Zhu Hao looked at the scene and smiled with satisfaction.

In the field of vision, the soul sword completely disappeared into Ye Chen's body without leaving a trace. It gave full play to all its strength and frantically cut Ye Chen's soul.

And ye Chen, at the moment, has no action. He stands in place, even his fingers haven't moved.

"You should feel very honored to die under my sword." Zhu Hao wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, put his hands around his chest and looked at Ye Chen with a look at the dead.

However, after a while.

Zhu Hao can't help frowning. Why hasn't Ye Chen died yet? He still stands in the void and his body doesn't move. What's more strange is that he not only doesn't wail and roar, but also breathes so evenly and unchanged.

"Do you wonder why I'm still alive?"

Suddenly, ye Chen uttered a word, which made Zhu Hao's eyes coagulate slightly, and said in great surprise: "what's the matter? You should be cut off by the soul sword alive. Do you have any Hongmeng Lingbao to block the killing sword?"

Zhu Hao was a little flustered. He thought about it immediately.

Yes, ye Chen must have Hongmeng Lingbao and blocked the attack of the soul sword at the critical moment. This must be the case.

"Sorry, you guessed wrong."

Ye Chen smiled faintly and stepped forward slowly. On his body, a hazy light bloomed and swept away like a strong wind, which made Zhu Hao stiff. His pupils were tight and his mouth couldn't say a word. He could only make a yiyiah sound.

This misty light is not strange to him, even extremely familiar. It is the power of the soul.

How did this happen?

Ye Chen, the true nine heaven, can actually control the power of the soul.

And the power he radiated was even stronger than Zhu Hao, almost a hundred times stronger.

At this moment, Zhu Hao felt that he had been completely confused. The common sense he believed in before was completely subverted. He stood like a wooden chicken. There was no emotion in his eyes, except surprise.

The power of the soul is roaring wildly. At the moment, there is an endless power of the soul between heaven and earth.

The smile at the corners of his mouth was still bright. Ye Chen's steps slowly walked towards Zhu Hao, looked at him and said softly, "didn't you just say that I didn't know what the power of the soul is? Why don't you talk when you see this scene now?"

Pa Pa!

Ye Chen's voice echoed in his ears. Zhu Hao only felt how harsh it was. It was like an invisible palm slapping on his face, which filled his whole person with a sense of shame.

From beginning to end, Zhu Hao was like a clown, laughing and making a fool of himself in front of Ye Chen. Ye Chen didn't regard him as a real opponent because he was not worthy of Zhu Hao.

Boom!

It seems that the power of the soul submerged by heaven and earth will burst out, and the dark light will sweep through, and finally condense into a dark magic sword.

This sword, deep and introverted, contains a palpitating breath, which stops Zhu Hao's breathing. Now he thinks of what he just said, his body begins to twitch. The sword of soul wants to take ye Chen's life. It's ridiculous and humiliating.

"Your resentment against me can finally end."

The sound fell, and a black sword light penetrated the void and directly disappeared into Zhu Hao's mind, cutting his fragile soul into pieces.

"It's over!"

What ye Chen said still echoed in the void and in Zhu Hao's mind, becoming the sound of his funeral.

Pop.

Zhu Hao's body fell slowly and fell to the ground, making a dull noise. In addition, even a trace of smoke and dust didn't start.

In the void, the blue sky remained, and the breeze came gently, as if the death of this peerless genius did not stir up any waves, and no one cared.

Ye Chen stared at Zhu Hao's body without expression. His body suddenly trembled, his mouth opened and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The soul sword stabbed into his mind and bombarded the zhenhun shield, which did not cause any damage to Ye Chen's soul. However, the power of the evil killing sword code displayed by Zhu Hao is extremely amazing, which has already hurt Ye Chen's meridians.

However, ye Chen didn't choose to stop immediately to recover from his injury. After plugging several healing pills, he picked up the jade card on Zhu Hao and continued to run forward.

The most important thing in the second round of Imperial War is time.

If ye Chen wants to get the top 12 seats, he must not stop. He must keep moving forward and look for the next opponent.

Hoo Hoo!

The body passes through the void and brings a harsh sound of breaking the void.

Ye Chen lowered his head and glanced at the sword mark on his body, but his eyes were very calm. Raising his head, a dark halo appeared in front of him. Through it, the second battle will begin.

Boom!

The real yuan suddenly broke out, and ye Chen came to the second battlefield through the halo.

"How fragrant!"

Ye Chen sniffed at the tip of his nose and immediately smelled a refreshing fragrance. What was printed into his vision was a vast plain, with fragrant grass and red flowers everywhere. Sometimes animals collapsed and rolled up bursts of smoke and dust. This scene immediately gave people a sense of peace of mind.

Unfortunately, in such a beautiful scene, there will be a bloody battle. For this, ye Chen also couldn't help laughing bitterly.

"Who!"

At this time, ye Chen's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and his eyes looked coldly straight ahead.

There, a dark halo emerged and a figure came out of the halo. The pace of the comer was not fast, or even slow, but each step of the other party, ye Chen's heart trembled violently, and there was a faint feeling of trembling in the depths of his soul.

"It seems that my luck today is not very good."

Ye Chen whispered in his heart that every move of the comer can affect his soul. Obviously, this person has controlled the power of his soul and is much better than Zhu Hao. Obviously, he is also a strong saint.

Among the 48 talented young people, 12 have stepped into the realm of holy Tao.

Ye Chen met Zhu Hao in the first World War. Unexpectedly, in the Second World War, he also met a strong saint.

Hoo!

Thick spit out a mouthful of turbid air, ye Chen's war spirit burned up, stared at each other indifferently, and stepped out slowly.

Two people, closer and closer.

The true yuan on Ye Chen has condensed to the extreme. A ray of moonlight is blooming. He is about to rush out and open the curtain of the second battle.

"Leaf dust!"

A familiar voice came, which made Ye Chen's eyes tremble and his body suddenly stopped.

He opened his eyes wide and looked deeply ahead. The misty light enveloping each other slowly dissipated at this time, revealing a delicate and perfect face.

The visitor is a woman.

She was tall and wore a gorgeous set of star clothes, which perfectly set off her exquisite figure. Her long hair was like a waterfall on her shoulders. With her steps, it shook slightly, but it rippled out an intoxicating and charming fragrance.

This fragrance, very unique, seems to be able to invade the soul, like a dream, which makes people unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

Ye Chen never thought that the opponent he faced was her, Xingmeng Lingtong and Su mu.