Emperor of Death

Chapter 1155 Snatching the Xuanling Ice Corpse
Wen Chuan had an incredible expression on his face when he was hit by Yechen. He couldn't imagine that with [-]% of his strength, he couldn't stop Yechen's attack.

And the next moment, Wen Chuan became completely furious, even if Wen Qing was killed, he was not so angry.

Ye Chen actually cut off his connection with the Xuanling Ice Corpse, and the next moment, the corpse ring in Yechen's hand lit up, and a zombie appeared, flying to the sky to catch the Xuanling Ice Corpse.

"Damn it! I'm going to tear you into pieces. I'm going to kill your whole family." Wen Chuan let out a snarl, trembling with anger, his face was flushed, and he almost fell into madness.

furious...

Wen Chuan quickly drove the power to stand firmly in the void for the first time, and then turned into a stream of light and flew towards Lan Wen.

The Xuanling Bing Corpse, this is Wen Chuan's lifeblood, he must not lose it, not to mention, the person in front of him is still Ye Chen whom he hates to the bone.

At this moment, the flying boat under Wen Chuan's feet appeared, raising the speed to the extreme.

A black sword light came from the side, and Wen Chuan held the sword with one hand to resist. Suddenly, the warning signal rose again, and his instinct told him that this sword was very dangerous.

Wen Chuan turned around abruptly, and used his body skills to avoid it, but he was still a beat slower. A small bloodstain was left on Wen Chuan's right face.

If Feizhou hadn't been fast enough to distance him from Yechen, the sword just now would have cut off Wen Chuan's entire head.

"Ye, Chen! Get out of here!" In the sky, Lan Wen had already approached the Xuanling Ice Corpse, controlled her in her hands, and tied her tightly with a rope magic weapon. This scene was seen by Wen Chuan , making him extremely anxious.

"Break through the air, kill me!" Wen Chuan used a superior martial skill, turned into a huge sword shadow and swept towards Yechen. Facing an opponent weaker than himself, the crushing of martial skills is the key to defeating the opponent. very good way.

"Hehe! Void Wheel!" Yechen drew a circle in front of him with his left hand, a silver light emerged from the palm of his hand, and then condensed into a huge wheel, blocking Wen Chuan's face.

With a loud sound of "Boom!" and the huge counter-shock force, Wen Chuan almost lost his grip on the sword in his hand, and then looked at the martial arts in front of him with disbelief.

He has seen Yechen's move before, but he doesn't have such power at all.

"Break it!" Wen Chuan, who didn't believe in evil, continued to pour the power of death into the long sword, and slashed forward again fiercely.

The corner of Yechen's mouth smiled evilly, and a silver sword seemed to flash in his mind, and then the sword was held by someone.

The next moment, Yechen's sword suddenly changed, and a brilliant silver light bloomed in front of Wen Chuan.

This flash of sword light reflected the faces of the two of them flickering, Ye Chen's face was calm, and Wen Chuan's ferocious face suddenly became terrified.

This sword looked ordinary, but it posed a fatal threat to Wen Chuan.

After all, Yechen's swordsmanship still couldn't be as silent as a half-skeleton, as if blending into the sky and the earth. At this moment, his performance was more stunning and murderous.

If it is still performed by a half-skeleton, people will not see anything at all, and they will kill people under the sword without the smell of fireworks.

The silver sword light shattered Wen Chuan's layers of sword shadows, and then opened a long gash in his lower abdomen.

Wen Chuan stepped on the flying boat and flew backwards, Yechen suddenly chased after him, although the speed was still not as fast as the flying boat, the sword in his hand kept chopping out, turning into beams of sword light.

Afterwards, Yechen's entire body glowed with silver light, as if it was made of mercury.

Martial arts, shadow clone.

Countless silver figures held long swords, raging ahead like a violent storm, and slashed towards Wen Chuan's flying figure.

"No, Yechen, that's impossible!" Wen Chuan roared angrily. After not seeing him for a few days, Yechen's strength unexpectedly soared, and he was able to confront him head-on. You must know that he still pressed Yechen to fight a few times before. In terms of strength, it presents a crushing posture.

It's like the beggars who were squatting at his door and looked down upon by him, suddenly one day returned with glory, with a status higher than himself, such a contrast is very unbearable.

Right now, Wen Chuan's anger and resentment are intertwined, and finally turned into one word: kill!

Only by killing Ye Chen, dismembering him to pieces, and torturing his corpse, can Wen Chuan's anger be extinguished.

Facing the silver phantom that Yechen killed like a violent storm, Wen Chuan took out a leg bone from the storage ring, and held the leg bone with both hands, a transparent silver mask emerged, covering Wen Chuan whole body.

Yechen's silver light and shadow stood on the transparent mask, which looked like a thin mask, but it withstood the ravages of Yechen's silver light and shadow.

In the light, Wen Chuan grinned grimly and said, "Yechen, you are like a native of the countryside. My magic weapon and insight are beyond your comprehension."

Ye Chen flew forward, the magic sword in his hand burst into silver light again, and he performed the nameless sword technique again.

With a sound of "broken!", the silver mask shattered.

Wen Chuan stepped back on the flying boat, panting heavily in the void, the shattering of the mask seemed to consume a lot of his strength.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Wen Chuan growled.

Yechen sneered: "Didn't you say that you have a lot of knowledge? There are even swordsmanship that you don't know?"

The fluffy words made Wen Chuan's face flush, as if he had been slapped firmly by Ye Chen.

Wen Chuan raised his head and glanced at the Xuanling Ice Corpse bound by five flowers in the sky. This was his lifeline, and he didn't care about anything anymore. He flipped his right hand, and a sheathed sword appeared in his hand.

Ye Chen sneered: "With the sword out of its sheath, aren't you afraid of causing Emperor Wu's peeping?"

Wen Chuan held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said coldly: "One last chance with you, return my things to me, and I will let you go."

"Hehe! Childish!" Ye Chen said calmly, "Today, I will kill you."

Wen Chuan frowned, and the next moment, the sword was unsheathed.

The fierce murderous aura spread across the world, as if a peerless beast was waking up, exuding a monstrous coercion.

Holding the sword in his hand, Wen Chuan's confidence increased greatly, and his whole body seemed like a sword drawn out of its sheath, with a sharp murderous aura, and then, the sword slashed out in the direction of Ye Chen.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, carrying the power to shatter the sky, as if the whole space is trembling.

"Hehe, you idiot who relied on external force, now I let you know that without this sword, you are nothing!" As Ye Chen spoke, a blue light appeared in the right hand holding the magic sword, and then a blue flame burst out. The next moment, Yechen's entire black magic sword was burning with blue ghost fire.

A cold and icy power is spreading, and from a distance, Wen Chuan can feel the bone-chilling chill, as if this chill can freeze a person's soul.

(End of this chapter)