#677 - Chapter 677 The Chosen One

"What's wrong? Go on!"

Ye Kong, sensing something amiss, said directly.

"I dare not."

The Eight Desolate Demon Halberd said in a gentle voice.

Having retracted its demonic energy, it was no different from an ordinary fork, except that it was a bit black.

"Hurry up, or I'll break you!"

Ye Kong facepalmed, speechless. This was no time for this weapon to be so slow and long-winded.

Hearing Ye Kong's command, the Eight Desolate Demon Halberd immediately trembled, its body softening.

Seeing this, Ye Kong had no choice but to put away the Eight Desolate Demon Halberd and take out the Carefree Fan instead.

The moment he took out the Carefree Fan, Ye Kong used it to扇 (shan, fan) at the "selves" standing in a row.

The Carefree Fan was visibly stunned, its entire surface becoming limp, as if soaked in water.

It wasn't that it was retreating in the face of battle, but it didn't have the guts or the ability to fan away half of the master's power.

So it had to pretend to be a coward.

"Hahaha!"

Luo Di, who was peeking at all this from outside the door, burst out laughing.

"It's too hilarious, even his own weapons won't listen to him."

"Ye Kong, you're really embarrassing the big shots."

"For a big shot to live to your age, it's really opened my eyes."

Luo Di deliberately mocked.

Ye Kong was stunned upon hearing this, knowing that Luo Di was deliberately trying to anger him so he could attack.

He immediately said calmly, "What? Are you envious? Do you want to try?"

Ye Kong's voice instantly turned cold, and the aura of the entire hall became icy.

The temperature inside the hall dropped several degrees.

Luo Di was also startled by Ye Kong's voice, and he shuddered unnaturally.

"It's just what it sounds like, I killed him…"

Luo Di muttered unnaturally and turned to leave.

At that moment, Ye Kong gathered all his spiritual power into a long sword.

The moment the long sword was unsheathed, countless stars fell from the sky.

The ground trembled incessantly.

But none of this stopped Ye Kong's determination.

He stretched out his left hand slightly, and with a slight movement of his index finger, the spiritual sword, gleaming with countless rays of light, slashed horizontally.

Instantly, the "selves" blocking Ye Kong's path had their heads chopped off.

But no blood dripped.

And the "Ye Kongs" whose heads had been chopped off instantly withered, their skin shriveling in the air.

First, they were covered with wrinkles, and then, like the纹路 (wenlu, lines) of an old tree, they became more and more wrinkled until they had no moisture left, and finally disappeared directly into the air.

Above the rows of heads that Ye Kong had chopped off, a row of black gas emerged, and each pair of eyes stared wide.

As if silently questioning Ye Kong: "Why? Who kills themselves?"

Luo Di, who was outside the door, was also dumbfounded by Ye Kong's decisiveness.

It seemed that he had not expected that there would be someone who could kill himself without saying a word.

"Now, it's your turn…"

Ye Kong's voice had no fluctuation, he moved his finger slightly, and the giant sword that had just been aimed at "himself" pointed at Luo Di again.

Luo Di was stunned at first, then his face turned pale, and then he勉强 (mianqiang, barely) calmed down.

Looking at Ye Kong with a smile, he said, "Come on, a battle between experts!"

Ye Kong said indifferently, "You are not worthy!"

Saying that, Ye Kong slashed out with the giant sword in his hand, directly drawing an extremely brilliant rainbow in the air.

Luo Di smiled, and also祭 (ji, offered) out his own weapon.

His weapon was a large broadsword, large enough to match the height of an adult male, and a full two meters wide.

The moment this broadsword was祭 (ji, offered) out by Luo Di, it instantly grew several times larger in the air, and after tumbling a few times in the air, it directly slashed towards Ye Kong.

The moment the broadsword fell, there was an instant thunderous roar, and torrential rain poured down.

Thousands of raindrops were instantly absorbed into the broadsword in the air, turning into sword light on the broadsword and rushing straight towards Ye Kong's face.

Ye Kong remained motionless, his wide sleeves fluttering in the pouring rain.

And around him, there was a white light氤氲 (yinyun, filled), and the氤氲 (yinyun, filled) white light directly separated him from the rain.

Therefore, not a single drop of the waterfall-like rain splashed on Ye Kong's spotless robes.

"Chop!"

Looking at Luo Di, he was not as calm as Ye Kong, especially after he saw the halo that appeared on Ye Kong's body.

This halo was only found on the bodies of those chosen by heaven.

And he, as the master of the异世界 (yishijie, other world), did not have such a halo on his body.

This alone was enough to make Luo Di envious, jealous, and hateful, and enough to make Luo Di go crazy.

The broadsword, carrying wind, thunder, rain, and lightning, after hearing Luo Di's command, did not hesitate at all and directly砍 (kan, chopped) towards the giant sword凝结 (ningjie, condensed) by Ye Kong with spiritual power.

"Clang!"

This sound was as if夸父 (Kuafu) had chased the setting sun, and共工 (Gonggong) had angrily touched不周山 (Buzhou Mountain).

The duel between two high-level weapons often happened in the most unexpected moments, yet it seemed so natural.

"Hit!"

"Chop harder for me!"

In the distance, Luo Di shouted loudly, as if he were疯魔 (fengmo, crazy), acting like a madman.

Ye Kong glanced at Luo Di indifferently, leisurely.

The next second, the broadsword in Luo Di's hand, which had just been威风八面 (weifengbamein, awe-inspiring), fell from the air like a kite with a broken string.

And around the broadsword, fine and dense traces of殷红 (yinhong, crimson) blood seeped out, as if it were the tears of the broadsword, which could not be wiped away.

At the same time, the lightning and thunder in the sky and the pouring rain stopped, but a rain of blood suddenly fell in the air.

The rain of blood slowly drifted through the mountains and rivers, as if the mountains and rivers were crying for the broadsword that died before it could achieve its ambition.

"You killed it!"

Compared to the假模假样 (jiamojiayang, hypocritical) when his disciple was killed, this time Luo Di's eyes were truly red.

"Just a broken knife."

Ye Kong's tone was lazy, imitating Luo Di's tone indifferently.

"What did you say? I'm going to kill you!"

"He is my best brother!"

Luo Di rushed over with red eyes and disheveled hair.

"Oh? Are you saying that you turned your brother into a broadsword just to increase your combat power?"

Ye Kong captured the focus of Luo Di's tone and questioned.

Luo Di's eyes quickly dodged and said, "I didn't, you killed him!"

"Yes, I killed him, and I want to kill you!"

Ye Kong did not hide the killing intent in his eyes, the giant sword破空 (pokong, pierced the air) again, this time he堵上 (dushang, bet) all his spiritual power and pointed directly at Luo Di.

Seeing this, Luo Di directly threw away the broken knife in his hand, turned his hand and took out a拂尘 (fuchen, whisk), threw out a group of paper figures, and even three copper coins.

These were all his treasures.

Today, what he wanted was not only Ye Kong's life.

But also to拘禁 (jujin, detain) Ye Kong's soul and make him a puppet to be dispatched.

He would take back every insult that Ye Kong had subjected him to.

However, when these things touched Ye Kong's giant sword, they were instantly斩落 (zhanluo, cut down), just like a drop of water融入 (rongru, melted) into the sea.

"How is that possible!" Luo Di was shocked.