Luo Chen is like a ferocious beast from ancient times, with blood-red eyes and sharp nails.
He stared at Ye Junlin, and from time to time, he let out a roar like a demon wolf in his throat, and slowly pressed towards Ye Junlin.
On Ye Junlin's body, the monstrous sword energy suddenly surged, like the monstrous white waves rolled up by the sea, released layer by layer.
Luo Chen didn't flinch at all, his beast-like eyes became more fierce, and the black mysterious energy on the ten slender nails was like ten poisonous spiritual snakes, spitting out slender letters, staring at Ye Junlin eagerly.
Ye Junlin suddenly felt a terrifying sense of oppression, slowly coming to his heart, and his body suddenly became a little sluggish.
"Be careful, you have fallen into his 'illusion'." A soul wave came from the red ghost golden mirror.
"Then what should I do?" Ye Junlin gritted his teeth and said with difficulty.
"Don't look into his eyes again, and stimulate your own nerves." Guiyou said.
"good."
Ye Junlin responded, and his eyes suddenly moved away from Luo Chen's face. A sword energy shot out from his fingers and scratched his calf hard.
There was like a tiny flash of lightning in his mind, instantly waking him up from his drowsiness. On Ye Junlin's calf, a drop of blood slipped from a tiny blood mark. His body instantly regained its flexibility.
Ten strands of black mysterious energy formed a grimace and flew towards him at this moment.
Ye Junlin raised the stainless steel sword high above his head, and then slashed hard at the terrifying face.
The colorful sword energy was constantly surging on the stainless steel sword, and the strong wind stirred up by countless sword energy made the clothes of the two people rustle.
The big sword, wrapped in sword energy, arrived suddenly.
The moment Ghostface came into contact with the big sword, he was torn apart by the overwhelming sword energy.
A flash of fleeting shock flashed across Luo Chen's face, and his expression became serious. Apparently he realized that the opponent in front of him was different from the four 'bastards' just now.
A strange smile flashed across Luo Chen's face, and then he waved his hands violently.
Ten slender nails were danced by him, and countless black energy slowly stirred up from behind him, like a mushroom cloud, slowly gathering behind Luo Chen, and finally condensed into a
A huge grimace.
"Devil Cry Claw!"
Luo Chen roared loudly, and his long and slender nails drew out several black rays like lightning. These black rays appeared in mid-air and instantly formed tiny grimaces. The shapes of the little grimaces were actually the same as those of lightning.
The big grimace behind Luo Chen is exactly the same.
Looking at the big and small faces, Ye Junlin was fearless. He held the stainless steel sword in his hand and swung it suddenly to meet Luo Chen's 'Devil Crying Claw'.
"Sword One, Break the Wind."
In the 'Sword Soul' in his hand, countless sword energies were suddenly moved. These sword energies were surging, as if even the biting cold wind was about to tear them apart.
The monstrous sword energy formed sharp arrows, flying towards those ghostly faces.
The sword energy condensed into arrows and instantly cut through the little faces. The little faces let out a wailing sound, and then disappeared.
And those arrows, after slicing through the little ghost's face, still retained their power. They gathered together and formed a huge arrow as big as an adult's arm, shooting towards the big ghost face behind Luo Chen.
"boom!"
The arrow hit the big ghost face, and in an instant, streaks of blood bloomed like fireworks, scattering in all directions. The big ghost face let out a heart-rending wail, and then turned into a ball of black light and retracted into Luo Luo.
Inside the body of dust.
A mouthful of blood spurted out of Luo Chen's mouth instantly. Luo Chen covered his head and let out a wailing cry. Obviously, Ye Junlin's attack just now seemed to have caused a lot of damage to him.
After a while, Luo Chen finally recovered.
He raised his head, his eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and the black energy overflowed from behind him again.
"I'm going to kill you." Luo Chen stared at Ye Junlin and said fiercely.
"Whatever." Ye Junlin's eyes were also extremely cold.
Luo Chen slowly took out the 'Red Bronze Flowing Water Sword' on his back, and countless black energy lingered on the sword from behind.
The red color of the Flowing Water Sword is no longer there, replaced by endless black energy. In the black energy, there seem to be countless resentful spirit beasts wailing. They seem to have infinite grievances. When they see Ye Junlin again, these beast souls
It was as if he had met his enemy, and he was so filled with hatred that he wished he could tear Ye Junlin into pieces right away.
"Are you anxious too?" Luo Chen looked at the roaring beast souls and couldn't help but laugh: "Don't be anxious, I'll let you drink blood right away."
Luo Chen raised the 'Red Bronze Flowing Water Sword', suddenly jumped into the air, and then struck Ye Junlin hard on the head.
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In the stands, the expressions of the three hall masters other than the 'Man-Monster Hall Master' had changed drastically at this moment. Their fingers were trembling constantly, as if they were remembering something extremely terrible. That thing was like
A nightmare, even after countless years, still haunts their hearts.
"Is that...'Monstrous Demonic Sword'?" The wretched Hall Master asked with great fear, his body trembling.
"Yes." The leader of the Shemale Hall nodded heavily, and his eyebrows became serious.
Although Ye Junlin didn't know what this 'Monstrous Demonic Sword' was, he knew that this sword technique was definitely coming from an evil person.
"Sword One, Break the Wind."
At this moment, all the profound energy in his body was mobilized by Ye Junlin. Ye Junlin no longer dared to have any reservations. The colorful profound energy wrapped up the endless sword intent and faced the 'monstrous magic sword'.
"boom!"
Two waves of mysterious energy, one black and one colorful, collided together, and a huge explosion spread out.
The powerful shock wave caused by the explosion directly razed the No. 1 arena to the ground, and even the battles in the No. 2 and No. 3 arenas were forced to be interrupted.
The explosion stirred up countless amounts of dust, like a heavy fog that filled the sky, instantly covering the area around Arena No. 1.
At this moment, the four hall masters suddenly stood up. Their eyes were full of astonishment, because they eagerly wanted to know who would win in this competition that transcended the 'Xuanmai Realm'.
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In other words, who will survive?
In Donglai Square, all the fighting has stopped, and everyone's eyes are fixed on the position of Arena No. 1, looking forward to what will happen next.
The smoke and dust dispersed little by little amid everyone's expectations.
Where the beacon smoke died down, the figures of two young men appeared.
One of them stood, the other -
Lying down.
The one standing was holding a stainless steel sword and was panting. It was obvious that he had exhausted too much profound energy in the previous battle.
There was no doubt that the person standing there was Ye Junlin. At this moment, his clothes were once again blown into tattered strips of cloth. Under the strips, there seemed to be countless runes flickering slowly.
"Fortunately, I have the 'Golden Silk Armor', otherwise I would have been seriously injured this time." Ye Junlin thought secretly.
At this moment, the 'Sword God Art' quietly began to operate in his body. Within a few reincarnations, the exhausted profound energy in his Dantian was filled again.
Ye Junlin walked up to Luo Chen, looked at him with complicated eyes, and murmured: "You guys are really scary."
Luo Chen was lying on the ground, unconscious. His body was covered with large and small wounds. They were traces left by Ye Junlin's sword energy.
Everyone was stunned at this moment.
It was really hard for them to accept that Luo Chen, who was known as the 'first person of the new generation', was defeated at the hands of an unknown young man.
The fat warrior's performance was the most exaggerated. He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, unable to say a word.
There was a glimmer of light in the eyes of the 'Master of the Human Demon Hall', and he was staring at Ye Junlin, thinking secretly: "Just now, was that the 'Sword Intent'?"