The figure standing on the ruins, thunder exploded all around him, smoke and dust on both sides of his body overflowed, and half of the whites of his eyes had turned completely black.

He slowly raised a finger, and the thunder light gathered towards the center as if it had been absorbed. Soon it turned into a dark blue light cluster, and the sparks that burst from time to time still showed the power of the force.

"Is this the power of the Origin Thunder? It's the first time I've seen ......."

Ye Shuo muttered and raised his head slowly. There were a few traces of blood on his face, but his gaze was as cold as a knife. At first glance, it looks a little more demonic than Luo Di Xing.

Luo Di Xing's face was cloudy, and he watched Ye Shuo blow lightly on his fingertips, and then his body turned, throwing the light cluster condensed by the power of thunder towards him.

Luo Dixing did not dodge, and raised his hand to block. The power of thunder touched his palm, and sure enough, it was blocked out by the airflow shield, and finally disappeared inch by inch. His heels, however, never moved a step backwards.

Zila-

A layer of pale white smoke rose from the place where the two collided, and Luo Dixing also clenched his palms at the same time, feeling the pain that only he could experience, and secretly hated it in his heart. The next moment, he was already leaning down sharply, his palms slamming on the ground.

The earth shook, and it seemed as if dragons were scurrying underground, waiting to break through the ground. A large number of formations were intertwined and entangled, hooking the law of origin, the power of order descended, and the sound of the Great Dao Lun roared, with Ye Shuo as the center, turning the entire square into a huge magic circle.

Luo Dixing's eyes were grim, and a drop of blood floated out from his fingertips, blending into the formation pattern, like the finishing touch, and the entire magic circle immediately shone brightly. What was amazing was that those horizontal formations seemed to come to life, accompanied by layers of blood and light, and at the same time, they rose from the ground and surged towards Ye Shuo.

Ye Shuo couldn't dodge, and it didn't take long for him to be submerged in blood lines, and his voice was silent, like a wrapped blood cocoon.

The vigilance on Luo Dixing's face was still unabated, and his aura had already weakened significantly. Since breaking through to the Tongtian Realm, it has been a long time since there has been a battle, and he can't take it after so much effort. But somehow, he always felt that things were going to change......

After a long silence, the blood cocoon suddenly began to tremble violently. Luo Di Xing was forced to stop pranayama and pull the seal, reinforcing the shackles of the formation.

"Boom-"

Above the blood cocoon, a devouring vortex suddenly unfolded, absorbing the four qi of heaven and earth gushing from the spring. For the demonic energy and demonic energy that humans can't easily touch, they actually don't refuse to come, and they are full of shock when they see that both camps are shocked.

Under the supply of massive source qi, the devouring vortex continued to expand, and even the blood-colored order divine pattern was extracted by the roots and flew upside down, becoming the feed for the vortex. In just a moment, Ye Shuo's spiritual power has already completed an extreme sublimation in the midst of blood. The darkness in his eyes is also even deeper.

"Don't struggle anymore. My brothers, you've been waiting underground for too long!"

Luo Dixing stared straight at the enemy opposite, and for a long time, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying. As if he had made up his mind, he slowly raised his hand and placed it in front of his right eye, volleying it into the air......

A bloody light suddenly rushed out from his pupils, like lightning speed, sweeping in all directions, and it was already a circle in an instant, and when it hit Ye Shuo's body, the speed doubled sharply, and with a "poof" sound, it passed through his chest and drilled out of the back of his heart. Turning straight in mid-air, this time through the back and out of the chest. The blood splattered by Biao was not as good as the blood light shuttling disease.

Everyone in the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall was shocked. What the hell is that blood light? It's ridiculously fast, and looking at the fact that it can easily penetrate Ye Shuo's defenses, its power is obviously not weak. As Ye Shuo's clothes were stained red with blood, the hearts of all the disciples were tightened, how do you look at this, they have all reached the level of fatal injuries?

On the side of Yin Wind and Hell, he was obviously relieved, and his face once again rose with a long-lost joy. This trick is the clearest of them, it can be called the killer weapon of the Ghost Emperor, no matter how difficult the opponent is in the past, even if it is also an old monster of the third order of Tongtian, as long as this trick is used, it is a person blocking and killing, and the Buddha is blocking and killing the Buddha, and he has never been defeated! It seems that today, on this list, there is another person!

In a series of hollow muffled sounds, countless blood holes had appeared around Ye Shuo's body, but he was still powerless. Eventually, the blood light flew through and turned into a bloody whip in front of him, and he slammed it down, sweeping him into the ruins of the house with a single blow.

Luo Di Xing was overjoyed, and without waiting for Ye Shuo to struggle, his hands were raised, and strings of half-moon-shaped spiritual power swords descended one after another, exploding everywhere. After completely burying the ruins, he continued to seal frantically, and patches of law divine patterns appeared in the sky, like stars shining.

In this sky of light and shadow, the sharpest sword light was manifested, standing in the center, and the coercion spread, resembling the Eternal Lord. Luo Dixing's figure flickered, and he turned into a shadow, which was in line with the sword light. Immediately after, under his control, the sword light tore through the sky, shattering the space along the way, and slashing straight down towards Ye Shuo, blood and water spilled......

After a while, the sword gradually dispersed, and Luo Dixing also turned into a human form in the clearing again.

Ye Shuo, who was lying on the ground, had a huge crack cut from his forehead to his abdomen, and blood gushed out. Fused with the original blood and water, several holes around the body can be faintly distinguished. No matter how you look at it, it's already too dead to die.

"Brother Ye!" Yang Qingxin exclaimed in surprise and collapsed into Yang Chao's arms. The other disciples were also full of grief and indignation, he came back to save everyone! He died for us......

Luo Dixing gasped violently, but he never moved, nor did he return to the celebratory procession of the Yin Wind Hell. He's going to watch here until he's confirmed the death of this old enemy—

Ye Shuo was still lying on the ground, without any breath. Only those crazy bloods record a life that once existed.

After a long time, Luo Dixing seemed to finally let go of his heart, he exhaled softly and turned around.

However, before he could take a step, the exclamations of the two camps suddenly changed, which made him suddenly feel an ominous premonition. No need to be reminded by anyone, hurriedly look back.

The scene in front of him almost made him even pop out his eyes.

Ye Shuo's wound was actually healing on its own at a visible speed. The size of the crack shrank, as if there were invisible needles and threads inside him, sewing the cracked flesh back together.

Also restored, there is also his breath. From weakness to the loss of spiritual power, it is gradually climbing upward. If you listen closely, you can still make out the heartbeat that rings in his chest.

Plop, plop –

Luo Dixing opened his mouth and stammered, his face completely distorted.

"No...... No, death, body, body?"

(End of chapter)