NOVEL NEXT Chapter 427 Fall
The sword light streaked across the night sky like a meteor. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be torn apart by invisible force and twisted into incredible shapes.
The old man stood in front of the sharp edge of the sword. At that moment, his body was as fragile as a piece of paper, unable to resist the impending doom.
The old man's eyes were full of disbelief and deep fear. He had gone through countless ups and downs in his life, but he never thought that he would have such a desperate moment.
He felt like he was being ruthlessly crushed by the wheel of fate, and all his struggles seemed so futile.
His body was shaking, and the fear from the inside out made him unable to control his movements.
He wanted to escape from this terrifying scene and the sword light that could easily take away his life, but everything happened too fast and too suddenly, and he had nowhere to escape.
The "sizzling" sound coming from the wound seemed like the God of Death was mocking his weakness.
That was the sound of the power of law raging inside his body, and every sound made him feel unprecedented pain.
The pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe, and he almost gave up resistance, but he knew that no matter what, he had no hope of living.
The little black figure flashed and arrived in front of the old man. He grabbed the old man's soul, opened his black hole-like mouth, and swallowed it directly.
At the same time, he quickly grabbed the old man's space ring and formation plate and handed them to Ye Chen without hesitation.
Ye Chen took these two treasures, his face did not show the slightest hint of joy, but instead looked more calm.
He quickly took out a green leaf and quickly restored the mana he had just consumed.
While Ye Chen was recovering, the old man's body was gradually dissipating under the power of those ruthless laws.
Eventually it turned into nothingness, leaving only the law fluctuations in the air that had not yet dissipated.
Ye Xing's opponent is a middle-aged man.
Between them, the laws of fire and wood intertwined and collided, with fire obviously overpowering wood.
However, Ye Xing, this young challenger, seemed to be born to be the nemesis of middle-aged men. Whenever the forces of law intertwined, he always had the upper hand.
The middle-aged man manipulated the long sword in his hand, and his whole body exuded a strong aura of the Law of Wood.
His hands quickly formed seals, and then he waved suddenly at Ye Xing.
"Tangled up!"
As his words fell, the surrounding space seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force, and began to twist and surge, like a boiling ocean, trapping Ye Xing firmly.
Immediately afterwards, countless thick vines sprang out from all directions like spiritual snakes, winding menacingly towards Ye Xing, as if to restrain him into a prey that could not move.
Ye Xing's eyes instantly became solemn, and he could clearly feel the powerful power contained in these rattans.
Once entangled by it, it may be difficult to break free in a short time.
He had to react quickly or the consequences would be disastrous.
His figure was like the wind, and he cleverly avoided the attack of the vines. The purple gold dragon knife in his hand danced like an arm, condensing sharp flaming sword light and slashing hard at the vines.
The rattan collapsed at the first touch, was instantly cut off by the flames of the sword, and ignited into blazing fire, turning into fiery snakes writhing and flying in the air.
However, the number of rattans seems endless, swarming in from all directions, as continuous as the waves.
Ye Xing's figure is flexible and he can shuttle freely among the vines. He can easily cut off several vines with each swing of his knife.
But more rattan seemed to be alive, wrapping around tenaciously, trying to bind him.
Ye Xing's expression remained unchanged, his eyes flashed with determination, and he must remain calm and patient.
So, he continued to wield the Purple Gold Panlong Sword and started a fierce battle with the rattan.
His face was full of solemnity, and he knew he couldn't stay trapped like this forever.
He suddenly stopped, clenched the blade with both hands, and swung it towards the sky.
In an instant, a blazing flame cut through the quiet night sky, like an angry fire dragon erupting from the ground and shooting straight into the sky.
Wherever the flaming sword light touched, the surrounding vines seemed to be swept by a strong wind.
They broke off one after another and turned into blazing flames in an instant, and the fire spread quickly like wild beasts.
With overwhelming power, the flaming sword light instantly opened up a passage in front, cutting off all the vines blocking the way.
At the same time, Ye Xing's figure was like lightning, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, disappearing in an instant.
When he reappeared, he was already high in the sky, staring at the blazing flames below, as if everything was under his control.
He is suspended in the air like an eagle, his feet are not touched by dust, his body is as straight as a pine, and his majestic aura is like the rainbow at dawn in the sky.
In an instant, his hands were like flying swallows flying through willows, forming seals quickly, and the spiritual power in his body was surging like a river, wild and uninhibited.
Suddenly, flames erupted from his body, like a phoenix rising from nirvana. The fire burned all over him, colorful, red, orange, yellow and green, like a flowing flame painting.
The flames danced wildly around him, greedily devouring everything around him like a hungry wolf, as if it wanted to include the entire world in its violent sea of fire.
Ye Xing took a deep breath and pushed forward with both hands.
He shouted directly.
"Burn the Sky"
The flames were like an enraged giant beast, rushing forward, madly and raging.
The power of the flames seemed to burn the entire universe and turn everything in the world into ashes.
The surrounding space seemed to be ignited under the fierce flames, turning into a sea of fire, boundless.
The thick rattan danced in the fire, twisting and twitching, as if struggling but unable to resist.
The middle-aged man was in the sea of fire, feeling the ruthless heat of the flames, knowing that he was no match for Ye Xing.
He no longer hesitated and immediately activated his strength, trying to tear apart the space and escape from this deadly sea of fire.
He understood that this was the only chance of survival.
Ye Xing did not give him a chance to escape. As he waved his hand, a power like a master restricted the space around the middle-aged man, as if trapping him in an invisible cage.
Immediately afterwards, he activated the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, and a fiery aura instantly filled the air.
The middle-aged man felt the confinement of the surrounding space, and his heart tightened, knowing that he was in a desperate situation.
He tried to use all his strength to tear apart the space that bound him, but no matter how hard he struggled, the force was as indestructible as an iron wall.
An unprecedented sense of crisis arose in the man's heart. He looked at the approaching Nine Dragons Divine Fire Barrier. The flames were blazing, as if they could burn everything.
He knew that once he was swallowed by the flames, he would not be able to escape.
However, at this moment, he could no longer escape and could only watch the flames getting closer and closer.
The fear and despair in my heart surged into my heart like a tide.
He knew that his fate was destined and could not be changed.
The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield opened instantly, and nine fire dragons roared out from the shield. Under Ye Xing's control, they tightly wrapped around the middle-aged man's body like nine chains.
In the wild dance of fire, wherever the fire dragon passed, the flames became more and more violent as if they were injected with vitality.
The clothes on the middle-aged man were instantly reduced to ashes, revealing the charred skin underneath.
The look of horror on the man's face surged like a tide. He tried his best to activate the law of wood flowing in his body, trying to use the green of life to extinguish the raging sea of fire.
However, Ye Xing's flame seemed to be the master of this sea of fire, agile and cunning, constantly eroding the man's power of law, making him feel like he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself.
Under Ye Xing's control, the surrounding sea of fire turned into his battlefield.
His body shape is like the wind, and he can move freely through the flames. Every attack is like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, precise and ruthless, leaving no chance for his opponent to breathe.
Nine fire dragons danced around the middle-aged man, like nine chains, binding him tightly and making it difficult to move.
The fire dragon and the sea of fire jointly weave a thrilling picture, and Ye Xing is the protagonist in this picture, writing his legend with flames.
The fire dragon wreaked havoc on the middle-aged man's body, making him moan in pain every time it wrapped around him.
The middle-aged man unleashed all his strength to resist the erosion of the flames.