Chapter 163 Fierce Battle at the Spirit Emperor Realm
Chapter 163 Fierce Battle in the Spirit Emperor Realm
Three entire mountain walls unexpectedly collapsed. Dense sword marks covered the entire ground, and mountains and rocks were lined with rocks. It was not only shocking but also shocking. This terrifying power actually came from a spiritual master realm warrior.
At this time, Hong Jinhong's face looked ashen, and there was still some faint traces of blood on the corners of his mouth. He wiped away the blood on the corners of his mouth, and an eye-catching sword mark appeared on his palm, and the flesh and blood inside was clearly visible.
In the terrifying sword, Hong Jinhong almost used up all his strength. He didn't know how many swords he swung, and the strong spiritual energy formed countless spiritual energy shields. However, under Ye Shaohan's terrifying sword,
They were almost completely destroyed.
"Password, this madman, madman..." Remembering that if he had been slow to react just now, his fate would have been like that of the mountain wall. Hong Jinhong's face was extremely gloomy, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he cursed hoarsely, even though he cursed like this
Ye Shaohan is crazy, but he has to admit that deep down in his heart, he has feared Ye Shaohan, even fear.
"Damn it, Hong Jinhong, what are you doing to this old bastard? How can a boy at the spiritual master level be so embarrassed?" A burst of curses suddenly sounded, and a figure staggered down from the outside and landed next to Hong Jinhong.
, Looking at the embarrassed image of the old man in gray, Hong Jinhong smiled bitterly and sighed: "You think I think this kid is too perverted."
Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth and suppressing the boiling blood, the old man in gray clothes looked at the scene around him with a look of shock on his face.
Looking at each other, both of them smiled bitterly, and then their eyes fell on Ye Shaohan not far away, kneeling on the ground with the Qilin Sword inserted on the ground, supporting Ye Shaohan.
Ye Shaohan's long hair, which was originally tied behind his back, was draped messily on his shoulders, blocking Ye Shaohan's face, while the black military robe was broken into strips and hung on his body.
Is it too serious now? Ye Shaohan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Feeling that this body seemed to have been forcibly destroyed by a terrifying force, Ye Shaohan felt helpless for a while.
At this moment, in the dantian, the fire and wind spiritual crystals were dim and irrelevant. Thinking of the terrifying momentum just now, Ye Shaohan was frightened. He would have to lie in bed for ten days and a half.
The entire right arm was exposed to the air, and blood dripped down the fingertips, staining the Qilin Sword red, looking like a flame.
Ye Shaohan suddenly slapped the ground with his left hand. With the help of the recoil, Ye Shaohan stood up suddenly, holding the Qilin Sword in his hand. His whole body was shaky, as if he might fall down at any time.
Ye Shaohan's actions attracted everyone's attention, and a smile flashed across Hong Jinhong's face. Now Ye Shaohan seemed to be at the end of his strength and there was nothing to worry about.
Dragging the long sword in his hand, as Hong Jinhong advanced, the long sword left a sword mark on the ground. At the same time, he heard the sound of ding, ding, ding, and every time Hong Jinhong took a step, there was a sharp explosion.
"Tsk tsk, boy, you are the first to force me to such an embarrassing situation in many years, you can be proud of me." Dragging the long sword, Hong Jinhong sneered.
Eyes narrowed, Ye Shaohan's eyes turned cold. He looked at Hong Jinhong who was walking, raised his right hand slightly, and then lowered it again. His entire right arm was as if it was tied to a huge stone, and he could not use any strength at all.
It seemed that the impact just now had paralyzed his right arm. He let go of his right hand slightly and the Qilin Sword slipped down. He quickly held the Qilin Sword with his left hand.
Hong Jinhong's actions naturally attracted the attention of An Meng and others. They took a breath. An Meng and other Ye family troops jumped towards Ye Shaohan. However, the old man in gray who was watching from the side was already prepared. He sneered and waved the long sword in his hand.
, blocked the figures of several people, and laughed loudly at the same time: "Old Hong, I will also block you for five minutes."
"Five minutes, haha, you underestimate me too much." Hong Jinhong raised the corners of his mouth with disdain, and at the same time, he suddenly stepped on the ground with his feet, and his body shot out in vain.
With great difficulty, he stepped towards the ground with both feet. Ye Shaohan's figure fell back lightly. However, Hong Jinhong's figure continued to enlarge in Ye Shaohan's eyes. He held the sword in his left hand and mobilized the few spiritual energy in his body.
, the two spiritual energies of wind and fire were intertwined, and he swung several swords forward in an attempt to slow down Hong Jinhong.
Several rather sharp sword energy shot out. Hong Jinhong ignored it and slapped his left palm forward. The sword energy suddenly dissipated and he swung his sword forward at the same time.
The sword energy shot out, leaving deep sword marks on the ground. The rolled up sword wind drove the gravel towards Ye Shaohan. His face changed slightly, and his body fell to the right. The sword energy came from Ye Shaohan's body.
A striking sword mark appeared across his shoulder. In an instant, blood spurted out and dripped all over the ground.
However, the force generated by the sword energy rolled up Ye Shaohan's body. The terrifying force made Ye Shaohan vomit blood again. His body fell backwards like a kite with its string broken, and rolled on the ground several times before he stopped.
