Without any superfluous words, Zhang Ruochen attacked again. ︽，

"Nine stacks of elephant power. ”

The soul shadow of the martial soul and Zhang Ruochen's body almost fused together, and wisps of heaven and earth aura converged, and slapped out, bursting out with nine times the attack power.

Nine waves of qi, like water lines, layer after layer, converged in front of Zhang Ruochen's palm, forming a six-meter-long divine image phantom.

"Roar!"

As the power of the palm print was struck, a long howl of a brute beast sounded, shaking the underground secret chambers and falling pieces of rubble.

Hua Qingye had to get serious, spread his legs apart, bent his knees slightly, stood in a horse step, and punched a move.

It's a pity that he still underestimates Zhang Ruochen's current strength too much, that god idol phantom hit his body like a small mountain, but as soon as he fought, he was beaten backwards again, the blood qi in his body was churning, and the true qi in the meridians was disordered.

"It's so strong?"

In fact, Hua Qingye's strength is quite strong, how can he be a weak person who can step into the Fish and Dragon Realm? It's just that he broke an arm, which caused his combat power to drop a lot.

Previously, he was successfully attacked by Zhang Ruochen again, and suffered a lot of injuries, and his combat power was greatly reduced.

With his current strength, it is probably equivalent to thirty percent of his heyday.

"Huh!"

Zhang Ruochen continued to attack, and with a wave of his sword, he slashed towards the top of Hua Qingye's head.

"Zhang Ruochen, do you think that only you have a martial soul?"

Being pressed and beaten by a junior in the Heavenly Extreme Realm, Hua Qingye's heart was furious, and he released his martial soul.

He held his own identity and never used the power of the martial soul.

Now it's different, if you don't use the power of martial spirits, let alone suppress Zhang Ruochen, maybe you will be suppressed by Zhang Ruochen.

"Wow!"

A pillar of light rushed out from the top of Hua Qingye's head, and a grain of light condensed into a martial spirit, suspended above Hua Qingye's back.

Unleashed the martial spirit, Hua Qingye's strength finally fully exploded.

"Boom!"

With one blow, the two of them fell backwards at the same time.

"Whoa!"

Above, pieces of rubble kept falling, and this secret room seemed to be about to collapse by the battle between the two.

"Zhang Ruochen, your strength is indeed very strong, but compared to the martial artists of the Fish and Dragon Realm, it is still far behind. ”

"Tianhe Battle Fist. ”

Hua Qingye's arm bones kept ringing, and he made a spirit-level fist.

After receiving the blessing of the martial soul, Hua Qingye's strength was doubled, and with one punch, the entire underground secret room seemed to be filled with his power.

True Qi not only flowed in the meridians in his body, but also gushed out of his body, turning into a great river of True Qi, flowing around the martial soul.

Tianhe Battle Fist, there are a total of twenty-seven moves, and Hua Qingye played the first move, the Hammer of Opening the Heavens.

As his fist came out, almost all of the heaven and earth aura mobilized by the martial soul converged and condensed on his arm, causing his fist to turn blue and slamming into Zhang Ruochen's chest.

"Is this the true power of a Fish Dragon Realm martial artist?"

Zhang Ruochen had a feeling that if he and Hua Qingye had a hard encounter, he would probably be seriously injured by Hua Qingye's punch, or even worse.

In the final analysis, Zhang Ruochen is only a cultivator in the middle of the Heavenly Extreme Realm now, and he only relies on his almost perverted martial soul power, so he can confront Hua Qingye.

Now, Hua Qingye also burst out with the power of the martial soul, and the situation was immediately reversed, which was quite unfavorable to Zhang Ruochen.

"Spatial rifts. ”

Zhang Ruochen's arms were raised, and his hands were parted, as if a door to space had opened in front of him.

It was a spatial crack, and in the crack, there was a lot of power, and the power that poured out of it seemed to be able to devour everything in the world.

In just an instant, the spatial crack swallowed up the power of Hua Qingye's punch.

Zhang Ruochen wanted to make persistent efforts and rely on the spatial crack to get rid of Hua Qingye.

His hands pushed forward, and under the attraction of power, that spatial crack slashed towards Hua Qingye.

Hua Qingye had almost suffered the loss of the spatial crack before, but now he was naturally more cautious, his body flashed, and in just an instant, he dodged it.

"Whoa!"

The spatial crack hit the stone wall behind Hua Qingye, swallowing up a large amount of mud and rock, leaving a large pit more than ten meters long.

Seeing the destructive power caused by the spatial crack, Hua Qingye's heart was shocked, and he said, "Zhang Ruochen, what kind of martial arts are you exerting, and why can you tear the space?"

"If you can defeat me, you'll know the answer. Zhang Ruochen said.

Hua Qingye's face sank, and he said, "Do you think the old man really can't cure you?"

Hua Qingye's hand touched in his arms and took out a purple-gold delicate little bell. The small clock, only about three inches high, is engraved with mysterious inscriptions on the surface, exuding a faint chill.

Seeing that small bell, Zhang Ruochen had a bad feeling.

As Hua Qingye injected his true qi into the small bell and activated the inscription, the small bell gradually became larger, from three inches high at the beginning, to three meters high, turning into a huge ancient bell.

"Wow!"

The purple-gold brilliance burst out from the ancient bell, forming a strange force that suppressed Zhang Ruochen's martial spirit.

