Chapter 217: Lihun Roar, Shen Fei Po San

The eight long swords that instantly shattered the yellow-level magic weapon were blocked at this time. While the blue clouds were lifted, the blood-colored rainbow transformed from the eight long swords could no longer fall.

"Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, boy, I really underestimate you, but I have the hundreds of ghosts in my hand. No matter how you pretend to be a ghost, you are destined to be defeated! Hahaha..." Wang Baokun looked at Yi Chu coldly with his eyes, and his angry look could not help swallowing Yi Chu in one bite!

Feeling the pressure coming from the flying sword, Yi Chu smiled indifferently: "Hundred ghosts Ye Xingyi look good, but I just don't know how to take my palm." While speaking, Yi Chu slowly pushed out his palm.

This palm makes peach blossoms float; this palm is pink!

As the palm gently patted it out, countless peach blossoms flew straight towards Wang Baokun like a little bit of crimson.

"Hahaha, boy, I ask you, is your palm learned from the Goddess Sect? Why are you so angry? Let me tell you, this time, I will definitely win, the soul-catching demon eyes will be peeled off!"

Wang Baokun did not take Yi Chu's palm power at all. Under the urgency of the magic, two cold lights several feet long suddenly shot out from his suppressed eyes, covering Yi Chu's body!

The light was like lightning, and Yi Chu felt that his mind could not stop trembling. The mind that was firmly living in the spiritual platform felt like it was flying out of the spiritual platform. Depriving the soul, Wang Baokun made this move to deprive Yi Chu of his soul!

"Elder Wang, what is your disciple's intention? How dare you take this vicious move?" Taoist Feixuan, whose face turned red, asked Elder Wang angrily.

"Don't show mercy in person and do not give in on the spot. We are the people in the devil. What do you think we are doing?" Elder Wang refused to give in at all, so he simply stood up and stared at Wang Baokun who was using the technique of peeling the soul.

Taoist Feixuan pointed at Elder Wang and was about to continue talking, but after seeing Yi Chu trembling, he stood up straight again, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Yi Chu quickly.

Yi Chu stood there calmly, as if he had no feeling at all. At this moment, in his heart, the golden soul protected all his spiritual consciousness in the middle. Not to mention that Wang Baokun's soul-catching demon eyes had not yet been practiced, even if he had mastered it, it would be useless.

"When will Hua Mingzi fall down yet?" Looking at Yi Chu who had stood firm again, Wang Baokun was secretly anxious. As the corner of his mouth shaking, a mouthful of blood instantly turned into gray mist, making his soul-catching demon eyes a little stronger!

"Lihun Roar? Old Wang, it seems that our Demon Sect is now a talented person. You disciple can still roar in the Soul Roar!" Qiu Wanshan's expression also changed when Wang Baokun shouted.

The Soul Refining Sect does not appear too many times, and it is not only difficult to refine the essence, but also difficult to refine the essence. Despite this, the legend about Soul Refining Sect is still common. The most widely circulated is a master of the Soul Refining Sect. With this Soul Refining Sect, he once killed a medium-sized cultivation sect from the head to the ordinary disciples with a sound.

Li Soul roared, and the spirit was scattered.

However, Wang Baokun's roar did not achieve the desired effect as he wished. The hateful Yi Chu still stood there calmly, with a calm smile on his face.

"When will Hua Mingzi fall to the ground yet?!" Wang Baokun bit his tongue again.

"When will Hua Mingzi fall to the ground yet?!" As soon as he shouted again, Wang Baokun's body trembled, and a trace of red suddenly appeared on his already blue face.

"Hua Mingzi..." Wang Baokun shouted these three words, and his legs felt sore and his body was shaking more and more violently!

Yi Chu, who was standing opposite Wang Baokun, knew what was going on at this moment, and smiled at Wang Baokun and said loudly: "Wang Baokun, fall down for me!"

"Bang!"

Wang Baokun, who had not stood firm, fell to the ground with a plop and could never stand up again.

There was silence in the entire Ten Thousand Demons Temple. All the incredible gazes looked at Wang Baokun who fell to the ground, but then he looked at Yi Chu who had retracted eight blood-colored swords at that moment, his eyes full of surprise.

This dramatic competition ended with such a result. Wang Baokun, who was supposed to win the game, fell down in his own soul-losing roar, and Hua Mingzi, who didn't care about them at all, won so calmly!

Such a result was astonishing. Even Taoist Feixuan looked incredible at this time.

"It seems that the real person doesn't show his appearance, but the real person is not the real person! This guy is so scheming!" The disciple of the Heavenly Demon Palace standing beside Ling Shaotu murmured.

Ling Shaotu nodded coldly and did not say anything, but his eyes were staring at Yi Chu. At the same time, Wang Jun from the Demon Sword Sect was like a peerless sword, bursting out with a shocking fighting spirit. The fighting spirit was of course the man standing proudly on the ring.

"Disciple, what's wrong with you?" Elder Wang, who had recovered from his senses, rose up and flew towards Wang Baokun who had fallen on the ground.

When his hand touched Wang Baokun's body, he suddenly found that there were many bright red spots like peach blossoms on it.

"What did you do to my disciple?" Elder Wang, who roared, reached out and grabbed Yi Chu.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Soul Refining Sect, Wang Baokun can be regarded as Elder Wang's heart and soul. If anyone moves, he will have to fight to the death!

Wang Baokun, who was able to practice the Soul-Seeing Eye and the Soul-Leaving Roar, was destined to be the best candidate for the next generation of the Soul-Refining Sect. If his life is lost here, even though Elder Wang is of high status and powerful position, it is difficult to explain.

As Elder Wang's palm grabbed, a gloomy palm force instantly turned into a palm the size of a palm fan, and grabbed it straight towards Yi Chu. The moment the palm was grabbed, Yi Chu felt that his body was completely shrouded by the force of this palm!

Yi Chu felt that it was useless when he sacrificed his magic weapon. The masters in the Nascent Soul stage were too powerful. If a low-level cultivator did not possess a magic weapon that was against the sky, under the attack of this palm, ordinary magic weapons would not only be useless, but also might be captured by this big hand!

With his mind moving, Yi Chu did not use 100,000 Yin soldiers, but with his spiritual sense flashing, countless peach blossoms formed a colorful space around him, and endless pink instantly covered several feet of radius!
Chapter completed!