The broken stones left several bruises on Ye Shaohan's body, and his face became increasingly pale. Ye Shaohan stood up with great difficulty, and fell to the ground again.
"Gaga, boy, just fight to the death." Hong Jinhong swung his sword again, and the sword light shot towards Ye Shaohan's neck like a poisonous snake.
"No." Looking at the cold sword light, Ye Shaofang's face instantly turned pale. Several people jumped forward one after another, but there was a figure faster than them.
Holding back the injury on his chest, the spiritual energy in his body surged out. Ye Shaohao grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and waved it. Nine sword shadows emerged and merged together again.
"Zhanfeng."
Ye Shaohao shouted violently, and his long sword struck Hong Jinhong from mid-air with terrifying sword energy.
At this moment, Hong Jinhong also noticed the situation behind him, frowned slightly, and suddenly turned back. The sword light shot out met Ye Shaohao's long sword, and the warning sounded again, followed closely by
A scream.
Eyes slightly narrowed, in Ye Shaohan's sight, Ye Shaohao's body was thrown backwards, the banging sound in his body continued, blood sprayed along with the arc thrown by his body, and finally rolled to the ground.
Stopping, Hong Jinhong looked disdainfully at Ye Shaohao, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and sneered: "Tsk, tsk, this is called overestimating one's capabilities."
After exclaiming several times, Ye Shaofang and others jumped up beside Ye Shaohao. Looking at the eye-catching sword marks on Ye Shaohao's chest, their faces turned pale. With the support of Ye Shaofang and others, Ye Shaohao stood up with great difficulty. He looked past Hong Jinhong and fell
Ye Shaohan said with a complex expression: "Haha, because I don't like to owe people anything. You have saved me twice, so this time I can repay you."
"Tsk, tsk, boy, do you think that loser can save you one more time?" Hong Jinhong sneered, walked towards Ye Shaohan again, and the sword shot out again.
The fierce sword wind blew towards Ye Shaohan's face, blowing his long hair on his forehead, revealing Ye Shaohan's dark eyes. Ye Shaohan's heart sank slightly, and he couldn't exert any strength at all, and he couldn't even move.
Ye Shaohan kept calling out to the Fire Qilin in the necklace, but the Fire Qilin did not reply at all, and was obviously still sleeping.
The shadow of the sword continued to enlarge in Ye Shaohan's eyes, but Ye Shaohan's figure did not move at all, standing in place like a piece of wood.
"Ah... run away quickly."
Seeing Ye Shaohan standing there blankly, Ye Shaofang and others couldn't help but exclaimed, but they didn't know that Ye Shaohan was powerless at this moment.
Suddenly, a red light flashed on the surface of the necklace, and a stream of heat flowed down Ye Shaohan's right finger into Ye Shaohan's body, turning into the purest spiritual energy.
In an instant, Ye Shaohan felt that his body had regained a little strength, and red fire spiritual energy shot out from his fingertips. When the sword was a few inches away from his neck, Ye Shaohan swung his body to the right in an instant, leaving a trace of residual energy on his upper body.
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At the same time, he pointed his finger like a sword, and pointed his right finger forward like lightning. In an instant, Ye Shaohan shouted out: "Wind God Finger."
The fingers collided with the long sword, making a sound like gold and iron. In an instant, a terrifying force came over. His right arm, which was originally paralyzed, lost all feeling at this moment, and Ye Shaohan's figure seemed to be forcibly moved.
Normally, both feet would make two inch-deep footprints on the ground, and they would be pushed straight out for meters and feet.
After Ye Shaohan stopped, he felt a shock in his internal organs, and his muscles and bones felt as if they were about to fall apart. He couldn't help but vomit a few mouthfuls of blood again.
Ye Shaohan's counterattack was beyond Hong Jinhong's expectation. Immediately, a look of anger emerged on Hong Jinhong's face. He tried to kill a boy but failed. This undoubtedly slapped him hard in the face, and the sword fired again.
came out, bringing up a circle of energy ripples, and flew towards Ye Shaohan. If Ye Shaohan was hit, he would definitely die.
The sharp sword energy shattered the strips of cloth, Ye Shaohan sighed softly, and a wave of dizziness hit his head, and this feeling of dizziness became more and more intense.
His eyelids became heavier and heavier. Under the pressure of the terrifying energy, Ye Shaohan's eyes gradually dimmed, and he murmured rather feebly: "Is it going to end? No."
Opening his eyes suddenly, Ye Shaohan retreated with great difficulty, still unable to get rid of the sword light. Ye Shaofang and others closed their eyes in despair.
"Haha, Dark Dragon performed well. He deserves to be a member of my seventh team. Leave it to me next." A strong voice suddenly sounded over the valley, resounding throughout the entire sky.
At the same time, a majestic energy burst out from the sky above the valley, and a figure emerged...
A ripple of majestic energy suddenly surged out with Ye Shaohan as the center. Wherever the energy passed, the rocks were broken, and Hong Jinhong was the brunt of it.
Waves of violent explosions filled the sky and the earth, air waves burst into the air, dust flew up, smoke and dust filled the area several thousand meters away, followed by a scream.
The old man in gray clothes stopped and looked at the dust-covered valley below in horror. Who can tell me what happened and where the immortal Hong Jinhong went.