After Qi Gao left, Chen Mengyuan and Yang Huacheng confronted each other.

"This formation is also effective for you, right?" Chen Mengyuan asked.

"Knowingly asked." Yang Huacheng snorted coldly and said.

"Is it worth it? In order to seal my thunder and lightning, even my own flames were sealed. ”

"Of course it's worth it."

"Here, the heart eye has been blocked, and the heart eye can't perceive the situation here, if you want to save Liu Haitao, I have to walk in, and melee combat, isn't it your strength? Your flames are much more useful in melee combat than my thunderbolts. Chen Mengyuan said.

“…… Without thunder and lightning, you are the least threatened. Yang Huacheng said calmly.

"My fangs are more than just thunder and lightning."

As soon as the words fell, two figures flashed staggeredly.

The piercing sound, the fierce sparks, as if time and space were distorted, and the bodies of the two people turned into more than ten meters long like long snakes - it was an afterimage caused by the speed of the two of them.

Entangled, broken, paused.

On the ground, on the wall, on the ceiling, the afterimages of the two twisted together like long snakes.

The wind of nearly 100 mph spread out around the two of them, hitting the old ground, walls, and windows.

Clouds of dust rose from the ground, rubble fell from the walls, and the windows that had been shattered were completely finished.

The gun passed by Chen Mengyuan all the time, every moment, Chen Mengyuan was on the verge of death, but Chen Mengyuan was not afraid, never flinched, and his lake-like calm eyes were constantly looking for Yang Huacheng's flaws.

Yang Huacheng roared angrily, and scars of different depths continued to increase on his body, and as the battle heated up, the gap between the skills and moods of the two sides gradually appeared.

Chen Mengyuan's sword, like the wind and willow, is erratic and ubiquitous.

Yang Huacheng's gun is like fire and tide, domineering, and full of stamina.

This is the battle between the wind and the fire, this is the collision of the waves and the boulder, there can be no pause for a moment, there can be no distraction, the two of them don't even have time to breathe.

Staggered, overlapped, separated, landed.

Two resolute figures stood like Mount Tai.

The sound of blood erupting -

On Yang Huacheng's body, nearly ten wounds spurted blood out, like a fountain of blood.

But he laughed, laughing arrogantly.

"I won."

With a confident tone, Yang Huacheng announced.

The "Bang Chang" Demon Sealing Sword fell to the ground, and Chen Mengyuan's body fell to the ground with a bang.

"It's only been a minute, but it's like fighting for three days and three nights, both physically and mentally close to the limit, and it's obvious that your limit is much lower than mine." Yang Huacheng looked at Chen Mengyuan and said with emotion.

“…… Our battle is not over. Chen Mengyuan, who was lying on the ground, said.

"It's great that the Chosen One sealed your thunderbolt at the beginning." Yang Huacheng said happily, "You actually still have a lot of strength, right?" But in order to speed up the speed of a point of recovery, he was willing to fall to the ground so embarrassed. ”

"It's a fight, not a draft." Chen Mengyuan replied coldly.

Yang Huacheng dragged the spear and approached Chen Mengyuan slowly, step by step, although Chen Mengyuan had fallen to the ground, he didn't dare to be careless, you know, failure is often at the moment of success.

Chen Mengyuan got up, sat down against the wall, and looked directly at Yang Huacheng.

"How do you think I can get this victory?" Chen Mengyuan asked softly.

"Enchantment?" Yang Huacheng said disdainfully.

"Your strength is stronger than mine now, and this is your home field again, using the enchantment is a pure waste of energy." Chen Mengyuan shook his head and denied Yang Huacheng's statement.

"Then if you don't have the ability to hide, I'll win this battle."

At this time, the distance between Yang Huacheng and Chen Mengyuan was less than two meters, Chen Mengyuan was already within his attack range, only a little close, as long as he took a step forward, he would also enter Chen Mengyuan's attack range.

