Emperor of Death

Chapter 1007

In the void, Ye Chen and Jie Tianlong faced each other.

Jie Tianlong had a thick sneer on his face, as if mocking Yechen's overreaching.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Yechen's mouth, as if he was enjoying something interesting.

Jie Tianlong showed disdain and said: "Do you have any treasure on your body, that treasure can provide you with the power equivalent to that of a noble, but how long can it last?"

Yechen's power is obviously Wu Zun, and the death empire has been established for so many years, and no one has ever been able to fight against Wu Zun in the realm of Wu Zong, not even the original death monarch.

Therefore, Jie Tianlong believes that there must be some great treasure on Yechen's body, which can increase his strength in a short period of time, and believes that Yechen's confidence comes from that treasure.

Yechen said lightly: "Oh, come and try!"

"Hahaha!" Jie Tianlong laughed loudly, "If you are really Yechen, even if your strength is really promoted to Wu Zun, I will kill you."

Yechen's head means a treasure with a high price. Such a treasure is enough to make a master of martial arts go all out. Let alone a master of martial arts, even a master of martial arts coveted the value of Yechen's head. Sheng made a move to kill Ye Chen. If Ge Changming hadn't advanced in time, Ye Chen might have died.

Now, Jie Tianlong is 80.00% sure that the person in front of him is Ye Chen, he can no longer back down, even if there is even a [-]% chance, he will fight.

Every master has experienced countless lives and deaths. In order to obtain great benefits, he is not afraid to work hard.

Ye Chen said calmly: "You are not good at using a sword at all, so use your good hand."

"Hahaha, it's enough to kill you." Jie Tianlong flew forward, slashed at Yechen with his sword, and laughed, "After I kill you, I'll see what kind of shocking treasure it is, which has such a function."

"I said before, you don't know how to use a sword at all." Ye Chen's silver spear stabbed out suddenly, and in an instant, blossoming spear flowers appeared, confusing Jie Tianlong's eyes.

In the Shura formation, countless people exclaimed: "What a wonderful marksmanship."

The worst one who can come here to preside over the Shura Formation is King Wu. Whether it is a member of the Barbarian Clan or the Red Blood Sect, they all deeply understand the meaning of Yechen's spear.

The silver gun struck, making Jie Tianlong startled, in front of this gun, he felt the threat of death.

The cutting dragon that was advancing suddenly stopped advancing.

"Hehe, are you scared?" Ye Chen said indifferently, but he took the initiative to attack. The two collided in an instant, and the sharp silver spear enveloped Jie Tianlong's body. Silver lightning blasted to all parts of Jie Tianlong's body.

Jie Tianlong could only swing the sword desperately. His swordsmanship, in the eyes of Wu Zong masters, was absolutely superb, but compared with Yechen's spearmanship, he instantly fell into a disadvantage.

It's not that Jie Tianlong is too bad, but that Yechen's marksmanship is too strong.

"boom!"

Yechen's silver spear swept at Jie Tianlong's waist, and sent him flying far away, hitting a distant rock wall.

Countless people who saw this scene were shocked. Jie Tianlong was actually defeated, and was defeated by Yechen, a young man who was only at the level of Wuzong. Countless people subconsciously shook their heads, hoping that what they saw was a phantom, not the real one. Scenes.

"How could this happen!" At the same time, some people had a bad feeling in their hearts. Yechen's performance was too strong, and Yechen's undefeated legend all along made people feel that he was full of confidence .

At the entrance of the hall, the little fat man and the others looked excited. The little fat man beat the palm of his left hand fiercely with his right fist, and said viciously: "Strong, so strong, you can actually fight against a master Wu Zun."

The little fat man made the right bet, now he comes in with Yechen, then when Yechen eats meat, he can drink some soup.

Meng Xinqi sighed: "This guy can really single out a martial master. Although he is only a first-rank martial master, he is still amazing. He is too arrogant."

Song Jia and Huang Xinrou watched all this silently. They almost always followed Yechen, fought with him, and grew up with him. From the original surprise, to now they are almost numb. In their hearts, Yechen is able to create The existence of miracles one after another, if one day they don't create miracles, they will feel abnormal.

In the void, Yechen was holding a silver gun, standing in the void like a God of War, pointing the tip of the gun in the direction of Jie Tianlong, and said calmly: "I said, you don't know how to use a sword, use your strongest means, Don't regret it when you die."

"You, damn it." Jie Tianlong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looked at Ye Chen coldly, and shouted: "I want to see how long that treasure of yours can last you."

At this moment, Jie Tianlong put away his Zong-level long sword, and put on his gloves instead. His fists were forged from holy-level materials, and now they have been bred into Zun-level treasures.

Putting on the gloves, Jie Tianlong's aura suddenly rose a lot.

"The Sovereign wants to be serious."

"That kid, relying on external force, how could he be the suzerain's opponent."

Jie Tianlong's figure shot through the void, clenched his fists tightly, and punched Ye Chen.

A silver ball of light broke away from his fist and slammed fiercely at Yechen's chest.

The corners of Yechen's mouth turned up slightly, and he said flatly, "This way, it's interesting."

Yechen's silver spear pierced forward, twisting the incoming light ball into nothingness, and immediately, the long spear pierced out, pointing at Jie Tianlong's chest.

"Break it!" Jie Tianlong yelled, with his hands wrapped in silver light, he slapped Yechen's silver spear fiercely. As long as those who use boxing techniques let him get close, his attacks will flood endlessly like a tide. Come.

"Hehe, your boxing skills are worthy of your realm, but that's all." Ye Chen said indifferently, shaking the silver spear with his right hand, following the vibration of the silver spear, Jie Tianlong's hands were shaken away by Ye Chen's silver spear.

"Boy, arrogant, let you know how powerful I am. A person relying on external force, dare to comment on my boxing skills?" Ye Chen commented like this, which made Jie Tianlong furious. He has been immersed in boxing skills for 300 years. , His boxing skills are not as good as in the same realm, but 300 years of immersion is not comparable to a young person.

Not to mention, Yechen's age is pitifully younger than him.

"Eat my move, the boulder will break!" Jie Tianlong squatted slightly, put his left hand on his waist, and punched straight forward with his right hand.

On the blown fist, a meteor-like silver ball of light with a silver tail suddenly blasted forward.

Zong level martial arts, boulder breaking.

(End of this chapter)