PDLP Chapter 3772 One-Hit Kill!
Chapter 3772 One-Hit Kill!
"Insanity!"
Upon hearing this, the eighth-ranked Saint also let out a cold laugh.
Although he was shocked by Ye Junlin's fighting power, he also had the pride of being a strong person.
How could a dignified eighth-rank official be afraid of a seventh-rank official?
At that moment, he gathered all the holy light in his body, concentrated it on his fist, and threw a punch to meet the crimson-gold light.
boom!
The holy light shone brightly, condensing into a giant fist that slammed down on the sword light.
A terrifying shockwave instantly spread in all directions.
The space shattered under the shockwave.
"Humph!"
The eighth-ranked Saint snorted coldly, his body swaying slightly, but he remained steady and did not retreat a single step.
His eyes narrowed slightly: "I understand!"
This time, upon colliding with the sword light, he keenly sensed that the combat power emanating from it was somewhat weaker than that of the sword itself.
That is to say...
"Your ability to unleash such combat power is entirely due to your weapons!"
The eighth-ranking Saint said in a deep voice, but his eyes gleamed with a strange light.
He was confident that as long as he avoided a direct confrontation with that sword, he would never lose to Ye Junlin.
"So what if you understand?"
Ye Junlin curled his lip in disdain: "If I wanted to kill you, I could do it just as easily!"
Swish!
Lightning flashed across his body, and he instantly transformed into a bolt of lightning, rapidly rushing towards the eighth level of the Divine Realm.
Thousand Thunder Phantoms!
Lightning speed!
In an instant, Ye Junlin rushed in front of the eighth-level Divine Realm expert, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and slashed down with his sword.
Yes, chop!
Just like a broadsword that can split a mountain in two, its power is equally fierce.
"Humph!"
The eighth-ranking Saint snorted coldly, his figure suddenly turning to the side, and the Burial Heaven Sword slashed down right in front of him.
The sharp sword intent caused cuts to appear on his clothes.
But at least they managed to avoid it!
This sword strike failed to harm him.
"As long as I can dodge your sword, dealing with you will be a piece of cake!"
The eighth-ranked Saint raised his fist again. This time, as holy light shone from his fist, it seemed as if a fierce tiger was roaring.
"The Sacred Tiger Breaks Through Heaven and Earth!"
boom! !
With a single punch, holy light surged forth, forming a ferocious tiger that roared and charged towards Ye Junlin.
It seemed as if it had opened its blood-red maw, ready to swallow Ye Junlin whole.
"Origin, the Sword of Desolation and Destruction!"
Ye Junlin dared not be careless. His gaze sharpened, and a black aura of desolation and annihilation instantly spread across the crimson-gold sword.
Swish!
With a single sword strike, he collided with the tiger in mid-air.
There were no earth-shattering fluctuations.
Everything seemed to stand still!
The sword light slashed at the tiger's open mouth, intending to cleave it in two, but the tiger opened its mouth wide and swallowed the sword light whole.
It's really terrifying!
Time seems to stand still!
After a brief clash, Ye Junlin and the eighth-level Saint both retreated dozens of miles before coming to a stop.
The two stared at each other, their eyes seemingly sparking with fire, meeting in mid-air.
Boom!
The next moment, the tiger's body exploded, holy light raged, and then gradually dissipated.
"Your tricks are nothing special!"
Ye Junlin said expressionlessly.
"You actually managed to break my Sacred Tiger Breaks Heaven and Earth!"
The eighth-level Saint couldn't help but gasp, his face filled with disbelief.
Only now did he realize that Ye Junlin was far more terrifying than he had imagined!
The Sacred Tiger Breaks the Universe is one of his strongest combat techniques.
As a result, it was shattered with a single sword strike!
It seems that the two sides are evenly matched, but it should be noted that Ye Junlin is only at the seventh level.
Not to mention, Ye Junlin's sword is the most dangerous!
In a hard-fought battle, I'm afraid we're no match for them!
The corner of the eighth-level Divine Realm cultivator's eye twitched violently a few times, and his gaze began to sweep around.
Gotta go!
If this fight continues, I'm afraid I'll die here.
"Trying to run away?"
Seeing his gaze, Ye Junlin's lips curled into a cold smile, his sword pointing at the other man: "Trying to run now? Isn't it a bit too late?"
Swish swish!
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared in Ye Junlin's eyes, and then two identical people separated from Ye Junlin.
Each occupied a position.
It is the soul of the Three Pure Ones, now divided!
The three Ye Junlins each stared coldly at the eighth-ranked Saint.
The main body said coldly, "Now, you only have the left side to break out, but do you think I'll let you have your way?"
"A clone?!"
Upon seeing this, the eighth-level Saintly being's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the scene, but then suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Your aura is weakening!"
In combat, the three pure souls, when separated, are indeed inferior to the three pure souls when combined!
It simply has the advantage of having a larger quantity.
Ye Junlin smiled calmly: "I am weaker, but I should be able to stop you for a moment. When the time comes, I will have my own way to kill you."
The eighth-ranking holy being fell silent, his eyes becoming extremely somber.
As Ye Junlin said, a clone could indeed stop him for a moment.
Ye Junlin's sword is too powerful!
Without needing to increase one's aura, one can split one's body in two.
We must not be careless!
Ye Junlin looked at him and continued to smile: "You can twist your head off and hand it to me, and I won't hurt you."
"Shameless talk!"
Upon hearing this, the eighth-level Divine Realm cultivator's face contorted in a ferocious expression. Even if he survived being decapitated, his aura would be weakened if his head was twisted off!
Since we can't escape, let's fight!
"I'd like to see just how much skill you, a mere seventh-rank, really possess!"
The eighth-ranking Saint roared, a fierce aura rising within him, and instantly charged towards Ye Junlin.
boom! !
Another punch was unleashed, another Holy Tiger Breaks Heaven and Earth!
"Well done!"
Upon seeing this, a cunning glint flashed in Ye Junlin's eyes. He had deliberately provoked the other party to anger so that they would attack him.
This is the most effective way to catch someone off guard!
"not good!"
Upon seeing the color in its eyes, the eighth-rank holy being was startled, his intuition telling him that danger lurked within him.
But the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.
The punch was finally delivered.
boom!
A fist slammed into Ye Junlin's body.
However, the expression on the face of the eighth-tier Saint became even more unsightly—
He sensed that the punch had not hit Ye Junlin.
Ye Junlin, the center of the fist's power...
Disappeared!
"Where?!"
The eighth-level Saint had a grim expression and quickly scanned his surroundings, only to see that the other two clones of Ye Junlin had also disappeared at that moment.
This startled him.
Swish!
Before he could react, Ye Junlin's figure had already quietly appeared behind him.
Previously, Ye Junlin had used a time-space transformation!
Almost instantly, he appeared behind the other party.
Strive for a fatal blow!
"Die!"
Without any unnecessary words, Ye Junlin raised the Burial Sky Sword and, in the instant before the opponent could react, unleashed a slash!
Swish!
With a flash of sword light, it had already slashed across the opponent's neck, and a head flew high into the air.
Fresh blood gushed out from the severed head!