Xiao Chen never thought about seizing the soul of the ancestor.

Because the Ancestral Soul is no longer just a sword, it is more of an extremely powerful force.

If it was just a simple sword weapon, he might be interested.

But an external force, he doesn't need.

Just as he would not forcibly use the method of absorbing and devouring external forces and foreign objects to cultivate.

Just when Xiao Chen was pondering what to do with the Ancestral Soul.

Suddenly, a powerful sword intent was released from the sword body of the Ancestor Soul, and the sword intent fell like starlight, sprinkled on the cold spirit pool, and it should bear a huge magic array.

The magic circle operated, and the ability of space transfer suddenly appeared, and it was actually holding Xia Shiyun hostage, and disappeared strangely in front of Xiao Chen and Mengqing.

"Look for death!"

Xiao Chen's expression was instantly furious.

This sword seems to have given birth to a little wisdom, and it actually dares to kidnap Xia Shiyun in front of him?

"How did it disappear?"

Mengqing looked at the empty cold spirit pool, and it was hard to imagine how the soul of the ancestor took Xia Shiyun away.

What is the purpose of taking Xia Shiyun away?

"Bad trick!"

Xiao Chen sneered, his divine power surged, and he swung his sword angrily.

Shhh

A sword swept wildly, the law was difficult to defeat the sword press, the ancestral realm void cracked, and another layer of spatial scene came into view.

Then, without any hesitation, Xiao Chen went directly into the crack.

"There is actually a second layer of space in the Ancestral Realm?"

The dream was shocked.

But before she thought about it, she also followed Xiao Chen and drilled into the spatial crack.

The second layer of the Ancestral Realm didn't have such cold and harsh air currents, but it was even more far-reaching and profound.

As soon as I stepped into the dream, I felt as if I had returned to the ancient times.

"God... Road... Ling... Long... Heart!"

In the second layer of space, the Ancestral Soul of the Snow Sword Form wrapped the unconscious Xia Shiyun with a sword light, and muttered a voice that seemed to be surprised and fanatical.

"Heavenly Dao Exquisite Heart?"

Hearing the dream, muttering to himself.

Could it be that Xia Shiyun has some secrets hidden?

Xiao Chen also hesitated for a moment.

Heavenly Dao exquisite heart?

Is it another name for the Nine Tricks Exquisite Heart?

But he didn't have time to think about it, stepped forward, and said coldly: "Give her to me!"

Laugh at!

What responded to Xiao Chen was a sudden sword aura.

That sword, brilliant and ephemeral, like the beginning of the sword, obviously does not involve any rules, but it transcends the rules of the world, and swings the ultimate in kendo with the most ordinary attitude.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is the simplest sword qi, which can be used by beginners in kendo.

But in the eyes of a true master, it is an invincible sword, a sword that returns to the basics.

Burst!

The sword qi was so fast that it didn't blink an eye, and it pierced through Xiao Chen's body in an instant, with a dazzling blood aura.

He ...... Hurt?!"

Dream was surprised, but soon relieved.

After all, it was the soul of the ancestor, and it was not strange that it could hurt Xiao Chen.

"Xiao Chen, the Ancestral Soul has no intention of being hostile to you, just warning you not to approach. Let's see, it shouldn't be bad for poetry!" Mengqing persuaded aloud.

However, Xiao Chen didn't respond, lowered his head slightly, looked at the blood overflowing from his chest, felt the real pain, and his emotions fluctuated significantly.

Suddenly, a surge of vitality gushed out of the body, and the wound would soon heal.

That was the power of the Chaos Blue Lotus.

Chaos Qinglian felt that her master was hurt, and she was very distressed and angry.

"Xiaoqing, don't heal me!"

But seeing that Xiao Chen forcibly suppressed it, suppressing the power of the Chaos Blue Lotus, making it impossible to heal the wound, and the blood qi was still pervasive.

Although Chaos Qinglian couldn't speak, she obviously reported a feeling of incomprehension and depression.

