The sky was covered with dark clouds. Suddenly, a gap appeared in the depths of the dark clouds, and the power of countless ghosts poured down, and was finally injected into Wei Donglin's sword body.
The blade of the sword turned pitch black, and behind Wei Donglin, countless phantoms appeared. They were ghosts, with their mouths spewing blood, and their fangs and claws.
Du Qingchen was dumbfounded.
Damn it!
The power of ghosts?
He almost laughed out loud.
Is this Wei Donglin crazy?
Is your brain flooded?
He actually used this kind of sword skill on him.
I have to say, in fact, this soul-stealing ghost sword is still very powerful, no, very powerful. If it were anyone else, it would be really difficult to take it. The power of the ghost is very terrifying, it can easily steal people's souls, and it has a huge effect on the soul.
The threat is also a common weakness of many monks.
But how could he have imagined that Du Qingchen has a soul palace, which is the nemesis of the power of the ghosts in the world. No matter how much power of the ghosts there is, they will only be devoured.
At this moment, Wei Donglin's entire face became much darker. He stared at Du Qingchen as if possessed by a demon, with blood in his eyes, and his voice became eerie and scary: "Are you afraid? It's too late, this move,
I rarely use it against the enemy. Everyone who has seen this move is already dead. Almost all of them are in the Immortal Emperor Realm. So, you are very lucky. You are the only Immortal King Realm who died with this sword.
Come on, that’s your glory!”
Du Qingchen sighed: "Can you stop bragging?"
Wei Donglin looked confident, and then slashed at Du Qingchen with his sword.
The power of countless ghosts swept towards Du Qingchen, and at the same time, there were overwhelming phantoms of ghosts rushing towards Du Qingchen.
Du Qingchen stood there, not dodge at all, with a weird smile on his face.
The sword light approached Du Qingchen.
Wei Donglin's eyes became even more red.
But at this moment, the power of those ghosts suddenly disappeared, as if they were swallowed by something. The ghost images encountered their nemesis and wanted to retreat. However, it was too late, they all stayed in place.
It began to disappear, and finally dispersed into a black smoke.
Once the power of the ghost disappears, the sword will have no power.
At least, the power is reduced by 90%.
Du Qingchen stretched out two fingers, clamped the sword body, flicked his fingers, flicked the sword away, and then slapped it out with a palm.
boom!
Wei Donglin's body was photographed thousands of feet away. He vomited a mouthful of blood, his face turned from black to white, and the red light in his eyes disappeared.
he got hurt.
However, it was only a minor injury.
But the shock in his heart was unparalleled.
Staring at Du Qingchen, Wei Donglin looked confused and shouted in disbelief: "Why? Why is this happening? What did you do?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about. How about you try again."
Du Qingchen blinked and said with a smile.
Wei Donglin was not convinced and actually used the Soul-stealing Ghost Sword again!
But, still, the power of the ghost disappeared without a trace.
"Come again!"
Du Qingchen was not in a hurry to take action and just waited for Wei Donglin to take action.
This sword skill is so good that it allows the Soul Palace to absorb a massive amount of ghost power. There are not many opportunities like this.
It's a pity that Wei Donglin no longer dares to use this trick.
Although he didn't understand what was going on, he knew that Du Qingchen must have done something, and from Du Qingchen's expression, he could tell that Du Qingchen might have received some benefits.
Suddenly, he woke up with a start.
"Take my sword again!"
Wei Donglin took action again.
But this sword is no longer a soul-stealing ghost sword, but a different kind of martial arts.
The power of countless stars fell from the void and gathered on his sword body. With one strike, the terrifying power of the stars turned into sword light and slashed towards Du Qingchen.
Du Qingchen was stunned. Damn it, you are such a thief. You actually want to trick me?
He slashed out with one sword!
Chasing life with one sword!
boom!
The power of the stars began to collapse...
