"Kill!"
The indifferent young man found the middle-aged scholar who was holding a longsword. Both of them were rare experts. Once they started fighting, only sword lights and sword shadows could be seen. It was impossible to see the two of them. Even the surrounding people avoided them. Swordsman was a synonym for attack power. Both of them had similar strength. When they met a swordsman, their momentum would be weaker. When two swordsmen fought with their lives on the line, it was definitely a terrifying scene.
"I'm old, just a bag of old bones!"
The weathered old man's figure flashed and floated over to the strange old man in the raincoat. When the old man in the raincoat saw an old man like him, he curled his lips and said strangely, "I hate dealing with old men the most. They are old and smelly. Change one, change one."
"I'm afraid it won't be as you wish."
The weathered old man laughed. A black cane appeared in his hand and he attacked.
"Damn it!"
The old man's body slid to the side, avoiding this attack. While he was slipping, it actually started to drizzle. The raindrops fell on his raincoat and slid down. The old man gave people the feeling of a ghost in the rain, light and evil.
"This old man is quite hard to deal with."
The weathered old man frowned and started to fight with his opponent.
The middle-aged man wanted to find the young girl, but halfway, he was stopped by the bald fatty. He was so angry that his face turned purple. He held a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, fiercely attacking the bald fatty. It seemed like there was an irreconcilable grudge between them.
As for the twin brothers, they were a bit unkind. The two of them did not separate from each other. Two against one, they faced off against a guy wearing a mask. The elder brother's giant axe was like a falling mountain, while the younger brother's twin blades were like fire and water. The two of them cooperated seamlessly, forcing the masked guy into a difficult situation. He was mumbling something.
Among the remaining three, the yellow-clothed girl randomly found an opponent and started to fight. It seemed like she didn't have much ability. Murong Qingcheng's opponent was the young girl that the middle-aged man had his eyes on. The two of them also started to fight.
In the end, only Ye Chen was left.
"It seems like only the two of us are left."
On the other side, the skinny middle-aged man who looked like a drying pole looked at Ye Chen with an ugly smile. His skinny fingers even dug his ears.
"Yeah!"
Ye Chen smiled faintly.
"In that case, let's not waste time. I'll let you have three moves first. How about it?" The skinny man flicked his ear wax and smiled.
"Alright then!"
Ye Chen walked over step by step with a gentle smile on his face. The two seemed to be exchanging pointers, not a life and death battle.
Shoo!
All of a sudden, Ye Chen took one step forward as his Thunder Disaster Sword was taken out of its scabbard, slicing through his opponent's body. It was so fast that the air did not even have the time to vibrate. His opponent could not even feel that Ye Chen had already taken out his sword, only seeing his body shake.
After doing all this, an ordinary person would have put away their sword, since the opponent was already dead. However, a sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth as he suddenly turned around and stabbed out.
Ding!
The cold light clashed, and a figure flew backward.
On the other hand, the skinny middle-aged man behind Ye Chen was only a clone. It was just that this clone was extremely plump. From the outside, it was impossible to tell at all. Even using soul power to scan it, one could not find anything. Moreover, at this critical moment, who would have the time to carefully plan and kill the opponent first? Who would have thought that the skinny middle-aged man had already prepared for this? It seemed like his real body was already hiding in a corner before the battle even started.
Unfortunately, his opponent was Ye Chen. What kind of person was Ye Chen? His soul power was five times that of an ordinary person. Adding on his cautious nature, it had always been him sneak attacking others. Therefore, in Ye Chen's opinion, the skinny middle-aged man's actions were merely a show to him. He would play along with the opponent, since he wouldn't lose anything in the end.
Ye Chen's counterattack startled the skinny middle-aged man. The number of people who had died under this method was too many to count. He had already lost count of how many people he had killed, apart from those whose strength was too high to assassinate. Ye Chen was the first person with a peak Sea of Soul realm cultivation base to see through this move of his. How could he not be shocked?
"What? Didn't you say you'd let me have three moves?"
Ye Chen looked at the opponent with a sneer.
The skinny middle-aged man retracted his astonishment and smiled, "I only said my clone would let you have three moves, not my real body. You didn't hear me clearly."
"Is that so? How about I let you have three moves first? "
"You let me have three moves first?"
The skinny middle-aged man was a bit confused.
However, thinking of Ye Chen's shrewdness, he still shook his head, "No, I'm afraid of being cheated by you. To be honest, I've never seen someone as shrewd as an old fox at your age."
"Hehe, you're overpraising me. Let's see what I can do!"
Ye Chen suddenly attacked. The Thunder Disaster Sword drew a transparent arc in the void, its tip pointing straight at the middle-aged man's forehead. Before the sword arrived, a sharp sword Qi had already locked onto the opponent. No matter how many tricks the opponent had, it would be impossible to confuse Ye Chen.
