Chapter 837 Flower of Seven Colors

"Everyone has worked hard to lead the way... I won't bother you from now on..."

There was a frivolous and joking voice coming from the sky behind, and the hearts of everyone in the Seven Soul Palace trembled. Compared with the violent turmoil caused by the cracking of the Crystal Palace, this person hiding behind and preparing to act as an oriole is even more It's shocking.

"It's you!"

Yan Rong was the first to scold in a cold voice.

She is very familiar with this voice, because she heard it just now in the Seven Star City outside.

"You are here to seek death..."

Yan Liudong was full of murderous intent, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf's, and without saying a word, he immediately flew up, and the starlight burst out from his whole body, turning into a meteorite and blasting towards Chu Hen.

With all the turbulent waves coming, Yan Liudong's momentum was extremely strong.

A shot is a killer move.

Chu Hen smiled frivolously, and then the same starburst bloomed, and countless intertwined streams of light beams formed a rapidly rotating sphere outside his body. The powerful force was compressed together sharply, and the energy density continued to strengthen...

"Go!"

"Om..."

The imposing silver sphere blasted out and smashed head-on at the meteorite that Yan Liudong had turned into. In an instant, it was like two stars meeting.

"Boom!"

The loud noise shook the sky, and the space was about to split.

The silver aftermath soaring into the sky is like two tsunami overlapping, a circle of majestic and surging waves tearing and spreading each other.

However, with just a face-to-face encounter, the meteorite that Yan Liudong had turned into was shattered by the impact, and the power of the stars lingering around him was all turned into shattered pieces...

"boom!"

Yan Liudong's body trembled, his eyes opened angrily, and he roared angrily, "Tianxuan kills..."

"bingo!"

An indifferent tone spit out from Chu Hen's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force poured down, Yan Liudong's five internal organs trembled violently, the blood in his body surged up, and when he flew back quickly, his face became extremely ugly.

...

Yan Zhenbei's eyes sank, and he shouted sharply, "Stop him!"

After all, he stepped into the air and flew towards the flower of heart learning that was swaying in seven colors.

It never occurred to him that Chu Hen followed them here. Now that Chu Hen came, there was no guarantee that he would not follow other people later. The most urgent thing was to collect the Seven Star Soul before solving other matters.

Defeating Yan Liudong in one face-to-face, this made all the masters of the Seven Soul Palace shocked and angry.

Immediately, everyone drew their sharp blades out of their sheaths, bursting out with a powerful momentum, and launched a frontal interception towards Chu Hen...

"kill him!"

"Hmph, there is a way to heaven if you don't go, and there is no way to enter hell. If you dare to come to us alone, you are really looking for your own death."

...

These dozen or so people are the most powerful group of people in the Seven Soul Palace, and the combined combat effectiveness is also quite spectacular.

Chu Hen didn't dare to be too careless. With a move of his mind, he directly sacrificed the Biran sword. Thousands of sword powers were released from the body. He squeezed out the sword formula with one hand and controlled it from the air. The Biran sword turned into countless sword qi flying all over the sky. , and cut towards the people in front...

"call out!"

"Whoosh!"

...

The gorgeous sword shadow collides with its majestic starlight,

Thousands of sparks and air waves were splashed, and the wanton splashes of light patterns overlapped and intertwined, like mist and rain all over the sky.

In the face of everyone's interception, Chu Hen showed the momentum of breaking through, and his moving steps never stopped.

The fourth princess Yan Rong looked at the magnificent Chu Hen, but she couldn't lift her sword hand...

The tragic scene of the Seven Souls Mansion in Yucheng in the sky kept flashing in his mind that day. The King of Light was torn apart, the Star Soul Envoy of Light was smashed through the head by Chu Hen, and the third prince Yan Yunan was crushed into meat paste by monsters. ...

That day, the Seven Souls Palace wailed and blood flowed like rivers!

Even after several months, Yan Rong faced Chu Hen again, but she couldn't hide the great fear in her heart.

...

"Kill him, definitely kill him!"

Yan Rong clenched her teeth, only by killing Chu Hen can she truly get rid of the nightmare that haunts her.

The little courage she struggled with in her heart made Yan Rong bite the bullet and raised her sword and rushed towards Chu Hen. The powerful starlight gushed out of her body like a tide, but when she touched Chu Hen's playful eyes, Yan Rong couldn't bear it. Rong's heart trembled involuntarily, and an extremely ominous premonition emerged in her heart...

"Boom!"

In an instant, Chu Hen's body released a strange rhythm of power again...

A pair of deep eyes stared at Yan Rong standing in front of him like sharp swords, and with a wicked smile, Chu Hen's pupils were filled with strange purple awns...

The four black dots in the depths rotated, and an invisible force went straight into the depths of Yan Rong's soul.

However, as soon as she saw Chu Hen's purple eyes, Yan Rong's consciousness suddenly became in a trance, and her eyes were blank, as if she had lost her soul.

"Four princesses!"

"Stop him, what's wrong with you?"

...

Accompanied by the exclamation of other people around, Yan Rong immediately woke up from the trance, but it was only for a moment, when the rapid wind blew past her ears, and a sharp afterimage flashed across her rear...

"Thank you, Your Highness Fourth Princess!"

Chu Hen laughed jokingly.

Shocked and angry, Yan Rong quickly turned her head, but it was too late, how could she catch up with Chu Hen's speed.

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However, at the same time, the First Prince Yan Zhenbei had already arrived in front of the 'flower of seven colors', less than five meters away.

Although Chu Hen passed the blocking and intercepting of the people in the Seven Soul Mansion with lightning speed, there was still a gap of nearly 100 meters between Yan Zhenbei and Yan Zhenbei.

For Yan Zhenbei, the distance of more than 90 meters is enough.

"Humph!"

Yan Zhenbei sneered disdainfully, and quickly stretched out his palm towards the seven-color flower.

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But at the same time, an astonishing yin and yang energy emerged between the heaven and the earth.

Chu Hen's arms are swinging like wicker willows, with one hand holding Lai Yang Xuan Qi and the other hand pinching Lai Yang Xuan Qi, with both palms together, Tai Chi Yin and Yang Qi blend and rotate with each other, an illusory Yin and Yang figure centered on Chu Hen, horizontal spread out...

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the space where Chu Hen and Yan Zhenbei were located in front suddenly presented a strange twist, the cyclone flowed, the universe rotated, and everything shifted.

"The technique of great teleportation..."

Together with Chu Hen's loud shout and "Wow!", the space trembled, and Chu Hen and Yan Zhenbei were like two black and white double dots in the "Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram", turning along the trend.

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"Seven Star Soul is mine..."

Looking at the seven-color flower that was close at hand, Yan Zhenbei's face was full of heat, and a triumphant smile was quietly appearing, but just before his fingertips were about to touch the seven-color flower, the seven-color flower Suddenly disappeared at the fingertips...

What?

Yan Zhenbei's smile froze immediately, replaced by strong hatred and killing intent.

He suddenly discovered that the spatial position of himself and Chu Hen had changed.

The seven-color flower that was supposed to be in his hand now appeared in front of Chu Hen's fingers in disbelief...

"Stop... don't touch it..."

Hysterical, furious!

Yan Zhenbei's eyes turned red, and he rushed out like a beast.

However, Chu Hen completely ignored it, and opened his five fingers, as if receiving a feather, and gently held the seven-color flower in his palm...

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