Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 644
Mo Chen's eyes fell on Ben Qiuyang, and said: "I remember your voice, you wanted to refine my Xuanbing earlier, didn't you?"

Looking at Mo Chen's gaze, Ben Qiuyang was startled, which made him very shocked, the other party had just broken through the imperial game, how could it be possible for him to be shocked for a moment, he raised his vitality and instantly stabilized his mind.

"Boy, if you are sensible, just hand it over obediently, and don't regret it and beg for mercy when the time comes." Ben Qiuyang said coldly.

Mo Chen shook his head and chuckled, and said disdainfully: "In these days, there are indeed idiots everywhere, and there are fools everywhere."

"You..." Ben Qiuyang was so angry that he dared to call him an idiot.

"What are you, if you dare to catch Ben Shaoxuan's attention, the only consequence is death." Mo Chen directly interrupted him.

Ben Qiuyang was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly, "Haha, you want me to die, kid, you're so stupid, this seat is in the Ninth Layer of the Emperor's Tour, do you still want me to die just because of you?"

"Well, these days, it is absolutely impossible to tell the truth, otherwise people will think you are telling lies, tell lies, and they will think you are telling jokes, so if only others think you are telling jokes, then you must It's the truth." Mo Chen smiled wryly.

Ben Qiuyang looked cold, and said: "Boy, you can't change the ending by talking so much, so hand over the Xuanbing quickly."

"Stupid." Mo Chen rolled his eyes.

"Looking for death!" Ben Qiuyang was furious, and with a shake of his wrist, a long sword appeared in his hand, and the lingering sword light surged, locking onto Mo Chen.

"It's true that you are looking for death, but the person who is looking for death is not me, but you!" Mo Chen's face remained unchanged, and he still sneered.

"Hmph, I'd like to see how you make me court death." Ben Qiuyang's face was extremely gloomy.

"Then you'll be fine."

While speaking, Mo Chen stomped the sole of his foot and swooped out like lightning. At the same time, he raised his right hand high, and a faint purple light circulated in his palm, turning into a vast ray of light and spreading out.

The purple-gold light instantly condensed into a fist mark, which was the simplest Zijin fist.

Ben Qiuyang was taken aback for a moment. He never expected that this young man would dare to take the lead. Even Lin Chuan and the others were astonished. A young man who had just broken through to the Royal Tour Realm dared to take the lead in attacking the warriors of the Ninth Level of the Royal Tour Realm. Are you looking for death?

At least Ben Qiuyang thought so. He moved forward with his long sword and said disdainfully, "Since you want to seek death, then go die."

The sword light slid down, like a stream, stacked layer by layer, and devoured towards Mo Chen, as if killing him directly.

"Boom!"

When the fist print and sword light collided, the purple-gold fist wind instantly shattered, turning into little stars and dissipating in the surroundings. Ben Qiuyang's sword energy was also shocked, and cracks appeared, but it did not shatter. Keep rolling.

Mo Chen's figure flashed, and he directly dodged the sweeping sword light. The sword energy fell on the ground, cutting a huge crack in the ground, and a large amount of broken stones stirred up the sky.

Zhan Ping's gaze sank, and he tried to rush forward, but Hong Yiyi hurriedly stopped him.

Hong Yiyi is well aware that Mo Chen's combat power is definitely not so weak, even if he loses to Ben Qiuyang, Ben Qiuyang can't do anything to him.

Seeing that Hong Yiyi refused to let him make a move, Zhan Ping didn't make a move immediately, but Hong Yiyi's eyes fell on the warriors of the city lord's mansion around him, and the murderous intent suddenly emerged, and said: "Don't worry about Mr. Chen's affairs, first get rid of these scumbags. Dispose of the scum."

"it is good!"

Zhan Ping nodded, and rushed directly to the warriors in the City Lord's Mansion, causing the opponents to change color in shock and retreated one after another.

There was a hint of helplessness on Lin Chuan's face. The current situation was beyond his control. He was already powerless to control the outcome, but when his eyes fell on Lin Mu, his eyes were still full of murderous intent. Sit down and take the opportunity to recover.

If possible, he would definitely kill Lin Shu.

Hong Yiyi stood quietly on the spot, watching Mo Chen and Ben Qiuyang fight like this.

"Boy, is this your strength? If that's the case, you should be prepared to die." Ben Qiuyang shattered the opponent's fist light with a sword, and suppressed the opponent to dodge continuously, and the disdain became stronger. hair thickened.

Mo Chen said disdainfully: "Old guy, I have just broken through the Imperial Game, and I am worried that I have no opponent to help me stabilize my realm. Don't rush to seek death. Once I have played enough, I will naturally fulfill you."

"Play with your sister!"

Ben Qiuyang was furious, he was regarded as a whetstone when he visited the Nine Realms majestically, how could he not be angry.

He poured all his vitality into the long sword, and roared: "Go to hell, the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves!"

The violent vitality is really like a gust of wind, shaking the surrounding space to pieces, and sweeping towards Mo Chen from all directions.

"Floating Fist!"

Mo Chen made a tactic with both hands, propping up two rays of light, like a powerful defense falling on his body, the powerful sword energy swept over him, but it couldn't be broken instantly.

"what!?"

Ben Qiuyang's eyeballs are almost protruding. Although the power of his sword is not the strongest move, but at least it has the power of the seventh level of Huangyou. Even a warrior of Lin Chuan's level may die tragically. The boy actually blocked it like this, still maintaining a calm and indifferent demeanor, and even looked at him with some sarcasm, as if he was watching a clown performance.

