As soon as Wu Chen straightened up his martial body, a boundless sword qi descended directly.

Wu Chen immediately let out a loud shout, and the rolling qi and blood soared out, and the vast sword qi shot directly on Wu Chen's body protection qi with a sonorous sound.

However, the Gang Qi, which had been shaking, was silently deflecting the direction of the coming of the construction period directly to one side, and with a bang, the sword qi shot into a piece of land, blowing up a piece of dust

"The body protection technique is good! It's a pity, I still have to die!"

I saw He Xiaotian sigh in praise from the bottom of his heart, but the next moment, a boundless, vast and boundless heavy sword qi shot straight at Wu Chen.

The heavy sword qi directly suppressed the entire space into a heavy and breathless feeling, and the sharp sword qi couldn't help but give Wu Chen a tingling feeling.

Wu Chen knew that under such an attack, even if he counted the protective body qi, he would not be able to resist it, otherwise he would not have an indescribable tingling sensation.

Wu Chen's true qi skyrocketed, and a golden bronze bell kept buzzing and rotating outside his body, driving a series of vibrations between the rotations, and the power of his whole body directly burst out without any left.

True Qi and Qi and Blood kept soaring, and the strength of his body directly broke through the suppression of the vast sword qi, and a monstrous and heavy Tyrant Phantom roared above Wu Chen's head.

A strong and domineering aura permeated out, and one after another heavy forces kept spreading to the surrounding waves, and a rebellious aura of fighting the heavens and the earth rose to the sky.

With a bang, the heavy vast sword qi directly hit the golden bell jar outside Wu Chen's body, and the rotating power directly greeted the vast sword qi.

Wu Chen threw a punch fiercely, and there was an explosion, and the sword qi was directly shattered under Wu Chen's iron fist, watching Wu Chen's undisguised arrogant aura spread out in waves.

"I didn't count just now, I came again!" Wu Chen said domineeringly to He Xiaotian.

"Interesting! I hope you can let me play more!" He Xiaotian said with interest.

"The vast sword monument shook the world"

In an instant, He Xiaotian was full of sword energy, and a condensed sword dao monument was directly formed above He Xiaotian's head in the blink of an eye.

The heavy and sharp force directly pressed down on a crackling sound around it, as if the entire space could not withstand this heavy force.

And at the moment when the Heavy Sword Dao Monument was formed, the entire celestial phenomenon changed dramatically in an instant, and thick dark clouds directly covered the entire sky.

Thick lightning bolts frequently illuminated the earth, and thick tornadoes swirled around their bodies.

As if the duel between the two had affected the changes in the entire celestial phenomenon, the two stood under the entire changing firmament, staring at each other deadly.

Wu Chen shouted violently, and the already strong qi and blood and true qi burned wildly again, and the monstrous and domineering phantom emitted a steady dragon roar like thunder above Wu Chen's head.

The heavy force, accompanied by the rich water vapor, quickly gathered around Wu Chen's body, and the pride of fighting the heavens and the earth skyrocketed again, and the burning battle intent in his eyes was undisguised.

Immediately afterward, a dense heavy rain fell from the sky, and the terrible wind howled above the heads of the two, and the originally soft piano sound turned in the heavy rain.

From the original breeze and soft tone, it was directly transformed into the sound of the soldiers' contention, and the two sides in the battle couldn't help but be enthusiastic.

The neighing of horses, the rumbling of war drums, and the hurried tone seemed to urge the two of them.

Just as a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, the two of them moved almost at the same time, and the heavy sword dao monument fell down in the midst of the rolling vast force, and the heavy sound of breaking the sky drove a heavy air pressure down.

On the other side, Wu Chen's surging qi and blood and strength were already ready to move, and the moment the lightning swept through the pitch-black sky.

The domineering power was accompanied by the thick water vapor, setting off violent waves, and the sound of the waves went upstream.

With a loud bang, the two waves of huge force collided violently, and the two extremely fierce forces exploded directly at the intersection of the two.

A small point of light exploded directly in front of everyone's eyes, causing the world to seem to be invisible in front of everyone's eyes.

But the two fierce comings collided ferociously when everyone couldn't see them, and Wu Chen's fighting intent was wild.

The strong true qi, accompanied by the arrogant fist intent, made the momentum on the whole person stronger and stronger every time.

The whole fist and kick are also more and more ferocious, and between a punch and a kick are all accompanied by a thousand catties of huge force, almost touching it to death, and the middle one will die.

On the other hand, He Xiao Tianjian moved with his heart, almost every time he was in the middle of the overlord fist, he would deflect it to one side by a fraction of a second, but on his body, endless sword intent surged out.

