"Clang!"
With a clang, the Ancient God Star-picking Palm appeared behind Ye Chen and caught the sword energy in front of him.
Then, the Ancient God Power forcefully crushed it and the returning sword energy crumbled instantly, turning into scattered sand and floating away.
Ye Chen thought, 'It seems like the sword energy is being returned but it's not the sword energy that I released. There must be some special process involved. This person's swordsmanship is amazing.'
"Kid, you have a special power in you. It's extraordinary!"
"Old man, I'm interested in your swordsmanship too."
"Hahaha, if you can take a blow from me, I'll tell you where the sword boat is. If you can't, then you'll give me all the power you have. How about that?"
"Ha, if I can't take it, do I still have the right to choose? Cut the crap and come at me! "
"Smart!"
The flute in the old man's hand spun rapidly and revealed a rotten, dry face like a mummy crawling out of a grave. It was very strange.
However, Ye Chen did not care about the appearance. What he cared about was the swordsmanship that the old man used.
The old man coveted the Ancient God Power in him and Ye Chen wanted to understand the strange swordsmanship that the old man used and how it made his sword energy return.
Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were sharp and locked on the swordsman before him.
The swordsman's lips curled into a very cold smile. Sand and stones flew around him. Chaos was coming.
"Pay attention!"
The flute was thrown into the air. Endless flying sand gathered toward the flute along with the sound of the flute. Then, it turned into a sword shape and locked on to Ye Chen.
It looked like an ordinary sword but Ye Chen could sense that it contained a powerful and strange power of the power of the power of laws. This feeling was very clear. This was Ye Chen's natural sense of danger and it would not change because of the environment.
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the sword blended into the sandstorm and attacked him.
The speed of the sword energy was very slow and it seemed to be getting slower as if it had entered a slow-motion space. Ye Chen felt his movements become slow at the same time. It turned out that the moment the sword shape was formed and released, the surrounding space was already under the control of the sandstorm.
"Zeng!"
The sandstorm came and the sword shape slowly became clear. When Ye Chen noticed it, the sword shape was already in front of him.
"Hahaha, genius? He's just a fool! "
Ye Chen heard the old man's domineering voice clearly. It was clear that the old man knew the outcome of the battle. The sword before him had already locked onto Ye Chen's life.
"Hu, hu, hu!"
At this moment, the sandstorm dispersed rapidly and the sword struck between Ye Chen's brows. Subsequently, the sword did not penetrate Ye Chen's head. Instead, it turned into countless scattered sand and covered Ye Chen's body.
"Chi, chi, chi!"
As the scattered sand stagnated, Ye Chen stood like a statue.
"Da, da, da!"
The old man walked over with light steps, as if he was taking a stroll in the park, relaxed and at ease.
He walked to Ye Chen and smiled while taking a good look at the 'statue' before him.
"Such a mysterious and ancient power is actually in the body of such a young man. It is truly strange and a waste. Why don't you let this old man obtain it?"
The swordsman extended his withered, long, and sharp claw-like hand and grabbed at Ye Chen's face.
"Judging victory and defeat so easily, aren't you the stupid one?"
Ye Chen's voice entered the Swordsman's ears when the Withered Claw was three inches away from Ye Chen's face.
"No, that's impossible!"
The swordsman immediately retreated nine meters because he felt a power that was enough to threaten his life brewing.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Following that, the entire statue shattered instantly. Wild sand swirled and turned into the shape of a dragon, locking onto the swordsman.
"Sword — Stagnation!"
The swordsman performed an amazing divinity again and instantly stagnated the sword qi before him.
He looked coldly at the unscathed Ye Chen with a look of disbelief. He was too confident in his Sword Dao rule. Ye Chen must have been hit. According to the rule's effect, Ye Chen should not be able to move at this moment. He had turned into a sandman, so how could he still stand before him unscathed?
He could not understand. Ye Chen had seen through his Sword Dao and the Ancient God Space had broken the rule.
"The Sword of Sand is exquisite indeed. Ever since the first time you turned This Emperor's sword qi into quicksand and counterattacked, I've been analyzing the logic behind it. When you used the Sword of Sand to instantly kill This Emperor, I've already seen through it. "
"Impossible. I've cultivated the Sword of Sand for hundreds of years. How could you see through it in such a short time? You're bluffing!"
"Whether you're bluffing or you have a card up your sleeve, you might as well prove it with practice!"
"D * mn it!"
The swordsman was enraged and his entire body was filled with killing intent. The flying sand gathered and formed a huge sword shape. It hung in the sky and spun, aiming at Ye Chen.
"I'll make you die without a burial place this time. Then, give me all of your power!"
The huge Sword of Sand slashed down from the sky and charged at Ye Chen.
Facing the Sword of Sand that was a hundred times more powerful than before, Ye Chen still stood with his arms behind his back. He did not feel nervous at all.
"I've told you, I've seen through your Sword Dao!"
Ye Chen frowned. The sand around him flew up at the same time and turned into a huge Sword of Sand above his head.
The Sword of Sand from both sides flew at the same time and charged at each other.
"Rumble!"
With a loud noise, the Sword of Sand exploded and turned into countless flying sand. In the sky and on the ground, the wind and clouds kept stirring.
"No, no!"
Seeing that his Sword of Sand had completely dissipated while there were still several Sword of Sand hovering around Ye Chen, the swordsman knew that he had completely lost. His Sword Dao had failed.
He knelt on the ground, his eyes lifeless. He looked at Ye Chen as if he was looking at a god. After cultivating for hundreds of years and comprehending such an exquisite Sword Dao, he was seen through by Ye Chen in just a few moves. Who could accept such a contrast?
"Don't waste time. Where did the sword boat go?" Ye Chen asked coldly.
"Hahaha, I can tell you, but I hope you won't get too excited!"
Suddenly, the swordsman revealed a strange smile. Although he had lost the Sword Dao, he wanted to make the person before him suffer as well.
"The sword vessel you're looking for has already entered the Last Days Desert. Only there will you experience true despair and depravity. All those friends of mine will perish within it, whereas, if you enter it, then you'll definitely be obliterated. How about it? Are you satisfied with this outcome?"
"Hmm …"
Ye Chen's eyes turned cold. The swordsman was clearly taking revenge. What was the point of keeping such a sore loser?
"Since you're a cripple, give me your Sword Dao!"
"Roar!"
As the trembling roar shook, the Origin of Darkness appeared behind Ye Chen. The sacred Ancient God Power from before turned into violent, dark, and terrifying Nether Divine Power, sweeping toward the swordsman.
"Ah, ah?!"
The swordsman revealed the most horrified expression. How could he have imagined such an outcome!
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