Hua Qingye held the huge ancient bell in the palm of his hand and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, this ancient bell is a tenth-order true martial weapon, called the Soul Fighting Bell, which specializes in fighting the martial souls of martial artists. Since your martial soul is strong, the old man wants to see if he can withstand the attack of the soul bell. ”

Just as he was talking, Hua Qingye picked up the soul bell and attacked Zhang Ruochen.

The soul bell kept spinning, making a "buzzing" sound, hitting Zhang Ruochen's martial soul.

Zhang Ruochen didn't fight hard with Hua Qingye at all, showed his own skills, turned around and fled.

Just kidding, Zhang Ruochen's biggest advantage now is the martial soul, if he loses the martial soul, Zhang Ruochen will not have the ability to compete with Hua Qingye at all.

Fighting the soul bell is to deal with martial souls, if Zhang Ruochen continues to fight with Hua Qingye, he will definitely suffer a great loss.

"Wow!"

Rushing out of the secret room and returning to the ground, Zhang Ruochen urged the body of the Wind Flying Dragon Shadow to the extreme, and fled into the distance, with every step he took, he could cross a distance of more than 20 zhang.

After breaking through to the Heavenly Extreme Realm, Zhang Ruochen unleashed the Wind Flying Dragon Shadow, and the speed of the explosion became faster.

After all, the Wind Flying Dragon Shadow is a spirit-level body martial art, and only a Heavenly Extreme Realm martial artist can exert its true power.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen is like a volley in the air, stepping on every step in the air, and his feet do not land.

Of course, he is not flying off the ground now, but only through the ingenuity of his body and martial arts, borrowing the power of the wind, to achieve a short void run.

Only by becoming a demi-saint can you truly fly in the sky without borrowing any external force.

In that realm, Zhang Ruochen is still far behind.

Immediately behind Zhang Ruochen, Hua Qingye also rushed out of the ground, without any hesitation, his arm flicked out, knocked the soul bell out, and hit Zhang Ruochen in the distance.

Zhang Ruochen didn't turn around at all, but just knocked out the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword with his backhand and struck at the Soul Bell.

"Bang!"

The Shen Yuan Ancient Sword collided violently with the Soul Fighting Bell, striking out a large spark.

The Shen Yuan Ancient Sword flew back upside down and fell back into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

"Damn. ”

Hua Qingye took back the soul bell, and also showed a body technique to catch up with Zhang Ruochen.

Hua Qingye's body technique, called "Liuyun Step", is a spirit-level mid-grade body martial art.

Although the body martial arts he cultivated were not as good as those of the Wind Flying Dragon Shadow, he was a martial artist in the Fish Dragon Realm, and his own speed was already superior.

Hua Qingye rushed out, and the speed at which he burst out was even faster than Zhang Ruochen's speed.

Zhang Ruochen turned around and took a look, only to see Hua Qingye chasing after him, and the distance between the two was gradually narrowing.

About a quarter of an hour later, Hua Qingye chased after Zhang Ruochen at a distance of ten zhang, threw the soul bell out again, and hit Zhang Ruochen's back.

Zhang Ruochen had to stop and fought with Hua Qingye again.

"A thousand zhang fires. ”

Zhang Ruochen inspired a vision of heaven and earth, and a space of thousands of feet condensed wisps of flames, turning into a huge sea of fire, wrapping Hua Qingye in the sea of fire.

In the sea of fire, the two exchanged more than ten moves, and Zhang Ruochen fled again.

In this way, Zhang Ruochen fought while fleeing, from noon, to dark, and fought thousands of miles, fighting thirteen battles with Hua Qingye.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen's martial soul was finally hit by the soul bell, suffered a lot of trauma, and had to retract his body.

If he is hit by the soul bell again, Zhang Ruochen's martial soul will definitely suffer a heavy blow, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Zhang Ruochen, if you lose the power of the martial soul, see if you can escape from the palm of the old man's hand this time?" haha!"

Hua Qingye chased after him from behind, blood kept flowing from the position of his chest, he seemed to have no idea of the pain, his eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen viciously, and he said sharply: "If you don't tell the old man the location of that ancient cave, the old man will let you see the ten tortures of the black market, see if you can hold on?"

Originally, Hua Qingye was seriously injured, and in order to chase and kill Zhang Ruochen, he did not stop to heal.

Now, his injuries are getting worse, but he doesn't notice it, he just wants to immediately ask for the location of the ancient cave.

There was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of Zhang Ruochen's mouth, and he let out a long laugh and said, "Hua Qingye, if you don't heal your injuries again, I'm afraid your cultivation will regress." ”

Although the martial soul was injured, Zhang Ruochen was still full of energy and full of fighting spirit.

"As long as you can suppress this junior, what if you are a regressive cultivator?" Hua Qingye said.

"With your current state, you also want to suppress me?"

"What? You're still not convinced, and you want to keep fighting?"

Hua Qingye is very aware of Zhang Ruochen's current state, losing the power of his martial soul, Zhang Ruochen is like an ant in front of him, he can press him to death with just one finger.

"Whew!"

A cold wind with the smell of blood blew from afar, blowing past Zhang Ruochen and Hua Qingye.

Strange things happen.

In the woods not far away, a blood-red mist poured in from all directions.

Those blood mist, constantly swallowing, became thicker and thicker, blocking people's vision.

Zhang Ruochen and Hua Qingye were both shocked by the sudden change, stopped continuing to fight, and stood in place, vigilant of the blood mist around them.

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