After killing the skinny middle-aged man, Ye Chen stood in place and did not go to help anyone, because there was no one on his side who needed help.
Jin Wanshuang was fighting Shi Shaobao, and the latter still had the upper hand.
The cold-faced youngster was fighting against the middle-aged scholar. Both of them were sword artists, and if Ye Chen went to help, it would only make the cold-faced youngster unhappy.
As for Lin Yuxuan, it was better to forget about it. This person was extremely arrogant, so how could he accept the help of others?
The twin brothers had strange and unfathomable characters, so it was better not to interfere. As for the yellow-robed woman, no matter how Ye Chen looked at it, it was her opponent who needed help. If he went, it would only be superfluous. Moreover, Murong Qingcheng had also gained the upper hand, suppressing the young woman. It seemed that the battle would be settled after a while.
In the end, the battle between the old man and the raincoat old man was a bit confusing. The old man's style was fast, precise, and accurate, while the raincoat old man's style was the same as his attire, strange and inexplicable. Sometimes, it was better to attack in a straight line, but he always chose an arc. Sometimes, when it was necessary to clash head-on, he would retreat with all his might, and when it was necessary to retreat, he would attack with all his might. In short, it could not be speculated with common sense.
Retracting his gaze, Ye Chen turned around and looked at the small mountain of upper grade spirit stones at the center of the palace.
The reason this astonishing amount of upper grade spirit stones could be preserved for so many years was directly related to the formation below. If Ye Chen's guess was correct, this formation should be called the Spirit Locking Formation, which could lock spirit Qi within the formation and not let it leak out.
Apart from locking spirit Qi, the Spirit Locking Formation also had a powerful defensive ability. Once the qi surging back and forth in the palace rushed over, it would immediately be deflected by the formation's power, unable to shake it in the slightest. However, the Spirit Locking Formation was, after all, not a defensive formation. After suffering countless attacks, it became unstable and flickered.
Ye Chen didn't dare to break open the array and collect the upper grade spirit stones. He was afraid that once the array was broken, the upper grade spirit stones inside would be shattered by the Qi energies coming from all directions. If he were to shatter more than five hundred million upper grade spirit stones, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
Therefore, even if he had nothing to do, he could only watch from the side without doing anything.
"Four Symbols Sky Absolute Sword Art!"
"Limitless Death Sword!"
The confrontation between the two peak sword artists attracted Ye Chen's attention. The middle-aged scholar and the cold-faced youngster both used their killing moves, preparing to decide the victor and the loser. The middle-aged scholar's killing move contained four elements: wood profound, metal profound, fire profound, and water profound. Of course, these four profounds weren't fused, but rather separated and complemented each other. Four consecutive sword strikes cut off all of the cold-faced youngster's paths of retreat and advance, giving off an aura of extermination. Meanwhile, the cold-faced youngster's killing move fused the earth profound and metal profound, carrying the weight of earth and sharpness of metal. It didn't need many transformations. Once the sword pierced out, even gods and ghosts wouldn't be able to escape. It aimed at the middle-aged scholar's flaw.
"Amazing! Either one of them has the strength to compete with me. If I don't use Bewitching Mirror Shattering, it will be almost impossible for me to defeat them. Even if I use it, I only have a seventy percent chance of defeating them."
Ye Chen's mind turned quickly, analyzing the two's strength and comparing it with his own.
In the blink of an eye, the two's killing moves collided with each other, and then thousands of cold stars burst out. Even Ye Chen couldn't figure out what had happened in a split second, and could only speculate based on the trajectory of the thousands of cold stars.
Puff!
The cold stars faded, and a stream of blood sprayed seven or eight feet high. The middle-aged scholar's head was raised up, and on his neck, there was a horrifying sword mark. His throat had been cut, and his spine was strangely broken, unable to support the weight of his head.
In the confrontation of killing moves, the middle-aged scholar was the first to die.
Ye Chen then looked at the cold-faced youngster.
The cold-faced youngster's injury was very serious. For an ordinary person, this would be a fatal injury. His left and right chest were pierced, and his two thighs were also cut with deep sword marks. Blood spurted out crazily, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in blood.
"One dead, one seriously injured. This is a battle between swordsmen!"
Ye Chen sighed.
Clang!
After killing the middle-aged scholar, the cold-faced youngster's body went limp. His longsword fell to the ground, and he knelt on both knees, spurting out a huge mouthful of blood. His hair was drenched in sweat and blood. At this moment, not to mention a half-step King, even an Astral Reaching expert could easily kill him.
The injuries on his thighs and right chest couldn't be considered fatal. However, the injury on his left chest was extremely fatal. If not for the slightest deviation, his heart would have been pierced, and he would have died. It could be said that his survival was seventy to eighty percent luck. This middle-aged scholar was the most frightening sword artist he had ever encountered, and had the possibility of killing him.
"Die!"
Right at this moment, a huge lion claw suddenly attacked the cold-faced youngster. The huge lion claw shone with a golden luster, and its owner was naturally Shi Shaobao in his true form. It turned out that Shi Shaobao and Jin Wanshuang had both been blown back by the clash just now, and Shi Shaobao had been blown back by the cold-faced youngster. Seeing that the cold-faced youngster had killed the middle-aged scholar and was also heavily injured, Shi Shaobao casually swiped his claw, wanting to kill him.