"I've found a tough one."
The skinny middle-aged man inwardly cursed his bad luck. Waving his bony palm in the air, a silver-black ghost claw stretched out, covering all the vital points of Ye Chen's body.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding …
The two fought fast against fast, and the middle-aged man's strength was not something Ye Chen dared to underestimate. Ye Chen was sure that apart from a small portion of the people present, everyone else's strength was about the same. It would be impossible to win without paying a price. Ye Chen also didn't dare to say that he could easily defeat the middle-aged man, because both sides hadn't used their killing moves yet. They were still at the stage of testing each other's strength.
Rumble!
Ten battles suddenly erupted in the palace: Jin Wanshuang against Shi Shaobao, the cold-faced youngster against the middle-aged scholar, Lin Yuxuan against the pale-faced youngster, the middle-aged woman against the middle-aged woman, the weathered old man against the raincoat old man, the twin brothers against the masked man, the yellow-robed woman against the curly-bearded man, Murong Qingcheng against the young woman, and Ye Chen against the skinny middle-aged man.
The ten battles were all spread out, each occupying an area.
The entire palace had turned into a battlefield. Only the Upper Rank Spirit Stones in the center of the palace, which was enveloped by a Spirit Array, did not erupt. Fortunately, there was a Spirit Array there. Otherwise, the superimposed Qi strength would inevitably destroy all 500 million Upper Rank Spirit Stones, leaving nothing behind.
Apart from this, the palace itself was also protected by a restriction. Therefore, no matter how big the commotion was, it couldn't shake the palace. Whenever someone's attack landed on the palace walls, it would be absorbed by a layer of light without any sound or influence.
The battles were too bitter, and everyone was fighting with their lives on the line. This was different from the previous battles. Among the ten battles, which one of them wasn't concealing their strength? Each of them was a rare powerhouse under Life and Death realm with countless killing moves and trump cards?
Of course, the most magnificent battle was naturally between Jin Wanshuang and Shi Shaobao. Both of them were at the top of their respective squads. At this moment, they were no longer holding back, displaying everything they had learned and attacking each other with all their might.
"Lion King Claw!"
Shi Shaobao furiously roared. His right hand turned into a huge lion claw and fiercely struck at Jin Wanshuang. The energy carried by the claw pierced through metal and stone, causing space to distort.
Clang!
Jin Wanshuang didn't hold back. He extended his palm and clenched it into a fist. This fist was shining with a silvery radiance, as if it was forged from silver. However, no one would think of it as silver, because this fist was countless times harder than silver. Even diamond would not be able to compare to it. Amidst a loud sound, Jin Wanshuang's fist shattered the Lion King Claw and kicked at Shi Shaobao's head.
"Courting death!"
Shi Shaobao stretched out his left hand and grabbed Jin Wanshuang's ankle. Exerting strength in his arm, he lifted Jin Wanshuang and spun him several times in the air. An ordinary person would have long since become dizzy and lose all their battle strength, let alone the ability to counterattack. However, Jin Wanshuang was not an ordinary person. As if he couldn't feel the spinning, his fists repeatedly struck Shi Shaobao's Protective Zhen Yuan, causing his blood and Qi to boil.
"Scram!"
Shi Shaobao furiously roared and threw Jin Wanshuang.
With a slap, Jin Wanshuang's feet stomped on the palace wall and borrowed the rebound force to attack Shi Shaobao again. His strength and reaction speed were truly frightening.
Roar!
Shi Shaobao couldn't endure this kind of attack and finally reverted to his true form. The air suddenly distorted, and a dozen meter long golden lion appeared in front of everyone. This golden lion had four pillar-like limbs and sharp claws. Its golden mane was draped behind its head, shining with a golden radiance as if it was forged from gold. Compared to the silver on Jin Wanshuang's body, the two colors were distinct.
One gold, one silver.
Roar!
Shi Shaobao roared again and suddenly leaped up, attacking Jin Wanshuang. His huge body allowed him to take countless steps forward with a single step. With a flicker, he appeared above Jin Wanshuang's head and ruthlessly stomped down with the pressure of Mount Tai.
"Dream on!"
Jin Wanshuang crossed his arms above his head, blocking the claws.
Creak!
The two were in a deadlock.
After reverting to his true form, Shi Shaobao became more and more violent. How could he tolerate such a situation? With a slight movement of his right claw, his huge head reached down and bit at Jin Wanshuang's head. If he was bitten, it wouldn't be as simple as a light injury; he would definitely be split in two.
However, Jin Wanshuang didn't only have this much ability. His eyes turned silver, and his hair stood up like a silver hedgehog. Resisting the pressure, he clenched his left fist and punched at one of Shi Shaobao's huge teeth, producing an intense sound of metal colliding.
