Douluo Continent: The Cataclysm of the Dead - Huo Yuhao

Faced with such an existence, we cannot give the opponent even the slightest chance to gather their own soul power, otherwise the competition might really become a bit tricky.

"Boom—" Amidst the violent roar, Ji Juechen was not blasted away, but his entire body was covered with a strong layer of icy blue light.

That layer of light mixed with darkness was Yan Feng's unique icy evil power.

At this moment, this layer of light seemed to encounter some kind of constraint, and it just stopped at the surface, unable to penetrate.

At this moment, Ji Juechen's eyes were flashing with his own sword intent.

For Ji Juechen, mobilizing power only requires the soul ring to pass through in an instant, so the reason for accumulating power is...

It was simply to respect the opponent or to grasp the essence of the matter, nothing more.

This scene caused a look of surprise to flash across Yan Feng's face.

This was the first time in his class that he had encountered someone at the Soul Master level, and the other party was neither frozen nor affected in the slightest by his dragon breath.

However, Yan Feng, being observant, quickly noticed something amiss after careful consideration.

Although Ji Juechen appeared unaffected, using his sword intent for defense still consumed his energy and spirit. After all, sword intent, a state of mind, is his power, but it also requires the combination of soul power and spiritual power.

After realizing that he had caused considerable exhaustion this time, Yan Feng's somewhat shocked and uncertain expression finally calmed down.

Meanwhile, Huo Yuhao, sitting on the platform, was also on tenterhooks.

Although he had already been reborn once, he didn't hate evil spirit masters as much as he did in his previous life.

However, this does not mean that he hopes to win this verbal battle, after all, the cruel methods of the Holy Spirit Cult have been perfectly demonstrated on this person.

If the opponent wins, Ji Juechen will also suffer some health problems.

He naturally didn't want to see his friend from his past life end up like this.

The dragon head gradually disappeared, but Yan Feng's dragon transformation did not dissipate as a result.

Just then, as if seizing an opportunity, Ji Juechen's sword was now filled with a chilling killing intent, as if his entire being had become part of the sword.

Even Yan Feng couldn't help but frown under this terrifying and chilling killing intent.

Even as a demonic soul master, he had to admit that the other party's talent was indeed somewhat excessive.

However, Yan Feng saw the bone wings on his back suddenly tremble, and his entire body appeared in mid-air.

Ji Juechen didn't seem surprised by this; he simply shifted his hand and his entire aura upwards.

It was as if countless swords had been gathered and were now aimed at each other.

Ji Juechen had to ensure that this sword strike could kill his opponent directly, since he also harbored the same intention of killing the evil soul master.

Just as Ji Juechen was about to strike with his sword, the spiritual force made him keenly aware of something amiss, and he subconsciously switched positions at that moment.

Bone arrays gradually appeared above his ground.

One by one, bone spikes imbued with icy evil power burst forth from the ground, each one aimed directly at him.

Upon seeing this, Ji Juechen watched as the Cloud Iron Sword in his hand both parried and neutralized the bone spikes.

He thought he had finally managed to get through it, but then he discovered that a sharp bone spur had pierced his leg.

Although Ji Juechen had almost instantly severed the bone spur, he still felt that part of the flesh on his left leg was being gradually eroded.

At the same time, Yan Feng, who was in mid-air, couldn't help but laugh, and Huo Yuhao's heart was also on the verge of breaking.

Chapter 65: Trading Injury for Injury, Juechen Defeated

For some reason, Huo Yuhao had a bad feeling.

Yan Feng's face flashed with a hint of pleasure at that moment.

The bone dragon phantom behind it seemed to be even larger.

At the same time, Ji Juechen's face darkened for the first time.

There was nothing I could do; I could feel a portion of my flesh being forcibly sucked away.

And it seems that the opponent has even improved their strength because of this.

At this moment, Ji Juechen also realized how troublesome this evil soul master was.

However, he did not choose to admit defeat or back down.

Instead of dodging, he took a deep breath and stood there straight.

Zhou Shen's chilling sword intent surged and became increasingly terrifying.

This scene made Yan Feng subconsciously use his fourth soul skill again.

But those cold, even icy bone spurs, were unable to advance an inch under this chilling sword intent.

It was obvious to the naked eye that Yan Feng even seemed a little flustered.

After that, Ji Juechen's powerful and fierce sword intent reached its peak.

As if the moment was about to arrive, he opened his eyes and looked straight at Yan Feng.

His eyes seemed to be brimming with lightning, and his body suddenly pressed down at that moment.