Crossing the line, the spear was raised slightly like a frightened viper, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

"I don't have the ability to hide that you don't know, after all, Shi Disciple may understand me better than myself, and you used to be his most trusted subordinate, didn't you?" Regarding Yang Huacheng's approach, Chen Mengyuan did not make any moves, and even his momentum did not change.

However, Yang Huacheng was more vigilant in his heart.

Will she just give up? Absolutely not, she is Chen Mengyuan, the owner of Nanyuan City, known as the existence of a princess. Her strength may not be strong, but her heart is definitely much stronger than anyone else.

Chen Mengyuan put her left hand on the Demon Sealing Sword and gently stroked the sword body, her blood remaining on the sword.

"I don't have hidden abilities that you don't know, but my current ability to deal with you is enough." Chen Mengyuan said softly, she didn't look at Yang Huacheng, but at the Sealed Demon Sword, her eyes were full of infinite affection.

"You-" Yang Huacheng seemed to think of something, and looked at Chen Mengyuan in surprise.

"You haven't seen my true strength yet." Chen Mengyuan continued.

The red poisonous snake suddenly appeared in front of Chen Mengyuan, and the fangs that were revealed aimed at Chen Mengyuan's head.

Chen Mengyuan smiled contemptuously and gently spit out the three words that were hidden deep in her heart.

"Seal-Demon-Sword!"

The dazzling light spread out from the body of the sword, and the huge force blocked Yang Huacheng's spear and hit Yang Huacheng's body, Yang Huacheng's body flew out like a cannonball and fell to the ground fiercely.

Chen Mengyuan's body staggered to stand up, but no one despised Chen Mengyuan at this time, because her body exuded - as if she had lived for tens of thousands of years.

"Real name liberation!"

Yang Huacheng looked at Chen Mengyuan's figure and said in a hoarse voice.

True Name Liberation, is an extremely contradictory skill, however, its strength is unquestionable.

It's just-

The weak flock to it, and the strong despise it.

The worshippers of the gods, with the inheritance of memory, can get the combat experience and skills accumulated by his artifact from ancient times to the present, and the amount of experience and skills is so much that as a person, it is absolutely impossible to completely absorb and utilize, and what the worshippers usually touch is only the tip of the iceberg.

But there is also a way to use all the things obtained by the inheritance of memories for your own use, and that is - the liberation of the real name.

The usual state, for the god worshippers after the liberation of the real name, is like an ordinary person who can't even punch, although the strength of both sides is the same, but for the enemy who can't punch, will you still lose?

The strength of the person who has carried out the liberation of his real name and before he has not carried it out is earth-shattering, but this skill is shameful for many people.

Because, this is equivalent to having two personalities, one is a real personality and the other is an oracle personality. Usually, it is the memory of more than ten years of one's own body, and the memory of controlling the oracle for tens of thousands of years, but after the liberation of his real name, it has become the memory of the oracle for tens of thousands of years, dominating the memory of his own body.

Moreover, the memory of the liberation period of the real name afterwards is also very vague, without the slightest sense of reality, and it is like watching a movie about what happened.

For this kind of situation as if being possessed, no one will like it, some people will not be liberated with their real names even if they swear to death, and some of the remaining people will never use it until they are at the moment of life and death.

It can be said that the skill of real name liberation, except for the weak, is the kind of person with a weak heart, and no one will like it.

But like to like, strong to strong, these are two different things.

You must know that this skill is not something that ordinary people can learn, at least, those who know this skill can be called a strong existence - at least they have stepped into the threshold of the strong.

"What about the real name liberation? You're using it too late! Yang Huacheng recovered from shock, "True name liberation can't change your physical condition, with your current weak body, what can you do?" ”

"It's useless to say yes." Chen Mengyuan said calmly.

At this time, Chen Mengyuan, in addition to exuding a vicissitudes of life, his eyes were empty and empty, his face was expressionless, his body seemed to be out of touch, he swayed every time he moved, and his bones made a sound like fried beans.

Yang Huacheng gritted his teeth, picked up the gun and rushed towards Chen Mengyuan.