"Boy, who are you?"

Ben Qiuyang also gradually put away his underestimation. This young man is so weird that he must not be treated as an ordinary first-tier warrior of the Royal Tour. However, although there is shock in his eyes, he is not panicked, and he seems to be sure to eat him.

Boom!

The power of Floating Fist didn't last long before it was crushed by the surrounding sword energy.

"Try another punch, Ming Wang Yin!"

Mo Chen ignored Ben Qiuyang, as if he was trying his own unique power, the vast power emerged from his fist, like the power of a star erupting wildly, heavily bombarded Ben Qiuyang's sword light, and collapsed at the same time broken.

"What? How is this possible?"

Ben Qiuyang turned pale with fright. This young man seemed to be walking in a garden, and he didn't have the slightest taste of a big fight. He just dispelled his attack here.

Lin Leng and the others in the distance were already stunned, and they were shocked by Mo Chen's monster fighting power.

Even Lin Chuan couldn't help opening his eyes, full of horror.

Lin Mu's pupils shrank even more suddenly, as if realizing something was wrong, he quietly backed away, wanting to leave this place.

However, Lin Chuan's spiritual sense has been locked on him. As soon as he moved his feet, Lin Chuan suddenly saw, "The traitor is gone!"

Lin Chuan held a long sword and wanted to rush towards the trees, but his injuries were indeed too serious. Although he had recovered a little, he was still unable to move. The body that had just rushed out staggered and almost fell to the ground again.

Lin Mu was startled at first, then overjoyed, he couldn't care about anything else, turned into a streak of light and wanted to escape from this place.

"Do you want to leave? Have you ever asked this girl?" Hong Yiyi's figure suddenly appeared in front of Lin Mu, and a fiery red fist roared out, which made Lin Mu startled, and instinctively raised his hand and punched out.

The two fists collided, and the powerful impact directly knocked him back.

Hong Yiyi landed on the ground, and said coldly: "Seeing that you want to escape so much, you must have done something bad. Before Young Master Chen can get rid of that guy, you should stay here and wait for Young Master Chen to deal with it."

"Hmph, you are only at the seventh level of the Royal Tour, let's see how you can keep me." Lin Mu's face became crazy, he knew that staying here would probably lead to death, so he rushed out again like crazy, wanting to escape.

"You want to escape so hard, maybe it's difficult to kill you, but it's so difficult if you just keep you." Hong Yiyi was full of confidence, and directly faced Lin Mu.

On the other side, Ben Qiuyang and Mo Chen are still fighting. Mo Chen becomes more flexible as he fights, but Ben Qiuyang becomes more frightened as he fights. It was as if this boy was born to be his nemesis.

Ben Qiu quickly surveyed the surrounding battlefields, Lin Mu had been pinned down by Hong Yiyi, and it was difficult to escape, and the warriors he brought were all killed and injured, only two high-ranking royal warriors were still struggling.

If those two people also die, then he will have no chance of winning if the warriors of the same level join the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, Ben Qiuyang's face became more serious than ever, "Boy, I don't believe I can't kill you!"

Ben Qiuyang pushed the momentum to the extreme, and the surging sword energy seemed to be activated, continuously absorbing the aura of the surrounding world, becoming extremely powerful, and bursting like a hurricane.

At the same time, his other hand didn't stop, the powerful vitality gathered in his hand, forming a powerful fist, pressing down on Mo Chen like a mountain.

The exploding sword energy and the mountain-like fist marks released a terrifying pressure, and the surrounding space continued to shatter. Even Yue Ye seemed to feel this terrible breath and quietly hid in the clouds.

"This power is good!"

Facing the two devastating attacks, instead of panicking, Mo Chen calmly commented, just like a grand master commenting on the strength of his younger generation.

Ben Qiuyang screamed angrily, and said angrily, "Since it's not bad, then go to hell!"

"You're right, my realm has stabilized, it's time to end!"

Mo Chen's whole body's aura also began to change, he made a tactic from left to right, and the aura of grandeur continued to emerge. King Zijin Ming, floating like a dream, gradually merged his three punches into one, turning into a powerful force against Uemoto Qiuyang's fist seal.

At the same time, with a right hand, the Wuwang Sword emerged in his hand, and the light as deep as a star bloomed little by little, covering the entire body of the sword in an instant.

"Breakthrough!"

The long sword fell down, like sharp scissors, directly tearing the night sky, facing the bursting sword energy of Uemoto Qiuyang.

At the same time, a faint purple light enveloped Mo Chen's whole body, and he was obviously immortal.

Rumble!
Terrifying forces kept colliding, Mo Chen's fist prints and sword lights kept shattering, and Ben Qiuyang's attack was not much better, only a little coercion broke through Mo Chen's attack, and fell on Mo Chen's body. Can't do any harm.

Mo Chen raised his left hand again, and a phantom of a phoenix suddenly appeared under the night sky, illuminating a starry sky, and sprayed out a large amount of flames like a real spirit. Everything he passed was destroyed, like a god of death, instantly enveloping Ben Qiuyang .

"Hiss, is the phoenix true spirit?"

Everyone was taken aback, the terrifying flames burst out with powerful destructive power, shocking everyone's hearts, like the power of the sky, making people shudder.

A deep look of fear finally appeared on Ben Qiuyang's face. The previous blow had almost emptied the vitality in his body. At this moment, facing the flames full of endless destruction, there was an irresistible momentum. After hesitating, he turned into a streak of light and wanted to escape from this place.

(End of this chapter)