The cold-faced youngster didn't even have the strength to raise his eyes, let alone defend with his sword. If there were no mishaps, his death was already decided.
Clang!
However, a mishaps occurred. A longsword blocked Shi Shaobao's claw.
It was Ye Chen.
"You're courting death!"
Shi Shaobao's huge lion head spat out human words as he glowered at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen faintly smiled, "We're enemies. Since we're enemies, I can't let you have your way."
The reply to Ye Chen was a furious roar. Shi Shaobao's body twisted, and his other claw swiped at Ye Chen like lightning.
"Go back!"
Ye Chen held his sword with both hands. A black lightning ball condensed on the blade and instantly exploded, sending Shi Shaobao flying. Dozens of golden hairs danced in the air.
Dong!
After returning to his true form, the lion claw was Shi Shaobao's toughest part. Ye Chen's sword didn't injure him, but when he was sent flying into the air, a silver silhouette shot over and punched his chest, issuing a drum-like sound.
After this punch, Jin Wanshuang didn't get greedy and immediately retreated to avoid Shi Shaobao's counterattack.
Sure enough, after receiving this powerful punch, Shi Shaobao's mouth and nose leaked a large amount of blood. However, what he did first was not to temporarily dodge, but to fiercely counterattack. Under the pain, Shi Shaobao's counterattack was even crazier than his all-out attack.
Unfortunately, how could Jin Wanshuang give him such an opportunity?
Failing his counterattack, Shi Shaobao was sent flying backward. His four claws landed on the ground, and there was a small fist imprint on his chest. Blood flowed out of his seven apertures, indicating that he had suffered a serious internal injury.
If he wasn't a genius of the Golden Lion Race with the noblest peak high rank bloodline and an incomparably tyrannical fleshly body, even if he didn't die from this punch, he would be heavily injured. However, his strength was similar to Jin Wanshuang's, and with enough time, he had the confidence to grind Jin Wanshuang to death. But now that he was injured, he was definitely not Jin Wanshuang's opponent.
Turning his head to look at the others, Shi Shaobao turned silent.
Apart from the rain-robed old man, the others had either encountered an opponent that was hard to determine, or had an opponent that was as unfathomable as the rain-robed old man. The situation was not as good as he had imagined. If this continued, they would be annihilated one by one.
"Retreat!"
Shi Shaobao roared and shot toward the teleportation array.
Swoosh!
Swoosh! Just as Shi Shaobao's voice faded, two people flashed over. One was a pale-faced young lady, and the other was a blood-soaked masked man. These two had encountered extremely powerful opponents. The young lady's opponent was Murong Qingcheng, who was extremely fast and possessed a mysterious dark martial art. The masked man's opponent was Daer Ba, a monster with an undying fleshly body. Therefore, they had long since thought of retreating.
"Time to retreat. Hehe, your strength is not bad. This old man will not play with you anymore." The rain-robed old man shuttled through the rain, his figure flickering erratically as he shook off the weathered old man and flashed toward the teleportation array, leaving behind countless afterimages.
The middle-aged lady saw that the situation was not right and abandoned the curly-bearded man.
The pale-faced young man was rather unlucky. His path of retreat coincided with the bald fatty's. The latter's movement technique was too powerful, and Daer Xiong did not manage to hit him. Instead, his axe chopped down on the pale-faced young man's body, splitting him into two from head to toe.
Seeing that most of the enemies had fled, Jin Wanshuang and the rest did not stop them. As the saying goes, don't chase a cornered enemy. If you forced the enemy into a desperate situation, you would inevitably face the enemy's final counterattack. Everyone's strength was equal, and one side's final counterattack would more or less increase the number of casualties.
"Let's go!"
The teleportation array had already been activated, flickering with radiance. Shi Shaobao coldly said.
The masked man said, "There's one more."
He looked at the curly-bearded man.
Shi Shaobao shook his head, "He won't be able to live."
At the last moment, the yellow-robed lady became slightly serious. Her body turned into a stream of light and coiled around the curly-bearded man like a huge yellow snake.
Clatter!
The curly-bearded man's body emitted continuous popping sounds. As soon as the yellow-robed lady left, his body softened and collapsed on the ground like a pile of meat.
In just a moment, the curly-bearded man's bones were completely shattered.
The yellow-robed lady's strength shocked everyone.
Buzz!
The teleportation array flickered, and Shi Shaobao and the rest disappeared from the palace.
"I owe you my life."
The cold-faced youngster said to Ye Chen.
"He's also my enemy." Ye Chen sheathed his sword.
"Those are two different matters. This life of mine, I will return it to you." Saying so, the cold-faced youngster sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes to begin healing.
Ye Chen faintly smiled and moved closer to the others.
The silver luster on Jin Wanshuang's body receded as he sized up everyone. Seeing that the middle-aged woman and the yellow-faced man had died, he couldn't help but sigh. The ten people he had invited were all experts, but facing an elite like them, casualties were unavoidable.
Fortunately, the enemies had more casualties. Ten had come, but only six were left. Four had died, which was double their numbers.
Even if they won this battle, it would be a pyrrhic victory.
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