Chapter 35: The Battle of the First Emperor (3)

Suddenly, a powerful energy fluctuation enveloped the vast space within a radius of thousands of miles. Chen Yifei closed his huge eyes and condensed his spiritual power, probing the atomic structure of every substance in the space within a thousand miles, looking for the slightest trace of Wang Cheng.

It was only for a moment that he slowly opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he was relieved. He looked down at the river of molten rocks in the deepest part of the canyon. Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he stretched out a palm full of sharp nails, and opened his fingers wide open to the five fingers of the molten rock. The power of the spirit poured into the molten rock like a tidal wave, and it didn't take long. Chen Yifei only felt a sharp pain in his head, and instantly retracted his mental power.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", countless sounds of breaking the sky were heard in an instant, and a large number of molten rock balls the size of a millstone flew out from the molten rock river. Striking at Chen Yifei, he didn't care about the pain of his mental power, he raised his long sword and two sickle arms and slashed at the molten rock balls that attacked, and after a burst of random chopping, those molten rock balls were cut clean by Chen Yifei.

Chen Yifei's face was gloomy and extremely ugly, and when he looked at the river of molten rock again, the molten rock was as calm as ever, but it was too calm, and the molten magma that was supposed to be boiling actually stopped, making people feel as if the magma was about to cool down.

"Wang Cheng!" Chen Yifei muttered to himself in shock, he couldn't think of anyone else except Wang Cheng. I suddenly felt an inexplicable horror in my heart, and I subconsciously became vigilant.

It was just a breath of effort, and the molten rock changed again. Without warning, a huge vortex of molten rock spun rapidly, and in a short time a pillar of molten rock that was a kilometer square spun from the vortex, and the longer and higher this pillar grew, it was already a kilometer in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yifei didn't think about it, he immediately raised his long sword and slashed it in the air, and suddenly a wave of qi was cut out. When the wave of qi was about to slash towards the pillar of molten rock, the space stirred, and a wall of energy appeared out of thin air in front of the slashed qi wave. I only heard a sharp and loud sound of the "bell", as if the wave of air had slashed on an ancient bell.

After blocking Chen Yifei's blow, the Molten Rock Pillar had quickly grown out of the canyon and turned into an Optimus Pillar-like Being. It exuded a powerful and abnormal terrifying aura, and even Chen Yifei, who was in the First Emperor Body, was almost out of breath with this aura.

"You think you can defeat me, Chen Yifei, you are too weak, you are not even as good as an ant in front of me! I am the unique first emperor and the only king! Wang Chenglang's ridiculous voice sounded in the void, but Wang Cheng himself was nowhere to be seen.

"As long as I'm here, you'll never be unique!" Chen Yifei replied coldly, and at the same time, the spiritual power wrapped around the sword body of the long sword, and there was a ripple like water waves on the long sword, and the spiritual power covered the entire sword body. Raising his sword, he slashed at the Molten Pillar again, and a blade of light containing powerful spiritual power was slashed out of thin air, and this blade of light glittered like an entity.

The blade of light screeched at the wall of energy with a screeching sound that tore through the wall of energy, slashing solidly at the pillar of molten rock.

There was a loud "boom", and the Molten Rock Pillar suddenly shattered like a block of ice. An energy shield that emitted golden light firmly blocked the light blade that Chen Yifei had slashed out.

In the light mask, Wang Cheng, who only had half of his body left, stood firmly in the light mask, and a faint energy fluctuation emanated from under his feet held Wang Cheng in mid-air. He bared four hideous fangs, as if laughing. Half of his chest straightened, and the golden energy shield shone brightly, and the light blade outside the energy shield bounced violently and flew away, hitting the ground, and for a moment the smoke and dust rolled, and an extremely deep ravine was cut out by the light blade that bounced out.

Wang Cheng in the energy shield, the remaining half of his body was also scarred, and there were three huge wounds on his bright red body, as if his body had been cut in half.

But a shocking scene appeared, only to see that the wounds on the half of the body stretched out one by one like tentacles, and the flesh buds quickly stretched out as soon as they appeared, but in a few seconds, the half of Wang Cheng's disappeared body was perfectly restored to normal. The other three wounds on the other half of his body healed at the same time.