Du Qingchen fell back thousands of feet, and a sword wound actually appeared on his chest. The God of War's body began to repair itself, and the wound on his chest quickly began to heal itself.
Wei Donglin retreated further, a full five thousand feet away. There was also a sword wound on his chest. The wound was quite deep, and the white bones could already be seen.
"You are actually a sword cultivator too!"
He exclaimed in surprise.
Du Qingchen sneered and said: "I just said, I have to let you see who is the real sword cultivator. You dare to call yourself a sword cultivator. It seems that your sword sect is nothing more than that."
These words made Wei Donglin very angry.
But now that he is injured, he is not as arrogant as Du Qingchen. He carries a lot of pills with him wherever he goes. The pill just now is very precious to him, and he only has one pill.
Being injured and unable to defeat Du Qingchen, he finally understood the situation.
Immediately, Wei Donglin turned around and ran away.
Du Qingchen was stunned.
escape?
"Did I let you escape?"
Du Qingchen disappeared instantly, and a sword light shot towards Wei Donglin.
Wei Donglin seemed to have eyes behind his back, he immediately turned around and slashed out with his sword.
But this time, there was a hint of conspiracy in his eyes.
Even the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
Du Qingchen happened to see Wei Donglai's expression clearly and immediately flew back.
However, it was too late.
A fist light appeared.
The sword light he struck shattered in an instant, but the fist light did not dissipate and hit him in the chest with a bang.
boom!
Du Qingchen was like a sandbag and was thrown thousands of feet away. He spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was almost broken, but his internal injuries were also quite serious.
His face was pale and Du Qingchen was on the verge of collapse. He quickly took out a handful of pills and stuffed them all into his mouth.
His chest was originally bloody and bloody, but now it began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not far away, Wei Haifeng appeared.
He looked at Du Qingchen and was a little surprised: "Your body is very good. You can actually withstand one punch from me without dying. You are an amazing genius. However, the more talented you are, the shorter your life will be."
"You father and son are really the same, you can't be a genius, right?" Du Qingchen said coldly.
"Yes, if someone like you is either a friend or an enemy, you will not be able to grow up. Unfortunately, we are enemies now. I didn't want to be your enemy at first, but, I
I gave you the opportunity, but you chose to be my enemy, so prepare to die!"
Wei Hailin spoke coldly.
He didn't want to give Du Qingchen a chance. Seeing that the latter's injuries were miraculously recovering quickly, he immediately swayed and rushed towards Du Qingchen. He was very fast and was in front of Du Qingchen in the blink of an eye, and then a knife appeared in his hand.
, cut it out with one knife.
The terrifying sword energy made Du Qingchen's heart tremble.
He really wants Jiu'er to come out...
However, he did not do this and chose to fight hard.
Because he is not convinced, he also wants to know how big the gap is between himself and the other party.
He originally thought that he could fight the late Immortal Emperor, but now it seems that he was a little too optimistic. Du Qingchen would have a hard time meeting powerful men like Wei Haifeng and his son whose combat power far exceeded the same level.
He does not retreat but advances!
God-Destroying Fist strikes boldly!
(Hmph, you want to challenge my bottom line? Who said yesterday that I didn’t save the manuscript? Look, look, today’s fifteenth update, just ask if it’s awesome?! By the way, yesterday a brother was going to give it to me
I reward Rocket, but there is no need to do so. Just keep the money for the New Year. You said this, and I was already very moved. I won’t update five more chapters today. I’m sorry for what you said! However, I’m not allowed to do it again in the future.
You moved me in this way. I am most easily moved. What if one day I get excited and send out all the manuscripts? I can’t survive the next few days. We want the water to flow slowly, and we want to have five days a day.
Updates are guaranteed, and the same is true during the Spring Festival. Starting tomorrow, it’s up to you whether to add more updates. If you dare to vote for me today and put me in the top fifty, maybe I will get excited and do twenty updates tomorrow.