Emperor of Death

Chapter 269 Concentric Locks

On the cliff, Yechen's feet clamped on the bumps on the rock, and his brows were slightly frowned.

In front of him, Yu Fenhao and Xia Zhixin were well surrounded by the guards behind him with shields. Even if he was holding a bow, his damage to them was very limited.

Unless you can cast the power of the skeleton archer's move.

However, Yechen would not be so stupid as to waste his strength in the hands of such an idiot in such a dangerous place. You must know that even a skeleton archer in the martial spirit realm can only shoot five arrows, and he is only in the warrior realm. The power released by the power, as long as one arrow is shot, it is enough to suck his power dry.

"Chirp!" Ye Chen didn't fight back, which doesn't mean the other party stopped. Yu Fenhao and Xia Zhixin drew their bows, and arrows continued to shoot towards Ye Chen.

Yechen moved, holding a blue long sword, his body began to run on the cliff, the arrows shot at Yechen were all avoided by Yechen sideways, and only when it was impossible to dodge, did he use the long sword in his hand Split fly.

The distance between Yechen and the two of them is constantly getting closer.

In the distance, Yu Fenhao's face was always filled with a faint sneer, Xia Zhixin stuck out her tongue and said, "It's so hard to hit, is he a loach?"

Yu Fenhao snorted coldly: "He even dares to come up to seek death, so let him be fulfilled. Sister Zhixin, you watch from the side, I will kill him!"

"Okay, Brother Hao, come on."

Both of them put away their bows without any haste, and beside Yu Fenhao, a middle-aged man guarded him: "Master, be careful, this son is a bit weird."

"It's just a small person, nothing to worry about." Yu Fenhao said proudly, his eyes were full of disdain, and then he took out the long sword from the storage ring, walked out of the crowd, and shadowed Ye Chen with a smirk on his face.

Seeing Ye Chen getting closer and closer, Yu Fenhao sneered at Ye Chen: "Boy, you are very flexible and courageous." Immediately, seeing Ye Chen approaching him, Yu Fenhao held the long sword, He slashed down on Yechen fiercely.

The peak power of a martial artist exploded at this moment. I have to admit that although Yu Fenhao has a vicious mind, his talent in martial arts is indeed good.

Yechen looked at Yu Fenhao, sneered, stepped on ghost steps, and the long sword in his right hand met Yu Fenhao's sword.

An even more majestic power came from the long sword, which surprised Ye Chen. Only then did Ye Chen realize that the long sword in Yu Fenhao's hand was not ordinary, but a spiritual weapon, and the kung fu he cultivated Fa, I'm afraid it has reached the imperial level.

The power that can be exerted by the emperor-level kung fu plus the spirit weapon has already surpassed the first-order ordinary martial arts.

Fortunately, Yechen's strength has also reached the ninth rank of warrior, which is much stronger than when he killed the soul-refining sect's martial spirit for the first time. The sword moved Yu Fenhao's sword and moved his long sword aside. The sword cut down from his right side, with sword energy overflowing, and a deep groove one meter long was cut on the ground.

Ye Chen's unloading force made Yu Fenhao feel as uncomfortable as punching the cotton with his fist. The anger in his heart suddenly rose, and he punched Ye Chen.

"Boy, try my spirit-level martial skill, Divine Wolf Baquan." Yu Fenhao looked at Ye Chen with a sneer, his eyes full of contempt.

With the power of fist and kick, Yechen's eyes were full of disdain, and he slapped Yu Fenhao's fist with one palm.

King-level martial arts, fierce and ghostly.

Two forces exploded between the two.Yu Fenhao's body retreated ten steps in a row, and retreated into the guards. A big gash opened on his right hand, a blood vessel was shattered by Ye Chen's power, and his arm was stained red with blood.

Yechen looked at Yu Fenhao, who was retreating, and saw that part of his strength was hitting Yu Fenhao's body, and was blocked by his clothes. Otherwise, his injuries would definitely not be limited to this, this guy , even wearing a treasure armor.

"Protect your son!" The guards, who were always ready, suddenly wrapped Yu Fenhao up, and the middle-aged man who was following Yu Fenhao shouted loudly, "Get ready to fight, open the same life lock."

"Yes!" Behind him, no one disobeyed because he was on the same level as everyone else. Many guards let out a violent roar, and then a pale yellow hazy light emanated from everyone's hands.

"Concentric lock?" Yechen gritted his teeth, his face full of unwillingness.

The long sword in the middle-aged man's hand next to Yu Fenhao slashed at Ye Chen fiercely. The speed of the sword was so fast that Ye Chen held the sword to relieve his strength.

A huge force acted on Yechen's sword, knocking Yechen into the air. Fortunately, Yechen was prepared and landed steadily on the ground with the help of this counterforce.

"It really is a concentric lock." Ye Chen said coldly with a sullen face.

The concentric lock is not only a formation, but also a magic weapon, and it is also a king-level magic weapon. He can let the people who are cultivated by King Wu combine their respective strengths together. Although Yechen only confronted one person just now, but the person he faced It is the power of fifty people.

A king-level magic weapon is worth at least hundreds of millions.The configuration of these people in front of him is too luxurious, Yechen knows that he will not be able to kill Yu Fenhao in the short term.

Ye Chen sneered in his heart: "Soon, when I become a martial artist, I will definitely kill you all." Ye Chen wanted to release the dead creatures, but held back, he faintly felt that someone with malicious intentions was watching from the side , This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

The realm of a martial artist is a transformation, even if these rubbish have concentric locks, then, these treasures will all be their own.

While Ye Chen was angry, the opponent's middle-aged martial artist was shocked. The sword he slashed just now combined with the power of fifty peak martial artists, even a martial spirit of the fourth or fifth rank standing in front of them could still knock him out. The sword flew, but he didn't expect that Yechen only used his own strength to retreat, and what's more frightening was that he was not injured.

The opponent is just a samurai.

In the heart of the middle-aged warrior, a strong fear emerged.

Lying in the crowd, Yu Fenhao looked at his injured right hand, although it was not fatal, it made him lose face in front of Xia Zhixin, pointed at Yechen with his left hand, and roared sharply: "Zhao Kuo, kill him. "

The middle-aged martial artist Zhao Kuo also said at this moment: "Kill him, this son must not be kept."

While talking, the middle-aged warrior took out a big bow from his back, and after drawing the long bow, all the crystal silver light poured into the arrow, and the sharp cold light on the tip of the arrow pointed at Ye Chen from a distance.

This bow is also a precious bow.

The bow and arrow, which gathered the power of fifty peak martial artists, has not yet been shot, Ye Chen already feels a strong threat, the threat this arrow brings to Ye Chen is more terrifying than the power of a skeleton archer.

Ye Chen's reaction was also extremely fast. The moment Zhao Kuo took off the bow, he was already sprinting towards the distance with ghost steps. When the arrow was shot, Ye Chen had already reached 300 meters away.

"Chirp!" The piercing sound made a loud noise, and the sharp arrow wrapped in silver light aimed straight at Yechen's back.

(End of this chapter)