Eight hundred and fortieth chapters soul-draining knife
Ye Chen took a step forward, his fighting spirit split the sky, and a blue light shot straight into the sky.
When Shi Duanyuan heard this, his eyes narrowed. He really didn't expect that Ye Chen would be so bold.
"Young man named Ye, how dare you commit the following crime?"
His eyes were wide open and his face was full of sternness.
In the Shi family, his status is supreme. It is unprecedented for him to be able to invite Ye Chen, an evil son of the Shi family. He believes that Ye Chen should be grateful. Who would have thought that not only did Ye Chen not take it to heart, but he also wants to express his gratitude to Ye Chen.
He takes action to destroy his clone?
"snort!"
Ye Chen snorted coldly and did not answer. Shi Duanyuan's response was his punch.
The fourth form of the Three Ultimate Fists, Zhenyu! As soon as it came up, Ye Chen showed no mercy. The Shi family members were already sentenced to death in his eyes. Except for Shi Xiuyun, he did not recognize any of the others.
Even if the gods descended to earth today, they could not stop Ye Chen from destroying his clone! Ye Chen punched him, and the air exploded. A passage was forcibly opened up in the dark night by the force of the punch. Below the green lake, the waves rolled back, but also by Ye Chen.
The external force of Chen's punch created a long ravine.
The power of one punch can divide the sky and cut off rivers! "Bastard!"
Shi Duanyuan's expression changed drastically. Although he was extremely angry at the moment, he was also shocked. Ye Chen's power was far beyond his imagination. When he appeared before, he even underestimated Ye Chen's strength.
A ray of light suddenly bloomed from his body, surrounding him like a fiery red sun, and finally turned into a red light shield.
"boom!"
The violent fist hit the red light shield, making a loud noise, and then sparks splashed in the sky, just like steel rubbing against each other.
"With your clone, can you stop me?"
Ye Chen's eyes were cold, the blue light on his body was strong again, and the power of his fists suddenly surged. The red light shield, unable to withstand such violent pressure, already produced an overwhelmed whine.
The next moment, under the witness of countless people in the Crystal Mansion, the red light shield shattered in the air, revealing Shi Duanyuan's embarrassed figure.
He took Ye Chen's punch forcefully, flew back, and the air wave exploded under his feet. This was because he drained part of Ye Chen's punch to his feet, but even so, he was still punched dozens of times by Ye Chen.
Ten feet away, his face was already ashen.
"Today, I will accept your clone!"
Ye Chen punched out, then took another step forward and punched out again.
The fifth form of Sanjue Fist, swallow the sun and moon! "Roar!"
This punch was mixed with the dragon energy that Ye Chen had absorbed in the Dragon Yuan Crystal, and a dragon roar spread through the sky. It was actually louder and more domineering than when Lin Tafeng used the Dragon Slaying Sword before.
Shi Duanyuan's expression changed again and again, the red light on his body flashed again, and he pushed out from between his palms.
"The palm of creation!"
This is one of the secret arts of the Shi family. Only the most core figures of the Shi family can come into contact with and practice it. Looking at the Four Symbols Sect and even the entire Xuanmen in the small world, this is the most top-notch combat method.
He didn't expect that at this moment he would actually use it to deal with a junior of the Shi family who was deep in the secular world! The red palm print covered the sky and appeared in the sky. Even the night sky was illuminated at this moment, just like the hand of a giant Buddha, it could
Suppress everything.
The two forces intersected in the sky, and the entire Green Lake began to shake violently, like an earthquake.
Most of the people in the Crystal Mansion were frightened and frightened. Whether it was Ye Chen or Shi Duanyuan, they were far beyond the understanding of these wealthy businessmen and nobles.
They were in awe and curious about this monstrous power. They wanted to escape but also wanted to stay and watch the whole process from beginning to end.
"Is this the so-called fighting technique of an immortal cultivator?"
Ye Chen swallowed the sun and the moon with one punch, but was blocked by Shi Duanyuan's palm. This actually surprised Ye Chen. Looking at the fiery red hand in front of him, he murmured softly.
This has gone beyond the scope of traditional martial arts. Whether it is the attraction of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or the use and control of his own true energy, it is far beyond any martial artist he has ever seen, even the Sixteenth Judge King, Long Ding
God, the Lord of Luowang, the most powerful person in the world, is also weaker than Shi Duanyuan.
Although Ye Chen didn't have any good impressions of the self-proclaimed guys like Little World, he had to admit that the immortal cultivators were indeed well-deserved! Shi Duanyuan blocked Ye Chen's punch, which did not make Ye Chen feel guilty.
Despite the slightest setback, the fighting spirit in his eyes became even stronger.
"So what if you are a cultivator?
I will still kill you!"
Only by leveling the road ahead can we see the world further away! In this small world, Ye Chen will one day drag him down from the altar, and this clone of Shi Duanyuan is just the beginning.
"Buzz!"
A loud sword cry suddenly resounded through the sky. Shi Duanyuan, who had just received Ye Chen's punch, suddenly changed his expression wildly.
"Lao Jiu, get out of the way!"
He shouted loudly, and at the same time, he chopped his feet violently, and dodged sideways as fast as possible. Shi Wuxu behind him, before he could react, saw a flash of sword light in front of him, passing by in the darkness.
"rub!"
Shi Wuxu's pupils widened, and his figure froze in mid-air. A ray of light appeared on his neck, and then turned into a gaping scar, and his head fell down.
"Laojiu!"
Shi Duanyuan was shocked and couldn't help but exclaimed. In the dark night, the sword light reappeared, and then turned into a blue lightsaber about a foot long, floating above Ye Chen's head.
Seeing this scene, Shi Wuxu's pupils shrank.
"This is... the sword of divine thought?"
"You... are actually practicing magic and martial arts?"
At this moment, Shi Duanyuan's expression completely changed.
Even immortal cultivators have their own strengths. Many immortal cultivators have always focused on conventional power. Some cultivate the physical body, some cultivate the soul, and some specialize in true energy.
Only with one specialization can one be extremely skilled! Of course, in the small world, there are also many people with extraordinary talents and dabble in several powers, but these geniuses, after all, focus on their most important
In terms of strength, major in one thing and minor in the other two.
But Ye Chen went against his common sense. Not only was his true energy power shocking, but the power of his soul was also so strong that he could even condense his mind into a sword and kill Shi Wuxu in an instant, even with Shi Wuxu's soul.
They were all shattered in an instant.
If he hadn't reacted to the sudden warning sign just now, I'm afraid his fate at this moment would be no different from Shi Wuxu's.
"This kid is an outlier who transcends common sense. If he cannot be used by the Shi family, he will definitely become a disaster for the Shi family in the future!"
He has already made up his mind about Ye Chen. This is the first time he has been frightened by a junior. Even someone as strong as Shi Xiuyun did not make him feel such a strong sense of threat.
While he was thinking, Ye Chen spoke again.
"You are able to condense your clone into a solid body, so your soul power must be extremely powerful. In this case, I will accept the soul power of your clone without mercy!"
"Use this divine soul of yours to sacrifice my magical power!"
As he finished speaking, the blue light blade suspended above his head suddenly changed color, with little flames entwining on it, and a touch of strange blood-red appeared on it.
The blade of spiritual thought, the soul-sucking knife!