In the next instant, his entire body became like a strange ray of light, shooting straight towards Yan Feng in the sky, as if he had transformed into a shooting star.

He gripped the sword with both hands, slowly turned his body, and swept the longsword horizontally. This simple movement, when executed by Ji Juechen, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. The entire movement was as if it were completed in a viscous liquid, yet without any pause, in one smooth motion.

The meteorite iron longsword in his hand seemed to tear even the air itself apart.

At that moment, even Yan Feng showed a rare hint of seriousness.

That immense sword intent, carrying the meteorite iron heavy sword, if it were to truly strike him...

He had no doubt that even he himself might not be able to withstand it completely.

Then, Yan Feng suddenly flew towards the sky again, and the illusory bone-turned dragon head reappeared.

"boom!"

The icy dragon breath shot straight towards Ji Juechen, but Ji Juechen's fierce sword intent directly cut it apart.

In the eyes of most viewers, Ji Juechen's sword strike was almost a sure win.

But for some reason, Huo Yuhao became nervous. And in the next instant, the situation reversed.

Facing the sword that was not far away, Yan Feng couldn't help but smile sinisterly.

While in mid-air, he actually retracted his bone wings as if he had given up struggling.

As it plummeted rapidly, closing in, almost within a foot of him, most of its body was focused on defense. Yet, when the chilling sword intent struck, its defenses still seemed incredibly fragile.

Even Ji Juechen himself was somewhat confused as to why the other party gave up the struggle at that moment. Soon, the other party gave him the answer.

As Yan Feng's fourth spirit ring flickered, countless bone spurs, imbued with a chilling power, appeared out of thin air on his body.

In this strike, Ji Juechen concentrated almost all of his soul power, spiritual power, and even the sword intent he had condensed into that single sword strike.

Although he quickly broke through the opponent's defenses, he also left himself with almost no room to defend himself.

"boom!"

"Pfft!"

With a loud explosion, as the smoke cleared, two figures appeared to fall from the swirling smoke in mid-air.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao's expression was extremely grim.

He hadn't expected that the opponent's soul skill could be triggered from his own body.

As the fog dissipated, the figures of the two people on the field were revealed.

On one side was Yan Feng, whose black robe was now tattered and covered in bloodstains of all sizes. His soul power was extremely chaotic, as if he had reached his limit.

But a hint of smugness still flickered on his face.

Ji Juechen, on the other hand, had no expression on his face, even though he was also covered in blood.

The first impression one gets is that the other person is alright.

Moreover, he seemed to be in much better shape than his opponent.

Ji Juechen couldn't hold back any longer and knelt on one shoulder, supporting himself with the meteorite iron heavy sword, spitting out blood.

When the surrounding soul power fluctuations had almost reached their limit, everyone was somewhat taken aback.

At the same time, Yan Feng on the other side just sneered and was about to launch another attack when the referee appeared and interrupted the opponent's attack.

Ji Juechen, seemingly with a touch of stubbornness, stood up and spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"I...I haven't lost yet!"

At this crucial juncture, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Ji Juechen! What will I do if you die?"

"How can you pursue the supreme sword path if you die?"

These words made Ji Juechen look in a certain direction.

That figure also caught Huo Yuhao's attention.

Jing Ziyan.

Based on the current timeline, the two people should not have known each other for very long.

Ji Juechen stood there, looking as pathetic as a lone pine tree about to sway and die, trying to maintain his last shred of dignity. But after staring at Yan Feng for a long time, he finally turned away, seemingly extremely unwilling.

This also means that Yan Feng won.

As for how Yan Feng won, most people didn't even understand it; only a few did.

Until the final crucial moment, although Ji Juechen's sword almost directly injured Yan Feng.

Yan Feng, on the other hand, chose a fighting style of exchanging injury for injury. He used his fourth soul skill to inflict injury on his opponent while absorbing some of Ji Juechen's flesh and blood to increase the strength of his own martial soul. This not only strengthened his defense again but also enhanced the power of his martial soul.

Of course, it is precisely this despicable fighting style of trading injury for injury that is the reason.

It didn't meet Ji Juechen's ideal of being upright and honorable, so even though things were going terribly wrong, Ji Juechen still wanted to fight again. The real reason Ji Juechen gave up was later revealed by Huo Yuhao.

Although Jing Ziyan's actions accounted for a portion of his motivation, it was mostly his love for the martial spirit he possessed, or rather, his pursuit of the way of the sword.

He can't just stop like this.