On Wuhe's body, the blood-colored light stained most of the sky, illuminating the sky like a sunset.

This red did not stay in the sky, but disappeared in the air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

With the burning qi and blood, the distance between the Wuhe River and the Feiling Boat was approaching.

Looking at the Feiling Boat and the Night on the Boat that were getting closer and closer, Wu He's face became more and more hideous and terrifying, and he said coldly with a gloomy face: "Boy, it will depend on where you run." ”

Yechen's face was neither happy nor sad, he sat motionless on the Feiling boat, and once again smashed twenty Origin Fruits into his mouth, putting most of his energy on refining Origin Fruits.

It wasn't until three black shadows flew in that Yechen opened his eyes, and the sword in his hand struck out, smashing the black shadow.

Then Yechen sank into cultivation again.

Time is passing, even if the speed of the Wu River increases, it still takes a certain amount of time to get closer to Yechen.

As the Origin Fruit continued to be swallowed into his mouth, the power fluctuations in Yechen's body became more and more intense.

"Boy, what's the use of breaking through, it's not tortured to death by this seat. Wuhe's voice rolled in, wanting to affect Yechen's attention and make it impossible for Yechen to concentrate on his cultivation.

Yechen's will is like steel, not moved at all, no matter how the other party influences, the exercises in Yechen's body are running wildly.

Unconsciously, after Yechen was promoted to the sixth rank of Wuzun, he swallowed another eight hundred Origin Fruits, and Wuhe was getting closer and closer, and he had already reached the range where he could make a move against Yechen.

"Boy, die!" Finally, Wuhe rushed to the front of Yechen's Flying Spirit Boat, only a kilometer away from Yechen.

For masters, a kilometer distance is no different from a close face-to-face approach.

"Hahaha, boy, this time, see how you escape. Wuhe laughed proudly, and after a hundred years of penance, he finally caught up with Yechen, and then the black stick was raised high again, and shouted, "Look how you block this move this time, Death Impact." ”

The huge stick phantom reappeared, slamming down on Yechen, encompassing the back of Yechen.

The distance was too close, and this time, even if Yechen could block some time, he couldn't escape the range of the iron rod.

"Boom!" Yechen's body, a breath suddenly swelled, and swept wildly in all directions, and Lian Qishan on the side looked envious.

Yechen actually broke through again, breaking through to the seventh order of Wuzun.

For others, it is very difficult to break through a small realm in the realm of Wuzun, and it takes a certain level of comprehension of strength to break through, so even if some masters have the origin fruit, the power perception has not yet arrived, and even if they have the origin fruit, they cannot break through.

But now, Yechen's perception of power seems to be as simple as eating and drinking, and this scene is too unreal in Lian Qishan's opinion.

"In the late stage of Wuzun, we have finally reached the late stage of Wuzun. Under the iron rod, Yechen didn't dare to sigh too much, and the sword in his hand suddenly struck, and a sword slashed into the sky again.

The dark yellow greatsword bloomed from Yechen's hand, and slammed into Wuhe's giant stick.

The forces of both sides collided, making a violent explosion, and the violent power overflowed in the sky, and the entire sky seemed to have entered the end of the world, even the dust floating in the air was shaken into nothingness.

"Boy, die!" At this moment, Wu He's facial expression became extremely hideous, and he opened his mouth and let out a violent roar.

"Boom!" the iron rod crushed the sword shadow cast by Yechen, and then smashed it down.

Now Yechen is confident that he has the ability to easily kill in the late stage of the Martial Saint. But in this encounter, Yechen still fell into the disadvantage.

The realm of Emperor Wu is too terrifying.

By Yechen's side, Lan Wen and the Death Ant suddenly rushed into the sky, using their bodies to block the powerful blow.

"Boom!" Lan Wen and the Death Ant were slapped down fiercely and smashed back into Yechen's Flying Spirit Treasure ship, Lan Wen even smashed directly on Yechen's body, and this huge force inertia smashed over the Flying Spirit Boat and smashed the ground below.

"Boom!" the earth shattered, and was smashed out of a huge sinkhole tens of meters deep, the bottom of the sinkhole and the surrounding ground cracked, and the cracks were as dense as spider webs.

In the deep pit, even if Song Yurou and the others were fully protected by Yechen, they also suffered heavy injuries at this moment, lying on the ground and vomiting blood.

The Flying Spirit Boat fell aside.

"Boy, I'm going to smash your body and drain your soul. The huge black stick reappeared in the sky, falling from above the head, flying wider and larger in the eyes of the crowd, and then taking up the entire field of vision.

"No!" Lian Qishan roared, letting out an unwilling wail, as if his spirit had collapsed.

"Childe!" Xiao Cui threw herself in front of Yechen, blocking the blow for Yechen.

Song Yurou glanced at Yechen nostalgically, her eyes full of tenderness.

This seemed to be a blow to the world, and the people under the huge stick seemed to have no hope of survival, including Yechen.

"Boom!" The huge iron rod smashed into the sinkhole very smoothly, smashing the earth around the sinkhole into a huge stick-shaped deep pit, forming a large lake.

The earth was littered with rubble and smoke, enveloping the sinkhole where Yechen was located.

"Finally, it's over. Above the smoke and dust, a black-clothed Wuhe slowly fell from the sky with his hands on his chest, stepping on the gravel to meet the smoke and dust and slowly walked towards the night, his feet on the ground, making a slight "da-da-da" sound.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the vision in front of the black gradually became clearer.

"Huh!" Wu He saw that Yechen was not smashed to pieces as he imagined, and even the people around him were still alive, and there was still joy on their faces for the rest of their lives.

Yechen sat on the ground with a sword in his right hand, and held Xiao Cui in his left hand, Xiao Cui closed her eyes, as if waiting for death.

Yechen's face was covered with dust.

"You, you actually survived!" Wu He said in a tone of disbelief.

Yechen raised his head, smiled at Wuhe, and said, "Thanks to you, I survived." ”

"Hahaha, it's better to survive. Although I don't know how you survived, but if you live, it will give me more means to torture you, boy, are you still going to run now?" Wuhe's face was full of smugness, and then his right hand grabbed Yechen Void, and Yechen's body flew up in the air, bending his back to meet Wuhe.

Yechen seemed to have lost the power to resist, and when he was about to approach the Wuhe, the sword in his hand suddenly slashed forward, and the silver sword light flashed in the void.

"Why, how could this be. Wu He suddenly stared at his palm, and the five fingers on it were cut off by Qi Qi, and exclaimed, "This is impossible, it is impossible for your strength to hurt this seat." ”

"No, not power. Yechen, who was floating in the air with his back bent, raised his head, showed a bright smile, and said softly, "It's a swordsmanship, a nameless swordsmanship, and it can break the rivers and seas." Thank you for your fulfillment!"

(End of chapter)