Ye Wushuang roared loudly, swallowing up the mountains and rivers with anger, and the surrounding void shook with his voice. He was like a huge star striking out, holding the sword to kill the ancient heroic spirit.
The horror is boundless.
However, the ancient heroic spirit also changed at this moment. He looked like a real person, with blood boiling all over his body, and a peerless fighting spirit filled the air, as if the ancient god had revived.
The two sides collided instantly.
"Boom!"
The void exploded, collapsed, and black holes appeared one after another, which was extremely terrifying.
Ye Wushuang used Wushuang Sword Intent, swung his sword constantly, and killed with all his strength, without giving the opponent a chance to breathe.
It can be said that this is the first time since his debut that he has been so unreserved.
He only has one thought now, which is to kill that ancient heroic spirit as soon as possible. Only in this way can he truly step into the realm of the Great Sage.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."
The ancient heroic spirit's body was filled with sparks, as if thousands of sword energy were hitting him, and he was suffering a devastating attack.
Around him, countless void cracks appeared, causing chaos.
However, what is shocking is that in the face of such a powerful attack by Ye Wushuang, the ancient heroic spirit was actually unharmed.
"Um?"
Ye Wu raised his eyelids and felt something was wrong.
The ancient heroic spirit was hit by countless sword energy just now, but it was not injured and was still in peak condition.
Ye Wushuang immediately stopped, stepped back a distance, and observed quietly.
on the ground.
Everyone's hearts were shaken.
"Oh my God, the great elder attacked me with so many swords, but the ancient heroic spirit is safe and sound. It's terrible."
"If it were an ordinary powerful person in the realm of the Great Sage, he wouldn't even be able to withstand a sword from the Great Elder."
"The Great Elder has encountered an unparalleled enemy!"
"..."
Ye Wushuang stared at the ancient heroic spirit, his eyes like
After observing for a while, he finally discovered the clue.
There is a layer of thunder surrounding the ancient heroic spirit. It is this layer of thunder that seems to have turned into an immortal battle suit, blocking the ancient heroic spirit's attack.
"Whether you are an ancient heroic spirit or an ancient god, in short, no matter what means you have, you can never stop me."
Ye Wushuang was dressed in white like snow, standing alone between heaven and earth.
His sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, as well as his resolute face, all show his fearless determination.
Ye Wushuang held the long sword tightly in his right hand, pointing the sword tip at the ancient heroic spirit. His eyes flashed with sharp light, as if he wanted to cut off all obstacles.
On the opposite side, the figure of the ancient heroic spirit loomed above the palace, like a guardian from ancient times, solemn and mysterious.
His face cannot be seen, but his deep eyes seem to be able to see everything in the world.
The powerful aura exuded by the ancient heroic spirit was as heavy as a mountain, as if no one could easily look away.
Ye Wushuang stared at the ancient heroic spirit, with flying black hair, sharp eyes, and high fighting spirit without any fear.
"kill!"
The battle started again.
Ye Wushuang turned into a stream of light, and his body rolled in the void, like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark sky.
His swordsmanship is sharp and fast, and each sword carries a fierce offensive, possessing the power to destroy the world.
However, the ancient heroic spirit was a formidable opponent, and he faced Ye Wushuang with the same sharp offensive.
"boom!"
The power of the ancient heroic spirit gushes out like a torrent, and the huge power distorts the surrounding space. His moves are wide open and close, and every blow has the potential to destroy everything.
Even so, Ye Wushuang was not intimidated by this force. He stuck to his
faith and face powerful enemies with firmer determination.
"Qiang!"
The roar of the sword shook the sky.
Ye Wushuang released a boundless ray of light, with a kind of self-confidence that he was alone and overlooked the world's outstanding people. He held a long sword and slashed at the ancient heroic spirit.
Wherever it passed, the sword energy was overwhelming, like a hundred thousand heavenly swords roaring in unison.
"kill!"
What everyone didn't expect was that the ancient heroic spirit actually uttered a word from his mouth.
His voice was cold and faint, as if coming from the eighteenth level of hell, making people feel chilled and creepy all over.
As his voice fell, thunder and lightning flowed through his body, like a blazing fire. At the same time, a bloody scimitar appeared in his hand, the blade roaring and shattering the void.
This is an eternal battle.
The long sword and the scimitar clashed, the sharp edges met, and the sound of collision was endless.
Every time there is a confrontation, long sparks will appear, like comets streaking across the sky.
"Boom!"
The void trembles.
The murderous intent on Ye Wushuang and the ancient heroic spirits was overwhelming, sweeping in all directions, and the powerful fighting spirit seemed to penetrate the universe.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."
The long sword in Ye Wu's hands and the scimitar in the ancient heroic spirit's hands collided violently thousands of times in just a short moment.
The tip of the sword hits the tip of the sword, incredibly fast.
As the battle progressed, the moves of both sides became more and more sharp.
The sword energy and the sword light collided in the void, making a deafening sound. Every collision seemed to activate all the power in the world.
However, no matter how terrifying the opponent was, Ye Wushuang held the sword tightly and never flinched.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the figures of Ye Wushuang and the ancient heroic spirit intertwined together, like two meteors streaking across the night sky, each rushing to one side.
The ancient heroic spirit stood before Ye Ye
Where Wushuang was, Ye Wushuang stood above the palace.
"puff!"
Suddenly, the ancient heroic spirit's body shook violently, its chest exploded, and a string of blood splashed out.
Those who watched the battle felt frightened.
"Isn't he an ancient heroic spirit?"
"It's not the real body, so why is it still bleeding?"
The next moment, the blood disappeared inexplicably in the void.
"Anyway, the ancient heroic spirit is injured, which is a good thing for the great elder."
"Yes, the great elder is so fierce, and he gained the upper hand so quickly."
"The great elder is domineering!"
"It seems that the Great Elder is stable in this battle..."
Just as everyone was excited, they saw Ye Wushuang tremble, and immediately after, a stream of bright blood splashed out, which was obviously particularly dazzling in the dark sky.
"No, the great elder is also injured!"
Later, everyone saw a terrible wound in front of Ye Wushuang.
It's a full thirty or forty centimeters long.
The incision was very deep and the bones were clearly visible.
"kill!"
At this moment, the ancient heroic spirit roared and rushed towards Ye Wushuang with a scimitar in hand.
Obviously, he wanted to take the opportunity to kill Ye Wushuang.
For a moment, everyone on the ground had their hearts in their throats and did not dare to express their anger.
Ye Qiu was also extremely nervous, clenching his fists and sweating on his palms.
"Boom!"
The ancient heroic spirits carried the overwhelming divine power and crashed away like a huge mountain, full of destructive fluctuations. Wherever they passed, the void was shattered like glass.
"Want to kill me? Humph, are you worthy?"
Ye Wushuang snorted coldly, and suddenly, a dark, simple wooden box appeared in front of him.