The edge of one sword was stronger than the other, almost a kind of collision between the two crazy, and under the impact of heavy force, the dull sound of impact almost interrupted the treacherous sound of the piano.

But the more this happens, the more treacherous the tone becomes.

Under the rapid tone, the original rumbling sound of war drums became heavier and heavier, and the originally violent neighing of horses also became more and more wild wolves.

All kinds of forces followed, and I only felt that a momentary change led to the arrival of the entire battlefield, and a strong and tragic aura came.

In order not to be disturbed by the sound of the piano, Wu Chen directly shouted loudly, and the whole sound of the roar was as majestic and domineering as the roar of a dragon and a lion, and at the moment when Wu Chen's voice came out.

He Xiaotian directly grasped this instantaneous change, and stabbed Wu Chen's chest straight with a vast sword.

There was a bang, and the entire golden bronze bell, which was originally spinning endlessly, was directly followed by the power of this edge.

In an instant, the bell jar was broken!

And Wu Chen was directly shot by this ferocious force more than a dozen steps away, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of Wu Chen's mouth.

The breaking of the golden bell jar and the return of the mobile phone brought her a certain amount of backlash, so the body still suffered a certain amount of damage.

"Break your external skills first, and then take your life!" He Xiaotian said coldly.

"Do you really think that all the strength I have in my body depends on external strength? You underestimate me too much! Come on! Come on again!" Wu Chen made a gesture and beckoned to He Xiaotian.

I saw He Xiaotian take an arrow step and disappeared directly in front of everyone's eyes, Wu Chen directly turned his left hand into a palm and his right hand into a fist, and a very strange artistic conception was formed.

Yao Chenxing next to him was in a cold sweat, because the battle between Wu Chen and these two people was related to the lives of the two.

If he regained one or half percent of his strength, he would be shocked to death in one breath by the two people in front of him.

But now he, alas. Not to mention it, in order to paralyze some people, he can only be a high-flying second ancestor all day long to lower the vigilance of some people, so that he can survive safely.

Although Wu Chen's fist power is uncast, and his every move is not a huge force of ten thousand catties, this swordsman is an ancient swordsman who is so pure that it can no longer be pure.

The more water you want to fill, the stronger your bucket itself must be, otherwise the bucket will be ruined.

And it is precisely in this way that these ancient martial arts cultivators are not at all concerned with the cultivation of their own bodies, coupled with the heavy sword intent of the edge, Wu Chen does not have the slightest advantage in martial arts.

It can even be said that he is in a disadvantageous state, because although Wu Chen's arrogance is arrogant, he has not completely condensed the complete fist intent, therefore, in essence, his strength is inferior to that of this swordsman.

And this swordsman also has a teammate of the pianist, in the face of such a combination, it is simply a lore, and Wu Chen's ability to survive until now is completely due to the strength of the fist and the kind of fighting spirit that does not admit defeat.

No wonder, no wonder the warrior king's war spirit will choose him as the successor, judging from this kind of battle spirit, it may not be able to reach the height of the warrior king in the future.

But the premise is that the two can survive this lore.

Although he, Yao Chenxing, had already managed some means to get out, but before the support arrived, he and Wuchen would be killed.

At this moment, Wu Chen instantly felt a sword attacking behind him, and a sharp sword intent had already invisibly locked Wu Chen's chest.

Closer, closer, closer...

Wu Chen silently condensed the two fierce forces directly on his hands, everything was ready, and there was only ....

At the moment when the long sword touched his body, Wu Chen suddenly turned around, and the long sword undoubtedly stabbed directly into Wu Chen's shoulder bone, and the entire tip of the sword penetrated his arm.

Thick blood slid down the tip of the sword and fell to the ground, and He Xiaotian was about to draw his sword, but found that the entire long sword seemed to be shackled by some powerful force and could not be pulled out.

Just as he was stunned, Wu Chen's left palm had been directly imprinted on his chest, and a strong force poured directly into his body, and a strong stream of blood was about to spurt out of his mouth.

But just as he was in the nick of time, the ancient swordsman directly abandoned the long sword in his hand and flew back, because according to his intuition as an assassin for many years...

If the long sword didn't let go, he might die, because he already felt a thick death aura enveloping him, and her eyebrows were also beating incessantly, so he trusted his instincts.

Although he felt right, it was too late, Wu Chen's ferocious right fist directly bombarded him, and he only had to raise his arms as a block.

But his arms were under this ferocious punch, and there was a sound of rubbing directly.

Then the ferocious fist hit his martial body without any trace of power, and he didn't have the unloading force to be directly hit by this punch.

The strong blood spit out directly like a fountain, and his body was thrown directly like a rag, hitting an unknown number of trees, and he staggered to get up...