Seeing this, Chen Yifei snorted coldly, raised his long sword with a movement of his body, and slashed at Wang Cheng again. The long sword slashed at the light mask in front of Wang Cheng with a sharp sound of breaking through the sky, and the light mask suddenly cracked like glass. Wang Cheng raised his wings and grabbed the long sword that Chen Yifei had slashed down. With a "bell", the long sword slashed firmly on the sharp edge of Wang Cheng's fleshy wings, making a loud noise.

The two sickle arms under Wang Cheng's ribs unexpectedly stabbed Chen Yifei in the abdomen, Chen Yifei was not a fool, how could he let Wang Cheng be so successful. His pair of scythe hands also met the scythe that Wang Cheng stabbed, and several metal collisions sounded.

Chen Yifei drew his long sword, mixed with sparks, and stretched out from Wang Cheng's wings. The body turned around lightly in the air, and slashed at Wang Cheng again. One of Wang Cheng's scythes directly met the slashing long sword, and the moment the long sword hit the scythe's hand, Wang Cheng grabbed it with his backhand, grabbing the long sword to death, and at the same time, the other scythe hand also held the long sword like lightning. The golden light flashed on the surface of the two sickle hands, and the sound of metal breaking came out with a "click", and Chen Yifei's long sword was broken several times by Wang Cheng's bare hands.

Although these are slow, they are only a moment of lightning. Wang Cheng grabbed the longest broken sword blade and stabbed Chen Yifei reflexively. In fact, Wang Cheng didn't have to use the broken blade so troublesomely, but Wang Chengcheng wanted Chen Yifei to taste the taste of being injured by the sword he forged with his own hands. Chen Yifei didn't dodge or dodge, and directly stabbed Wang Cheng with a sickle, which was actually the idea of losing both with him.

At this time, Wang Cheng wanted to hide, but it was too late, the broken blade stabbed into Chen Yifei's left shoulder, and the inner armor worn on his body failed to block the broken blade. Chen Yifei's sickle hand stabbed Wang Cheng's lower abdomen. Chen Yifei only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the inner armor was poked open with five big holes, only to see Wang Cheng's sickle hand inserted into Chen Yifei's chest when he was unprepared, the inner armor was tough, and it couldn't stop the first emperor's full force.

The scythe hand that stabbed into Chen Yifei's chest turned violently, and he had the intention of stirring Chen Yifei's chest to pieces. Chen Yifei is not stupid, the sickle hand that stabbed into Wang Cheng's abdomen hooked, and actually cut off several intestines in Wang Cheng's abdominal cavity, Wang Cheng felt a heart-rending severe pain, violently lifted Chen Yifei, and threw it into the distance, a rain of blood was sprinkled in the sky, and the breeze blew, exuding bursts of bloody gas.

As soon as the spiritual power condensed, a piece of energy fluctuated where Chen Yifei's body fell, Chen Yifei fell on it and rolled on it, and then stood still. He looked down at the wound on his chest, which was thin and bloody. The wound was only a short time later, and then it healed rapidly, and it was as if it had never been injured. It seems to be a scar that is extremely fatal to ordinary people, but it is so insignificant to the First Emperor.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" The sound of breaking through the air came out, and as soon as the five blood holes in Wang Cheng's abdomen recovered, his body rushed towards Chen Yifei in a blur, and he fought with him again. Suddenly, there was a screaming sound of metal colliding, and countless sounds of breaking the air suddenly appeared, and waves of air struck the ground below, leaving huge grooves. The entire space was distorted and deformed everywhere by the battle, and from time to time a violent hurricane blew out of thin air, and the heavens and the earth were discolored.

They don't know how long they fought, they don't know how long they fought, and the first emperors seemed to be tired, as if they were tired. No matter how much blood is shed or how deep the scars are, they can be perfectly recovered in an instant. No matter how much they hurt each other, how badly they hurt each other, they can't kill their opponents. Because they also have almost immortal bodies, they will never die from the damage of their bodies.

With a "bang", Wang Cheng grabbed Chen Yifei's waist and shoulders, and slammed it to the ground, and a deep ravine was smashed out