Chapter 537: Clearing the revenge, breaking the resentment

After another fierce attack, Luo Dixing, who was shocked again, had a trace of extreme hideousness on his pale face. He was isolated in the snow and suddenly bleeding all over his body. He was slowly spreading his arms in the endless blood light, as if he was waiting for something.

The strong bloody smell soon attracted the monsters moving around. One by one, the monsters rushed up, bit his neck and his limbs... Luo Dixing let many monsters bite him, and the pain faintly flashed on his face was not as cruel as the one in his eyes.

"Take heaven and earth as the furnace, and worship my flesh and blood... the demon swallows all living beings!"

At this moment, the bodies of those monsters were assimilated into a pool of blood in the countercurrent blood light, and the blood was quickly absorbed by Luo Dixing, and the previously bitten limbs grew again. At the same time, the broken limbs actually brought some characteristics of the group of monsters...

Ye Shuo's eyes became a little solemn when he saw this scene. I don't know where he learned this evil technique. He actually let the monsters devour their flesh and blood, and then turned the power of these monsters into his own...

No, what is more important now is that such a massacre in the group of monsters is likely to attract the anger of those monster kings, and even if you are involved, you will be involved!

He had to stop him! Ye Shuo rushed forward immediately, but before he could get close to Luo Dixing, he was directly flew back several feet by the surging energy. He could only watch the other party gathering energy to form. When the tumbling demonic energy settled, the dangerous aura entrenched on him had surpassed him!

Luo Dixing raised a pair of blood-red eyes, smiled coldly at him, and his figure slowly disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared next to Ye Shuo across the space, swept him away with one kick, and hit the mountain wall not far away.

Before Ye Shuo could breathe, Luo Dixing released another series of black spiritual power balls, impacting the mountain wall so that snow was flying around and white mist was filled with white mist.

The yin energy flashed, and a figure passed through the Mangmang Xue'ai, raised his hand to grab Ye Shuo's hair, and pressed him from mid-air to the ground.

"Ye Shuo, do you have only this ability? This will make me unable to even kill you..." In the complete suppression, Luo Dixing laughed wildly, raised his hand and blurted out a long sword condensed from black gas, and slashed at Ye Shuo.

Ye Shuo's body rotated, raising up many waves of fire, forming a solid flame barrier. Luo Dixing's attack was more fierce, but he could not break through the flame's defense.

"Hmph, have you cut enough?" After a while, the flame condensed into a human form again. Ye Shuo straightened up and sneered, "If you cut enough, it's my turn now-"

A huge spiritual power spiral was unfolded above his head. The spiritual energy, demon energy, demon energy and evil energy all gathered and were absorbed by the spiritual power spiral. The four qi of heaven and earth were all infused into Ye Shuo's body.

"You...you are crazy..." Luo Dixing was speechless. How can different types of source energy be shared? If you forcefully absorb it, the result will only be a body explosion. Even if you are himself, you never dare to fight to this point...

Various sources of energy intertwined in Ye Shuo's body and slowly merged into one. He also raised his head with a sneer and a bit of pity mixed with hatred in his gloomy smile.

"Luo Dixing, you are not the only one in this world. It seems that I am more cruel than you."

Suddenly, Ye Shuo rushed up quickly, and a concentrated forbidden spell was wrapped around the tip of the fist, and when his chest hit Luo Dixing.

"Wow—"

The Yin Qi, which was protecting Luo Dixing's body, dissipated under this punch, and the remaining force in that punch poured on his body without reservation under his horror...

...

Like a flying shell, Luo Dixing hit the mountain wall behind him hard, and two darts that followed passed through his palms, nailing him to the snow cliff in a hanging posture.

"The genius of the Poyue Sect once became so embarrassed now." Ye Shuo fell back to the ground and walked towards him step by step.

"Don't mention any genius to me!" Luo Dixing whistled hysterically, "He is the genius, the person who was destroyed by you is the genius!"

At this time, Ye Shuo had already stood in front of him, looking down at him coldly, lifting his fist and slamming him heavily in the face.

This person owes too much blood debt to Xuantian Sect. Even if he dies, he is not qualified to die happily.

One punch, then another, all the angry heavy punches accumulated on Ye Shuo and kept falling on Luo Dixing. Soon his whole body was stained with blood, and the blood light reflected in Ye Shuo's eyes also made his venting even more crazy.

Xu Yuan stood aside in a daze. He didn't expect that Ye Shuo, who had always treated people with gentleness and politeness, would have such a cruel side... It can be seen how deep the hatred he suppressed in his heart was.

Luo Dixing always said nothing. It is meaningless to be successful and defeated. It is difficult to beg for mercy from the enemy. If you want to blame, you may have to blame your own incompetence.

