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Chapter 191 Counterattack

The vast soul power gushed out like a spring, and the Yizhihua team each held weapons and walked side by side. Their faces were cold and ruthless, and they locked on the crusader, with a terrifying killing intent.

Although Ye Chen and Luo Xingchen were injured and their bodies were covered with blood, they were fighting with high spirits at this moment, without any depression.

There was a fire in their hearts and they had to vent it out. They had suffered a lot from the crusaders besieging them before, and they needed to repay this enmity twice, for example, by sending them to hell.

Chen Xichuan's pace was steady. Since the second match, he had only made one shot in total, but this one time shocked everyone. He turned the whole battle situation around by himself and severely injured the seven crusaders.

"Everything returns to dust, including you."

He whispered, and the two fairy swords gave out a loud dragon chant, and the fairy characters imprinted on the fairy swords lit up one by one, with golden light and mysterious charm, he seemed to be transformed into a peerless sword god, and only one sword could be swung All the ghosts and ghosts, and the madness covers the universe.

The faces of the seven crusaders changed slightly, and they looked at each other, all frowning, feeling uneasy.

They received Chen Xichuan's sword tactics head-on, without exception, in the doomsday, they suffered traumas of varying degrees, and those who were severe were unable to fight anymore, and they might die in the arena after not holding on for long.

Zhou Fei's face was ugly, as if he had eaten a fly. He once thought that his camp could defeat the Yizhihua team. After all, they had an advantage in terms of numbers and overall strength. Unexpectedly, Chen Xichuan jumped out midway, surprising everyone with his skills, and won the victory in one fell swoop. The balance was pulled back.

"What should we do, Evil Chen is too strong, are we going to follow in the footsteps of the previous players?"

Someone spoke, his voice was trembling, and he was timid. Chen Xichuan's sword just left a huge psychological shadow on him.

Not only him, but others as well.

At this time, the walking speed of Yizhihua team accelerated, and they rushed out almost at the same time, rushing towards the crusader like a flash of light, and the phantom remained wherever it passed.

Zhou Fei's pupils shrank suddenly, and he blurted out: "Here we are, everyone, be careful."

He hastily reminded others, but he pretended to be nonchalant and retreated to the rear.

A long stick pierced through the void and shot straight at it. Luo Xingchen strode forward, caught up with the demon stick, and grasped it. Immediately, he twisted his body and swung the stick heavily. The stick lengthened rapidly in his hand and swept across all directions.

He made a move, and the target of the attack was the most ruthless one among the few people who had beaten him.

"Death to the Lord!"

With a roar that resounded through the sky, Luo Xingchen exerted all his strength, four spirit rings rose from the soles of his feet, and the ground exploded. The expression of the crusader who was targeted by the attack changed drastically, and he quickly defended himself.

But it was in vain after all, the long stick bombarded him, and a force as heavy as Mount Tai swept over him. His internal organs trembled, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose, flying backwards like a bullet out of a chamber, and landed on the arena Edge, almost fell into the hot magma.

He staggered up, vomiting blood, like a candle in the cold wind, precariously falling, as if he would fall down at any moment.

Luo Xingchen's stick shattered his internal organs, some blood vessels were broken, and bright red blood oozes out of his body surface. He turned into a blood man, which looked shocking.

He is actually not weak, he is a middle-level soul king, but he was severely injured by Chen Xichuan, and he was the worst of the seven crusaders, so he was powerless to resist Luo Xingchen's stick.

Luo Xingchen succeeded in one blow, his brows were beaming with joy, his eyes flashed, and he said viciously: "I'll kill you while you're sick."

He took advantage of the victory and pursued, trying to kill the opponent, halfway, another crusader stopped him, and was also one of the people who participated in the beating of him, and the two quickly began to fight.

Ye Chen also made a move, and without waiting any longer, he charged at the two crusaders like a tiger, and countless black energy overflowed from the Ten Thousand Soul Scythe, which seemed to float up from the underworld, accompanied by Bone chilling and toxic.

He was dressed in black, and the black air enveloped him, as if he had truly become a god of death. The sickle rapidly became larger, reaching a length of ten feet, with a sharp edge.

Seeing Ye Chen's attack, the two crusaders were not indifferent, and immediately launched a counterattack, using soul skills to bombard them. However, they were easily resolved by Ye Chen. He opened and closed, and the sickle danced, shattering everything.

"Ten thousand souls bound."

Ye Chen shouted loudly, and saw a black shadow quietly appearing at the bottom of his feet. The black shadow spread out and occupied the place where the two crusaders were standing. Then, a black shadow protruded from the black ground. Only withered arms.

A living creature crawled out, its whole body was pitch black, without facial features, like a slime man, its limbs could be stretched and stretched at will, restraining the two crusaders.

"What is this, damn it, let me go."

"Get out of this area, quick."

The two crusaders discovered that something was wrong. The unknown creature summoned by Ye Chen contained a strong poison. When they were touched by it, poisonous spots appeared on their bodies, and the flesh and blood were rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting a strong stench.

They tried their best, tried their best, and finally got out of the black area. When they came out, they were dying and bleeding from pus.

Chen Xichuan raised his eyebrows, looked at Ye Chen one more time, and thought, "Yezi's soul skill is quite terrifying, suitable for torturing people."

Withdrawing his thoughts, he stared at Zhou Fei, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and came to a place four or five meters in front of him in an instant.

Zhou Fei felt as if he was facing a great enemy, his scalp was numb, he couldn't help but recall the sword that destroyed the world, the corners of his eyes were twitching, and his mouth was dry.

"What are you hiding from?"

Chen Xichuan asked, pointed at Zhou Fei with his sword, and said, "Aren't you crazy? Try being crazy again."

Zhou Fei was obsequious, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "Don't be too self-righteous, do you really think that no one can take care of you in the place of killing?"

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Chen Xichuan smiled, the smile was very cold, he changed the subject and said coldly: "You talk too much nonsense, like a fly, it bothers me."

After a pause, he spat out three words: "Go to hell!"

He did what he said, the nine-colored soul ring glowed, and he slashed out a sword with all his strength. This sword, even if the soul emperor came, would have to avoid the edge for a while, and it was more than enough to kill a soul king.

Zhou Fei was frightened and frantically used his soul skills, hoping to catch the sword, but unfortunately, he failed.

The bright sword light overwhelmed his figure, and he disintegrated, his soul was scattered, and he was wiped out in ashes.

"The villain died because he talked too much, and he didn't understand such a simple truth. Living in this world is a waste of air."

Chen Xichuan's face was indifferent, without any change in his expression. Now he has long been used to killing, and his heart is as still as water.

There was no sound in the auditorium, and it was dead silent again. Everyone was staring, their breathing was stagnant, and they couldn't say a word.

(End of this chapter)