Kuang Zhan was shocked and instinctively wanted to retreat, but unexpectedly, the opponent's left palm was like an iron pincer, clamping his wrist tightly, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he struggled.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of energy emerged from Zhong Wen's palm like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole, and began to flow rapidly within Kuang Zhan's body.
not good!
Kuang Zhan's expression changed, and he secretly screamed that something was not good.
However, the imagined scene of him being seriously injured did not appear.
Because instead of destroying his body, this force spread along his arm and actually created a new pathway for energy circulation.
It is a path that is eighty-nine times similar to my own spiritual skills, but slightly different.
This, this is...!
Kuangzhan instinctively followed this new path to activate energy, trying to expel Zhong Wen's breath, but unexpectedly discovered that the energy running in this way was not only smoother, but the power released was also increased by countless times, which was different from before.
It's completely different.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the outpouring force of the fist smashed half of Zhong Wen's body into pieces, leaving only half of his waist and two legs still suspended in the air, looking indescribably weird.
What is this operation?
Kuang Zhan looked at half of the "Zhong Wen" in front of him, then lowered his head and looked at his fists. He felt his head was buzzing and he almost lost his ability to think.
His talent in combat is different from ordinary people. Not only does he have extremely excellent reflexes and judgment, but he has also created several powerful spiritual skills based on his own characteristics.
What he used to deal with Zhong Wen just now was the most powerful spiritual skill he created, a powerful punch that can adjust itself according to the opponent's physical and energy characteristics, thus breaking through 100% of defenses.
In a sense, the concept of this set of boxing techniques is quite similar to Aunt Wang's destructive physique, but it is slightly less powerful.
However, compared to Aunt Wang's over-reliance on physical fitness, Kuang Zhan is infinitely superior in terms of combat experience and on-the-spot reactions. Therefore, if the two of them fight to the death, if they fight a hundred games, he is sure to win a hundred games.
However, no matter how powerful a self-created spiritual skill is, there will always be imperfections.
Kuangzhan himself also knew that this boxing technique was not perfect, so he would always use his body skills and experience to make up for it in battles. Before meeting the Soul Emperor, he rarely lost.
But just now Zhong Wen only received a punch, and he actually saw through the essence of the boxing technique, and even improved this magical skill, making it almost perfect, and its power was several times stronger than before.
Such ability is incredible.
What is even more incomprehensible is that he actually used the improved
The spiritual skills were taught to the enemy, thereby causing death for oneself.
Isn't this a fool?
Just as this thought came to Kuang Zhan's mind, a green light suddenly flashed before his eyes. Zhong Wen, who had been beaten to death, reappeared with a calm face and intact clothes. No trace of injury could be seen anywhere.
"Is this your limit?"
The look of disappointment in his eyes was even stronger than before, and he murmured to himself, "I am really wasting my time."
"What a loud tone!"
Although he didn't understand what Zhong Wen was talking about, Kuang Zhan could still hear the contempt in his words. He couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. He made a mistake with his foot and cleverly appeared behind him. He raised his right arm high and blasted out again.
An earth-shattering punch.
"boom!"
However, this time, the terrifying punch fell on Zhong Wen, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, failing to make any waves.
Zhong Wen had no expression on his face, raised his right hand, and slowly pointed his index finger between Kuang Zhan's eyebrows.
"puff!"
This finger seemed to be slow and without momentum, but he couldn't escape it for some reason. With a crisp sound, a hole suddenly appeared between the eyebrows, and blood flowed out like spring water. The light in his eyes
It dims quickly and disappears completely soon.
A fighting maniac who was famous in the world of chaos was toyed with like a mouse in a cat's paws. When he got tired of playing with him, he was slapped to death without any resistance.
Even though he was no longer breathing, he was still suspended in front of Zhong Wen, as if being held up by an invisible force, but did not fall down.
At this moment, a dazzling fluorescent light suddenly flew from a distance and headed straight for Zhong Wen's neck.
It turned out to be a huge gleaming sickle!
The other end of the hilt was firmly held in the hands of Emperor Soul in the distance.
There is a rumor in the world of an artifact called the Forty Meter Machete.
But the handle of this sickle is longer than two forty meters.
In other words, the old devil actually used a scythe to create a long-range attack.
"puff!"
Zhong Wen did not dodge, but let the blade slash at his neck.
The sickle cut through the skin, only to get stuck within an inch of the flesh, and could no longer be inserted. A few drops of blood spattered out here and there.
What a hard body!
Seeing that the sickle failed to decapitate, a look of surprise flashed in Emperor Hun Tian's eyes, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a hint of pride in his smile.
However, the next scene made the smile on his face disappear instantly.
