"Then call them over, and I'll accompany them one by one!" Yang Chen's eyes kept widening, and the blade of the Xuanyun Sword in his hand was already leaning against Ximen Ying's neck.

"Stop!" At this time, Yang Chen's voice came from Ximen Feng's voice, and when he turned his head, he saw that the other party had already staggered to his feet, with that crazy smile on his face.

Yang Chen sneered, and a bundle of divine locks rushed out of the Xuanyun Sword, completely binding Ximen Ying's body and throwing it aside.

"Come on!" Ximen Feng didn't care about the wounds on his body, and he didn't care about the blood flowing out, and he carried his long stick towards Yang Chen.

Looking at the rushing Ximen Feng, Yang Chen just raised the Xuanyun Sword in his hand and thrust it into the ground, one after another the bundle locks sprinted out frantically towards the Ximen wind, and the chains were inserted in the place where the Ximen Feng stood in front of them, although the bundle of gods was very strong, it was not as fast as the Ximen wind.

"Heh, that's it, the strength of the big disciple. Ximen Feng raised his head slightly, jumped up, and the long stick in his hand quickly waved, as if he was performing a stick technique.

It was just a blink of an eye, and many stick shadows appeared in front of Yang Chen, smashing down on his head.

Yang Chen gritted his teeth, his shoulders shook slightly, and he pulled out the Xuanyun Sword that was inserted on the ground, and cast the Cloud Sword Technique towards those stick shadows.

One move and one style were unleashed from Yang Chen's hand, blocking all the stick shadows, and then all the fog and thunder drilled into the Xuanyun Sword, and a sword stabbed out, pointing straight at the rushing Ximen Feng

"Hahaha-" was accompanied by Simon's maniacal laughter, and what seemed to be a flurry of sticks.

Yang Chen just looked at the voice of Ximen Feng, took a big breath, turned around and hit a mountain and sea palm, after the Xuanyun Sword, a wave of mountains and seas directly hit Ximen Feng like a wave rising and falling.

"Eat me with a stick!" Looking at the oncoming trend, Ximen Feng didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, but instead waved the long stick in his hand and hit Yang Chen's Xuanyun Sword fiercely.

The two spiritual weapons collided with a vast spiritual power, and instantly collided with an incomparably powerful momentum, but then Yang Chen's overwhelming momentum rushed towards the West Gate Wind.

This time, Ximen Feng couldn't stop it, and was directly knocked to the ground by the power of this palm, coughing up blood.

After glancing at Ximen Feng, Yang Chen turned around and prepared to leave, although he said that, but now he really didn't want to entangle with the disciples of Qifeng, Bi Wuzhi didn't know what was going on now? Yang Chen rubbed his temples with a little headache.

But at this time, a strong wind came from behind him, and Yang Chen, who was already hovering on the edge of anger, was completely angered.

Turning around with a sword, this time Ximen Feng was cut off by a sword, and quickly retreated, looking at Yang Chen with slightly trembling eyes.

Yang Chen gritted his teeth and slowly walked towards Ximen Feng, the long sword in his hand looked very strange with the fog and thunder.

"Is this your true strength? Ximen Feng said in surprise with a slightly trembling voice, although he was instinctively scared, he was still a little excited in his heart.

Today's battle can be said to be difficult to provoke Yang Chen, you must know that Yang Chen's heart can be described as one in ten thousand.

The people who can provoke him can be said to be very few in the entire Shenwu Cultivation Sect, and most of them make Yang Chen in the mood of playing.

Even in the end, it was just serious, and it was the first time that my mind was consumed by anger.

"You're over!" Yang Chen slowly walked towards Ximen Feng with the Xuanyun Sword, and the killing intent seemed to be embodied in him, turning into a blood-red aura fluttering in the wind.

Even in the face of such a Yang Chen, Ximen Feng still had that arrogant smile on his face, and slowly walked towards Yang Chen with his only arm carrying his long stick, the crazy look on his face, as if he was a madman, forgot the pain.

Bang bang bang –

When the two of them were less than a dozen steps away, a terrifying aura wafted out from Ximen Feng's body, which was his lock vein.

Crazy is the main word of Crazy Peak, it is said that no matter what identity you have in Crazy Peak, strength is supreme, so that there are countless battles every day and every night in Crazy Peak, except for no one dying, everything else is happening.

The next moment, the Ximen Feng in front of Yang Chen disappeared impressively, but Yang Chen still had that plain appearance, an expected appearance.

Boom Boom –

Yang Chen didn't stand still and wait, but waved his big hand lightly to his side, and in an instant, thunderbolts occupied this area.

Soon, a figure revealed his body under the stimulation of the thunder, but his body was not suppressed by the thunder, but walked in the direction of Yang Chen step by step, looking very relaxed, as if he was not suppressed by the force.

"It seems that your lock vein is not ordinary, it can greatly improve your strength, it is estimated that your realm has improved by more than a small realm. Yang Chen said the guess in his heart and looked at Ximen Feng who was walking towards him opposite.

Ximen Feng just had his hideous and crazy smile on his face, and he didn't say a word, and walked slowly with the stick.

Yang Chen was sitting in place, his anger had gradually subsided, but the power brought up by that killing intent had not lost half a point.

