.

And he could not retreat!

But just as he wanted to force himself forward, Lin Yi suddenly withdrew his sword, his figure sinking.

In the next instant, he was like a vicious blade drawn from its sheath, his Aura suddenly rising.

Aotian's heart jumped violently.

He sensed that something was wrong, but it was already too late.

Lin Yi looked up, his gaze falling on his face, terrifyingly calm.

"True Dragon Precious Technique. You practice it poorly!"

Aotian's pupils contracted sharply.

The god-slaying sword in Lin Yi's hand pointed across the air.

"Today, shall be your death day!"

As these words were spoken, killing intent burst forth on Aotian's face.

His True Dragon Precious Technique had been seen through.

His Physical Body was being suppressed and beaten.

Now, even his most proud Bloodline secret method was commented on to his face as being practiced poorly.

Who could swallow this anger?

Aotian let out a low roar, his black hair dancing wildly, and the Dragon Qi around his body exploded violently.

"You think that by seeing through a few moves, you can defeat me?"

"Today, I will let you die knowing why!"

He slammed his hands together, and a wisp of black dragon pattern appeared between his palms.

As that dragon pattern rotated, the broken Laws of the entire Ancient Realm let out a trembling sound.

In the distance, rocks disintegrated on their own under this Aura.

Even the air became heavy.

Lin Yi raised his eyes, the god-slaying sword held horizontally in front of him, his expression remaining indifferent.

"Bring out your trump cards. Don't disappoint me."

Aotian's eyelid twitched fiercely.

In the next instant, he violently splayed his five fingers.

A pitch-black long spear, carrying the Dragon Qi capable of destroying everything, slowly emerged from the Void Realm behind him.