He didn't believe that with such a big difference between strength and physical condition, the so-called experience and skill could play any role.

The spear and the sword touched, and a faint force came along the body of the gun, and for a moment, Yang Huacheng actually felt that his gun was out of control.

The black light flashed, and Yang Huacheng clutched his throat and retreated.

Blood kept coming out of his throat, and if he were just an ordinary person, he would be dead.

looked at Chen Mengyuan incredulously, at this time Chen Mengyuan was no different from death in his eyes, demons kill people, although cruel, there is still a reason, as for death? It is purely for the sake of killing.

Yang Huacheng kept taking deep breaths, it was useless to be afraid and scared, he couldn't turn back.

Chen Mengyuan was just his first obstacle, and in the future, he would have to face stronger and more terrifying existences. If you can't even kill a single Chen Mengyuan, then what's the future?

If it drags on, it will only be beneficial to the other party, so we must keep attacking and not let Chen Mengyuan have a chance to breathe.

Fortunately, his weapon is longer than Chen Mengyuan's, his strength is far greater than Chen Mengyuan's, and his speed is far greater than Chen Mengyuan's, so it doesn't matter, as long as he is careful, he still has a chance to win.

Yang Huacheng took advantage of the length of this weapon, as well as his strength and speed, and constantly fought with Chen Mengyuan.

Every time the weapon came into contact, Yang Huacheng had the feeling that the spear was about to get out of control, and as time went by, this feeling became more and more serious, and even completely out of control a few times, leaving Chen Mengyuan with several deep scars on his body.

Moreover, Chen Mengyuan's steps and moves are extremely weird, it seems simple, he can do it, but it is simple but powerful, every time at the last moment, she dodges attacks, and often in incredible places, her sword suddenly appears.

Slowly, several figures of Chen Mengyuan appeared in front of him, and what was even more strange was that he felt that he himself had actually turned into two figures.

How can it be? How so? How can there be two of myself?

Chen Mengyuan hummed a tune of unknown meaning in his mouth, Yang Hua seemed to be drunk, his eyes were confused, and the dancing gun was gradually full of loopholes.

Chen Mengyuan's pace was stepping according to a certain law, and gradually, her pace coincided with Yang Huacheng's heartbeat.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Yang Huacheng's vision fell into darkness.

"What am I doing? Where is this? Yang Huacheng looked around in confusion.

The heavy and powerful voice, that was his heartbeat, the sounds around him were gone, Chen Mengyuan was gone, not even himself, in this world, there was only the sound of a heartbeat that kept accelerating.

"Knock knock ......knock

Faster and faster, as if something was about to rush out, and finally, everything was calm.

A hole appeared in Yang Huacheng's chest, and his heart exploded. He was holding a gun, half-squatting on the ground, his eyes were blank, and he didn't even know that Chen Mengyuan was already standing in front of him and raised his sword against his head.

The scorching heat was incomparable, and in this empty and empty world, Yang Huacheng felt the scorching pain.

The spear pierced through Chen Mengyuan's body, and with a flick, Chen Mengyuan flew out.

Chen Mengyuan landed gently, as if nothing had happened, and looked at the hole in her chest as if nothing had happened.

Yang Huacheng's eyes slowly recovered from being dazed.

He looked at the wriggling red lines that appeared on his right hand, covering his entire right hand, and his eyes were full of complicated looks.

"You saved my life again." Yang Huacheng stroked his right hand and said.

"It's your luck and my misfortune." Chen Mengyuan said.

"It's dangerous! It's almost that, but I didn't expect that there to be that kind of fighting. Yang Huacheng sighed, "It can be called magic." ”

"It's just a little trick with a little hypnosis and resonance, and it's not worth mentioning."

"But I almost lost because of it, and that's an indisputable fact."

"Next time, you'll not be so lucky."

"You don't have a next chance."

Yang Huacheng waved his hand vigorously, and he found that with the appearance of the red lines in his right hand, his strength had been further improved.