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Chapter 1021 The Voice of the Gods and the Soul of the Sword Take Form

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    The man in white curled his lips and looked at the two people in the sky: "I have been chasing them for several days, and I am really tireless. Brother Ye Chen, how about we fight together to kill these flies."

    With his right hand, he gently shook the folding fan. His purple hair, which had faded a lot, danced with the strong wind, and the evil spirit was shocking. Xiao Chen smiled slightly and said, "That's exactly what I meant!"

    With their current strength, two Grandmaster-level Martial Saints of the same level as Mohuang Elder cannot defeat each other alone. But if they fight one person each, the outcome will be unpredictable.

    A streak of blood shot up into the sky, and the man in white held a long knife and killed the great master in Hanyue Palace with a sword intent all over the sky.

    Thunder shot out in all directions, and there were loud booms and booms. Xiao Chen walked on the lightning and rushed towards the great master of Tianyin Sect.

    A shocking battle will soon begin. A master-level battle will be so tragic. You don¡¯t need to guess to know how brutal the scene will be.

    Yuntianhe and Gao Baiyu took advantage of the palace gate and had already stepped aside. In a battle of this level, the two of them could not help each other.

    On a hill in the distance, Xing Qingyun and the gray old man, who were ready to run away at any time, were also furtively watching the battle.

    "By the way, Lord Jiu, aren't you also a Grandmaster-level Martial Saint? Why don't you go up and help?" Xing Qingyun looked at the sly old man next to him and said with some confusion.

    Master Jiu looked a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "Master Jiu's demeanor as a master is too watery. Unlike those who have seriously understood the demeanor of a master, their cultivation also relies on time. After all, what Master Jiu is best at is not fighting.  It¡¯s a treasure hunt.¡±

    Seeing Xing Qingyun curl his lips, he suddenly realized it, with a look of contempt on his face.  The gray old man smiled and said: "Of course, if you are a bold and daring guy, Master Jiu can still easily kill him if I stretch out my fingers."

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    The senior man from the inner sect of the Tianyin Sect who was fighting against Xiao Chen was named Xiao Jue. He was wearing blue and brocade clothes and holding a seven-stringed qin in his hands.

    The skin is smooth, delicate and red, unlike the skin of ordinary old people, which is rough and full of wrinkles.

    Ding ding dong dong!

    With the movement of his fingertips, Xiao Jue played a voluptuous and erotic song. Compared with the disciples of the Tianyin Sect that Xiao Chen had seen before, this Xiao Jue had reached another realm.

    As the sound of the piano entered his ears, an illusion appeared in front of Xiao Chen's eyes. He was on a sky tower, filled with spiritual mist. In front of him were more than a dozen hot-looking women, wearing veils, dancing gracefully in the clouds and mist.

    The fabric on the body, including the corners, is no larger than the size of a palm.  The dancing body seems to have magical charm and is extremely tempting, making people's hearts burn with fire.

    Xiao Jue looked at Xiao Chen, who was standing in the air and fell into a dreamland, with a sneer on his face, his fingers played faster, and the piano music tinkled non-stop.

    Yun Tianhe above the palace looked happy when he saw this, and was about to come over and kill Xiao Chen directly. Gao Baiyu stopped him and said, "Brother Yun, wait a minute, with a little external force now, the illusion can be broken."

    "Take your time and watch the show. This Demonic Song of Desire was created by the elder of my sect after he captured the succubus of the abyss and savored it carefully. The people trapped inside will only have one end, sucking people dry and feeding them back to Elder Xiao.  "

    Hearing this, Yun Tianhe couldn't help but be secretly shocked. This illusion was a bit between reality and illusion. He could actually use charm in the illusion to absorb the opponent's life essence.

    In the fantasy world, eight extremely beautiful women have come to Xiao Chen's side, posing and making seductive movements that make people breathe fire from time to time.

    It makes people feel like they are in heaven and want to have a good time.

    Xiao Chen looked at it for a while and felt it was boring. The only charm in the world that could make him fall for a moment could only be performed by the succubus Leng Yue.

    Thinking of this, Xiao Chen couldn't help but recall the time he spent with Leng Yue in the deep sea battlefield in the lower realm.  Now I don¡¯t know where this woman full of secrets is.

    The evil calamity is approaching. If we meet each other, we don¡¯t know whether we are enemies or friends.

    "Sir, my family is not beautiful enough!"

    Just as he was thinking about it, a beautiful girl took off her veil, revealing a pure face. Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, and her appearance was exactly the same as Leng Yue's.

    The woman smiled lightly, hooked her arms around Xiao Chen's neck, and took advantage of his momentary absence to kiss his lips.

