Chapter 757 Bai Ye's Strength, Crushing Victory

At the moment when this shadow appeared, a strong evil spirit instantly enveloped the whole world. This evil spirit even passed through the edge barrier created by Chen Xintong and infected all the students.

For a moment, the surroundings were no longer familiar scenes, but turned into an endless sea of ​​blood. The air was filled with suffocating blood and violence. Every wisp of wind seemed to be wrapped with the whisper of death, which made people tremble. The soul seemed to be frozen by ice and could not hold back.

Among the many students, those with weak hearts and weak wills were instantly swallowed by this evil spirit. They staggered to the ground, their eyes were dull, or their faces were distorted, and they were deeply trapped by the illusion and could not extricate themselves. The world in front of them was distorted and deformed, becoming a feast of fear.

Of course, there were also many students who were not affected by the evil spirit, such as Cao Gongping, the first saint of Tianwaitian, Yang Kelie and Fang Haotian, Tianguan students, as well as Duanmu Qingcang, Beiyuan, Shufeng, Moyao and other students.

If there were a master standing in the air at this time, looking down, he would definitely see a shocking scene: the place where Yan Zheng stood had become the core of the blood-colored evil spirit, and the entire square was covered by a layer of blood-red mist that was so thick that it was almost solidified, like a purgatory on earth.

Facing the huge phantom of the God of Killing, Bai Ye was still as thin as a pine tree, with a calm expression, and was not affected by the terrifying evil spirit and the towering phantom at all.

"I didn't want to use this move, but my killing character technique is far from being cultivated to the level of using the God of Killing, so, I'm sorry."

As soon as Bai Ye finished speaking, the pure white talent that originally lingered around him was instantly replaced by gold. At the same time, the sky above his head seemed to be torn apart by a mysterious force, and a huge golden vortex slowly condensed, rotated, and emitted a dazzling golden light.

A solemn, sacred, and inviolable terrifying pressure like the way of heaven descended from the golden vortex. In front of this pressure, the towering phantom of the God of Killing seemed to become dim and weak.

Under the influence of this power, the evil spirit that originally enveloped everyone's heart instantly disappeared, and those students who were trapped by the illusion also regained their clarity. They looked up, their eyes full of disbelief and deep awe.

"What kind of power is this?!"

"The power of a saint, this is the power of a saint! Is Bai Ye the reincarnation of a saint??"

"Impossible!"

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from the golden vortex, the students present couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, as if they were facing some kind of indescribable supreme existence.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a golden light suddenly descended from the golden vortex, enveloping Bai Ye, and then a huge golden shadow slowly condensed behind Bai Ye.

The golden phantom, like the most dazzling light under the dawn, condensed in front of everyone's eyes. Its face was about twenty years old, and there was a touch of imperceptible coldness in its gentleness.

Behind him, a long spear was slung diagonally, with a cold light on the tip of the spear. On his waist, a long sword was lightly hung, with an ancient scabbard. The sword energy could be felt even before it was unsheathed.

He stood quietly, and the air around him seemed to freeze. Everything in the world was eclipsed at this moment. Only he exuded a kind of lofty and majestic look that looked down on all living things.

"This... this is..."

"The spear and the sword are both excellent. This is what Han Sheng looked like when he was young!"

"But can't only the literati at the level of literary masters summon the phantom of the saint?"

The students of Tianwaitian and Tianguan could not understand why Bai Ye could summon the phantom of the saint. The students in the secular world knew that Bai Ye had the soul of a saint, but when they saw the phantom of Han Sheng, they were still shocked, and their hearts were filled with an indescribable excitement and awe.

"You... you can actually summon the phantom of the saint?!"

The young man Yan Zheng also opened his eyes wide at this moment, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Brother Yan, in today's battle, Junior Brother Ci and I cannot lose. We represent the last hope of all students in the secular world."

Bai Ye bowed to Yan Zheng, and then merged with Han Sheng's illusory and solemn figure. Han Sheng's shadow slowly drew his sword. Although the sword was not unsheathed, it was already sharp. Once it was swung, the tip of the sword seemed to be able to split the sky and make all things submit to the endless majesty of this sword.

This sword, seemingly ordinary, contains an indescribable power of heaven and earth, as if it can even tear the sky and earth, and all things can be broken.

Seeing this, Yan Zheng also controlled the God-killing Shadow. Yan Zheng's face was solemn, and he was unwilling to be outdone. He controlled the God-killing Shadow, and with the monstrous murderous aura in his body as a guide, he condensed a long sword woven with talent and murderous aura, and pointed the sword directly at Han Sheng, vowing to block this unstoppable blow.

The two swords clashed, and the space trembled. The sound of metal clashing penetrated the sky and struck people's hearts. Everyone watching the battle covered their ears, fearing that the shocking sound would tear their souls apart.

A destructive storm erupted from the point of contact between the two swords, like a violent storm, sweeping across the four directions. Even the stable edge barrier trembled under this force, and the light flickered, as if it would be torn apart by this force at any time.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the air wave hit the edge barrier, causing the barrier to vibrate violently, and ripples appeared on the surface, as if it would break at any time.

After the two swords collided, the sword in Han Sheng's phantom suddenly burst into a brilliant golden light, like the sun rising in the sky, shining brightly, and the sword energy was crisscrossed, crushing the sword condensed by the God-Slaying Phantom layer by layer. Each ray of sword light contained the power to cut through time and space, crushing the sword in the hands of the God-Slaying Phantom inch by inch, and the fragments flew like autumn leaves, desolate and powerless.

"Crack!"

With the crisp sound of the sword breaking, the God-Slaying Phantom let out an extremely shrill wail, and cracks on its body spread like spider webs. In the end, it could not withstand this destructive force, and exploded, turning into blood light all over the sky, gradually dissipating into nothingness, leaving only silence and shock, which lasted for a long time.

"Puff!"

At the same time, Yan Zheng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person seemed to be severely injured. The figure fell from the air, his eyes full of disbelief and deep frustration.

Seeing this, the young man Ci Qibai instantly flew to the side of the young man Yan Zheng and supported him. At that moment, the figures of the young man Ci Qibai and the young man Yan Zheng turned into golden light and completely dissipated.

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