The eight long swords that instantly smashed the yellow-level magic weapon were also blocked at this time, and between the blue clouds, the blood-colored rainbow turned by the eight long swords could no longer fall.

"Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, boy, I really underestimate you, but I have a hundred ghost night clothes in hand, I don't care how you pretend to be a ghost, you are destined to lose! Hahaha......" Wang Baokun looked at Yi Chu with cold eyes, and he couldn't wait to swallow Yi Chu in one bite!

Feeling the pressure from the flying sword, Yi Chu smiled indifferently: "The Hundred Ghost Night Walking Clothes, it looks good, but I don't know how to take my palm." As he spoke, Yi Chu slowly rolled out a palm.

This palm, peach blossoms fluttering, this palm, pink flying!

With the gentle slap of this palm, countless peach blossoms, like a little crimson, flew straight towards Wang Baokun.

"Hahaha, boy, let me ask you, did you learn this palm in the Goddess Sect? Why are you so angry? Let me tell you, this time, Lao Tzu has won, Dementor Eye, peel off!"

That Wang Baokun didn't put Yi Chu's palm power in his eyes at all, and under the urging of the law, his suppressed eyes suddenly shot out two cold rays of light several zhang long, which were tightly shrouded in Yi Chu's body!

The light was like lightning, and Yi Chu felt that his heart couldn't stop trembling. The mind that is firmly on the spiritual platform has a feeling of flying out of the spiritual platform. Deprivation of the soul, Wang Baokun's move is to deprive the soul of Yi Chu to death!

"Elder Wang, what is the intention of this disciple of yours to dare to do this?" Fei Xuan Dao Man, whose face was flushed, asked Elder Wang angrily.

"Be merciless in person, don't give in on the spot, we people in the Demon Dao do it, what do you say you are doing?" The Elder Wang refused to give in at all, and simply stood up and stared intently at Wang Baokun, who was performing the technique of stripping the soul.

Feixuan Daoist pointed at Elder Wang, and was about to say more, but saw that Yi Chu stood up straight again after trembling, and his eyes couldn't help but quickly look at Yi Chu.

Yi Chu stood there calmly, as if he didn't feel anything at all, at this time in his heart, the golden primordial spirit protected all his divine sense in the middle, not to mention that Wang Baokun's soul dementor demon eye had not yet been practiced, even if he practiced it, it would be useless.

"The Soul Seed has not fallen yet, but when!" Looking at Yi Chu who had regained his footing, Wang Baokun was secretly anxious in his heart, and the corners of his mouth shook like this, and the legends about the roar of leaving the soul in the Demon Gate were still common. The most widely spread is that a grandmaster of the Soul Refining Sect once relied on this Soul Separation Roar to kill a medium-sized cultivation sect, from the head of the sect to ordinary disciples.

With a roar from the soul, the gods flew away.

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

"If the Immortal Son doesn't fall to the ground yet, when will it be?!" Wang Baokun bit his tongue again.

"The Immortal Son hasn't fallen to the ground yet, when will it be?!" The moment he shouted again, Wang Baokun's body trembled for a while, and a trace of red suddenly appeared on his already blue face.

"Turn into a ......" Wang Baokun shouted these three words, and his intuition felt that his legs were sore, and his body shook more and more!

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

"Bang!"

Wang Baokun, who didn't stand firmly, fell to the ground with a thud and never got up again.

In the entire Ten Thousand Demon Sealing Temple, there was silence, and all the incredible eyes looked at Wang Baokun who fell to the ground, but then, he looked at Yi Chu, who instantly withdrew the eight blood-colored long swords, and his eyes were full of surprise.

This dramatic competition actually ended with such a result. Wang Baokun, who was supposed to win the game, actually fell in his own soul roar, and this Huayingzi, who didn't let them pay attention to it at all, actually won so lightly!

Such a result is staggering, even the Feixuan Dao people are full of incredulity at this time.

"It seems that real people don't show their faces, they don't show their faces! This guy is really scheming enough!" The disciple of the Heavenly Demon Palace, who was standing beside Ling Shaotu, muttered in his mouth.

Ling Shaotu nodded coldly and didn't speak, but his gaze was fixed on Yi Chu. At the same time, Wang Jun of the Demon Sword Gate was also like a peerless sword, bursting out with an earth-shattering battle intent, which of course referred to the man who stood proudly in the ring.

"Apprentice, what's wrong with you?" Elder Wang, who came to his senses, rose up and flew towards Wang Baokun, who had fallen to the ground.

When his hand stroked Wang Baokun's body, he was surprised to find that there were many bright red spots like peach blossoms on it.

"What the hell have you done to my apprentice?" Elder Wang, who roared, stretched out his hand and grabbed Yi Chu.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Soul Refining Sect's generation, Wang Baokun can be regarded as the treasure of Elder Wang's heart, if anyone moves, he will have to work hard!

Wang Baokun, who can practice the eye of the soul and also practice the stunt of the soul roar, is destined to be the best candidate for the next generation of sect masters of the soul refining faction, in case he loses his life here, even if Elder Wang is in a high position, it is not easy to explain.

As Elder Wang's palm grasped, a gloomy palm force instantly turned into a palm the size of a fan, and grabbed it straight towards Yi Chu, and at the moment of grasping this palm, Yi Chu felt that his body was all enveloped by the strength of this palm!

Sacrificing the magic weapon, Yi Chu felt that it was almost useless, the master of the Yuan Infant Stage, the strength was too strong, if the low-level monk did not have the magic weapon against the sky, under the attack of this palm, the ordinary magic weapon was not only useless, but also could be snatched away by this big hand!

Under the rotation of his mind, Yi Chu did not use the 100,000 Yin soldiers, but under the flash of his divine sense, countless peach blossoms formed a colorful space of fallen leaves around him, and the endless pink instantly shrouded several zhang circles!