Suddenly, the ninety-seventh prince felt a chill on his neck.
Immediately, his eyes rotated involuntarily, quickly from high to low, straight to the ground, and fixed on a scene coming sideways.
The ninety-seventh prince froze instantly.
He stretched out his hand to touch his head, but found nothing, only blood on his hand.
"I was beheaded?"
As soon as this thought passed through Prince Chang Jiuqi's mind, several bolts of thunder roared down, fell on him, and knocked him far away.
With a bang, it hit the ground hard.
There was green smoke all over his body, and a huge black pit appeared at the site where the lightning struck. His soul was shaking violently, as if he was in extreme pain.
But Chang Jiuqi didn't pay attention to this, because when he flew out, his vision suddenly returned to the normal perspective.
The consciousness in the severed head disappeared and returned to the soul.
"My physical head has been chopped off, but my spiritual head has not been chopped off!"
Prince Chang Ninety-seven realized this, and his already desperate mood instantly returned to ecstasy.
But he also realized the seriousness.
Although the soul was not decapitated, two-thirds of it was cut off, leaving only the last third attached to the body.
Obviously, the attacker wanted to cut off his physical body and soul's head with one sword, killing him completely. However, due to lack of strength, he only cut off the physical head, but not the soul's head.
Although this also caused his soul to suffer another critical attack and his injuries were extremely serious, it would be fine as long as he didn't die.
"Damn mouse, I finally found you! Go to hell!"
Prince Chang Jiuqiu immediately left his body, roared angrily, and punched his headless body hard.
What he blasted was not his own body, but the shadow beneath it.
Although Chen Hao was deeply hidden, how could Prince Chang Jiuqiu, as a monk in the integration stage, not notice it now that he had taken action?
Even if Chen Hao superimposed forgetfulness and neglect, it was of no use.
Chen Hao immediately moved out of the shadows, but did not hide immediately. Instead, he waved his magical flying sword and fiercely attacked Prince Chang Jiuqiu.
He had just taken advantage of the fact that the Ninety-seventh Prince was about to resist the Lightning Strike Talisman, and in the shadow behind him, he used the Reverse Slash, using all his strength to create a sharp edge.
Prince Chang Jiu-seven has been struck by lightning for a long time. Not only has his magic power been exhausted, but his body and soul have also been seriously injured. He will definitely not be able to resist his attack as easily as before.
What's more, Chen Hao's use of Reverse Path Slash greatly enhanced his power, which was not weaker than the strike of the Thunder Strike Talisman.
Sure enough, this sharp edge cut off the head of the ninety-seventh prince without any suspense.
But an accident still happened. The sky-splitting edge only chopped off the physical head of Prince Chang Jiu-seven, but it did not chop off the soul's head, only two-thirds of it was chopped off.
Chen Hao also did not expect that even though Prince Chang Jiuqi was seriously injured and his magic power was basically exhausted, his soul would still be so powerful.
I can only sigh that the power of the combined period is really strong.
Fortunately, although he failed to kill the ninety-seventh prince's soul, once the physical body died and the soul left the body, Chen Hao did not need to be bound by the physical body and could escape directly.
At this time, the powerful power brought by the Reverse Path Slash was still continuing, and Chen Hao naturally would not give up just yet.
Today, no matter what, I will kill the ninety-seventh prince! "You bastard! I will tear you apart!"
Prince Chang Jiuqiu gritted his teeth, and without evading, he waved his fist directly towards Chen Hao's flying sword.
All of his clothes were burned clean by thunder and fire. He didn't know where the storage bag had fallen. He didn't have time to find it, so he could only fight Chen Hao with his fists.
Although he was seriously injured, he could see that Chen Hao was only at the peak of his initial stage of becoming a god. How could he take him seriously with such a low level of cultivation?
Bang! The magic flying sword and the fist of Prince Chang Jiuqi collided hard, making an extremely loud sound of gold and iron.
Intangible and terrifying energy instantly erupted from the exchange of fists and flying swords, sweeping across the entire room like a hurricane.
Prince Chang Jiuqiu's expression suddenly changed, from furious to shocked, and then from shocked to incredulous.
He saw that Chen Hao was only at the peak level of cultivation in the early stage of divine transformation, but the power from the flying sword was not what the peak cultivation level in the early stage of divine transformation should be.
That is at least the peak of the late stage of Xuefeng refining! How is this possible! Although in normal times, the peak of the late stage of Xuefeng refining is not looked down upon by him, but at this moment, under the continuous serious injuries, Chen Hao's power has become a fatal threat to him.
"You..." Prince Chang Jiuqiu had just uttered one word, but he could no longer hold back, and blood spurted out and flew out.
His magic power was almost at its limit, but Chen Hao was at the peak of his powers. He couldn't bear it when faced head-on.
Boom! Boom! In the air, the lightning strike talisman with little energy left sent out the last two golden thunderbolts, which hit the ninety-seventh prince's soul hard, and finally broke into pieces, turning into debris all over the sky, and then dissipated.
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The soul of the ninety-seventh prince fell to the ground, blood spurting out.
There is no blood in the Yuan Shen. What Prince Chang Ninety-seven sprayed was actually his own life essence. Not only was the Yuan Shen no longer solidified, but it was also getting weaker and darker, and was even diverging on its own.
After being hit hard continuously, he was truly at the end of his rope.
Although there are still some trump cards, they are all placed in the storage bag. Now that the storage bag is not around, it cannot be used at all.
Prince Chang Jiu-seven still didn't give up. Although he couldn't move his whole body, he moved his fingers gently and made a small pinch.
As if being guided by the guidance, the blood spurted out unexpectedly did not fall to the ground. Instead, it gathered together and formed a blood ball. It wrapped Prince Chang Jiuqiu inside, turned into a ball of blood, and rushed out.
Blood Escape Technique! This is the Blood Escape Technique used by monks in the Fusion Stage to explode their vitality. It is extremely fast! Of course, this cannot last long, or even only a few breaths at most, before all the life essence will be exhausted.
But Prince Chang Jiuqiu didn't want to escape, but wanted to escape from the palace.
As long as he escapes from the palace and goes outside the palace, it is the public boundary of the palace. The formation has records and someone is watching secretly. It is impossible for Chen Hao to dare to chase down a top royal family with brilliant achievements and the ability to compete for the throne under such circumstances, unless
Chen Hao himself was dying.
Although this would make him look miserable and the impact would be very bad, the ninety-seventh prince couldn't care less.
What could be more important than your own life?
However, Chen Hao had already anticipated the thoughts of Prince Chang Jiuqiu. He was faster, and Chen Hao was even faster. He used his shadow ability and fell into the shadow of blood in an instant, and then swung out the magical flying sword.
"Ah..." Amidst the shrill screams, the ninety-seventh prince's soul was instantly cut off and split into two pieces. With countless blood splashing, it landed at the entrance of the palace with a snap.
There was only one step away from the outside of the palace... The upper body of the ninety-seventh prince looked at the very close threshold, and the light in his eyes slowly dimmed.