The dark white bone sword blade stabbed on the golden handprint, but it could not penetrate the slightest. The golden handprint seemed extremely strong and completely suppressed the evil white bone sword.

"This golden handprint is not a treasure, but a martial art. This is the second martial art you get?"

Yang Tuo frowned and looked at the golden handprint that was not afraid of the white bone sword.

This handprint martial arts is so strange. It not only contains such terrible defense, but also the escaping breath is like a fierce beast with teeth and claws, emitting the desolate smell of ancient times.

"In this space, you can become a winner only by defeating the other party. Your defensive martial arts are really overbearing, but you can't defeat me by blindly defending." Yang Tuo snorted coldly. A blood evil spirit wrapped around his hand and kept rolling. Soon, his body moved and the white bone sword burst into a dark light.

"Defensive martial arts, are you sure this golden handprint is really defensive martial arts?"

Ye Chen's body moved and made a mocking sound. Yang Tuo thought that ye Chen only knew defense. It was stupid to see that the golden handprint blocked the attack of the white bone sword.

Ye Chen's body moved a minute and his palm slowly sent out. The golden handprint burst out terrorist power, which was as sacred as a God and as evil as a demon. Two distinct breath intertwined, as if to suppress heaven and earth.

Yang Tuo saw a golden handprint photographed towards him, his eyes slightly coagulated, holding the white bone sword, the sword roared, and directly bombarded with the golden handprint.

Boom!

A dull noise came out, and the whole space seemed to tremble. I saw the golden handprint slowly pressing forward. The golden light shrouded Ye Chen's body. The dazzling brilliance was so bright and domineering.

In contrast, Yang Tuo was a little unbearable, bearing the terrible power of the golden handprint. Yang Tuo's body retreated a few steps. He was surprised to find that the golden handprint contained the power of the soul. It was vast and huge, condensed into a little, and killed himself crazily.

"What kind of martial arts is this? Being able to defend and attack is beyond the scope of common sense."

Yang Tuo's eyes are somewhat unwilling. His eyes become red at this time, and dense blood beads are seeping out of his pores. In his eyes, ye Chen has always existed like a mole ant. If he loses today, doesn't it mean that he is not as good as a mole ant.

"Die!"

With a roar, the white bone sword in Yang Tuo's hand trembled wildly, and the blood gas turned into a vortex in a spiral shape. The heavy bombardment made Ye Chen's body tremble suddenly on the golden handprint. On the handprint, there was a clear sound, as if it was going to crack.

"If the golden handprint is broken, your life will not last long." Yang Tuo stares at Ye Chen with a gloomy tone.

But ye Chen's eyes looked down on him, as if overlooking the mole ants, which made the ferocious smile on Yang Tuo's face freeze there. The eyes were full of disdain and no fear. It was like looking at a clown.

"Really?"

Ye Chen's voice was full of irony. There was a strong soul power on him. The dark light bloomed and turned into a dark long sword and soul killing sword.

"Die!"

An angry cry came out of Ye Chen's mouth. The dark long sword disappeared. Yang Tuo only felt his head tremble and subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop it.

"No, the long sword is not the real yuan, but the power of the soul."

At the moment when he came into contact with the soul killing sword, Yang Tuo suddenly reacted. Immediately his body retreated violently, but he didn't care too much. He immediately burst out the soul power of his whole body, shrouded in front of him, and shot at the soul killing sword at the same time.

The roaring sound came out, and the divine power of soul killing sword instantly tore the power of resisting the soul in front. Under the gaze of Yang Tuo's incomparable fear, it directly stabbed into his mind, acted on the soul, and erupted into an incomparable terrible destructive power.

"Ah!"

Yang Tuo burst into a shrill wail. His eyes suddenly widened and his face was pale. He was no longer arrogant. He couldn't even hold the white bone sword. His body trembled madly and his veins burst out. It was so miserable.

"Soul formula, this is the soul formula. You, ye Chen, can not only operate the power of the soul, but also display the soul formula. You are the one who hides the deepest." Yang Tuo's mouth shed blood. He pointed at Ye Chen angrily, and even hesitated to speak.

"You can't escape death today whether you hide or show your sharp edge." Ye Chen, who is surrounded by the power of the soul, strides forward. The golden light on his body is more and more bright. The handprint once again blooms the power of terror and oppresses Yang Tuo.

Looking at the approaching leaf dust, Yang Tuo staggered to his feet, his face was gloomy and said a very terrible point. Then, his hand stretched out, and there was a thick blood smell in the palm of his hand.

There, a pill, red pill, appeared.

"Who wins?" he has the final say. "Yang," he smiled, and swallowed the pills into his stomach.

At that time, the blood light broke out, and Yang Tuo's breath suddenly soared at an amazing speed under Ye Chen's gaze. Around his body, blood mang seemed to condense a strange face. That feeling was like a demon appeared in front of him, which was completely integrated with Yang Tuo's body.

"Taboos."

Ye Chen's eyes suddenly trembled. At the moment Yang Tuo took the pill, his body's breath was several times stronger and became extremely crazy. During the war of the imperial dynasty, this pill was banned. After taking it, not only the user will suffer irreversible trauma, but also threaten the lives of other talented young people.

This Yang Tuo, in order to win, actually took prohibited substances, completely ignoring the warning of the heavenly god palace.

"Ye Chen, die!"

When the blood awn dissipated, Yang Tuo's body showed signs of liquefaction, turned into a blood like existence, and completely integrated with the white bone sword.

"The bloody ghost destroys the world!"

Blood mang poured out of the white bone sword crazily, as if the whole space had become a sea of blood. In an instant, the sea of blood roared, a red light condensed to the extreme, an unparalleled terrorist force, killing crazily.

The cracking sound broke out, and cracks spread out in the space at the moment. The solid space has a tendency to collapse at the moment.

Ye Chen stared at the crazy blood light. He knew that this move would be Yang Tuo's last kill.

If he can block it, he will win. Otherwise, he will die on the spot!

The power of the soul flows around Ye Chen. Immediately, his palm sticks out, and the golden handprint blooms. The power of the soul penetrates into it like a hairspring, almost all of which are integrated into it, and countless resonance sounds come out.

This sound, very melodious, seems to have existed for tens of thousands of years.

The holy family enters the Tao with soul, so it is also called the soul family.

Only by thoroughly integrating the soul power of saints into martial arts can we show the strongest power.

At this moment, in this confined space, ye Chen has no reservation, and all the soul forces burst out. Then, a roar with endless and deep cheers resounded through the bloody space.

"Holy soul fingerprint!"