The rich smell of blood enveloped the unbearable pain, and the dust trail in the sky shrouded a feeling of suffocation.

Li Yuchen was lying on the ground, his body was covered by blood and dust, he forgot the pain for a while, and even his thoughts were temporarily stagnant, and his body that was out of strength and swept by pain was only weak.

The power of the Heaven Destroying Hand did not disappoint him, and he easily dealt with the enemy on the first floor of the Spring Cultivation Realm, but the location of the explosion was too close to him, and it was affected.

Wound after injury, tired and abrupt, and dizzy.

Can't sleep!

Li Yuchen admonished himself, trying his best to keep his eyes open, even if he couldn't see the scene behind the dust, he was staring at the direction of the chaos of spiritual power, hoping that He Qiao's battle would end soon.

The smell of blood lingers all the time, fresh in the salty and salty, with a little sweetness, silently attached to the surface of the body, quietly burrowing into the body and recovering from injuries.

What's going on?

After the injury gradually improved, a spiritual power suddenly surfaced, making Li Yuchen come back to his senses from the wait-and-see, forcibly calm, his thoughts were as calm as possible, and he carefully observed the condition of his body, and suddenly there was joy.

Going to break through?

Li Yuchen had a thought in his heart, and after a short period of joy, he hesitated to consider whether he should choose to break through.

The ascension of the realm was already rapid, and not long ago, he deliberately suppressed it, trying to lower the realm to the first level of the Refining Sea Realm, and now it is time to break through, I don't know if choosing to break through will have a bad impact on my future cultivation.

We are still in danger now, maybe the next moment will change, there is too much uncertainty, and only those who are alive may have a future.

After a short period of thought, Li Yuchen made a decision and chose to break through.

Not long ago, I had the experience of breaking through, and now, the impact of the spiritual power on the barrier of the realm seems to be a matter of course, and the weak barrier does not hinder the spiritual power of the realm in the slightest, but instead pulls it along with the trend, directly making the realm climb from the first layer of the Sea Refining Realm to the second layer of the Sea Refining Realm.

Breakthrough, it's a breeze.

Taking a deep breath and standing up from the ground, a smile appeared on the corner of Li Yuchen's mouth, which looked brilliant with the brilliant light of the sky.

With the help of the breakthrough of the realm, the spiritual power has recovered a lot, the injuries on the body have also been repaired to a certain extent, and the feeling of exhaustion has quietly passed, and a little surging madness of war spirit can be smelled in the thick blood.

"I'm almost over here, you go and see if there's anything that slips through the net. He Qiao shouted loudly.

He Qiao was still surprised by Li Yuchen's performance, but she had seen it in Luoxia Town, and the accident was not too big, and she even had a natural thought, and she decided that the result was like this.

Li Yuchen's battle ended too quickly, faster than she expected, but she was in the middle of a tense battle, blurring the concept of time, and the feeling of surprise was not deep enough.

Of course, no matter how deep the surprise is, it is useless, she is still in the middle of the battle, she can't be separated, and her thoughts can't accommodate too many other things.

Looking at He Qiao's battle carefully, Li Yuchen could see that she still had a certain advantage, and her identity was a little mysterious, and she would also have some hole cards, so she didn't worry about it and moved deeper into the City Lord's Mansion.

"Look for death!"

The old man in black shouted, forcibly broke away from the battle with He Qiao, and his body turned into a black wind and rushed towards Li Yuchen.

"Your opponent is me. He Qiao's voice was cold, and his anger rose, as if he could freeze space.

The snow-colored long sword suddenly jumped cold, and then flew out of his palm, turning into an even more rapid bright white light, pointing directly at the back of the black-clothed old man.

"Nether Walk!"

The black-clothed old man snorted and kept changing positions as he advanced, both accelerating and dodging the snow-colored sword carrying the cold as it flew in.

"Poof!"

A soft sound caused blood to splash, and it was strange and abnormal.

The snow-colored long sword suddenly changed its trajectory in flight, stabbing the black-clothed old man who had changed position, stabbing him in the back, and swept forward with a flash of frozen blood.

"Stabbed. He Qiao muttered, when the happiness rose, a strange appearance surfaced, and his eyes suddenly widened, "Phantom?"

Although she still had doubts, she was basically sure that the feeling of extreme danger was born from her heart, and it spread to every corner of her body, and a cold that was deeper than the chill revealed by the snow-colored long sword spread all over her body.

"Die!"

An abrupt voice full of murderous intent sounded in his ears, and a faint cold wind arrived, He Qiao was frightened, and immediately dodged to the side.

Suddenly, a black shadow arrived beside He Qiao, carrying a thick black spiritual power, and just where she was standing before, it set off a cold wind, blowing the air and becoming dim.

"Ice Palm!"

He Qiao scolded, turned his body in mid-air, turned his cold palm behind him, and slapped the black shadow that came again.

"Poof!"

As if spitting blood, as if only piercing through the air, He Qiao's palm penetrated the black shadow, but did not cause any damage to the black shadow, but instead moved forward rapidly due to excessive strength, and his body was difficult to stabilize in mid-air.

Turning her attention to her, she saw that the black shadow shattered like glass, turning into black lines, like paint falling into the water, quickly dissolving.

"It's not good, it's dangerous!" He Qiao shouted loudly, and his body was wrapped in a sudden black mist.

The bad thing in her mouth, the so-called danger, is not just about her own situation, but also about Li Yuchen's worries, reminding him that he will not be able to resist the attack behind him.

The old man in black did not hesitate to waste his life to trap He Qiao with black mist, and he himself took this opportunity to quickly arrive behind Li Yuchen and launched the most powerful blow, wanting to kill him with one blow.

The snow-colored long sword had already flown to the front, and then hearing He Qiao's shout, Li Yuchen was still moving forward, but the direction was offset, and the bamboo flute he was holding tightly was ready to turn at any time.

He was sure of the danger, smelled the invisible killing aura in the blood, moved his body quickly with his senses, and was even more prepared to attack, and when he steadied himself, he turned around, pulled the bamboo flute, and swung it violently.

"Poof!"

As if knocking on an illusory image, a muffled sound surfaced, Li Yuchen carried a bamboo flute through the black shadow, and was invaded by a black cold cold on his body.

In just an instant, a black mist emerged, occupying the surrounding air, obscuring only darkness and no light.

Black, thick black, obscures everything.

It seems to be in the dark, if you are waiting for the flowers to bloom in a thousand years in that long time, in the face of the darkness, Li Yuchen only feels a kind of unimaginable familiarity after a short period of discomfort, which seems to carry beauty, and he does not want to break it so easily.

"Wait for a thousand years, and the flowers will eventually bloom. ”

"If the flowers bloom, they will come back. ”

The leisurely and sweet voice sounded softly in the air, carrying a sad longing, which hit Li Yuchen's heart, and even entered the deepest part of the temporary dust.

Fake, fake, all fake.

Li Yuchen thought like this, but he couldn't help but think that he was willing to immerse himself, as if he had waited for a thousand years, even if there was another thousand years?