Emperor of Death

Chapter 1266 The Scary Sword

"It's ridiculous for you, a little warrior, to dare to talk about the gods in vain." Wen Chuan shouted, "Gods, they are high above, and they are omnipotent. A martial artist can understand."

When it comes to religious disputes, he will not back down.

"Hahahaha!" Yechen laughed loudly, "The god of the underworld is powerful, but it is the god of the underworld. As a believer, you are so sad. Your power comes from external forces, and you don't even have a solid foundation. Actually, let me tell you this It's useless, poor people like you don't understand the meaning of power at all."

"You. Damn it, I'll show you my true strength. Fuck me." Wen Chuan growled, holding the hilt of the sword behind his back with his right hand.

With a bang, the sword was unsheathed, and for a moment, a sharp breath permeated from the sword, sweeping the world.

The pupils of countless masters shrank subconsciously, exclaiming: "Good sword."

Even those who have seen the emperor's weapon have never experienced this sharp sword glow.

This is a peerless weapon.

Holding the sword in his hand, Wen Chuan regained his self-confidence, looked at Ye Chen fiercely and said, "Ye Chen, let's talk about it after surviving from my hands."

Ye Chen shook his head, and said lightly: "Do you want to use external force again? You really don't deserve to be a warrior, but that's okay, as my enemy, the mentally handicapped the better."

"You... court death!" On Wen Chuan's long sword, a silver light appeared, and he slashed at Ye Chen from a distance.

The silver sword energy detached from the sword body, and quickly turned into a silver arc-shaped sword light in the sky, slashing towards Ye Chen from a distance, this huge sharp edge seemed to smash the void.

Yechen didn't see any violent movements, and just drew a circle in the void.

A dark yellow runner void formed in the sky, blocking the sword energy in front.

This time, the Void Wheel was finally shattered by Wen Chuan.

But at the same time, the sword energy also dissipated under the resistance of the void wheel.

Wen Chuan's figure approached Yechen as if teleporting, and slashed down fiercely with his sword in front of Yechen. He didn't believe that Yechen's martial skills could block his sword energy, and could he also block his sword?
"Yechen, try blocking my sword again?" Wen Chuan gritted his teeth and said viciously.

Yechen smiled coldly, with contempt in his eyes, and this contempt in Wen Chuan's eyes made him even more furious.

The sword slashed fiercely at Ye Chen's forehead.

Ye Chen really didn't dare to shake the sword with the void wheel, and a sword appeared in his hand, and a deep yellow light burst out from the sword.

"Dang!" The magic sword collided with the treasured sword, making a violent metal impact sound.

"Your sword? It's not broken!" Wen Chuan stared at Yechen's magic sword closely, and said in a deep voice.

Yechen smiled coldly: "You talk a lot of nonsense."

Although the current level of the magic sword is far inferior to Wenchuan's sword, Yechen's power of reincarnation makes up for the lack of strength.Moreover, Yechen's realm is equivalent to a fourth-rank martial saint. Even if Wen Chuan's real realm has been raised to a martial saint, it is only equivalent to a third-rank martial saint. This is the blessing of his cultivation of advanced skills.

In the realm of martial saints, there are huge changes every time one level is raised, not to mention the early and middle stages.

"No, my strength is equivalent to the third rank of Martial Saint, how did you block it." Wen Chuan has asked this question for the second time.

Yechen smiled coldly, and the fool told the enemy his secret, and it was the magic sword in Yechen's hand who answered Wenchuan.

"Dangdang!" The swords of the two collided in the void, and there were three impact sounds.

After three strokes, Yechen's magic sword slammed into Wen Chuan's treasured sword fiercely. Wen Chuan put the sword in front of him, and was thrown flying by Yechen.

This time, Yechen took the initiative to attack before Wen Chuan stepped forward again.

As soon as Wen Chuan stood firm in the air, Ye Chen flew in front of him, and the magic sword slashed fiercely at Wen Chuan.

Wen Chuan held the sword in both hands to resist the front, and the silver light burst from his body, and he exerted all his strength to resist Yechen's sword.

The light of the sword flowed, leaving a stunning sword in the sky, Yechen changed from a slash to a stab, and pierced Wen Chuan's heart.

Wen Chuan watched Yechen's sword tip facing him, and it grew rapidly in size in his eyes. What was even more frightening was that the sword seemed to be piercing his heart, but also seemed to be piercing other places, which seemed erratic, making him Can't defend.

"This sword technique!" Wen Chuan was shocked, the sword in his hand swiftly slashed forward, using the edge of the sword to resist Yechen's sword technique.

The two swords collided twice in the void, and Wen Chuan's arms were numb from the huge counter-shock force. The power of Wu Sheng did not bring Wen Chuan a sense of security, but made the beating by Ye Chen more and more frightening .

As the person concerned, Wen Chuan can most intuitively feel the power and fear of Yechen. Yechen's strength is stronger than him, even the strength of his physical body far exceeds him, which makes him feel the power of Yechen's sword The next is obviously very weak.

Even Yechen's sword brought him a fatal crisis.

The sword light flashed away in an instant, and Wen Chuan finally failed to block Ye Chen's sword. The sword did not pierce Wen Chuan's heart, but the right hand holding the sword.

"Ah!" Wen Chuan's pain was not caused by the sword, but because of the terrifying power that entered his arm with Yechen's sword tip, and then poured into his body in an instant, scurrying around in his body.

Wen Chuan's body lost control in an instant.

Yechen's magic sword turned and cut Wen Chuan's wrist completely.

"No!" Wen Chuan saw that he was detached from his wrist, his pupils suddenly opened wide, and his eyes were even more rounded, looking at his wrist flying in the sky with deep horror.

There is his most beloved sword and his storage ring, which is equivalent to his wealth and life.

Ye Chen didn't have time to pay attention to Wen Chuan. With the release of his wrist, five figures flew towards Ye Chen at this moment. These martial arts figures were all martial saints. They coveted Wen Chuan's sword and flew over to snatch it.

"Hmph, you dare to force my things, how brave you are." Ye Chen snorted coldly, grabbed Wen Chuan's bloody wrist with his left hand, then held Wen Chuan's sword in his hand, and ruthlessly swept it in all directions.

"Holy Son, go back quickly." One of the martial saints flew from Wenchuan's treasure ship and shouted loudly at Wenchuan.

The five martial saints used their own weapons, including swords, spears, and broadswords.

"Boom!" At this moment, the power of Ye Chen's body exploded. It is indeed a sword that surpasses the emperor's level. The power of this sword is far greater than before.

Everyone was staring at this scene closely, for fear of missing any details. For everyone present, this was a scene that was rarely seen in a lifetime.

The people in Jiangyin City raised their hearts at this moment...

(End of this chapter)