When he was in the temple, although Yi Chen defeated him, he didn't rely on his real strength after all, and most of them were lucky.

At that time, he almost died in his hands, and Yi Chen was angry about it.

Now that he has the strength of the Five Enlightenment Quasi-Gods, he is truly qualified to fight against Emperor Yan.

Compared to him, Emperor Yan is not like this.

Whether it is talent or cultivation, no one can match it among his peers.

In his opinion, or in the eyes of others, if he wants to defeat Yi Chen, he only needs to move his fingers.

However, contrary to his wishes, he did not get any advantage in several encounters.

He was even defeated by Yi Chen when he was in the temple, which was a great shame.

The only thing that made him feel relieved was that that failure did not bring him much harm, but allowed his cultivation to be further refined.

Now that they met face-to-face again, Emperor Yan couldn't hold back and wanted to do it.

There will be a battle between the two after all, and even today, there will definitely be a winner.

"Emperor Yan has made a breakthrough in his cultivation, and he has already figured out all of Yi Chen's treasures and cultivation techniques, it is easy to kill him!"

The members of the Yan clan all laughed, and Yi Chen took the initiative to provoke the Yan Emperor, which seemed extremely stupid to them.

Could it be that he thought that Emperor Yan would be as careless as he was last time and be defeated by him?

This was not only their thoughts, but the cultivators who came to watch the battle were thinking the same as them at this time.

After all, Emperor Yan is an ancient emperor, and among geniuses of the same age, there is no rivalry, and Yi Chen is still much worse than him.

"Brother Yi Chen, be careful. Fei Yu and the others shouted, looking a little nervous.

They didn't know much about Emperor Yan, but the last time they were in the temple, they were all present and saw with their own eyes how powerful Emperor Yan was.

If they were to face Emperor Yan, they would definitely be killed easily, so they were still worried about Yi Chen's situation.

"Condensation!"

Emperor Yan had already made a move, and the aura of the abyss and hell was surging towards Yi Chen like a powerful ghost.

It's really fierce, like a magic dragon, and it makes people's hearts heavy.

Six Enlightenment Quasi-Gods! He can judge his cultivation by his breath.

Unbelievable, the last time he was seriously injured by Yi Chen, instead of leaving sequelae, it made him further cultivate.

Surprise appeared on Yi Chen's face.

Everyone's eyes were also focused on him, watching how he dealt with Emperor Yan's attack.

In less than half a month, he has improved from one quasi-god to five quasi-gods, and the speed is extremely shocking.

Even said that Emperor Yan's cultivation speed could not be compared to him.

But no matter how fast you cultivate, talent is useless in the face of battle.

Emperor Yan's cultivation is stronger than Yi Chen's, this is a fact.

"Break!" Yi Chen stepped forward with one foot, his soul power flashed with stars on his right fist, and the whistling wind sounded, and a punch slammed into his breath.

The space trembled, Emperor Yan's aura was dispersed, and Yi Chen himself was safe and sound.

And then it's on!

This kind of performance is really incredible.

"Fight it out with your strongest blow, don't grind and chirp. ”

A smile appeared on Yi Chen's face, and his soul power flowed, constantly infusing the Skyfall Heavy Sword.

Emperor Yan's face turned cold, Yi Chen's progress was too great.

Half a month ago, he took the blow of his own, and he would definitely be injured, but now he is very relaxed.

The competitive spirit was completely stimulated, and the killing intent in his heart became even stronger.

"Come out!" Emperor Yan waved his hand, and the quasi-artifact long sword flew out of his beast soul.

The moment the spell was pinched, Dao energy fluctuations vibrated in all directions, and the lines in the long sword flashed with a dazzling light.

"Buzz"

The quasi-artifact long sword let out a light trembling sound like a dragon's groan, and instantly split into two, two into four, and turned into ten thousand long swords.

This move, he has already practiced to the fullest, and the terrifying sword intent made the hearts of the people present awe-inspiring, and they looked at this scene in amazement.

is worthy of being the strongest genius of the Yan Clan, this move, I am afraid that even the Seven Enlightenment Quasi-Gods can be killed in seconds.

A group of cultivators turned their heads to look at Yi Chen again, and saw that his eyes were staring at Emperor Yan without any reaction, and they couldn't help but wonder, could Yi Chen take this move?

"This time, I'll beat you head-on. ”

Yi Chen snorted lightly, the Heavenly Fall Heavy Sword exuded terrifying battle intent, the strong wind stirred around, and the sword intent permeated the heavens and the earth.

"Useless struggle. Emperor Yan smiled indifferently, Yi Chen in his eyes was already a dead man.

Don't waste any more time, kill him!

Emperor Yan pinched the magic trick, then pointed forward with a finger and shouted, "Kill!"

Ten thousand long swords spun wildly, rushing towards Yi Chen with a strong wind.

Eighteen Forms of Heavenfall - The First Form!

Yi Chen moved, the skyfall heavy sword in his hand slashed forward, and his soul power greeted him with a roar.

The two geniuses used the strongest blow, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

The eyes of everyone present did not blink, staring at the two energy that collided together.

The winner is about to be decided!

"Boom!"

Another explosion sounded in the void.

"Emperor Yan, his soul power has been scattered!"

The cultivators were dumbfounded, Emperor Yan's strongest blow was actually broken by Yi Chen, and the remaining soul power continued to rush towards Emperor Yan.

"It's, it can't be. ”

Emperor Yan controlled the long sword in front of him.

"Boom!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the quasi-artifact was forcibly broken.

"My quasi-artifact. ”

Emperor Yan's eyes widened, and then he was hit by soul power, and he was immediately thrown out.

It took several attics to knock down several attics in quick succession before the force of the shock was removed.

The fantastic scene, which appeared in everyone's eyes, was incredible.

Some cultivators secretly pinched themselves, and the pain in their flesh told them that they were not dreaming.

"Brother Yi Chen, good job!"

In contrast, the Tianfu disciples and Fei Yu were very excited.

Yi Chen's victory, they didn't expect it at all.

"Emperor Yan can't lose, it must be the God King's secret helper. ”

The Yan people muttered to themselves, their eyes looking at Yi Chen with anger.

They can't accept such an outcome.

Emperor Yan, like the god king of the Yan clan, is the spiritual pillar of the Yan clan.

Now that one of the pillars has collapsed, it is a blow to them.

It's just that their excuses are too far-fetched.

How could the Venerable God King secretly meddle in this fair duel? As long as it is a normal person, he will not believe it.

"Ahem. ”

Emperor Yan's cough sounded in the ruins, and he stood up in embarrassment.

I wanted to mobilize my soul power, but I found that my soul power had been hit hard, and my breath was extremely messy.

"I'm not going to lose, come again!"

Emperor Yan was not reconciled, and forcibly mobilized his soul power, which showed fatigue.

It's just that the messy soul power is uncontrollable, and there is a riot in an instant, impacting his internal organs.

Emperor Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on one knee.

"Emperor Yan, you lost. ”