"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The sword qi from the Wenchuan Sword collided with the sword qi condensed by the blue flame flames from the Yechen Demon Sword, exploding and dissolving each other in the void, and wherever the energy went, the void was ravaged wildly.

"Boom!" The mountains below, the energy that was swept through caused a huge avalanche, nature roared angrily below, and the white ice and snow rushed on the mountain, which was extremely spectacular.

In the end, the power of Wenchuan's sword was slightly better than Yechen's, and Wenchuan's remaining sword qi continued to fly towards Yechen.

Yechen stepped on the silver light, avoiding the remaining sword qi. This bit of sword qi can no longer threaten Yechen.

Just like Yechen's prediction, although the Cold Ghost Fire is powerful, it may not be able to defeat that sword, and the sword is too terrifying.

Moreover, with a sword of this level, Wen Chuan couldn't use it with all his strength at all, and I am afraid that he didn't even exert one percent of his power.

The super treasure is naturally in the hands of the more powerful the person, the more powerful it is, unless it is so powerful that the power of the sword will be surpassed in the hand, and it will be discarded.

Whether it is Wenchuan or Yechen, it is too far and too far away from that realm.

Wen Chuan held the sword in his hand, looking at all this incredulously, his eyes were round and round, and he was shocked: "You, you can actually use my sword, no, this is impossible." ”

Yechen sneered disdainfully, and sneered: "What I use, but my own strength, unlike you, actually uses external force. You're far inferior to me. ”

"No, it's impossible!" Wen Chuan stared at Yechen deadly, shook it tightly, looked at Yechen with a fierce face, and shouted in a low voice: "Yechen, tell me, you are not a martial sect, you are the peak of martial arts!"

"Hehehe, why deceive yourself? However, they are all dying people, and they are still thinking about so much. The next moment, Yechen stepped on the silver light, and suddenly stepped forward, and the sword in his hand slashed forward.

The magic sword blessed by the blue flame cage is particularly beautiful.

"No, it's impossible!" Wen Chuan held the sword, his expression was crazy, and when he saw Yechen flying over, he stepped forward with a hideous face, the sword in his hand collided with Yechen's magic sword, and the two fought in the void.

"No, it's impossible, what kind of swordsmanship are you!" Wen Chuan's widening eyes seemed to see through Yechen's magic sword, but with his eyesight and knowledge, he only felt that this swordsmanship was very exquisite, but he couldn't say where the specific subtlety was.

Wen Chuan's character is a good thing that he has, and others should not have it. What others have, you should have, this kind of character is selfish to the extreme.

Under the influence of this character, he now became extremely uncomfortable after seeing Yechen possess a subtle swordsmanship that he had never mastered.

"No, I am the pride of the sky, the protagonist of the times, and any enemy in my way should be crushed by me. Yechen, your swordsmanship is also mine!"

Wen Chuan, who did not believe in evil, continued to rush towards Yechen with his sword, and the sword light of the two sides was staggered, fighting to the death.

Far away, Xiong Shi of the bear people walked his eyebrows and looked in the direction of Wenchuan's battle, and wanted to go over to take a look, but he thought of the old shaman's explanation, and thought that the will of God could not be violated, so he could only suppress his curiosity in his heart and not pay attention to the secrets of his allies.

Wen Chuan and Yechen's swords collided wildly, making a series of sounds in the sky, and the snow mountain below that gave birth to the Xuanling Ice Corpse was completely invisible, and was moved to the ground under the power of the two of them.

After more than ten consecutive moves, Wen Chuan pushed away from afar, looking down at his body incredulously.

There are four criss-crossing wounds on it, these wounds are all injured by Yechen's magic sword, although the wound is not deep, but Yechen's power pours in along the wound, scurrying in Wen Chuan's body, frantically burning and freezing Wen Chuan's body, Wen Chuan must divide a part of the power to suppress the power of the chaos in his body.

In just a few exchanges, he was traumatized, but Yechen was still holding a magic sword, and there was no injury all over his body.

His own strength obviously had the upper hand, but Yechen used a mysterious sword technique to twist and occupy it hard, and even almost formed a crush.

Such an ending made it difficult for Wen Chuan's heart to accept.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he couldn't help but vomit blood, which was a manifestation of anger to the extreme.

Extremely unwilling, today is different from the past, once defeated, the Xuanling Ice Corpse can never be taken back, that is his own foundation, and it is something as important as his life.

But now, looking at the Xuanling Ice Corpse in the distance imprisoned in the sky, it could have been reached with a single breath, but Yechen and his sword were in front of him like a heavenly mound, and even demanded his life.

Yechen didn't wait for Wen Chuan's psychological emotions, he stepped forward with the magic sword in his hand, and constantly used the nameless sword he had just comprehended, after this life-and-death battle, Yechen had a new understanding of swordsmanship, and he made the magic sword more comfortable in his hands.

The shadow of the sword was intertwined with the blue sword light, which made Wen Chuan feel a burst of horror.

Wen Chuan was retreating, the sword in his hand resisting Yechen's blade, but between retreating, there were several wounds on his body.

The flying boat was very fast, and a silver light swept away the range shrouded by the Yechen sword, and then, Wen Chuan glanced at the Xuanling Ice Corpse with a thick fear, and his speed suddenly accelerated, flying towards the sky in the distance.

"If you want to run, how can it be so easy!" Yechen sneered, his body covered in silver light, and suddenly slashed forward.

Martial arts, shadow clones.

Wen Chuan, who had escaped, held the mysterious leg bone, and a thin transparent light mask appeared around him again, wrapping his body and flying in the sky.

"Smack!" was like the sound of a bubble breaking, this time Yechen blessed the power of the cold ghost fire, and the sword was naturally even more terrifying, slashing towards this defensive bubble.

Wen Chuan held the sword in his hand, constantly resisting the silver light and shadow, and the power in his body poured into the sword like a tide, shouting: "Break the air and slash!"

With a sword slash, countless silver lights and shadows dissipated.

Then, Wen Chuan piloted the treasure ship and quickly disappeared into the distance at the end of the sky.

"That flying boat, it's really amazing!" Yechen looked at Wen Chuan's back and sighed, "Next time, if you have the opportunity, you must take the flying boat over." ”

This time, Yechen is also in line with the idea of a quick battle, after all, this is the territory of the bear people, Yechen doesn't want to attract the attention of the bear people masters, from the appearance of the night to the end of the battle, in fact, only three minutes have passed,

"Hehe, that sword, I'm bound to get it! Just keep it with you first" Yechen said lightly, and then summoned Ivy, asking Ivy to open the purgatory space and send Lan Wen and the Xuanling Ice Corpse into the purgatory space.

(End of chapter)