Emperor of Death

Chapter 1365

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

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

Relying on the burning energy and blood, the distance between Wuhe and Feiling Xiaozhou was getting closer.

Seeing the Feiling boat getting closer and Yechen on the boat, Wuhe's face became more and more ferocious, and he said coldly with a sullen face: "Boy, it depends on where you run."

Yechen looked neither happy nor sad, sitting on the flying spirit boat without moving, smashed twenty original fruits into his mouth again, and put most of his energy on refining the original fruits.

Yechen opened his eyes until three black shadows flew over, and cut the shadows to pieces with the sword in his hand.

Then Yechen sank into cultivation again.

Time is passing, even if Wuhe's speed has increased, it will still take a certain amount of time to close the distance with Yechen.

As the original fruit was continuously swallowed into the mouth, the power fluctuations on Yechen's body became more and more intense.

"Boy, what's the use of breaking through, it's not about being tortured to death by me." Wuhe's voice rolled over, trying to distract Yechen's attention and make him unable to concentrate on his cultivation.

Yechen's will is like steel, and he will not be moved at all. No matter how the opponent affects him, the exercises in Yechen's body are running crazily.

Unknowingly, Yechen swallowed another [-] original fruits after being promoted to the sixth rank of Wuzun, and Wuhe was getting closer and closer, and he had already reached the range where he could attack Yechen.

"Boy, die!" Finally, Wuhe rushed to the front of Yechen's flying boat, only a thousand meters away from Yechen.

For a master, there is no difference between a kilometer distance and a face-to-face face-to-face.

"Hahaha, boy, this time, let's see how you escape." Wuhe laughed triumphantly, spent 100 years of penance, and finally caught up with Yechen, then raised the black stick high again, and shouted sharply , "See how you block this move this time, Death Impact."

The huge stick phantom reappeared and slammed down on Yechen, covering Yechen's back.

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

"Boom!" An aura suddenly rose from Yechen's body, sweeping wildly in all directions, and Lian Qishan who was on the side looked enviously.

Ye Chen actually broke through again, breaking through to the seventh rank of Wu Zun.

For other people, it is very difficult to break through a small realm of Wuzun realm, and they need to have a certain level of understanding of power before they can break through. Therefore, even if some masters have the original fruit, they have not yet reached the power perception, even if they have the original fruit. Can't break through.

But now, Ye Chen's perception of power seems to be as simple as eating and drinking water. In Lian Qishan's view, this scene is too unreal.

"Wu Zun's late stage, finally reached Wu Zun's late stage." Under the iron rod, Ye Chen didn't dare to sigh too much, the sword in his hand suddenly shot out, and a Zhushen sword slashed towards the sky again.

A dark yellow giant sword bloomed from Yechen's hand, and ruthlessly collided with Wuhe's giant stick.

The forces of the two sides collided, and there was a violent explosion sound. The violent force overflowed in the sky, and the whole 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, Wuhe's facial expression became extremely ferocious, and he opened his mouth and let out a violent roar.

"Boom!" The iron rod crushed Ye Chen's sword shadow, and then smashed down hard.

The current Yechen is confident that he can easily kill him in the late stage of Wu Sheng.But in this confrontation, Yechen still fell into the disadvantage.

The realm of Emperor Wu is too terrifying.

Beside Yechen, Lan Wen and Death Ant suddenly rushed to the sky, blocking the powerful blow with their bodies.

"Boom!" Lan Wen and Death Ant were slapped down fiercely, and they fell back on Yechen's flying spirit treasure ship. Lan Wen even smashed directly on Yechen's body. The huge force inertia knocked Feiling over. The small boat smashed hard to the ground below.

"Boom!" The ground shattered, and a huge sinkhole tens of meters deep was smashed out. The bottom of the sinkhole and the surrounding ground were cracked, and the cracks were densely packed like spider webs.

In the deep pit, even though Song Yurou and the others were protected by Yechen with all their strength, they were severely injured at this moment, lying on the ground vomiting blood profusely.

The flying spirit boat fell to the side.

"Boy, I'm going to smash your body to pieces and take out your soul." A huge black stick appeared in the sky again, fell from above the head, and quickly grew bigger in everyone's sight, and then occupied all the field of vision.

"No!" Lian Qishan roared, wailing unwillingly, as if his spirit had collapsed.

"My lord!" Xiao Cui threw herself in front of Ye Chen, blocking the blow for Ye Chen.

Song Yurou gave Yechen a nostalgic look, her eyes were full of tenderness.

This seemed to be a blow to destroy the world. Everyone under the huge stick seemed to have no hope of surviving, including Yechen.

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

The ground was splashed with rubble, and the smoke and dust filled the air, covering the tiankeng where Yechen was.

"Finally, it's over." Above the smoke and dust, a black-clothed Wuhe folded his arms and slowly fell from the sky, stepping on the gravel to face the smoke and dust, walking towards Yechen slowly, stepping on the ground with both feet, There was a slight "da da da" sound.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the vision in front of the blackness gradually became clear.

"Huh!" Wuhe saw that Yechen was not smashed into pieces as he imagined, and even the people around him were still alive, and the joy of the rest of his life still remained on his face.

Yechen sat on the ground holding the sword in his right hand, holding Xiaocui in his left hand, Xiaocui closed his eyes, as if waiting for death.

Yechen's face was covered with dust.

"You survived!" Wuhe said in an unbelievable tone.

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

"Hahaha, it's even better if you survive. Although I don't know how you survived, but if you are alive, I will have more means to torture you, boy, are you still planning to run now? Wuhe's face was full of complacency, and then he grabbed Yechen with his right hand, and Yechen's body flew up into the air, bending his back to meet Wuhe.

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

"Why, how could this happen." Wuhe suddenly stared at his palm, the five fingers on it were cut off all at once, and exclaimed, "This is impossible, it is impossible for your strength to hurt this seat."

"No, it's not strength." Ye Chen, who was floating in the air with his back bent, raised his head, showing a bright smile, and said softly, "It's swordsmanship, the introduction of unknown swordsmanship can break rivers and seas. Thank you for your success!"

(End of this chapter)