Zhang Ye could feel the real killing intent.

He knew that An Ye was serious.

An Ye really wanted to kill him!

But I really want to help him improve!

Quite contradictory, isn't it?

Let's put it another way.

If Zhang Ye can hold on, he will receive a huge improvement.

If he can't bear it, it means that he is unable to cope with the next disaster at all. It is better to be hacked to death by An Ye and his soul to occupy the body.

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

His face hardened, Zhang Ye nodded, and stretched out his hands, two ghost-headed swords extended from his white soul hands.

Half a month of soul training has made him more proficient in controlling the soul.

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

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

"Huh?" The ancestor heard the sound and rushed over. He looked at Zhang Ye, who was frowning, and smoothed his beard.

"Grandpa Zu, what's wrong with Yezi?" Bai asked worriedly.

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, it is not recommended for new soul practitioners to engage in this kind of soul-level battle."

"Because if you don't pay attention, you may lose your soul."

"But...his opponent is that senior, so he should have some sense of proportion."

"And looking at him like this, his hunting sense rhythm has been triggered. It's obvious that he is in a fight to the death."

"What he thought was a fight to the death."

"As long as he carries it through, it will be of great benefit to him."

"What if you can't bear it?" Bai asked.

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

Bai Yi was stunned, looking at Zhang Ye's increasingly ferocious expression, his little hands clenched tightly unconsciously.

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

But he was still attacking desperately, and the two white ghost-headed swords in his hands, which were condensed from the soul, slashed at An Ye like a madman.

However, no matter how crazy he attacked or how quickly he swung his sword, An Ye, who was holding the huge Yan Yue Sword, could always dodge past him easily and was unable to 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. The seemingly cumbersome Yanyue Sword actually bypassed Zhang Ye's double-blade defense like a spiritual snake and pierced his shoulder fiercely.

Zhang Ye let out a cry of pain as his shoulder was pierced by the huge blade.

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

Hit!

But it only left a shallow mark on the long handle, and it was impossible to cut it off.

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

The strength of the souls is too different, so the weapons they condense are also too different.

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

Pain upon pain.

Zhang Ye roared angrily and kicked out, while An Ye also slapped out with his palm.

The next moment, Zhang Ye flew far away before finally stopping.

After all, he had pulled himself out of the Yanyue Sword. Looking at the ferocious penetrating wound on his shoulder, Zhang Ye gritted his teeth and began to growl unconsciously in his throat.

When An Ye saw this, a smile flashed in his eyes.

The physical desire to hunt is nothing more than that, and anyone with this kind of blood can display it.

But the hunting desire in the soul is different.

The hunting desire in the soul is called soul hunting!

Only with a hunting soul can you hunt the ferocious beast in your heart and be qualified to treat gods as prey!

Come on Zhang Ye, let me see if you are qualified!

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

And this time, the double knives in his hands disappeared, replaced by the sharp claws.

The claws are still easy to use!

Abandoning the sharp claws turned into blades, its attack frequency has once again skyrocketed by a notch!

He stepped forward, and the white claws seemed to tear apart the darkness, turning into a curtain of claws all over the sky, and killed An Ye.

But An Ye just raised the black moon sword in his hand and turned it lightly. The huge force knocked Zhang Ye away. When he came to his senses, Zhang Ye saw that the tip of his sharp claw had broken.

Severe pain struck from his mind and then spread throughout his body. Zhang Ye's hands were trembling.

【Don't be dazed, boy.】

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the front. Zhang Ye just raised his head and saw An Ye's shining red eyes.

Already in front of me!

The huge Yanyue Sword came straight towards his head.

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

Because it is a soul posture, no blood flows out, but the pain is more severe than having the skin really cut off!

But An Ye's offensive doesn't stop there.

He swung the huge Yanyue Sword again and again, seemingly slowly, but inevitably, leaving a wound on Zhang Ye's body every time.

The wound was neither deep nor fatal, and was completely incomparable to the damage caused by the previous wounds.

But the severe pain was far worse than before.

Facing An Ye's offensive, Zhang Ye could only resist.

At this moment, Zhang Ye was like a child being manipulated in the hands of a warrior king who had experienced hundreds of battles.

Compared to the severe pain in his soul, this kind of grievance made Zhang Ye feel more painful.

[Resist, why don't you resist?] The knife fell and cut Zhang Ye's face with a hideous scar. An Ye's voice was cold, even with a little ridicule.ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ

【Shrinking, what are you afraid of?】

[If you can’t defend yourself, why don’t you risk your life and leave a few wounds on my body so that I can still remember you after you die? 】

[Weak, cowardly, fragile, why can you become a guardian? 】

【Is this your will?】

[The so-called living toward death is just a joke?]

【In this case, why not give me your body, I can do more!】

When he said this, his smile suddenly turned ferocious, and his voice was like a cold snake. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Ye's neck and pulled him in front of him.

The two of them were very close, and Zhang Ye could see An Ye's red eyes very close to him.

【I will live as you.】

【Your parents are my parents.】

【Your true love is my true love.】

【They won’t notice you are any different than before!】

【She won’t notice that you are not the same person.】

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

[There is also Gu Xie, I will use her without any scruples to achieve my goals.]

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

【Are you resisting?】

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