And a sense of sadness surged in his heart at the end of his life.

Once upon a time, I wanted to become stronger, I wanted to stand at the top and be respected by thousands of people... Until I met him, my goal became to chase behind him... At all times, every time I achieved a small achievement, I would immediately compare it with him. I even thought that maybe in the future we two could stand at the peak of the spiritual cultivation world together...

The iron fist of hatred was still falling, and two tears gradually slid down Luo Dixing's eyes.

He has always been strong and never shows weakness to anyone. But at this moment, he was crying for the feeling of powerlessness in front of his enemy.

In the snow and ice, tears quickly formed into ice. The coolness penetrated the heart and eroded the bones.

"I... everything! It's all about him... Even if I win the whole world, if I can't defeat him with my own hands, I will still not be the best in the world! Because I know that there is a person who will always be better than me... He is my opponent and my most important friend! Now that you have ruined his life, you have ruined my dreams..."

Luo Dixing was crying, and this passage kept pressing deep in his heart. At the last moment, he no longer had the chance to say to the person far away. The only thing he heard his heart was the enemy in front of him.

Ye Shuo was unmoved. Maybe he had his pity, but was he not pitiful to his master and other brothers who died under him? How innocent were they?

"Have you left the last words?...Anyway, you no longer have the chance to win the whole world. Let's end it here, along with your decadent dreams-"

A ball of fire lingered on Ye Shuo's fist, and a punch was blown out, directly piercing through Luo Dixing's chest, and the force reached the opposite stone wall.

"Puff-wha..." The heart was hurt hard, Luo Dixing opened his mouth and spitted a lot of blood, and his vitality quickly subsided from his eyes.

At this time, he knew that he was finished. He had promised Mo Liangcheng and never had the chance to do it again...

Ye Shuo stared at him coldly until he confirmed that the damage of the flame was enough to completely destroy his internal organs, and then slowly pulled back his arm. At this time, his entire sleeve was stained with blood.

What remained on Luo Dixing's chest was a shocking blood hole, and there were still burning scorch marks from the flames on the outer edge.

Ye Shuo raised his legs coldly and shot him down from the mountain road. He fell over the snow cliffs and fell in front of Yinfeng Stream.

Luo Dixing lay coldly in the snow, almost dying. Sometimes he had difficulty coughing up blood, and it accumulated a pool of blood in his ears. At the same time, the fatal wounds behind him were still gushing out. The blood spread to all sides, like a thrilling flower, leaving him in a strong pool of blood.

Although this situation is bound to die, many things will still change before the end. Ye Shuo will not leave here until he really sees him take his last breath.

The silence continued to spread. I don’t know how long it took, Ye Shuo’s eyes suddenly condensed. He saw that Luo Dixing had moved! And he was working hard to move towards Yinfengjian!

Without hesitation, Ye Shuo immediately flew down from the edge of the cliff. But just in the blink of an eye, Luo Dixing had already stood up slowly by holding the cave wall of Yinfengjian.

"Even if I die, I will never die in your hands..."

Regardless of the fact that his whole body had been shattered by the violent gale wind, Luo Dixing's scattered eyes gradually condensed a trace of hatred.

"I heard that after the people on the spiritual world continent die, they still have souls? Then, even if I become a ghost, I will definitely crawl out of hell again to seek revenge for you!! Wait for me!!" Looking at the bottomless Yin Fengjian, I glanced at Ye Shuo, and then ruthlessly, and jumped down.

Ye Shuo naturally would not let him escape from his control, and followed him and chased into Yinfeng Storm. But as soon as he stepped in, the sharp wind forced him to retreat. Looking at the arm that had been blocked in front of him, a large piece of blood mark had been broken.

"..." Ye Shuo could be sure that the previous attack had shattered Luo Dixing's heart. Now he fell into Yinfeng Ridge again. It should be only a matter of time before he died. Then, there was no need to take this risk to chase him again.

"Is he dead?" Xu Yuan had stood beside him at some point.

Ye Shuo should have his own reasons for being so cruel to someone. Although it did shock him a lot, it was a grudge from others and he had no intention of interfering.

"...Diet." Ye Shuo breathed a deep breath. He finally watched this great enemy die in front of him with his own eyes. Master, and all the fellow brothers, can finally rest in peace.

In the cold and yin wind stream, a tiny light fell all the way under the interweaving of the strong wind, and fell to the bottom, and a cross-shaped corner was deeply inserted on the ground.

The master died, and the golden needle of the Yuan Breaking is permanently buried in this isolated darkness.

The sharp edges and corners reflect a cold and cold light, and the blood flows quietly along the needle surface and slides into countless snow gravels. The blood slowly dissipates on the snow, and the magnificent bright red embellishes the pure whiteness, turning into a different kind of sadness.
Chapter completed!