This Ling Tianzun seemed to be planning to kill the sword soul out of the body and kill him directly.

The opponent's killing sword soul has reached a fairly stable point, revealing an indestructible aura, nothing is broken, nothing is not killed.

Ling Chen's first reaction was to dispatch his sword soul prototype and compete with Ling Tianzun.

However, with the prototype of a mere sword soul, he wanted to compete with Ling Tianzun's complete sword soul, just imagine, it was a bit of an egg hitting a stone, and it was definitely not the opponent of the other party.

"Don't be afraid, even though the sword soul is out of the body!"

At this time, the voice of the Human Emperor sounded in Ling Chen's mind again.

Hearing this, Ling Chen was shocked, but immediately his eyes also flashed with a gleam, since the emperor said so, then he still had something to worry about.

The soul power surged, Ling Chen's eyebrows suddenly released a sharp fluctuation, a ray of sword light, from the position of Ling Chen's eyebrows, a sword tip suddenly emerged, releasing an astonishing edge, the next moment, all of them were revealed, as if it was a blue and yellow three-foot light sword, breaking through the air.

"The prototype of the sword soul is just a prototype, and he dares to be ugly!"

Ling Tianzun shouted violently, not taking Ling Chen's sword soul prototype in his eyes at all.

The prototype of the sword soul and the complete sword soul are two completely different concepts, and they cannot be said the same at all.

He heard that Ling Chen defeated Jian Wushuang in the ring of the Heavenly Sword Conference with the prototype of the sword soul out of the body, but he was not Jian Wushuang, his sword soul was ten times more powerful than Jian Wushuang, a hundred times.

Ling Chen vainly tried to use this immature sword soul prototype to fight him, it was a moth to a fire, and it would definitely be shattered.

"Really?"

The corners of Ling Chen's mouth set off a trace of arc, his pupils shrank suddenly, and suddenly, the three-foot light sword that shot out of the hole, with a "click", suddenly appeared a slight crack, as soon as the crack appeared, it spread densely like a spider's web, and then all broke out, and under that crack, a brilliant golden light bloomed.

The golden light dissipated, revealing a pure gold color lightsaber, this sword soul prototype is no longer Ling Chen's sword soul prototype, but the sword soul prototype blessed by the will of the human emperor, a powerful will, above the heavens and earth and all the people, the respect of the king, shocking the ancient and modern.

Bang!

The two sword souls bombarded one fiercely, and above the sky, a shock wave like an ocean swept out, setting off a terrible storm, this storm was pervasive, not a substantial energy, spreading over the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

Within the scope of the impact, except for saints like Ling Yi, Zuo Protector, and so on, the other strong people all felt a throbbing of their souls, and their cultivation was a little worse, with splitting headaches, and even bleeding from their mouths and noses, confusion, and mental trauma.

There was a look of horror on everyone's faces, if they weren't far away, I am afraid that this impact would have killed them in a shock, or directly shocked them into dementia and cerebral palsy.

Above the heavenly dome, two brilliant lightsabers were intertwined, and in the center of the two, dazzling sparks burst out.

"How is that possible? The prototype of a mere sword soul has such power? ”

Ling Tianzun had an unbelievable look on his face, not only did the devastating scene he had expected not appear, but now Ling Chen actually relied on this rudimentary sword soul form to fight against him, without losing the slightest advantage.

It's a counterintuitive thing.

"Give me a crack!"

Ling Tianzun's eyebrows flickered, and with a loud roar, the sword momentum erupted like a mountain torrent, and above his sword soul, the light also skyrocketed, expanding, trying to crush Ling Chen's sword soul prototype, blasting out a crack.

Once there is any crack in the sword soul, it is a fatal injury, it is impossible to repair it in a short time, and it will be like a leaky ball, getting weaker and weaker, and it will take a long time to completely repair it.

Under the strong pressure, Ling Chen not only did not panic, but was full of fighting spirit, his sword soul prototype seemed to be no more than one-third of Ling Tianzun's size, or even less than one-third, but it was as steady as Mount Tai, unmoving, not affected by it at all, oppressed.

"Go back!"

Ling Chen suddenly shouted, his drink was not an ordinary drink, but a king's drink, containing the king's coercion and will, sweeping everything, from ancient times to the present, the king was angry, ambushed millions of corpses, and bled thousands of miles, not to mention the human emperor, not an ordinary emperor, but the first person in the ages.

Click!

There was no crack on Ling Chen's sword soul, but a crack appeared on the prototype of Ling Tianzun's sword soul, and then it was suddenly ejected back in a straight line, and then in the shocked eyes of everyone, it actually shot back into Ling Tianzun's body and drilled back from the center of his eyebrows.

The body took a few steps backwards, Ling Tianzun's face turned pale, it was obvious that the sword soul was not lightly injured in the confrontation just now, and it would take a long time to recuperate.

"What, Elder Taishang's sword soul was actually defeated!"

Ling Tingfeng and the others couldn't help but widen their eyes, the duel between the two sword souls, Ling Chen was actually superior?

"The rudimentary form of the sword soul is actually better than the complete sword soul, what is the situation?"

Ling Ba's eyes were about to fall out, a complete sword soul was ten times better than the prototype of the sword soul, a hundred times, but the final result made him a little unacceptable!

"It can't be!"

Ling Tianzun himself was even more unable to accept the reality, he could feel an extremely powerful will from Ling Chen's attack just now, this will, no one before or since, was unprecedentedly powerful, it was not Ling Chen's sword soul prototype that defeated him, but this will defeated him.

"Elder Taishang, you lost!"

The prototype of the sword soul also flew back to Ling Chen's eyebrows and disappeared, Ling Chen put the sword into the sheath and looked at Ling Tianzun lightly.

"Nonsense! I'm just the sword soul is damaged, and I haven't lost much in combat power, the outcome is undecided, how can the old man lose! ”

Ling Tianzun's face changed, and he said coldly.

"Are you sure Elder Taishang wants to fight again?"

Ling Chen's eyelids raised slightly, and a cold glow like a sword burst out in his eyes, the reason why he said this was to give Ling Tianzun face, the sword soul is very important to a sword saint, once the sword soul is out of the body, it means the last fight, the last battle, there is no room for maneuver, because once the sword soul is damaged, then the strength of a sword saint will shrink a lot.

At his peak, Ling Tianzun still couldn't help him, not to mention that now even the sword soul was beaten by him, if Ling Tianzun still wanted to fight again, he was naturally willing to accompany him to the end.

Being stared at by Ling Chen's gaze, Ling Tianzun was also a little weak-hearted, and felt very aggrieved, of course he was not willing to lose to a junior like Ling Chen, but the damage to the sword soul made his situation extremely passive all of a sudden, he knew that he should not be so in a hurry, and directly released the killing sword soul to strangle Ling Chen, if he followed the normal procedure to fight a protracted battle with Ling Chen, the other party would definitely not be his opponent.

(End of chapter)