Only two very close explosions were heard, and the two sword edges were smashed into ashes by Ye Chen's fist!
And Uncle Chang Sheng, who only had a pair of red pants all over his body, had just ran ten feet away. He originally used his sword and ran for his life without looking back, but after hearing two explosions, a thought suddenly flashed in his heart.
A touch of excitement!
These two explosions are obviously different from the explosions made when the sword edge was collided with the soul-piercing blade just now. These two explosions are more like the sounds made by the sword edge hitting the target's body!
"Could it be...could it be that Ye Chen didn't avoid my sneak attack?!"
As soon as Uncle Changsheng thought of this, he was overjoyed!
He subconsciously looked back to see if Ye Chen had been injured by the two swords. If so, he might be able to cut off Ye Chen's head by pursuing the victory!
However, the moment he looked back, he suddenly discovered that Ye Chen's sharp-edged and extremely cold face was only less than two battles away from him!
Ye Chen actually caught up with him!
At this moment, Uncle Chang Sheng was so frightened that he turned around and tried to escape with all his strength, but he heard Ye Chen shouting from behind him again: "Thunder is coming!!"
The next second, Chang Shengbo felt another thunderbolt hit his Tianling Cap accurately!
His legs suddenly went weak, and his running body instantly lost its balance. After staggering a few steps, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.
This thunderbolt split his red underpants into powder, and even split all the hair on his body into ashes, leaving large burning marks on his skin!
Since Chang Shengbo ran back ten feet and rolled back several times, he was now less than ten feet away from Yun Ruge who was hiding in the dark.
Seeing Uncle Chang Sheng's disheveled appearance, Yun Ruge subconsciously closed her eyes and didn't dare to look again.
Uncle Chang Sheng, who was sitting on the grass with his bare buttocks, felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Although his body was not fatally injured, it was already on the verge of collapse. Just like a weightlifter who had exhausted his energy, his body could hardly exert any more strength in a short period of time.
How can Uncle Chang Sheng still be as high-spirited as he was just now?
His limbs were still twitching due to the electric current, and coupled with his lack of clothes, he looked like a wretched old pervert.
The wooden sword in his hand even fell to the ground due to uncontrollable trembling.
Seeing him in such a mess, Ye Chen couldn't help but think to himself: "Lin Wan'er said I was in danger, but this old dog is no match for me at all. Could it be that she made a miscalculation?"
Thinking of this, he no longer thought about the hexagrams, but walked up to Uncle Chang Sheng, looked down at him, and asked coldly: "When you killed my parents twenty years ago, did you ever think that there would be
today!"
Chang Shengbo stared blankly at Ye Chen in front of him. Seeing that his expression remained unchanged and showed no change at all, he suddenly felt a surge of great fear and despair in his heart.
For the first time in hundreds of years of practicing Taoism, he felt the fear of death.
Deep in his heart, he suddenly had an intuition that his century-old practice might be lost in Ye Chen's hands.
Twenty years ago, he killed his father. Could it be that today, twenty years later, he was really going to die by his hands?!