"It's ridiculous that even you, a little warrior, dare to talk about the gods in vain. Wen Chuan shouted loudly, "Gods, high up, gods are omnipotent, they are the masters of heaven and earth, how can you understand as a little warrior." ”

When it comes to religious disputes, he will not back down even half a step.

"Hahahaha!" Yechen laughed loudly, "The god of the underworld is powerful, but it is the god of the underworld, as a believer, how pathetic it is, your strength comes from external forces, and even the foundation is not solid." In fact, it is useless to tell you this, and poor people like you do not understand the meaning of power at all. ”

"You. Damn, I'll show you my true power. Give me death. Wen Chuan roared, his right hand gripping the hilt of the sword behind his back.

With a "poof", the sword was unsheathed, and for a while, a sharp breath diffused from the sword, sweeping the heavens and the earth.

The pupils of countless masters subconsciously shrank, and they exclaimed, "Good sword." ”

This sharp sword has never been comprehended even by anyone who has seen the emperor's weapon.

This is a peerless weapon.

Wen Chuan held the sword in his hand, his self-confidence returned to his body again, and he looked at Yechen and said fiercely: "Yechen, survive from my hands." ”

Yechen shook his head and said lightly: "Do you want to use external forces again? You really don't deserve to be a martial artist, but it's okay, as my enemy, the more mentally retarded the better." ”

"You...... Look for death!" On Wen Chuan's long sword, a silver light flashed, and a sword was slashed at Yechen in the distance.

The silver sword qi detached from the sword body, and quickly turned into a silver arc sword light in the sky, slashing towards the night from afar, this huge edge seemed to crush the void.

Yechen didn't see any drastic movements, but only drew a circle in the void.

The deep huáng sè's wheel void took shape in the sky, blocking the front of the sword qi.

This time, the Void Wheel was finally shattered by Wen Chuan.

But in the same way, the sword qi also disappeared under the resistance of the Void Wheel.

Wen Chuan's figure approached Yechen like a teleportation, and a sword slashed down in front of Yechen, he didn't believe that Yechen's martial arts could block his sword qi, and could he still block his sword?

"Yechen, will you try to block my sword again?" Wen Chuan gritted his teeth and said viciously.

Yechen smiled coldly, his eyes full of contempt, and this contempt in Wen Chuan's eyes made him even more angry.

The sword slashed at Yechen's forehead.

Yechen really didn't dare to use the Void Wheel to shake the sword, and a sword also appeared in his hand, and a deep huáng sè light appeared on the sword.

"Dang!" the magic sword collided with the sword, making a violent metal crash.

"Your sword is not broken!" Wen Chuan stared at Yechen's magic sword tightly and said in a deep voice.

Yechen smiled coldly: "You talk a lot of nonsense. ”

Although the level of the current magic sword is far inferior to Wenchuan's sword, the power of Yechen's reincarnation makes up for the lack of strength. Moreover, Yechen's realm is equivalent to a fourth-order martial saint, even if Wen Chuan's true realm has been promoted to a martial saint, it is only equivalent to a third-order martial saint, which is a blessing for him to cultivate high-level exercises.

The Martial Saint Realm, every time it is raised, it has a huge change, let alone the early and middle stages.

"No, my strength is equivalent to the third order of the Martial Saint, how did you block it. Wen Chuan has already asked this question a second time.

Yechen smiled coldly, the fool told the enemy his secret, and it was the magic sword in Yechen's hand that answered Wen Chuan.

"Dangdang!" the swords of the two collided in the void, and there were three crashing sounds.

After three moves, Yechen's magic sword smashed Wen Chuan's sword, Wen Chuan put the sword in front of him, and was smashed out by Yechen fiercely.

This time, Yechen didn't wait for Wen Chuan to step forward again, so he took the initiative to attack.

As soon as Wen Chuan stood firm in the air, Yechen flew in front of him, and the magic sword slashed out at Wen Chuan.

Wen Chuan held the sword in both hands to resist the front, and the silver light on his body burst out, exerting all his strength to resist Yechen's sword.

The sword light flowed, leaving a stunning sword in the sky, and Yechen changed to a thorn, piercing Wen Chuan's heart.

Wen Chuan looked at Yechen's sword tip facing him, and it quickly grew bigger in his eyes, and what was even more terrifying was that this sword seemed to be piercing his heart, and it seemed to be stabbing at other places, which seemed erratic, making him unable to defend.

"This sword technique!" Wen Chuan was shocked, and the sword in his hand slashed forward quickly, using the edge of the sword to resist Yechen's sword technique.

The two swords collided twice in the void, Wen Chuan's arm was numb by the huge force of the shock, and the power of the martial saint did not bring Wen Chuan a sense of security, but made him more and more frightened by Yechen.

As a person concerned, Wen Chuan can most intuitively understand Yechen's strength and terrifyingness, Yechen's strength is stronger than him, and even the strength of his physical body far surpasses him, making him feel very powerless under Yechen's sword.

Even, Yechen's sword brought him a fatal crisis.

The sword light flashed away in an instant, and Wen Chuan finally did not block Yechen's sword, and the sword did not pierce Wen Chuan's heart, but pierced into the right hand holding the sword.

"Ahh

Wen Chuan's body was out of control in an instant.

Yechen's magic sword turned, cutting off Wen Chuan's wrist entirely.

"No!" Wen Chuan saw that he was out of his wrist, his pupils suddenly widened, and his eyes were even more round, looking at his wrist flying in the sky with deep horror.

There is his favorite sword and his own storage ring, which is equivalent to his own net worth.

Yechen didn't have time to pay attention to Wen Chuan, with the detachment of his wrist, at this moment, five figures flew towards Yechen, this martial arts figure was a martial saint, they coveted Wen Chuan's sword, and flew over to snatch it.

"Hmph, what dare to force me, so bold. Yechen snorted coldly, grabbed Wen Chuan's bloody wrist with his left hand, and then held Wen Chuan's sword in his hand and swept it fiercely in all directions.

"The Son is getting away. One of the martial saints flew from Wenchuan's treasure ship and shouted at Wenchuan.

The five Martial Saints wielded their respective weapons, including swords, spears, and broadswords.

"Boom!" At this moment, the power on Yechen's body exploded in an all-round way, and it was worthy of a sword that surpassed the emperor level, and the power of this sword was far greater than before.

Everyone stared at this scene closely, for fear of missing any detail, for everyone at the moment, this is a rare scene to see in a lifetime.

The people of Jiangyin City all raised their hearts at this moment......