Repression!

The atmosphere at the scene was depressing, and my heart was in my throat; Everyone present was shocked by the powerful momentum emanating from the two of them, and they all stared at the two of them intently. No one laughed at Zhou Chen's incompetence, and daring to stand up and fight Shang Qiankun has shown that Zhou Chen's courage is commendable, and this alone is enough to win everyone's admiration.

"Then come!"

Shang Qiankun's expression was indifferent, and he said lightly; The long sword made a sword roar and burst towards Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen, who was holding the dagger tightly, looked solemn, was slashed through the abdomen by the flying sword, and was blasted open by the powerful sword qi, naturally knowing the power of Shang Qiankun's swordsmanship, and now he could only swear to the death.

"Bang"

Zhou Chen's eyes were like torches, and when the long sword was about to reach him, he moved, his movements were as fast as lightning, and he waved the dagger suddenly. Suddenly, there was a sound, and the powerful momentum emitted by the flying sword roared, and Zhou Chen condensed all the internal strength in his viscera to resist it.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

Waves of air burst out, and the small inns next to them were all in danger, as if they were being ravaged by a strong wind.

Trying his best to resist the flying sword, his internal strength is constantly depleting; Zhou Chen's eyes stared coldly at Shang Qiankun who was suspended in the air, he was wondering what spiritual power was? How Shang Qiankun transformed his internal strength into spiritual power and cultivated a flying sword. Moreover, even if Shang Qiankun's cultivation had reached another realm higher than the peak of the late stage of internal strength, it was impossible for him not to consume his strength in such a fierce battle. Spiritual power is definitely like internal strength, and there is a time when it is consumed.

"Ah......h

Zhou Chen roared angrily, gathered all the internal strength in his viscera in his hands, and exerted all his strength.

"Whoosh"

At the moment when Zhou Chen used all his strength, the momentum he exuded violently blasted the flying sword away; The flying sword made a loud noise, spun in a few circles, and was suspended in the air. Shang Qiankun, who was suspended in the air, saw this scene, his indifferent face showed a trace of consternation, smiled, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so young and so strong, and you can resist the flying sword." It's just that now your internal machine is almost exhausted, and you have no chance of winning, if you don't want to die, you might as well just grab it! ”

"Huh...... Let me be caught, then it is better to kill me. Zhou Chen showed a tragic smile on his face, and said indifferently.

"That can't be helped."

Shang Qiankun said lightly, and said lightly: "Thirty-six swords rush into the sky." ”

As soon as the words fell, the long sword struck towards Zhou Chen at an extremely fast speed as if he had heard an order; I saw that the flying swords that burst towards Zhou Chen suddenly turned into thirty-six flying swords, and they all attacked towards Zhou Chen. These thirty-six flying swords exuded the momentum of destroying heaven and earth, and it exuded a deep fear in people's hearts.

Fast!

It's so fast!

It was so fast that Zhou Chen couldn't catch it.

"Poof"

"Poof"

……

The thirty-six flying swords were like golden lights, and Zhou Chen didn't even have time to react, and the thirty-six flying swords didn't enter Zhou Chen's body almost at the same time. Then, the thirty-six flying swords suddenly disappeared, and turned into one again, piercing Zhou Chen's chest to his back, and piercing his internal organs.

"Zhou Chen."

……

Seeing that Zhou Chen was pierced by Shang Qiankun's sword, the three of Feng Huang were full of grief, and shouted in unison and rushed towards Zhou Chen; At this moment, the long sword that pierced Zhou Chen's body left with a "whoosh" and returned to Shang Qiankun's feet.

"Poof......

Blood kept oozing out, making Zhou Chen's red-dyed cotton clothes even more blood-red, and blood kept pouring out of Zhou Chen's mouth. Zhou Chen felt that his vision was a little blurry, and he couldn't see Shang Qiankun standing in the air clearly, he never thought that he would die so easily, and he was actually pierced through the chest by Shang Qiankun with a sword.

The flying sword is really powerful.

The body seemed to have no strength, and the consciousness seemed to disappear little by little, Zhou Chen's legs were weak, and at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground; Feng Huang, who came rushing wildly, hugged him, tears already raging on her face. Murong Yan, who followed closely, was also grief-stricken, constantly shouting Zhou Chen's name, and constantly insulting why Zhou Chen was so stubborn. Zhou Chen's eyes gradually blurred, and the touch in front of him gradually blurred, and he couldn't even see the face of the phoenix that was only a dozen centimeters away from him; The sense of hearing gradually disappeared, and Murong Yan's invective continued to disappear.

This is death!

At the moment when his consciousness completely disappeared, Zhou Chen's feelings changed again; I can see the situation at the scene clearly, and I can hear Feng Huang's cry and Murong Yan's abuse. The soul floating out of the viscera can clearly see this scene.

Zhou Chen, whose soul was suspended in the air, looked around curiously, and his gaze stopped on Shang Qiankun's body. He had a clear feeling that Shang Qiankun seemed to be able to see his soul, his face was expressionless, his eyes were staring at "himself", as if he was waiting for something.

It was a look of anticipation.

Zhou Chen couldn't understand why Shang Qiankun gave him this feeling, and pondered for a moment; Zhou Chen suddenly found that everything around him had changed, there was no Shang Qiankun, not in the battlefield just now, he seemed to have come to a strange place, surrounded by huge rocks with strange shapes, the atmosphere was very gloomy, there was a gloomy and strange stone bridge in front of him, and if he looked closely, the stone bridge was actually suspended in the air, without anything to support it; There was a river under the stone bridge, and the fog on the river was so heavy that Zhou Chen, who could see at night, couldn't see clearly.

What the hell is this place?

Zhou Chen was a little frightened when he suddenly appeared in this weird and bizarre environment.

was pierced through the viscera by Shang Qiankun's flying sword, and he should have died.

Then this can't be the legendary Nai He Bridge, right?

Wrong.

If it is really a bridge, why is there no Meng Po? Why not a single "ghost"? Someone dies every minute every day, and this "road" should be full of ghosts, but except for "myself", there is not even a "ghost".

Completely unable to understand what was going on, Zhou Chen finally made up his mind and walked towards the stone bridge step by step.

The closer he got to the stone bridge, the more panicked Zhou Chen became, he always felt that this place was full of weirdness.

Arriving at the stone bridge, Zhou Chen stopped, and there was a stone tablet next to the stone bridge that caught his eye, the stone tablet was not big, at most one meter long and half a meter wide, standing in front of the stone bridge; The stele is a little old, it looks like it has been hundreds of years, or even longer, Zhou Chen found that there seemed to be two words engraved on the stele, the fog was too heavy, and he couldn't see it clearly, Zhou Chen slowly squatted down, kept level with the stele, and his face was closer to the stele, and he could vaguely see the two words on the stele - Soul Bridge.

Soul Bridge?

A bridge that the soul can cross?

Isn't that the Nai He Bridge?

Zhou Chen was shocked, could it be that he had really come to hell?

Suppressing the thick fear in his heart, Zhou Chen looked around, but he still couldn't see clearly what was in the foggy distance; After being silent for a long time, he finally made up his mind, walked up the stone bridge, and walked forward step by step, every step he took, he was terrified.