Emperor of Death

Chapter 1117 Zhan Wenchuan
Huge handprints were pressed down from the sky, like a divine punishment for destroying the world.

Countless silver figures flew into the handprint like a storm, and slashed towards the palm with a fierce aura.

The entire void is fluctuating, and the overflowing energy is raging the entire sky.

The power of the handprint is weakened, and the speed is also slowing down, but, his range is too large, covering everything, trying to make Yechen unavoidable.

"Boom!" The handprint was pressed down, and a mountain below was shattered soundlessly. The area where Yechen was located was completely covered by it, and it was unknown how many silver figures were crushed below.

Looking at the collapsed mountains below, Wen Chuan chuckled softly and said, "Hehe, even if you don't die, you will be disabled!"

Suddenly, a silver figure slammed into Wen Chuan's back, knocking his body into the air and smashing into the rocks below.

The silver brilliance slowly dissipated, revealing Yechen's figure.

Yechen stood in the void and said calmly: "Even if your strength is stronger than mine, I still have many ways to deal with you."

"Boom!" The rock below exploded, and Wen Chuan's embarrassed figure rushed out. The original white clothes were now mostly stained with ashes.

"Hehehe, you actually succeeded in the sneak attack." Wen Chuan flew to the opposite of Yechen, and said with a sneer.

Yechen stood in the void, with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Come, let me see all your methods."

"Then you should be prepared for death!" Wen Chuan pulled out six small flags in his hand. The small flags turned into silver light and flew into the void, spreading in six directions. Afterwards, there was a faint line between the six small flags. Silver dotted lines are connected to form a complex pattern.

Ye Chen whispered: "Six-pointed star formation, you still know the six-pointed star formation? Hehe, you really are not from our place."

The power of the six-pointed star array turned into a complex starry sky, Yechen seemed to be completely dark, and the stars above his head were knocked down with power, blasting towards Yechen's body.

"Hehehe, I am the real power of death, the real avenue of cultivation, what you have learned is just heresy." Wen Chuan sneered, "Yechen, let's see how you can break through my formation .”

Yechen looked up at the sky, looking at the power falling like a meteor shower, a blue light appeared in his pupils, and then the blue flame suddenly swept forward, and the silver death force that had been struck down dissipated under the sweep of the blue flame, and the flame from below Sweeping up, immediately swept away the hexagram array.

"What kind of power is this?" Wen Chuan's pupils shrank, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"The power to kill you!" In front of Yechen, the blue flame continued to sweep out, rolling towards Wenchuan in the distance.

"Damn it, don't you want me to use the magic weapon." Facing the blue flames, Wen Chuan's face looked very fearful, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and his figure exploded in the void.

Wen Chuan retreated too fast, Yechen's blue flame was even faster, sweeping towards Wen Chuan like a blue ocean wave, and it was about to submerge Wen Chuan in a blink of an eye.

The hand that Wen Chuan had been holding on to the hilt finally moved, and the long sword behind him was unsheathed. At this moment, the power of death soared, and the whole sky seemed to be filled with fierce momentum. The breath emanating from the sword, Jidi Yechen's skin felt a dull pain.

Yechen raised his head and looked ahead in disbelief, shocked by the sword in Wen Chuan's hand.

Ye Chen knows best about magic weapons. In the human race, Zhu Shenjian is known as the number one magic weapon.

But in front of this treasured sword, Zhu Xianjian was overshadowed. The sword intent emanating from this sword surpassed the power of Zhu Shenjian.

Ye Chen's eyes became hot, such a sword is more tempting than several imperial weapons.

The blade is long and narrow, and its overall appearance is silvery white.

Wen Chuan held the sword in his hand and slashed down fiercely. The sharp sword glow raged across the sky, and endless death energy raged ahead like a violent storm. Yechen's blue flame was smashed into pieces, and the flames all over the sky dissipated.

Hanming ghost fire, Yechen's strongest supernatural power, was shattered by Wen Chuan's sword.

In the void, Wen Chuan grimly said: "Okay, very good, I didn't expect you to use this magic sword, Yechen, you must die today."

Wen Chuan's figure suddenly rushed forward, his eyes were full of murderous intent, the sword was exposed, once passed out, it would attract countless treasure hunters, Wen Chuan did not dare to neglect, and had a low determination to kill Ye Chen.

The body turned into lightning and flew in the void.

In the distance, Yechen gave up the magic sword and replaced it with a silver spear.

"Hmph, you dare to fight against a Zong-level long spear." Wen Chuan snorted coldly, the long sword slashed out fiercely, and the sharp sword light rushed towards Ye Chen, as if the whole sky was about to be split in two Half.

Holding the silver gun in both hands, Yechen's body exploded back. At the same time, a ripple of air suddenly appeared on his forehead. This ripple of air was not very obvious, especially under the ravages of Wenchuan's sword light, it would not matter at all. tiny details.

The deadly sword glow finally approached Yechen, covering Yechen's whole body. It was an irresistible force. Even Yechen couldn't escape this fierce sword glow. This sword was too powerful. .

Yechen pulled out a huge scale from the storage ring to envelop himself, and the sharp sword light blasted on the scale, overturning Yechen and the scale together, and pressing them on a mountain peak, the huge rock on the mountain peak was crushed Yechen was crushed to pieces, and the huge counter-shock force split Yechen's arms, spilling scarlet blood.

He couldn't hold the shield anymore and fell aside, the severe pain between his arms deeply stimulated Yechen's nerves.

The power is too strong, it is really unstoppable.

"Boom!" The soul vortex slammed into Wen Chuan's soul fiercely. Wen Chuan only felt as if a mountain hit his head. His eyes went dark and he fell from the sky. His body hit the person below like a boulder. Among the rocks.

"What the hell, that sword is so powerful, it should be destined for me." Ye Chen gritted his teeth and said viciously, then he flew up holding back the pain, grabbed the scales with his right hand, and put them back into the storage ring , and then his body suddenly flew up, and the silver spear turned into a huge spear shadow, stabbing fiercely downward.

"Booming" the entire piece of rock shattered, and a huge sinkhole appeared.

Immediately, Yechen fell towards the tiankeng below. During the fall, the silver gun continued to wreak havoc below, even if it smashed Wenchuan into pieces.

Below, a murderous intent suddenly emerged, and a silver arc-shaped sword light slashed at the falling Ye Chen from afar.

Yechen felt a warning sign, stepped on the silver light, and slid far away.

A white figure shot out from below, and Wen Chuan roared angrily, "Yechen, wait for me!" Then, a small boat appeared at Wen Chuan's feet, and carried him to the distance. The speed was beyond Yechen's reach.

"What a magic weapon!" Yechen looked at the flying boat at Wenchuan's feet and licked his lips.

(End of this chapter)