As time passed, Yang Chen finally picked up the Xuanyun Sword and looked at Ximen Feng who had walked in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled, his other hand raised towards the sky, and his palm was clenched into a fist.

At this moment, countless thunderbolts began to shrink, and finally condensed into a golden thunder above Yang Chen's head, but it was much purer than the previous thunder.

"Die!" Yang Chen's fist swung fiercely towards Ximen Feng's face, and the thunder condensed above his head instantly attached to Yang Chen's arm, and the powerful force made Yang Chen, who controlled the thunder, grinning his teeth, and his arm even smelled of burnt.

Ximen Feng naturally felt the horror of Yang Chen's punch, and took out his long stick as if he was ready and stuck it on the ground.

"As soon as the crazy stick comes out, who will fight!" Ximen Feng muttered words in his mouth, and after speaking, he pulled up the long stick and poked it towards Yang Chen's arm.

Who is stronger in fists and spiritual weapons, if it is normal, it must be that spiritual weapons are superior, after all, no matter how good a person's physical body is, it is not as good as a high-grade spiritual weapon, even if Yang Chen has a body that can compete with a lower-grade spiritual weapon, but it is only a low-grade product, and there is a distance between heaven and earth with the upper grade.

When the fist and the long stick collided together, a wave of violent impact, Yang Chen's body took two steps back, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

As for his arm, at least now it is useless, there is no way to use it, the arm has been purple-red all over, and there are countless wounds.

However, Yang Chen did not show the slightest bit of decadence, after all, his original purpose had been achieved.

Now Ximen Feng retreated step by step, and even the long stick in his hand fell to the ground, his body continued to twitch, and he foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Yang Chen smiled at the corner of his mouth, how can the heavenly thunder be so easy to bear, now the heavenly thunder lock mark in his body has been almost consumed, only by gathering all the thunder, can he have a trace of the power of the heavenly thunder that he crossed the tribulation at the beginning, but it is enough for Ximen Feng to drink a pot.

But before Yang Chen could laugh, his face quickly changed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the aura on his body was extremely sluggish.

Just when Yang Chen felt that he was about to fall to the ground, a pair of hands held him, and he raised his head slightly to look at the face.

"Elder Huo, I'm your enemy, are you trying to help me?" Yang Chen said with a smile that was even uglier than crying at the corner of his mouth.

"It's just to repay you for saving your life, and only this time. After saying that, Huo Chongtian carried Yang Chen on his shoulder, and his body quickly fled away, leaving only the blood-stained earth here, and many remnants and disciples whose mad peaks were knocked over to the ground.

After perceiving that Huo Chongtian had no malicious intent, Yang Chen's eyes blinked, and he was completely unconscious, this was the second time he fainted after coming to the Divine Martial Secret Realm.

The first time was because he was unfamiliar with the environment, he was seriously injured by the giant armored tiger and fainted, and at that time, he really didn't have the strength to compete with the giant armored tiger.

Yang Chen sat in the Divine Lock Pavilion, and after he woke up, he entered the Divine Lock Pavilion while recovering the essence and injuries in his body, while studying the Soul Evolution Technique, if he really wanted to say it, no matter how hard he tried now, he would not be able to break through to the Flying Spirit Realm in one breath.

He can easily deal with the disciples of the Open Pulse Realm, but which of the monks who have reached the Flying Spirit Realm is not a genius?

In addition, Yang Chen's previous injuries had not fully recovered, and now he has only recovered to the level of seventy-seven eighty-eight at most, and there is no way to reach the peak combat power.

Refining a medicinal power in his body that he didn't know where it came from, he recovered the injuries in his body as soon as possible, and during this time, Yang Chen finally comprehended a soul defense method from the soul derivation technique, and after looking at it carefully, Yang Chen showed a confident smile.

With this method of defense, as long as the soul power is not stronger than oneself, it will be difficult for one to break through one's soul, let alone affect oneself.

Then Yang Chen became familiar with the previous soul attack technique, and then he knew that its name was the Soul Breaking Spear, and the defense method he was cultivating now was also called the Soul Shield, one spear and one shield, which seemed to be extremely compatible.

After familiarizing himself with the soul shield, Yang Chen left the Divine Lock Pavilion, and the injuries on his body recovered to about fifty percent.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a fiery figure, with white hair and pale hair, sitting cross-legged in place, as if he was cultivating, and his breath was steady.

After glancing at the flames for a few moments, Yang Chen laughed, lifted the Xuanyun Sword on the side, carved a paragraph on the stone wall on the side, and then turned to leave.

Out of this cave, Yang Chen glanced around, stretched his waist, and there was a crackling sound on his body, at this time Yang Chen found that his realm had actually broken through invisibly, and he was only one step away from Dacheng.

But even if Yang Chen fights with all his might, he can only fight with the half-step Flying Spirit Realm, and if he encounters a monk from the Flying Spirit Realm, he basically has no possibility of defeating.

"Now it seems that this Divine Martial Secret Realm is not safe, go find Bi Wuzhi first, and by the way, find out if there is any elixir that can repair the injury. Yang Chen couldn't help but sigh and set the next plan.