Zhang Ruochen has refined countless holy soul-enhancing pills and divine star souls, and can survive even if he is struck by a sword soul. However, A Le does not have such a powerful sword soul.

After walking through the ninth tenth and entering the tenth tenth, Ah Le finally encountered an unprecedented danger of life and death, and dozens of swords penetrated his body at the same time.

In addition, there were dozens of sword souls, slashing at his holy soul.

Once it hits the target, you don't need to think about it to know that your soul will definitely fly away.

A Le looked at the dozens of sword spirits coming towards him, his eyes calm and fearless. This was a choice he made, and he naturally had to accept the outcome that was due. He used up his remaining strength and raised the sword with difficulty.

"Ale!"

Zhang Ruochen's figure flashed, appeared in front of him, and stabbed out with a sword: "Bury the Flower!"

This most powerful sword could not completely crush those sword souls.

There were still several sword souls slashing at them, and the pain was as if their souls were being torn apart, and it was extremely uncomfortable. Both of them couldn't help it, and let out a long roar.

A Le was half kneeling on the ground, staring at Zhang Ruochen with cold eyes.

Zhang Ruochen wiped it on his face, and his face was covered with blood, and said: "How can a mere oath restrain me? Even if I am cloned by Wanjian, what's the big deal?"

Before he finished speaking, dense and harsh sword sounds resounded throughout the cemetery.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

…

Countless swords flew out from the tomb and hung in the air, all of them targeting Zhang Ruochen.
Chapter completed!