Shi Shaobao was forced back a step, and cracks appeared on his teeth. He couldn't help but fly into a rage out of humiliation. This was the first time he had suffered a loss.
Apart from Shi Shaobao and Jin Wanshuang's side, the others were also in a miserable state. Although they weren't as majestic as this place, they were exceptionally murderous.
The cold-faced youngster and the middle-aged scholar had already exchanged hundreds of moves. In these hundreds of moves, both sides had suffered a small loss. After all, in a fight between sword artists, the moment they saw a flaw, they would strike it. Using speed to fight speed, the slightest flaw would be fatal.
The cold-faced youngster's shoulder was struck by a sword, and there was a bloody mark on his chest. On the other hand, the middle-aged scholar's hair was disheveled, and his abdomen and leg were both struck by a sword. The two were evenly matched, and it seemed like they didn't know each other well. It was still too early to decide the victor.
However, in a fight between the same level, the victor could only be decided in the later stages. Only then would the small advantages and disadvantages be magnified to the point that they couldn't be ignored.
However, as time passed, some people began to fall into a disadvantageous position.
The first to fall into a disadvantageous position was the yellow-faced man. His opponent was a bald fatty with a tattoo on his head. This fatty was extremely hard to deal with. Just like the fat on his body, the Zhen Yuan he had cultivated was extremely slippery. When the spear stabbed forward, it was soft but not strong. The yellow-faced man became more and more powerless, and many bloody marks appeared on his body. He was suppressed to the point where he couldn't even raise his head.
"Hehe, dying by my hands? It's not bad to say it out loud."
The bald fatty seemed to be handling the situation with ease. Up until now, it seemed he hadn't used his full strength. His palms were the size of palms, and as they slammed out, a dense mass of thick vibrational energy could be felt. The yellow-faced man had suffered from this vibrational energy, and every time they exchanged blows, he could feel minute injuries appearing in his body. Over time, these minute injuries would accumulate, and it would be terrifying.
"Die!"
The yellow-faced man suddenly threw out the shield in his hand, slashing at the bald fatty's head while blocking the latter's vision.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the yellow-faced man suddenly leaped up, and his body split into three. The three of them attacked at the same time, creating layers of spear shadows.
"Hehe!"
Unexpectedly, the bald fatty's movement technique was ten times better than what the yellow-faced man had imagined. This kind of movement technique, let alone a fatty, even a person as light as a swallow might not be able to display it so elegantly. However, the bald fatty gave people a feeling of elegance.
His figure flashed, and the bald fatty dodged the shield, suddenly appearing below the yellow-faced man. His eyes narrowed, and his small eyes couldn't be seen anymore as he pushed out both hands.
The yellow-faced man had split into three figures, and they had a confusing effect. The bald fatty indeed couldn't see through them, so he pushed out two palms. Out of the three, two hit, the success rate was higher than fifty percent. If he didn't hit, then it could only be said that the yellow-faced man's luck was too good.
In fact, the yellow-faced man's luck wasn't that good. Out of the two figures that were hit, one was his real body.
Puff!
The bald fatty's fleshy palm was plump and strangely powerful. The yellow-faced man was hit in the crotch, and his whole body was thrown high into the air. His lower part was smashed into a pile, and his stomach was pierced through. Due to the powerful pressure, the yellow-faced man's blood didn't come from his mouth, but from the top of his head. His head suddenly exploded, turning into a bloody mist.
At this point, Ye Chen's side had lost one person.
This wasn't the end. The battle between the middle-aged woman and the middle-aged woman also ended. The one who died was the middle-aged woman on Ye Chen's side.
"I've roamed the Jianghu for so many years, but this is the first time I've met someone more sinister than me. I deserve to die." The middle-aged woman stood upright on the ground. Her back was full of silver needles, and the real fatal wounds were the two silver needles on the soles of her feet. It turned out that the middle-aged woman on Shi Shaobao's side had placed the silver needles on the ground from time to time during the battle, waiting for her opponent to step on them. Such a small trick couldn't have been hidden from the middle-aged woman on Ye Chen's side. However, she had already refined the silver needles into her body, forcing them out from the soles of her feet and hiding them in the ground around her.
Therefore, the one who lost this battle wasn't because they were weak, but because they weren't as sinister as the other side. They hadn't expected that the other side would use such an unimaginable trick.
In the blink of an eye …
Ye Chen's side lost two people. In terms of numbers, the balance shifted towards Shi Shaobao's side.
The strength of both sides was about the same, and Ye Chen's side seemed a bit weaker. Losing two people at once was simply a devastating disaster. It was like a tug-of-war. Both sides were evenly matched, but as long as the other side exerted a little more strength, it would lead to an overwhelming victory.
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