"Huh. Gu Chensheng's pale face showed a smile, but at the moment after this laugh, before he could make any counterattack, the huge mouth that followed swallowed Gu Chensheng's body in one mouth.

The invisible wind blew, and in this dry soul ridge where no grass grows, the scene suddenly became a lot more embarrassing.

After swallowing this enemy, the high-level bare soul burrowed down on the spot, seemingly intending to take a rest after dinner.

The Dry Soul Ridge, which lost its invaders, has regained its former atmosphere, and only the two large pits on the ground prove that there was a battle here just now.

"Even the ghosts dare to be presumptuous, and die to this king!"

Before the traces of time could erase all this, somewhere where the high-level withered soul had just escaped into the ground, a dazzling white light suddenly emitted, and the withered soul ridge surrounded by mist was particularly conspicuous.

"Boom. ”

It was as if a few muffled drums were beating, and there were a few tearing roars in between, and a behemoth broke out of the ground, it was the high-level withered soul that had swallowed the demon king before.

At this time, the high-level dry soul, where is there still the previous momentum, its entire belly, was swept away by the sword light, and now it is more like a hemp bag that has been cut, the figure of the demon king, also slowly walked out of the big pit, the scabbard in his hand is still held in his left hand like a dagger, but the original empty right hand, at this time, is holding a long sword with white light, with the scabbard of the left hand, this can be realized, it turns out that the scabbard he is holding like a dagger is ready to draw the sword.

Gu Chensheng's face was still very pale, and the demon king controlled his steps to walk out of the pit, all of them were a little shaky, as if he would fall down next.

The high-level withered soul that was cut open by the demon king did not die, although the passing mist made it shrink a lot, but compared to the demon king who couldn't stand steadily, it was still the side with a comparative advantage.

"Hehe, Gu Chensheng, the strength of your body can only go so far. The demon king said softly, as if he had a last word, and his body shook again, and he had to rely on the support of the scabbard to avoid falling.

Where can the high-level dry soul manage so much, and the murderer who injured himself like this is in front.

The high-level withered soul that roared and flowed out a thick gray mist was more like a fireball about to burn out, pulling a long tail line and rushing towards the demon king again.

The lonely shadow suddenly felt like a child, and a sword broke through thousands of people at close range. At this juncture of life and death, the demon king actually chanted the verses he read when teaching Gu Chensheng swordsmanship, if he hadn't been scared stupid and became a writer, this move really had a feeling of seeing through life and death.

Where can the high-level dry soul understand this, even if they can understand it, it is impossible for people to forget the fact that you broke someone's stomach because you know two small poems, I don't know if it is an illusion, after hearing the demon king's words, the high-level dry soul sprint faster.

"Half stepping on the long river is free, and the intention is to break through the sky and stab your life. With the fall of the demon king's poem, the high-level dry soul has rushed to the demon king's eyes.

The scene where Gu Chensheng's body was torn apart did not happen, and the picture seemed to have slowed down a bit, no, it was better to say that the speed of the demon king's sword made the figure of the high-level withered soul who rushed over at great speed seem a little slower.

A sword, a sword with a white light exuding from Zhou Shen, is the sword that is held in the right hand by the demon king, I don't know when, maybe when the demon king finished reciting that poem, maybe it was earlier, of course, these are not important.

At this time, the sword happened to be against the body of the high-level dry soul, and it did not pierce or collide. The high-level withered soul was like an ordinary person being threatened with a sword, and the figure that had sprinted before stopped in front of Gu Chensheng's body, in front of the tip of this sword.

What's going on?

Are high-level bare souls human? Of course not. Even if it is, he is held against such a light and heavy sword, and he gives up killing the human in front of him who has made himself look so broken.

Is this reasonable?

The demon king naturally would not have this question, and the ordinary withered souls around him would naturally not understand this sword, and the high-level withered souls who had endured this sword would not express any objections.

Because of it, it's dead.

"Whew. ”

The demon king exhaled, naturally it was not that he was tired, but that Gu Chensheng's body was tired.

This breath sent out by the demon king is not as strong as the air flow driven by a random child when he plays, and the breath that flows in the direction of the flow has touched the high-level dry soul in a sprinting shape, and it was like a boulder blocking the sight before, but it turned into powder with the wind, and it was dispersed like this.

"It's a pity that Gu Chensheng didn't let you see it with your own eyes, the second test of this swordsmanship. "Although Gu Chensheng's body has been out of strength, because the residual power of the high-level withered soul is still there, only the ordinary withered soul with only instinct is naturally unable to analyze the information that the high-level withered soul here has died.

It just so happened that the demon king could also take the opportunity to recuperate.

Thinking back to the dangerous and dangerous scene before, the demon king's eyes did not have the gaze that had just experienced the thrilling scene, although he was only a remnant now, but he was still confident in his swordsmanship.

What made him lucky was that Gu Chensheng's body really withstood the level of high-level withered souls, if it was really measured by the strength of that world, the attack that was eaten hard by Gu Chensheng's body should be comparable to the seven or eight grades of the ground level.

It's not that the demon king can't dodge that attack, but he needs to use the power of that attack to launch his second sword test.

Otherwise, with the true qi in Gu Chensheng's body, even if he was worried about the fullness of true qi in his body, when the demon king used to draw his sword to try, there was no way to launch a second attack.

The demon king, who had been expected for a long time, could really be described as a master of art, and he actually planned the power of the attack of the high-level withered soul, and stored it in his body, with the help of its power, he first destroyed the stomach of the high-level withered soul, so as to reduce its strength, and used a sword with his amazing skills to completely defeat the strong with the weak, killing the high-level withered soul to save Gu Chensheng's life, it can be said that he was not far-sighted, and he was too much higher than these young people in terms of agility and awareness in the battle.

"I didn't expect it to be so expensive. The demon king smiled bitterly, but he didn't even have the strength to shake his head. At this time, if there is an ordinary withered soul that does not have long eyes, and wants to withstand the pressure of a high-level withered soul and come to explore, it will definitely be a big bargain for Gu Chensheng who can pick it up.

After settling down, the demon king couldn't help but be a little worried when he saw that there was still half of the way away.

The reason is simple, he doesn't know how to do illusions.

The Demon King will not run Gu Chensheng's practice of restoring his true qi, he will not know the illusion method, so naturally there will be no way to restore the true qi of Gu Chensheng's body, because Gu Chensheng, who has exhausted his true qi with one sword, according to the current state, if he only recovers by the operation of the exercise itself, I am afraid that before the dry soul comes to eat, his body will be starved to death first.