Peerless Soul Emperor

0Fresh blood smeared the snow-white magic treasure, and it actually took the initiative to absorb and devour, as if it had come to life.    0

    

This magic treasure was only a foot long. After absorbing the blood, it flickered with a demonic blood glow, and both sides became extremely sharp.    

    

"Blood Star Awl, break for me!" Mu Yang shouted and urged the Blood Star Awl to shoot out.    

    

The sound of the air being torn could be heard!    

    

This bloody light transformed into tens of thousands of streaks in the air, each of which contained a Blood Star Awl. The overwhelming bloody light pressed down on the Green Elemental Sword Formation.    

    

Poof, poof, poof, poof ~    

    

Tens of thousands of Blood Star Axes bombarded the Green Elemental Sword Formation, and even the dense strands of black hair were torn apart.    

    

However, most of the bloody light was shattered by the remnants of the black hair!    

    

When Ye Feng saw this, his eyes focused, and he did not panic at all. He only inserted a few hand seals into the sword formation.    

    

In the next moment, the sword formation glowed with a bright green light. The broken black hair flew away like a dragon and quickly connected. Whether it was toughness or sharpness, it had greatly increased compared to before.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Star Awl had also been split in half by the strand of hair. It was useless from now on.    

    

Mu Yang's life magic treasure was damaged, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was completely bloodless. However, in the next moment, it caused his heart to sink even deeper.    

    

His black hair curled into a ball, and in the blink of an eye, it shrunk to a radius of ten meters. Then, the void changed greatly, and countless green bamboo swords appeared in a flash. The tip of the swords were all aimed at his vitals.    

    

He had no doubt that Mu Yang would suffer the pain of ten thousand swords piercing his heart in the next moment.    

    

Ye Feng's face was expressionless. After going through the fine cultivation of the Green Yuan Sword Formation, his strength was still not enough to satisfy him. Just as he was about to activate the sword formation, a voice suddenly entered his ears.    

    

"Stop! Let go of my old ancestor, or else I will kill her!"    

    

On the surface of the sea, Mu Chen grabbed Guoyao's neck with one hand and pressed a black and sharp scimitar against her heart.    

    

With Guoyao's strength, how could she be a match for this person? Naturally, she was caught by him in a short period of time. However, Ye Feng's strength had greatly exceeded Mu Chen's imagination.    

    

He had no choice but to use this woman to threaten Ye Feng. As long as the tip of the blade vibrated, this woman would instantly die!    

    

Ye Feng's face sank and he coldly said, "Let her go!" A pressure descended and Mu Chen felt his blood boiling.    

    

The tip of the blade slightly trembled and pierced through Guoyao's inner armor. The sharp blade directly sliced through her body.    

    

Guoyao's entire body trembled. Not to mention Ye Feng, even a Half Saint would not be able to save her.    

    

"Let go of my old ancestor first, otherwise, it would be a life and death struggle!" Mu Chen clamored.    

    

Ye Feng shook his head and said: "You asked for it!" Then, he took a step forward and appeared three meters in front of Mu Chen.    

    

Kill!    

    

Mu Chen almost instantly attacked, but the scimitar did not budge at all. It was not only the saber, but also his hand. His body and even his sleeves seemed to have been frozen.    

    

It was as if the surrounding space had been sealed. It was as if his entire body had been frozen.    

    

After being in the Sumeru Ring for three months, Ye Feng had already mastered the Spatial Imprisonment Technique. Even a Golden Dragon Stage expert would find it difficult to resist this spatial force.    

    

He slowly walked in front of Mu Chen. With a flick of his two fingers, the scimitar that was pressed against Guoyao's chest was deflected.    

    

Following which, Ye Feng grabbed onto Mu Chen's neck with one hand. At this moment, all the restraints around him disappeared.    

    

Mu Chen's eyes were filled with terror. It was as if he had seen a ghost and he even wanted to call out to the Old Ancestor to save him!    

    

However, a suction force erupted from the young man's hand. Mu Chen felt all the blood in his body flow backwards and flow towards the hand that was holding him.    

    

Not long after, a living Peak of Heavenly Soul Stage powerhouse turned into a withered corpse.    

    

"I'm sorry, your blade is not fast enough for me!"