Galaxy Sword Emperor

Chapter 606

The prince was caught in the endless space trap, he didn't dare to take a step at will, he slapped the surroundings with one palm after another, but all the palm wind was sucked into the space crack, without any effect.

Glancing at Ye Mo, he couldn't help snorting coldly in his heart. He didn't know that Ye Mo actually kept his hand, and didn't intend to take his life. He thought that the other party's methods were limited to this.

Therefore, I can't help but feel a little complacent. This sea of ​​thunder surrounds the body, which is a terrifying technique of the Sky Swallowing Technique. Anyone who falls into the endless sea of ​​​​thunder can only be destroyed.

He was not in a hurry, as long as he didn't move around casually, the space trap would not be able to help him, but Ye Mo was different, falling into the range of his own sea of ​​thunder, what he would face would be an endless sea of ​​thunder.

When manpower is exhausted, no matter how deep his background is, he will eventually end up with no accidents.

Thinking of this, the corner of the prince's mouth curled into a triumphant smile, and he stopped attacking the surrounding space traps, but just quietly looked at Ye Mo, who was still struggling.

However, Ye Mo's lightning-like gaze suddenly pierced through the sea of ​​thunder and spread in front of him. The prince felt the icy knife-like gaze, and couldn't help shivering.

Then Ye Mo's voice came from next to his ear, his face changed suddenly, and his brows were tightly wrinkled together.

At this moment, Ye Mo also slashed out the long-prepared move, Po Cang.

As soon as the broken sky comes out, the world surrenders!

Ye Mo held the sword with both hands on the hilt, pushing the power in his body to the limit, and the extremely terrifying aura swayed wildly towards the surroundings.

In the sea of ​​thunder that covered everyone's eyes, a ray of rainbow light suddenly pierced through, like an eagle breaking out of its shell, hanging straight into the sky.

Changhong swept away fiercely with incomparable absolute power, the sky and the earth turned pale, the void collapsed, and the seemingly terrifying silver-white thunder sea in the sky was forcibly split into a huge crack by this Changhong.

Immediately, a figure shuttled out from the sea of ​​thunder, galloping against the strong wind above his head, and a long rainbow in his hand followed his figure, dragging for an unknown distance.

Where the Changhong Sword Qi passed, the thunder sea collapsed and the space collapsed, as if nothing was left.

Everyone was stunned, the head of Shenxiao Sect staggered back two steps, his face was pale, and he murmured: "I lost, the prince lost."

The corner of his mouth twitched a trace of bitterness that could not be described in words. This defeat was a loss of decades of careful planning. Of course, it also lost the future of Shenxiaomen.

If he had listened to Feng Wuren's words, let Ye Mo fight the prince fairly, and gave Ye Mo a chance to challenge the prince, perhaps everything today would not have happened.

Those big figures around watching the battle looked at the head of the Shenxiao Sect with extremely complicated eyes, some with pity, some with helplessness, and some with gloating.

If the crown prince loses, it means that the Shenxiao Sect is over. After the destruction of the Naihe Sect, the Shenxiao Sect will also be destroyed. Moreover, it won't be long before there will be no more Shenxiao Sect among the seven immortal sects.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

The head of the Shenxiao Sect slumped down on the seat, looking forward with dull eyes, and the bottom of his heart was full of sorrow.

Meng Qingchen sat down directly on the ground, watching the rainbow light easily split the sea of ​​thunder. As the closest person to the prince, she naturally knew that the reason for the prince's retreat this month was for this trick.

Therefore, she dedicated her virginity to the prince, and the other nine girls with natural bodies all used their most precious things to bet on the prince's victory in this battle.

It's just a pity, is that curse really impossible to break?She looked at the prince who was coughing up blood, and couldn't help shaking her head and crying. It was the prince who lost, and she was also herself.

All the spatial traps around the prince disappeared, and his face was as pale as paper. The sea of ​​thunder was transformed by him with the thunder and lightning of his life, and now he was split by Ye Mo's sword, and he was severely injured indelibly.

At least, since this battle has been going on, it can be said that the dust has settled. I lost and won. It was the kid I never looked up to, the boy who walked out of the mountains and countryside.

He looked at Ye Mo standing against the wind like a god above his head, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Ye Mo inserted the Wufeng epee back into the scabbard behind his back, unfolded his movements, and stood in front of the prince. Apart from his slightly pale face, his injuries were only slight.

"You lost!" He said softly, announcing the final result.

Feng Wuren couldn't help standing up suddenly, his face was full of excitement, only he knew how much pressure he had endured from the moment he chose Ye Mo.

At the beginning, he didn't completely trust Ye Mo, but compared to Ye Mo, he trusted the man who created countless myths but disappeared like a flash in the pan.

That was Ye Mo's father. He thought that if his father was like this, his son would definitely be no different.

So, he did this, even though the head of the sect quietly blocked him from behind, and secretly asked the mission elder and many other seal elders to deal with Ye Mo, and even secretly contacted Naihemen and Dingbianhou's mansion and everything related to Ye Mo. The sects and forces of hatred secretly deal with Ye Mo.

He didn't move at all, and Ye Mo, also in these conspiracies and tricks, was reborn from the ashes and reached the current level.

Four months ago, he was forced by the prince to go to other realms, looking for a way to defeat the prince in the vast space.

Four months later, he reappeared, destroyed the Naihe Gate, and sniped and killed hundreds of powerful men from various major forces in Shiwan Dashan. Recently, here again, he defeated the crown prince who was known as the first genius in 50 years.

All the auras were worn on top of his head. He did not let himself down, nor did he let his father down. He also proved his choice in another way. From the very beginning, he was right.

In addition to Feng Wuren, there are also three people, Wei Wuya, who are excited. They have gathered together since they came here, although the cultivation of the three has reached the realm of the Dao Tree.

However, they also knew that Ye Mo, the third brother with the lowest cultivation level among their brothers, has far surpassed all of them at this moment, becoming the most dazzling one among the four brothers.

They also knew that this honor also belonged to them, because that high-spirited young man was already a whole with themselves and others, an inseparable whole.

The hands tightly held by the three of them finally loosened. From the worry at the beginning to the sudden relief, they suddenly didn't know what to say or what to do.

Many people still couldn't recover from Ye Moshicai's amazing sword. The thunder sea covered most of Ye Mo's sword, so they could see very little.

However, everyone could intuitively feel Lei Hai's terrifying energy. Ye Mo could split it with a single sword, so what kind of terrifying power was contained in that hazy move?

Lin Donghai's face was as sinking as water, he was one of the few people who could clearly see Ye Mo's move, his eyes flashed with an incomprehensible cold light.

But perhaps only he knew that it was a fearful look, because if it was him who made the last move, he would not be able to follow it safely, either death or serious injury.

The prince's defeat was not wronged, he was indeed not Ye Mo's opponent.

Ye Mo looked at the prince, but the prince looked at the ground. He didn't speak for a long time, until Ye Mo said "you lost", he slowly raised his head and met Ye Mo's eyes.

"You won. I really didn't expect that your strength has improved to such a point." The prince's face was full of bitterness.

Ye Mo looked at the prince with flickering eyes, but didn't speak.

The prince's slightly squinted eyes suddenly shot out a cold light, and the long sword in his hand was infused with the terrifying power of lightning in an instant, and it cracked inch by inch.

Immediately, with a sudden wave of his hand, those fragments turned into silver-white meteors, cut through the void, and enveloped Ye Mo.

The distance between the two was less than ten feet, and the speed of these fragments was even faster to the extreme. This was the prince's last blow. Even if everyone in the world laughed at him, Ye Mo must die.

(End of this chapter)