All the changes happened between the lightning and flint, Zeng Yan looked at the three corpses beside him, and his originally slightly arrogant words and expressions turned solemn. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him, whose cultivation was a big realm worse than himself, would be so strong.

After half a ring, the burial night did not intend to give Zeng Yan a breather, he quickly exploded with the blue-white soul power on the soles of his feet, and then punched Zeng Yan hard.

Seeing this, Zeng Yan's face showed a touch of horror, but after all, he was a soul of the Spirit Realm, and with his keen nerve reflex, he quietly avoided it, his feet took a few steps back, and the soul power of his potential had already fused and wrapped his whole body from the inside out.

"Bang" Burial Night Ghost Hand punched straight in, and was slammed into the stone wall by Zeng Hu, only to see the power of the ghost hand smashed angrily, and the originally solid stone wall was hammered to a dent.

Seeing Zeng Hu's dodge, the funeral night put away the ghost hand that smashed on the stone wall, and his soul power immediately condensed, and the blue and white soul power gathered in the ghost hand. Eagle Eye stared, and the soul power on the ghost's hand condensed and rubbed in the space, and the strong wind roared. He slammed his feet to the ground again, and his body turned into a cheetah and charged at Zeng Hu.

But at this time, Zeng Hu showed a slight sneer on his face, and he swirled with his right foot, bursting out with purple lightning strikes, like fierce lightning, facing the attack of the funeral night.

"Bang" only heard a loud noise, the powerful energy of the two collided with each other, Zeng Hu was shocked by the energy cyclone and flew a few steps, and the funeral night shook directly like a gourd and climbed and flew for several feet.

"Hmph, shallow and weak cultivation, brute force is not vulnerable at all. After winning the battle against the bombardment, Zeng Yan defeated the funeral night with only one move, he pulled out the scimitar on his waist and said: "It's just that you can't defeat me if you fight with weak soul power, I admit that you do have two hits, whether it is speed and strength, you can be comparable to me at a young age, but the spirit realm and the manifestation realm are insurmountable gaps, and between you and me is like an earth and a sky." ”

At this time, Burial Night slowly got up and staggered up slightly, the purple thunder just now just hit him, and at this time, Burial Night's ribs were faintly painful, and his body was obviously injured a lot under the impact of powerful soul power.

Looking at the embarrassed and weird young man in front of him, with his red left arm and golden eyes, Zeng Hu didn't say much, for the person who was regarded as dead in his eyes, in the face of the almost devastating slaughter of Fengyun Village, his heart was furious.

"Thunder slash. Zeng Yan let out a low snort, and the purple soul qi hovering around him gathered on the scimitar in his hand, and the violent energy convergence was mixed with a little purple flame pillar. In vain, he saw that the green tendons of his arm holding the blade burst out, and he used all his strength to send this devastating slash towards the burial night.

Feeling the astonishing slash in front of him, Burial Night knew that this force was not something he could force right now. Faced with the lightning speed of the lightning slash, the Burial Night Eagle Eye shrank sharply, and clearly saw the huge energy hidden in the slash. He then dodged quickly to dodge.

"Poof. Hearing only an explosion of energy, the stone wall was directly blasted open by the energy of the explosion, and the burial night, which was only less than ten meters next to the hole, was spitting blood and falling on the stone wall.

"Ahem, ahem. The violent coughing caused the burial night to spit blood, and the energy fluctuation just now almost killed him. And now he is full of soul power chaos, and he has suffered a lot of damage again.

"Whether it's my Flying Thunder Foot or the Thunder Slash just now, although you dodged the vital point, you still hit my energy waves. I have to admit that you are very good, and you are still the first one who can survive my two moves. Zeng Yan's forehead was slightly lowered with white sweat and sneered, the attack just now made his body riot, and his body temperature also increased. He took a slow breath and continued: "After a little ghost like you grows up, there will be a life of scenery, but unfortunately there is a road in heaven that you don't take, there is no door in hell, you break in, and if you don't kill you, Fengyun Village will never have peace." So die!"

Zeng Yan said that the soul power gathered again, and the purple soul energy flashed and thundered in this open-air stone cave, and the strong energy once again greeted the funeral night.

"Damn it!" Seeing that the situation was not good, out of the instinct of survival, he jumped out violently regardless of his body, and followed the hole that was pierced by Zeng Yan, and the funeral night shuttled outside the enchantment like a cunning rabbit.

"Little ghost, it's over!" Zeng Yan fell with a deep voice, and the purple storm on the scimitar hit just right, creating a purple vortex hollow that devoured the burial night.

The energy that was close at hand exploded, and the soul power suddenly exploded at this moment on the funeral night, "Water Explosion Bomb." With a violent roar, the Burial Night Ghost Hand Water Bomb quickly hit the ground, and the huge energy and inertia caused the Funeral Night Bomb to fly for miles.

"It's dangerous. Funeral Night gasped and lay on the ground that was shaken away, and muttered in a deep voice, then swallowed an energy pill prepared in advance from the cloth bag on his waist.

This elixir was secretly prepared before the funeral night negotiated with the elder, and it could allow the funeral night to temporarily and quickly recover his soul power, and temporarily forget the pain and enter a state of excitement.

And at this time, the funeral night is hovering in the heart of the gap in the strength of the two sides.

This was the first time he felt fighting with a real soul person, and the previous psychic realm and the same level powerhouse of the spirit realm used their physical qualities and reactions to make up for it, and carried out a surprise attack that suddenly broke out to achieve victory, but this time in the face of a strong person in the manifest realm who was far behind him to a large realm, the funeral night felt extremely heavy suppression.

Although Elder Venerable said to him before leaving, his strength could already be fought because of the quenching of these people and the soul power training under their parasitic transmission, but when he really went to the battlefield and faced the powerhouses of the Manifestation Realm, he felt that he was so small.

The three attacks just now made the funeral night almost resist with a little difficulty, and the gap between a soul incarnation realm soul and a manifest spirit realm soul was already deeply felt on the funeral night.

But the burial night with the ghost hand and the eagle eye is not irreparable for this gap, the funeral night lying on the ground has gradually calmed down, and at this moment, Zeng Yan has also carried his scimitar out of the stone cave with heavy steps.

The sun shone on the earth, and he stood up with a calm breath, shaking his head and moving his neck, his eyes showing a resolute gaze.

Looking at the funeral night when the gray and white clothes had been dyed yellow, red and dark, and his face was full of loess, Zeng Yan said with a hideous face: "Hmph, stinky little ghost, no matter how you struggle today, you will eventually die here." ”

In the venue, the funeral night was silent when he heard the words, and his eyes were condensed in the face of the strong enemy in front of him, and he was like a wolf crawling in the secluded forest, revealing a cold killing intent.

Sensing the eyes that made him feel wanton and unwilling to admit defeat on the funeral night, Zeng Yan gritted his teeth and roared: "I said, you want to die!"

Immediately, a purple thunderbolt appeared on Zeng Yan's scimitar through the sunlight, and the soul power wrapped around the scimitar raised by Zeng Yan was ready to strike, and the violent wind sound coupled with Zeng Yan's angry howl was heard in the ears of the funeral night.