Zhu Hao looked at this scene and smiled with satisfaction.
In the field of vision, the Soul Sword completely submerged into Ye Chen's body, leaving no trace behind. It exerted all its power and cut Ye Chen's soul crazily.
Ye Chen, on the other hand, didn't make any movement at this moment. He stood on the same spot without even moving his fingers.
"You should feel extremely honored to die by my sword." Zhu Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at Ye Chen with the eyes of a dead person.
However, a moment passed.
Zhu Hao couldn't help but frowned. Why was Ye Chen not dead yet? He was still standing in the void, his body motionless. What was even weirder was that not only did he not wail or roar, even his breathing was so even and without any change.
"Are you wondering why I'm still alive?"
Suddenly, Ye Chen uttered a sentence, causing Zhu Hao's eyes to freeze slightly, and he said in great surprise: "What on earth is going on? Your soul should be cut off alive by the soul sword. Do you have anything?"
Hongmeng Lingbao, blocked that fatal sword?"
Zhu Hao was a little panicked. His mind changed and he immediately thought of this.
Yes, Ye Chen must have possessed the Hongmeng Spiritual Treasure and blocked the attack of the Soul Sword at the critical moment. This must be the fact.
"Sorry, you guessed wrong."
Ye Chen smiled faintly and stepped forward slowly. A misty light bloomed on his body and swept away like a strong wind, making Zhu Hao freeze there. His pupils were tightened and he could not say a word.
The words can only make a sound of "yeah".
This misty light was not unfamiliar to him. It could even be said that he was extremely familiar with it. It was the power of the soul.
how so?
Ye Chen, the ninth level of the True Dao, was actually able to control the power of the soul.
Moreover, the power emanating from him was even stronger than Zhu Hao, almost a hundred times stronger.
At this moment, Zhu Hao felt that he was completely confused. The common sense he believed in before was completely overturned. He stood like a wooden chicken, with no emotion in his eyes, only surprise.
The power of the soul is roaring crazily. At this moment, there is already endless soul power in the world.
The smile at the corner of his mouth was still bright. Ye Chen walked slowly towards Zhu Hao, looked at him, and said softly: "Didn't you just say that I don't know what the power of the soul is? Now that I see this scene, why?
Are you talking anymore?"
Snap!
Ye Chen's voice echoed in his ears, and Zhu Hao felt how harsh it was, as if an invisible palm slapped him on the face, making his whole body full of shame.
From beginning to end, Zhu Hao was like a clown, laughing and making a fool of himself in front of Ye Chen, but Ye Chen didn't regard him as a real opponent at all, because he, Zhu Hao, was not worthy at all.
boom!
As if the power of the soul was about to submerge the world, it exploded, dark light swept across, and finally condensed into a dark divine sword.
This sword is deep and restrained, but it contains a palpitating aura that makes Zhu Hao's breathing stop. Now that he thinks of what he just said, his body begins to twitch. The sword of the soul wants to seize the leaves.
Chen's life is really ridiculous and embarrassing.
"The grudge between you and me can finally end."
As the voice fell, a black sword light penetrated the void and sank directly into Zhu Hao's mind, cutting his fragile soul into pieces.
"it's over!"
The words Ye Chen said still echoed in the void, and also echoed in Zhu Hao's mind, becoming his funeral voice.
There was a pop.
Zhu Hao's body slowly fell down and landed on the ground, making a muffled sound. Other than that, not even a trace of smoke was raised.
In the void, the blue sky remains the same, and the breeze blows gently, as if the death of this peerless genius did not cause any waves and no one cares.
Ye Chen stared at Zhu Hao's body expressionlessly, his body suddenly trembled, his mouth opened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Soul Sword pierced into the mind and bombarded the Soul Suppressing Shield. It did not cause any damage to Ye Chen's soul. However, the power of the "Evil-killing Sword Manual" displayed by Zhu Hao was extremely amazing. It was already shocking.
Ye Chen's meridians suffered considerable trauma.
However, Ye Chen did not choose to stop immediately to recover from his injuries. After stuffing a few healing pills, he picked up the jade token on Zhu Hao's body and continued running forward.
In the second round of the dynasty battle, the most important thing is time.
If Ye Chen wants to get a seat in the top twelve, he must never stop and must keep moving forward to find the next opponent.
Hoo ho ho!
The body passed through the void, bringing with it a harsh sound that broke through the void.
Ye Chen glanced down at the sword marks on his body, but his eyes were extremely calm. He raised his head, and a dark halo appeared in front of him. After passing through it, the second battle would begin.
boom!
The true energy in his body suddenly exploded, Ye Chen passed through the halo and came to the second battlefield.
“It smells so good!”
Ye Chen sniffed the tip of his nose and immediately smelled a refreshing fragrance. What came into view was a vast plain with fragrant green grass and red flowers everywhere. From time to time, herds of beasts rushed past and rolled up.
Waves of smoke and dust, this scene, immediately give people a sense of peace of mind.
It was a pity that a bloody battle was about to take place amidst such beautiful scenery. Ye Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly at this.
"who!"
At this moment, Ye Chen's brows suddenly furrowed and he looked straight ahead with cold eyes.
There, a dark halo emerged, and a figure walked out of the halo. The pace of the person who came was not fast, it could even be said to be slow, but every time the other person took a step, Ye Chen's heart trembled violently.
Deep in my soul, there was a vague feeling of trembling.
"It seems that my luck is not very good today."
Ye Chen secretly said in his heart, every move of the coming person can affect his soul. It is obvious that this person has controlled the power of the soul, and is much smarter than Zhu Hao. He is obviously also a saint.
The strong man.
Among the forty-eight talented young people, twelve have entered the realm of the Holy Path.
In Ye Chen's first battle, he met Zhu Hao. Unexpectedly, in his second battle, he also encountered a strong man of the Holy Path.
call!
He let out a heavy breath, and the fighting spirit in Ye Chen's body burned brightly. He stared at the opponent indifferently and stepped out slowly.
The distance between the two of them is getting closer and closer.
The true energy in Ye Chen's body has been condensed to the extreme, and a ray of moonlight blooms, and he is about to rush out, kicking off the second battle.
"Ye Chen!"
A familiar voice came, making Ye Chen's eyes tremble and his body suddenly stopped.
He opened his eyes wide and looked deeply forward. The misty light that shrouded the other party slowly dissipated, revealing an exquisite and perfect face.
The person who came was a woman.
She is tall and slender, wearing a set of gorgeous starry clothes that perfectly accentuates her exquisite figure. Her long hair is as smooth as a waterfall and draped over her shoulders. As she steps forward, she sways slightly, creating a wave of excitement.
An intoxicating and captivating fragrance.
This fragrance is very unique, as if it can penetrate into the soul, like a dream, making people unable to extricate themselves for a long time.
Ye Chen never expected that the opponents he faced would be her, Xing Meng Ling Tong, and Su Mu.