When he was knocked away by Yechen, Wen Chuan's face was full of incredible expressions, and he couldn't imagine that with his fifty percent strength, he couldn't block Yechen's attack.

And the next moment, Wen Chuan was completely furious, even if Wen Qing was killed, he was not so angry.

Yechen actually cut off his connection with the Xuanling Ice Corpse, and the next moment, the corpse ring in Yechen's hand lit up, and a zombie appeared and flew into the sky to catch the Xuanling Ice Corpse.

"Damn, I'm going to tear you to pieces. I'm going to kill your whole family. Wen Chuan let out a terrible roar, his whole body trembled with anger, his face was flushed, and he almost fell into madness.

Anger rage......

Wen Chuan hurriedly drove his strength to stand firm in the void for the first time, and then turned into a streamer and flew towards Lan Wen.

Xuanling Ice Corpse, this is the lifeblood of his Wenchuan, and there must be no loss, not to mention, the person in front of him is still the night he hates.

At this moment, the flying boat appeared at Wen Chuan's feet, raising the speed to the extreme.

A black sword light slashed from the side, Wen Chuan held the sword in one hand to resist, and suddenly, the alarm rose again, and his intuition told him that this sword was very dangerous.

Wen Chuan turned around suddenly, and used his body to avoid it, but he still slowed down, and Wen Chuan's right face left a small blood mark.

If it weren't for the fact that the flying boat was fast enough to widen the distance between it and Yechen, the sword just now would have been enough to cut off Wen Chuan's entire head.

"Night, Chen, get out of here!" In the sky, Lan Wen had already approached the Xuanling Ice Corpse, controlled her in her hands, and used a rope magic weapon to sturdy it, this scene was seen by Wen Chuan, which made him extremely anxious.

"Break through the air, give me death!" A venerable martial art was displayed by Wen Chuan, turning into a huge sword shadow and sweeping towards Yechen, facing an opponent whose strength was weaker than himself, the crushing of martial arts was a good way to defeat the opponent.

"Hehe! Void Wheel!" Yechen's left hand drew a circle in front of him, and a silver light surged in the palm of his hand, and then condensed into a huge wheel, blocking Wen Chuan's face.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the huge anti-shock force, the sword in Wenchuan's hand was almost unstable, and then he looked at the martial arts in front of him with a look of disbelief.

He had seen Yechen's move, but he didn't have such power at all.

"Break it for me!" Wen Chuan, who did not believe in evil, continued to pour the power of death into the long sword, and slashed out again towards the front.

The corners of Yechen's mouth smiled evilly, and a silver sword seemed to flash in his mind, and then the sword was held by someone's hand.

The next moment, Yechen's sword momentum suddenly changed, and a brilliant silver light bloomed in front of Wen Chuan.

This sword light reflected the faces of the two of them flashing one after another, Yechen's face was calm, and Wen Chuan suddenly became extremely frightened.

This sword looked ordinary, but it brought a deadly threat to Wen Chuan.

In the final analysis, Yechen's swordsmanship still can't be as silent as a half-skeleton, as if it blends into the heavens and the earth, and the performance at this moment is more amazing and murderous.

If it is still a half-skeleton to perform, it will not make people see anything at all, and it will kill people under the sword without the breath of fireworks.

The silver sword light shattered Wen Chuan's layers of sword shadows, and then opened a long opening in his lower abdomen.

Wen Chuan stepped on the flying boat and flew backwards, Yechen suddenly chased after him, although the speed was still not as fast as the flying boat, the sword in his hand continued to slash out, turning into a series of swords.

Then, Yechen's entire body glowed with silver, as if it were made of mercury.

Martial arts, shadow clones.

Countless silver figures holding long swords raged in front like a raging storm, slashing out towards Wen Chuan's upside-down figure.

"No, Yechen, this can't be!" Wen Chuan roared angrily, he hadn't seen him for a few days, Yechen's strength had skyrocketed, and he could compete with him head-on, you must know that the first few times, he still pressed Yechen to fight, showing a crushing posture in terms of strength.

It's like a beggar who squatted at his door and was looked down upon by him, and suddenly one day returned with glory and a higher status than himself, such a contrast was very unbearable.

The current Wenchuan anger and resentment are intertwined, and finally turned into one word: kill!

Only by killing Yechen, dismantling him in eight pieces, and abusing his corpse can Wen Chuan's anger be extinguished.

Facing the silver phantom that slashed over like a storm in the night, Wen Chuan turned out a leg bone from the storage ring, holding the leg bone with both hands, and a transparent silver light mask appeared, enveloping Wen Chuan's whole body.

The silver light and shadow of the night stood on the transparent light mask, and the seemingly thin light mask withstood the ravages of the silver light and shadow of the night star.

In the light, Wen Chuan smiled and said: "Yechen, you are like a native of the countryside, my magic weapon and insight are not something you can understand." ”

Yechen flew forward, and the magic sword in his hand once again bloomed with a silver light, and the nameless sword technique was used again.

"Break!", the silver mask shattered.

Wen Chuan hurriedly retreated on the flying boat, gasping for breath in the void, and the shattering of the light mask seemed to consume a lot of his strength.

"What kind of swordsmanship are you?" Wen Chuan roared.

Yechen sneered: "Didn't you say that you have a wide range of knowledge, and there are even swordsmanship that you don't know?"

The fluttering words made Wen Chuan's face red, as if he had been slapped firmly by Yechen.

Wen Chuan glanced up at the Xuanling Ice Corpse in the sky that was tied up by five flowers, this was his lifeline, and he didn't care about anything anymore, his right hand flipped over, and a sheathed sword appeared in his hand.

Yechen sneered: "This sword is out of the sheath, aren't you afraid of attracting the prying eyes of Emperor Wu?"

Wen Chuan held the hilt of the sword in his hand and said coldly: "One last chance with you, return my things to me, and I will let you go." ”

"Hehe! naïve!" Yechen said lightly, "Today, I will kill you." ”

Wen Chuan's brows furrowed, and the next moment, the sword was unsheathed.

The fierce murderous aura swept across the heavens and the earth, as if a peerless beast was waking up, exuding monstrous coercion.

Holding this sword in his hand, Wen Chuan's confidence increased greatly, and the whole person seemed to be an unsheathed sword, with a fierce murderous aura, and then, the sword slashed out in the direction of Yechen.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, carrying the power of shattering the sky, as if the entire space was trembling.

"Hehe, fool with the help of external forces, now I let you know that without this sword, you are nothing!" As Yechen spoke, a blue light flashed in his right hand holding the magic sword, and then a blue flame soared, and the next moment, Yechen's entire black ** sword was burning with blue cold ghost fire.

The cold power of Yin was spreading, and from a distance, Wen Chuan felt a chill to his bones, as if this chill could freeze people's souls.

(End of chapter)