Zhong Wen raised his right hand and flicked the sickle with his index finger.
"boom!"
With a soft sound, the huge blade instantly shattered and turned into little auras, slowly floating between the sky and the earth.
"puff!"
Then, Zhong Wen suddenly inserted two fingers into the wound and slowly stirred it.
A moment later, he actually took out a crystalline silk thread that was almost invisible to the naked eye from the wound on his neck. He kept pulling it with his hands alternately. When it was completely pulled out, he saw that it was more than six feet long.
The moment the spiritual thread was pulled out, a white light flashed, and the wound on his neck immediately healed as before, with not even a scar visible.
"I see. Is this how you play with your soul?"
Zhong Wen stared at the soul thread in his hand for a moment and suddenly laughed, "It would be interesting to secretly put this kind of soul thread into the opponent's body, let it grow on its own, and then secretly cut off part of the enemy's soul and take it as his own."
"Has it been discovered?"
Soul Emperor narrowed his eyes and said in a hair-raisingly feminine voice, "He's such a troublesome guy."
"If that's all you have."
Zhong Wen lifted the spirit silk to his mouth and blew lightly, "Then let's finish it as soon as possible. Don't waste everyone's time anymore."
The spiritual thread immediately broke into countless crystal particles, slowly floating around like fireflies.
Then, he bent his index finger and shot a purple-gold breath onto the fighting corpse.
"I have met the Lord."
Kuang Zhan's dim eyes suddenly lit up again, and he bowed respectfully and saluted him.
"I hate bats."
Zhong Wen said something without thinking.
"My subordinate understands!"
Kuang Zhan seemed to have a tact with him, he answered loudly, decisively spread his body skills, and flew towards Ren Hai as fast as lightning.
Seeing him approaching, Ren Hai's expression changed slightly, and he quickly created hundreds of world-weary bats and hit him hard.
Kuang Zhan, however, showed no panic, his feet connected in the air, his body flashed and moved around, his movements were so fast that it could not be caught with the naked eye.
He actually managed to escape the Suicide Bat's pursuit, displaying his astonishing fighting talent to the fullest. In the blink of an eye, he was less than two feet away from the opponent.
What followed was a unique chase drama.
"No wonder we can't feel the souls of the living from Wei Jie and Shi Men. It turns out they are really dead."
Looking at the mad battle after resurrecting from the dead and joining the enemy camp, the Soul Emperor's face became increasingly ugly. He slowly raised his hands to the left and right sides, and the palms of his hands shone with dazzling brilliance. "It can make the dead look as if they were alive."
We are no different from each other, yet I still obey your orders, good means, really good means."
Streams of radiant light spurted out from his palms, turning into broadswords, giant swords, bows and arrows, spears and other weapons, divine dragons, phoenixes, angry lions, tigers and other ferocious beasts, and even eighteen immortals behind them.
Demons, demons, and monsters, mixed with countless ferocious ghosts and ugly resentful spirits, are densely packed all over the sky. The flowers are dazzling and dizzying. The exaggerated momentum is comparable to that of an epic blockbuster, which attracts everyone's attention and horror.
"Quite good looking."
Zhong Wen only raised his eyes slightly, his expression did not change at all, and he commented lightly, "The imagination is good."
"Do you know what the most powerful force in the world is?"
Murderous intent flashed in the eyes of Soul Emperor, and he gritted his teeth and asked himself, "It's not time, it's not space, it's not wind, thunder, water and fire, it's soul."
Zhong Wen did not answer, but silently raised the Tianque Sword to his eyes, gently wiping the blade with his left index finger.
"Things like the soul are usually invisible and intangible."
The Soul Emperor continued, "But when the soul breaks through the limit, it will condense into entities. At that time, they will become the sharpest sword, the strongest shield, and the most unrivaled power in the world. Next thing you will know
, why can I, the Soul Emperor, be able to control the world of chaos for five million years and become the supreme being that everyone fears."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his right hand lightly, and the swords, guns, swords, halberds, ferocious birds and beasts, fairies, demons and monsters all over the sky were launched, turning into bright streams of light in the air, like thousands of arrows fired in unison, towards the direction of Zhong Wen.
It flew towards him fiercely, with all kinds of screams and roars cracking rocks and piercing the clouds, resounding throughout the sky.
"If you are really that powerful, how could you be beaten into the Void of Canglan?"
Zhong Wen laughed loudly, and the Tianque Sword in his palm suddenly glowed brightly and screamed loudly, "Besides, when it comes to dealing with souls, am I not the professional counterpart?"
"The Tenth Form of Daotian!"
After saying that, he suddenly raised his sword high, slashed forward violently, and shouted loudly, "From birth to death!"
This chapter has been completed!