Zhang Ye could feel the real murderous intent.

He knew that Anye was serious.

An Ye really wants to kill him!

But I really want to help him improve!

Very contradictory, isn't it?

Then put it another way.

If Zhang Ye withstands it, he will get a huge improvement.

If he can't stand it, it means he can't deal with the next disaster at all. It's better to be killed by An Ye directly, and his soul occupies his body.

In short, both sides are good, it depends on whether Zhang Ye can withstand it.

As soon as his face calmed down, Zhang Ye nodded, and his hands spread out, two ghost-headed swords extended from his white soul's hands.

Half a month of soul cultivation has made him more and more proficient in controlling his soul.

The next moment, two figures, one black and one white, collided in the soul space.

In reality, Zhang Ye's body suddenly tensed, and a violent mental fluctuation erupted, spreading out.

"Huh?" The ancestor rushed over and looked at Zhang Ye with his frown and stroked his beard.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with Ye Zi?" Bai asked with some concern.

She could also feel that Zhang Ye’s soul cultivation this time was different from before.

"It should be a battle at the soul level."

"Generally speaking, those who are new to soul training do not recommend this kind of soul-level battle."

"Because you don't pay attention, you may be scattered."

"But... his opponent is that senior, so he should be responsible."

"And looking at him like this, the hunting rhythm has been triggered, and it is obvious that the death battle is being fought."

"He thought he had a death battle."

"Just carry it over, it will be of great benefit to him."

"What if I can't handle it?" Bai asked.

"Then he is no longer him..." The ancestor shook his head.

Bai Yi was stunned and looked at Zhang Ye's gradually ferocious expression, and his little hands were pinched tightly.

In the soul space, several wounds had appeared on Zhang Ye's body. He was injured in his soul posture and his consciousness was trembling. The severe pain surrounded his mind and made him unbearable.

But he was still attacking desperately, and the two white ghost-headed swords formed by the soul in his hand slashed at An Ye like a mad demon.

But no matter how crazy he attacked or swung his sword quickly, An Ye, who was holding the huge Yanyue sword, could always dodge by in an understatement and could not cause any harm to him.

【Is it just this level?】

【Then you are not worthy of being a guardian.】

As he said that, An Ye turned the Yanyue Sword in his hand, and the seemingly bulky Yanyue Sword actually bypassed Zhang Ye's double sword defense like a spirit snake, and stabbed into his shoulder hard.

Zhang Ye let out a cry of pain as his shoulder was penetrated by a huge knife head.

Then he slashed hard at the long handle of the Yanyue Sword.

Hit it!

But it was just a shallow trace left on the long handle, which could not be cut off at all.

On the contrary, a huge gap appeared on the ghost-headed sword in Zhang Ye's hand.

The strength of the soul is too different, so the weapons condensed are also too different.

Moreover, the weapon itself is condensed from the soul. Once damaged, it is equivalent to Zhang Ye's soul being damaged.

The pain is even more painful.

Zhang Ye roared, kicked out with one foot, and An Ye slapped out with one palm.

The next moment, Zhang Ye flew backwards and barely stopped.

After all, he pulled himself out of the Yanyue Sword. Looking at the ferocious wound on his shoulders, Zhang Ye gritted his teeth and began to let out an unconscious roar from his throat.

Seeing this, Anye's eyes flashed with a smile.

The physical desire for hunting is, but in this way, anyone with such bloodline can display it.

But the hunting desire in the soul is different.

The hunting desire in the soul is called the hunting soul!

Only by having hunting souls can you hunt the ferocious beasts in your heart and be qualified to treat gods as prey!

Come on, Zhang Ye, let me see if you have this qualification!

"Roar!!!" With a roar, Zhang Ye did not sit still and wait for death this time, but took the initiative to attack and pounced towards An Ye.

And this time, the two swords in his hand disappeared, replaced by the skyrocketing claws.

It's still easy to use the paws!

Abandoning the sharp claws turned into by the blade, its attack frequency has surged to a higher level again!

He bullied himself, and his white claws seemed to tear apart the darkness, turned into a claw curtain all over the sky and killed An Ye.

But An Ye just raised the black moon sword in his hand, turned it lightly, and the huge force shook Zhang Ye out. He came to his senses and saw that the tip of his sharp claws had broken.

A severe pain came from the brain and then spread throughout the body, and Zhang Ye's hands were trembling.

【Don't be idle, boy.】

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the front. As soon as Zhang Ye raised his head, he saw An Ye's eyes flashing red.

Has reached before you!

The huge Yanyue Sword came straight to his head.

In desperation, Zhang Ye could only turn his head and dodge, but his face was still cut off.

Because it is a soul posture, no blood flows out, but the pain is even more severe than the fact that the skin is really peeled off!

But An Ye's offensive is not only that.

He waved the huge Yanyue Sword again and again, which seemed slow, but could not avoid it. He could leave a wound on Zhang Ye's body every time.

The wound is not deep or fatal, and it is incomparable to the damage caused by the previous few blows.

But the severe pain is far beyond the past.

Faced with An Ye's offensive, Zhang Ye could only barely resist.

At this moment, Zhang Ye was like a child, facing a war-torn soldier king, who was played with in his palm.

Compared to the severe pain in the soul, this aggrievance made Zhang Ye feel even more painful.

[Resist, why not resist?] A sword fell and cut a hideous scar on Zhang Ye's face. An Ye's voice was cold, and even a little ridiculous.ъìＱυＧΕt�.℃ǒΜΜ

【Refresh, what are you afraid of?】

[The defense cannot be defended, why don’t you leave a few wounds on me to death so that I can still remember you after you die?]

【Weak, cowardly, fragile, how can you become a guardian?】

【Is this your will?】

【The so-called living towards death is just a joke?】

[Since that's the case, why not give me your body, I can do more!]

Speaking of this, his smile suddenly became ferocious, and his voice was like a cold snake and scorpion. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Ye's neck and pulled him in front of him.

The two were very close, and Zhang Ye could see An Ye's red eyes that were so close to each other.

[I will live as you.]

【Your parents are my parents.】

【Your love is my love.】

【They won't find you any different from before!】

【She won't realize that you are not the original you.】

【She will love me as much as she loves you.】

[And Gu Xie, I will use her without any scruples to achieve my goal.]

[Then I will sacrifice them, sacrifice all the people you care about, and turn them into my power!]

【You resist?】

[You can't resist because you are not strong enough, you can only watch all this happen!]
To be continued...