    Just when the flaming red lips were only an inch away from touching, Xiao Chen had a broken sword in his hand, and the sword blade was coldly pressed against the opponent's mouth.

    With a casual flick of his left hand, he knocked this beautiful girl away.Pushed into the distance.

    Xiao Chen looked at the broken sword in his hand. For a moment, he forgot about the place around him and was lost in thought.

    Just when he was about to sink in, the broken sword of the Thunder Emperor's Mulberry Sword in the Qiankun Ring suddenly vibrated, causing him to wake up suddenly.

    "Will I come back alive?"

    "It's necessary. Even if you want to die, I won't let you die. Even if you die, you won't."

    The words of the past echoed in his mind, Xiao Chen felt lost, holding the broken sword tightly, the blade was embedded in the palm of his hand, and blood flowed out.

    "It's just a faint trace of regret. Do you still remember Ruoyan that day and didn't allow me to die?"

    But when can I pull you back in the long river of fate?

    A head full of purple hair disappears in one thought, and three thousand blue hairs dance lightly.

    The evil spirit that deliberately appeared on Xiao Chen's body no longer existed, and the Poseidon Emperor's scarf, which had turned into blood, turned into pure sky blue again.

    In the past three days, he had already absorbed the remaining potency of the Hunyuan Creation Pill. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to maintain his identity as the blood master Ye Chen, his purple hair would have turned black long ago.

    At this moment, thinking about the past, Xiao Chen's mood was ups and downs, and he forgot to pretend, and the evil spirit in his body was gone. Instead, he still had the calmness, calmness and cold scruples.

    Boom!

    The folding fan in his left hand suddenly shattered, and the entire illusion suddenly disappeared. The scene in front of him changed. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Xiao Jue's mouth. He looked at the long piano with seven broken strings, and his face was full of surprise.

    With a pull of his left hand, he put away the bloody cloak on his body. Xiao Chen was dressed in white, with dancing black hair. Under the sky-blue Neptune turban, there was a cool and delicate face.

    The look in his eyes is like a deep pool, unfathomable and unchanged from the ancient well.

    "Impossible, my Desire Demon Song has never failed among my fellow warriors."

    Xiao Jue's eyes were filled with astonishment. A flash of brilliance flashed in his hand. The lyre was reconnected. His fingertips traced it, and there was another melancholy sound, like a woman moaning, echoing leisurely.

    The body is like a sword, the mind is like a sword, I am the sword, the sword is me, white clothes and a gentle breeze.

    When Xiao Chen took a step forward, the sound of a peerless sword being unsheathed resounded throughout the world.  Every time he takes a step, there is the sound of the knife. It seems slow, but the knife's intention is endless, buzzing, and the crisp sound lingers.

    "Becoming a demon with your sounds, doing things that go against the laws of nature, such as collecting yin and yang tonic, Elder Xiao, you should not have existed in this world a long time ago."

    All the sounds of the piano were shattered one by one by the crisp chants of the sword. Xiao Chen walked step by step, and his sword intention became more and more wild between heaven and earth.

    At the end, all the sword sounds merged together to form a wisp of divine sound, breaking through the barrier of the sky and soaring into the sky.

    The sound that connects the gods and nourishes the soul, Xiao Jue's lyre completely broke apart, banged and turned into sawdust all over the sky.

    In the sea of ????consciousness, the prototype of the sword soul flowing with the purple talisman is no longer as blurry as before, and the four rays of golden light become clearly visible, with unrivaled sharpness.

    Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment. The prototype of the sword soul actually broke through at this time. His sword intention was completely defeated by 100%, and the real "soul" was condensed.

    "Elder Xiao, the Demonic Song of Desire is, after all, a side path. You are also someone who will soon become a grand master. Let's fight in an upright and fair manner. Let's decide who is the best."

    Xiao Jue was too lazy to pay attention. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and wanted to leave.  His Demonic Song of Desire is not just a side trick. Many master-level martial saints were killed by him easily, and the life essence was replenished in his own body.

    "It turns out that you are the real Xiao Chen. Don't be complacent, wait until I refine a good piano again to suck out the essence of your life."

    Xiao Chen shook his head slightly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

    At this moment, he used the remaining potency of the Hunyuan Creation Pill without any scruples, and his cultivation level had risen to the peak of the middle-grade Martial Saint, the Great Perfection.

    The soul of the sword took shape and its strength increased greatly. I wanted to have a quick battle.  Unexpectedly, the person in front of me was blinded by external objects, and his cultivation was in name only.

    "In this case, I will grant you death!"

    With the perfect sword path, the bright moon rose into the sky behind Xiao Chen. In the blink of an eye, the night fell, blocking Xiao Jue's path.

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