Xie Purou's voice exploded with fierce energy, and the tail tone was full of undeniable stubbornness. "Senior sister, don't come over! I will fight this battle myself!"
When she flipped her wrist, the long sword shook out three scarlet sword flowers, blocking Shiwen's simple sword and retreating steadily, her eyes burning with unquenchable fighting spirit!
The battle on Senior Sister's side has long been settled, but she has just touched the threshold of a fierce battle. If Senior Sister intervenes at this moment, wouldn't this newly ignited enthusiasm be completely chilled?
Youruo in the distance is floating in the void, its delicate little feet are not wearing shoes, and its plain white fingertips are carelessly twisting a falling dead leaf, with a faint smile on its lips.
Her "Can you help me" just now was just a casual question. There was no intention of intervening in her clear eyes. She just looked at the two people fighting in the field quietly, as if they were watching an interesting show.
Shen Jianyang on the other side was frozen in place, the cold sweat on his fingertips had already soaked into his clothes, and his pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead due to the extreme shock.
The scene where Youruo killed Young Master Chen just now was still playing over and over in his mind!
The sharp sound when the fingertip air blade glowing with cold light cut through the air, the tragic scene of Young Master Chen's body disintegrating into blood mist, and the way the Middle Stage God King girl Yun Danfeng gently withdrew her attack, every scene hit him in the heart like a heavy hammer.
"Fuck...Young Master Chen is really dead???"
His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was filled with tremors of disbelief.
He is very aware of the strength of himself and Young Master Chen. They are both Late God King, and their moves and background are almost the same. In their usual fights, they are always evenly matched, and neither one can suppress the other.
But Youruo can kill Young Master Chen cleanly. Doesn't it mean that killing him is like picking something out of a bag?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Shen Jianyang felt a chill from the soles of his feet to the sky, and even the robe on his back was soaked tight with cold sweat.
In his past understanding, the gap between Middle Stage God King and later stages was like a chasm. Even if someone could cross the next level to challenge, they would have to rely on top magic weapons or secret techniques to barely compete.
But that seemingly fragile girl not only resisted, but also directly crushed Young Master Chen to death on the spot - this strength may not even be matched by the ordinary Peak Late God King!
"If she can kill Young Master Chen, she can definitely kill me..."
Shen Jianyang's teeth were chattering. This was the first time in his life that he had such a deep fear of someone whose level was lower than his own.
He subconsciously took half a step back, and he was filled with joy for the rest of his life: Fortunately, he didn't act on the two girls in a moment of confusion, otherwise the one who turned into blood mist at this moment might be himself!
"Even if I don't die in their hands, I will never survive if I offend Formless Divine Kingdom... Fortunately, I was more cautious and guessed their origins."
Shen Jianyang raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, his fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably. If he hadn't been overwhelmed by greed just now, he would be a dead man by now.
Shiwen, who was fighting with Xie Purou in the field, did not have time to watch the whole process of Young Master Chen's fall, but at the moment when the fatal air blade exploded, he could clearly feel a bone-chilling heart palpitation that penetrated through the pores of his limbs and bones.
That is a threat warning from deep within the soul!
He clenched the knife almost instinctively, and the calluses on his palms were sore from the handle.
If the attack just now fell on him, he would have no chance of surviving. I am afraid that even his physical body would disintegrate into a mist of blood just like Young Master Chen.
Young Master Chen's death shocked him, but now he didn't even have the time to be afraid - Xie Purou's long sword was piercing his throat with a scarlet electric light!
The sword wind was filled with crackling electricity, forcing him to retreat in embarrassment.
It was during this moment of distraction that a red electric light as thick as an arm suddenly came from the side. The electric light passed through the air with an ear-piercing explosion, which scared Shiwen so much that the hair on his body stood on end. In a hurry, he could only block it with his sword.
"Clang!"
The crunching sound of gold and iron made Shiwen's mouth numb, and there was even a burnt black mark on the knife from the electric light.
Xie Purou's sneer followed, with a hint of mockery. "You dare to lose your focus when you fight me? You're courting death!"
Her wrist flew, and the long sword seemed to turn into a scarlet lightning, sometimes slashing, sometimes stabbing, each move was packed with fierce electric current, forcing Shiwen to retreat continuously, and the stone slabs under his feet were broken into pieces by his steps.
The pressure on my chest became heavier and heavier. Shiwen felt that my chest was tight, and a suffocating anger surged in my chest.
In his life, he has hunted countless masters and taken away the physical essence of countless people. In the past, he played with his prey like a cat and a mouse. When was it his turn to be forced into such an embarrassing situation by a little girl?
"Get out of my way!!!"
Shiwen roared suddenly, and after dodging Xie Purou's sword that pierced the heart, he took three steps back.
He took a deep breath, and the Spiritual Power in his body rushed to his throat crazily. His face, which was originally flushed, instantly turned the color of pig liver, and even the veins on his forehead were pulsing.
The next second, he opened his mouth suddenly, and a red sound wave as thick as blood suddenly erupted from his mouth. Wherever the sound wave passed, ripples were visible to the naked eye in the surrounding air, and even the gravel on the ground was shaken slightly.
As soon as the blood-thick sound wave left the body, it swept away with an ear-splitting roar! The air was torn apart by the sound wave, making a sharp sound like the tearing of cloth. The gravel on the ground seemed to be lifted up by an invisible giant hand, spinning and smashing in the direction of Xie Purou.
Wherever the sound wave passed, even the branches and leaves of ancient trees in the distance were shaking violently. Several old leaves were directly shaken to pieces and turned into powder and scattered in the air.
Xie Purou The smile on his face disappeared instantly, and only the fierce fighting spirit remained in his eyes.
She could clearly feel the impact of soul power contained in the sound wave, and even her soul was trembling slightly. If she were an ordinary Middle Stage God King monk, she would have been shaken to her core by the sound of "Battle Roar Shakes the Soul"!
But instead of retreating, she flipped her wrist, and a dazzling crimson thunder light condensed in her palm. The thunder light beat wildly in her palm, and the crackling electric current became louder and louder, gradually overshadowing the roar of the sound waves.
"Well done!"
Xie Purou shouted low, pushed his arm forward suddenly, and the thunder light in his palm suddenly surged, turning into a red thunderbolt as thick as a bucket, and blasted out like a thunder dragon falling from the sky.
Wherever the thunder passed, the air was scorched and distorted, and the ground was even burned with a black mark. The crackling sound collided with the sound wave of Shiwen, and an even more terrifying movement instantly erupted.
"Boom--!!!"
The moment the two forces collided in mid-air, air waves visible to the naked eye spread out around the collision point.
The surrounding ancient trees were uprooted by the air waves, and the thick trunks were broken into several pieces in the air, and they hit the ground with a loud and dull sound.
The sound waves and the thunder kept fighting and tearing apart. The red sound waves were knocked back by the thunder, and the thunder gradually dimmed under the impact of the sound waves!
Xie Purou stood behind Lei Lei, his robes were blown by the air waves, and the broken hair on his forehead was stuck to his cheeks, but his palms still firmly supported the power of Lei Lei, and his eyes were fixed on Shiwen opposite.
Shiwen's face turned redder, and the Spiritual Power in his body rushed to his throat crazily, trying to make the sound wave stronger. He did not expect that the "Battle Roar Shakes the Soul" he was so proud of was blocked by the opponent with a thunderbolt, and even seemed to be suppressed.