Chapter 758: Death Of The Grand Elder
It’s a pity that the great elder only predicted the beginning, but not the end. In his imagination, the scene where his own powerful natal magic weapon bounced Yang Chen’s not-so-excellent ghost head blade into the air did not appear.
Well, this kid is extremely powerful, his grip is tight, and he can withstand the attack of the peak Dacheng stage without moving. It can be regarded as having two brushes. It is normal for the ghost head blade not to be bounced off, but it is absolutely impossible for it to cut through the natal magic weapon that has been tempered for thousands of years by a master at the fourth grade human Immortal realm.
The impossible thing became possible, the moment the blade and the wrist guard came into contact, the great elder instinctively sensed the danger. This is an intuition brought about by countless life and death experiences, and almost never makes mistakes.
Almost subconsciously, the figure of the great elder wanted to retreat violently. He had already seen that Yang Chen had great strength and a huge figure. If he didn’t rely on a legendary flying shuttle to run very fast, he was not very fast. Based on this alone, as long as the great elder can get out of Yang Chen’s attack range, Yang Chen will basically never be able to attack him again.
It’s just that he thought about it when the blade had already hit the wrist guard, which was obviously too late. Under the blessing of Xiao Tian, the blade of the Immortal beheading blade cut off the wrist guard like cutting tofu, and cut into the forearm of the great elder.
In an instant, an extremely terrifying aura rushed directly into the body of the great elder from the blade, and accompanied by that aura, there was also an extremely evil feeling, as if he suddenly lost control of his body, involuntarily wanting to make some extraordinary moves. Countless memories flickered in his mind, and all kinds of unpleasant experiences came to his mind clearly, his sea of consciousness almost started rioting directly.
The most frightening thing was that Yang Chen’s ghost head blade had an extremely strong suction force, and the blood all over his body rushed towards the blade uncontrollably. At the same time, two burning hot wires quickly burned along his arms to his whole body, the great elder could even feel his blood boiling.
Under all the painful feelings, two powerful and unparalleled spiritual powers rushed straight to the meridians of his whole body with an unstoppable momentum, wherever they passed. The spiritual power of the great elder seemed to meet an invincible army. After only a symbolic resistance, it was cut to pieces by those two strands of spiritual power, and could no longer stop the advance of the spiritual power.
The backlash brought about by the destruction of the natal magic weapon caused the great elder’s cultivation to suddenly drop to a small level. A mouthful of bright red blood just surged to his throat, but was attracted by the suction from the blade, and was pressed back into his stomach. This time, the great elder almost fell into a coma.
In the nick of time, the great elder still managed to control his sanity, and did not fall into a state of trance, but various hallucinations had begun to emerge crazily, eroding his only sober consciousness. At this time, he still dared to have any private thoughts, and tried his best to break free from the strong suction, resisting those complicated pains, carrying out the last struggle.
At this moment, there was only one word left in the mind of the great elder, retreat! Even if you care about your natal magic weapons and don’t want a pair of forearms, you have to retreat quickly. Only by retreating can life be left, as long as life is still there, there is still a chance to turn things around.
The great elder, who has rich combat experience, is very aware of his current situation. Yang Chen’s Immortal beheading blade is really evil, he couldn’t bear even a strike. But it’s not completely impossible to win now, as long as he can escape from this blow. As long as he gives himself a dozen breaths, there is still hope for everything.
The tribulation clouds in the sky were about to gather, and the place where the two were located was pitch black. The great elder gambled on the coming tribulation. No matter how powerful the magic weapon was, Yang Chen was only a junior at the peak Yuanying stage.
At this time, even if Yang Chen ran away with the fastest speed, it was impossible to escape from the range of the tribulation. Even the masters at the peak Dacheng stage would not dare to watch the ceremony easily, let alone stand almost at the center of the tribulation. As long as he can get out of Yang Chen’s attack range, everything can get back on track.
The ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny. When the great elder wanted to retreat, he suddenly found that his body had lost control at some point, he didn’t know when this happened.
The great elder could only watch helplessly as his arms turned black when the Immortal beheading blade cut halfway through, and then the Immortal beheading blade was like a broken bamboo, without the slightest pause, and directly connected his arms together. The two natal magic weapons wristbands were chopped into several pieces. Then, before the blade’s momentum disappeared, the blade of the Immortal beheading blade, gleaming with cold light, reached between his eyebrows.
All of this, as if in slow motion, clearly happened before the eyes of the great elder. Yang Chen’s movements were fast, but the great elder could clearly see every step, or feel it clearly.
A few breaths before the tribulation that the great elder had hoped for came, Yang Chen cut the Supreme Elder in two with a single blow.
Without the control of the masters of the fourth grade human immortal realm, the blood in the elder body was sucked out in an instant, and the two corpses turned into mummies before they fell to the ground.
The tribulation in the sky suddenly lost its target, stopped gathering, and began to slowly dissipate. It came and went quickly, and disappeared without a trace after a while. There were only two corpses left on the ground, and the traces of the battle left by the two of them.
Yang Chen didn’t take a second look at the corpse on the ground, but just raised his hand and placed the Immortal beheading blade in front of his eyes. The sword that drank the blood of the great elder seems to be a little different from before.
“Very good strike.” Yang Chen’s eyes finally stayed on the corpse for a while, and then with a move, the Qiankun bag of the great elder was in his hand, and the two corpses were sent to the raging flames with a wave of Yang Chen’s hand. In the burning pure yin true fire, the ashes disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving no traces.
“A’Ling, treat those masters well, and ask them about the recent movements of the Greatest Heaven Sect.” Shouting into the void, Yang Chen casually put away the Immortal beheading blade and began to look through the Qiankun bag in his hand.
Gongsun Ling’s figure appeared beside Yang Chen out of thin air, and she sweetly agreed, and followed Yang Chen’s instructions, carefully interrogating Ming Guangruo and the others. Poor guys, they entered the geographical map of mountains and rivers without knowing what the situation is, and they will never have a bright future.
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