"Again."Ye Sheng roared, his aura soaring.
With the Holy Martial armor and the hundred forms sword in hand, Ye Sheng was completely fearless of attacks, sword after sword.
The sword was divided into yin and yang, the sword stood between life and death, and the sword pierced through the universe.
Ye Sheng's reincarnation sword technique was free and easy, like a grandmaster. With each sword strike, it seemed to be able to distinguish between life and death in the world.
He Yan's expression was cold as he said, "It's really not easy to kill you. Your cultivation is very weak, but your body is strange. Your strength is terrifying. You're wearing armor and holding a treasured sword. You can block my attacks. I'm really impressed."
Ye Sheng's treasured sword fell and sliced through He Yan's neck, cutting open his body.
However, this was just an illusion. Ye Sheng turned around and struck with his sword.
Clang!