"I thought I was numb and I couldn't imagine that I would ever feel real pain again, is that what makes my blood boil?"

Xiao Chen laughed in a low voice, as if he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

His injuries were minor, very light and light.

But there is no doubt that the tearing pain is real.

That sword really hurt him!

He ...... He doesn't have masochism, does he?"

Mengqing looked at Xiao Chen, a little speechless.

Xiao Chen was injured, and she couldn't feel a trace of anger or fear from Xiao Chen, only suppressed excitement.

At this moment, Xiao Chen seemed to have a devil hidden in his body, looking hideously in the world, wanting to break free from the shackles and escape.

"Oh no, what is he going to do?" the dream gave birth to a hint of foreboding.

"This shouldn't be all yours, come on, let me see, your most primitive and pure kendo!"

Suddenly, Xiao Chen sneered, and with one step of teleportation, his figure had already appeared in front of the Ancestral Soul.

Buzz!

The Ancestral Soul felt a strong battle intent, and it trembled violently, as if it was frightened, as if it was angry.

Shout!

A sword qi entangled in the law sequence chain roared out and attacked Xiao Chen.

But seeing Xiao Chen's absolutely strong posture, he held it with one hand, and the sword qi was directly pinched and exploded by him, and the law sequence chain was completely ineffective in front of his incredible strength.

Bang!

The entire ancestral realm was shaken, the void collapsed, the turbulence raged, and the rules were scattered.

Although the dream was some distance away from Xiao Chen, it was still affected, and the power of the broken rules seemed to tear her body apart.

Burst!

Spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, the dream looked frightened, panting, paralyzed to the ground, dozens of torn blood marks appeared on his body, and his mind was completely shrouded in the shadow of death.

It's not that she doesn't want to run away, she doesn't want to stay away from the battlefield, but she can't do it at all.

You know, this is just the aftermath of the first move between the two.

How terrible is it?

"You're really amazing to me!"

Xiao Chen stared at the soul of the ancestor, his interest became more and more high, and he waved his hand to condense the divine sword, and thousands of avenues melted into the sword intent.

However, this sword that was enough to make the gods jealous was not slashed at the soul of the ancestors, but at itself.

This sword fell, and the rest of Xiao Chen's abilities were all sealed, leaving only the purest sword intent on his body.

"He sealed the rest of his power, and he wants to use pure kendo to fight with the soul of the ancestor?"

The slightly recovered dream looked sluggish.

She could vaguely understand Xiao Chen's realm.

Victorious, detached, invincible!

Xiao Chen had been lonely for too long, at least in terms of kendo, he had not met an opponent who was qualified enough for him to face for too long.

But when he encountered the soul of the ancestor and was injured by a sword, Xiao Chen spilled blood and a long-lost heartbeat.

It's cold in the heights.

After being lonely in the kendo realm for too long, he finally met a powerful being who could match him in the sword path, and even the sword intent above him, how could he not move?

"What kind of person is he, is he really the same level of existence as the ancestor......? How is that possible?"

Dreams are incomprehensible.

She vaguely felt that the ancestor could hurt Xiao Chen with a sword at the beginning, because Xiao Chen was just worried about Xia Shiyun at the beginning, and he lost a little defense, and the ancestor was slightly suspected of sneak attack.

The second sword, after Xiao Chen's interest rose, he pinched and exploded the sword containing the law sequence chain with his bare hands, which was terrifyingly powerful.

And now, Xiao Chen slashed a sword by himself, slashing off the rest of his abilities, leaving only the purest sword dao in his body, and it seems that he can still compete with the ancestors.

"I can't miss this battle!"

Mengqing gritted her teeth, without the slightest thought of backing down.

She knew that if she continued to stay here, she would be 100% dead, torn apart by the laws of chaos, and killed into slag by the sheer sword power of the two of them.

But she didn't want to miss the fight, she didn't want to miss a single scene.

Chaowen said, you can die at night!