Bang Bang Bang –

The black and white figures were entangled, and the fierce attacks poured out towards each other like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

Ling Yichen's fist smashed into the white-robed Ling Yichen's head like a roaring beast.

White-robed Ling Yichen's eyes froze, his neck slammed to the side, dodging Ling Yichen's fist, but Ling Yichen's fist was smashed down, although it failed to hit his head, it was like a heavy hammer slammed into the white-robed Ling Yichen's shoulder, and suddenly there was a clattering sound of broken bones.

But at the same time, the white-robed Ling Yichen's leg kicked violently, and a huge force also exploded in Ling Yichen's abdomen, blasting him all upside down.

"Shhh

This is because his body is relatively strong, if he changes to Xuanzun who does not practice his body to take this kick, I am afraid that even the internal organs will be directly kicked and exploded.

And the white-robed Ling Yichen was not very optimistic at this time, his entire shoulder seemed to have been smashed by Ling Yichen's punch, he leaned over, and stood up with some difficulty.

The white-robed Ling Yichen suddenly shrugged his shoulders and made a tooth-aching clicking sound, and then he straightened his waist again, reached out and gently patted his shoulder a few times, as if patting away the non-existent dust, his tall and free figure, he couldn't see the slightest injury at all.

Ling Yichen looked at the white-robed Ling Yichen and returned to his original state, wearing a white robe without wind, indescribably free and chic, as if he was a good son of the world.

Ling Yichen's eyes sank slightly, it was only a few breaths, and his own state had already recovered.

The two of them have fought until now, Ling Yichen was able to suppress the white-robed Ling Yichen with the advantage of divine thunder at the beginning, but as time passed, the white-robed Ling Yichen's almost invincible terrifying recovery ability was constantly narrowing the gap between each other while consuming Ling Yichen.

Although Ling Yichen also had a super recovery ability, he also needed to rely on the chaotic vitality of the Yundao Golden Lotus to do so, and in the case of one or the other, Ling Yichen always had a moment when he couldn't hold on.

"This thing is actually resurrected with full blood, and if it goes on like this, it's endless. Ling Yichen's face was a little gloomy, his bright eyes were shining, and he was constantly thinking about the key to breaking the game.

Phew-

A rapid sound of breaking wind approached again, Ling Yichen didn't even think about it, he went straight to the sky with all his strength, turning into a cyan thunder shadow and swept backwards.

Thirty-six plans, go for the top plan!

The white-robed Ling Yichen snorted coldly, and with the strange footwork that was exactly the same as Ling Yichen's, he chased after him.

The speed of the white-robed Ling Yichen seemed to be slightly superior, and after a while, he had already greatly narrowed the distance between them.

The cold and ruthless eyes lightly swept Ling Yichen's back, and the white-robed Ling Yichen condensed his own Xuan Qi under his feet, and the speed that was originally as fast as lightning increased again, and in the blink of an eye, he had already appeared behind Ling Yichen.

He slowly stretched out a white and slender palm, which was surrounded by vast Xuan Qi fluctuations and cold killing intent and slammed it towards Ling Yichen's vest.

Ling Yichen seemed to be unaware, and rushed forward without looking back, but no matter how hard he tried, that slender palm kept approaching like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Just as the palm of the white-robed Ling Yichen's hand was about to land on Ling Yichen's vest, the latter suddenly turned around, his eyes red, as if a fierce beast had been cornered and lost its mind and fought back to death.

The four fingers of his right hand were stretched out, and his thumb was curled up into the palm of his hand, and the palm of his hand turned into a knife, slashing at the neck of the white-robed Ling Yichen with a bitter strong wind.

There seemed to be a slight and invisible subtle fluctuation in the depths of Ling Yichen's eyes, but he seemed to be very confident in his physical defense, ignoring Ling Yichen's hand blade attack, the force in his hand was even more aggravated, and he slapped straight towards Ling Yichen's heart, in order to kill him with one blow.

"Bang!!"

The palm of the white-robed Ling Yichen's hand was undoubtedly imprinted on Ling Yichen's heart, but his pupils shrank suddenly, and on Ling Yichen's body, at some point, there was already an armor with a dark red halo all over his body, and the two shoulder guards were each a hideous pitch-black dragon head, and his blood-red eyes seemed to exude bloodthirsty ferocity, which was terrifying.

When the white-robed Ling Yichen slapped his palm on Ling Yichen's heart, he felt that he had nowhere to be forced, as if his full strength had hit the air.

The white-robed Ling Yichen looked at Ling Yichen who was close to him in front of him, obviously he was good enough to see him, but he couldn't feel his presence, giving people the feeling that it was like a mirage.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, the white-robed Ling Yichen immediately made a decision, wanting to retreat, but Ling Yichen's palm also gently crossed his neck at this time.

"Poof—"

A skull flew out gracefully in a parabola, and the body that had lost its head stiffened in place, and red blood gushed out from the severed head, staining the spotless white robe, and the scene was terrifying.

Ling Yichen looked at the head rolling to the ground, the corners of his mouth twitched violently, he saw the different places of "himself" body, especially when he saw "himself" head rolling on the ground, I am afraid that no one can maintain his composure.

The talisman armor on his body had already turned into a little starlight and dispersed, Ling Yichen's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes looked around coldly.

Although the white-robed Ling Yichen was dead, no one could guarantee that he would be safe now, and even he didn't even know where the white-robed Ling Yichen came from, who could be sure that there wouldn't be another one?

Everything must be prepared for the worst in advance, this is a sentence that Shangguan Yunque has asked him to keep in mind since he was a child.

The white-robed Ling Yichen's body and the head that had rolled to the ground suddenly lit up, emitting a little bit of light and floating upward, and finally disappeared, as if they all turned into points of light and melted into the air.

Click-

A subtle sound sounded, and Ling Yichen had already paid full attention to his surroundings, so although this subtle sound was faint, it was still caught by him for the first time.

A bad thought suddenly came out of his heart, he suddenly got up and jumped, the moment he jumped up, the white space under his feet suddenly shattered into pieces, revealing an abyss as black as ink, as if he was waiting for Ling Yichen with his big mouth open to throw himself into the net.

Before Ling Yichen could recover from the shock, a huge force suddenly came from his back, as if an invisible big hand was slapping him fiercely, treating him as a shuttlecock, smashing him into the bottomless abyss.

"Ahh

(To be continued)