Emperor of Death

Chapter 1527
"Then, let me try the sword with you."

Ye Chen with a calm face, when he said these words, a sharp light suddenly burst out in his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be transformed into a peerless sword, showing his sharpness.

"You, what kind of exercise is this?" Yu Qingyang looked at Ye Chen, the relaxed expression on his face finally disappeared, replaced by a serious one.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Yu Qingyang looked at Ye Chen in shock and exclaimed, "You actually created your own exercises."

It is impossible to create your own exercises in Tianheng Continent. Every strong person follows the exercises left over from the past. Kaka is like this, and Heywood is like this. Even Yu Qingyang, because of Got an adventure, found a note about the sword cultivator, which recorded the practice experience of a powerful sword cultivator, Yu Qingyang was talented, established a territory in the chaotic land, and became the third strongest in the Tianheng Continent By.

It is not impossible to create exercises. For example, Yu Qingyang can create exercises below the imperial level, but that is meaningless.

It is simply impossible to create advanced exercises by oneself, all those who tried have failed, including Yu Qingyang.

This world, which is more advanced than the Martial God Continent, is full of aura, but it lacks the Martial God Monument.

Now, Yu Qingyang sees that Yechen has also integrated the way of swordsmanship into the original kung fu, and this scene hits him hard, especially when Yechen shows his strength in the realm of Emperor Wu, he feels jealous from the bottom of his heart.

The fire of jealousy is burning fiercely in his heart, how can this kid create his own exercises.

Ye Chen's body constantly burst into fierce sword energy, looked at Yu Qingyang and said softly: "Have you finished your last words? If it's over, then die in peace."

"Kill!" Yu Qingyang yelled, and spit out a white light from his mouth. The white light condensed into a sword, and the cold light on the sword's edge shone, extremely fierce.

This sword, like Yu Qingyang, has already reached the peak of the emperor level, because Yu Qingyang did not break through, and he has been stuck in the emperor level with his master.

But at this moment, the sword finally turned into a butterfly, breaking through to a higher realm, and the aura on the sword was far beyond before.

The sword pierced the sky as fast as lightning.

Yu Qingyang's sword can fly.

Straight into Yechen's face.

Yechen grabbed the void with his right hand, a black light emerged, and was caught in his hand.

As Ye Chen's strength improved, the magic sword finally revealed its ferocity. The emperor-level magic sword was in Ye Chen's hands, and its power was not weaker than Qingyang's flying sword.

With a sound of "dang", Yechen's sword light spun, and the black magic sword blocked Yu Qingyang's flying sword.

Yu Qingyang radiated sword light all over his body, approached Yechen like lightning, grabbed the flying sword that was flying back with his right hand, and stabbed forward with the sword.

This sword seemed to shatter the universe.

Before the sword arrived, the fierce sword light distorted the space first, as if countless swords were cutting Ye Chen's cheeks.

Before the sword arrives, the sharp edge arrives first. Just relying on this overflowing sharp edge, he can easily kill an ordinary Emperor Wu.

Even a Martial Emperor like Mei Duoduo and Li Ruoxue couldn't bear Qing Yang's overflowing sword energy.

The magic sword in Yechen's hand danced lightly, and the light surged on the sword, condensing into dense sword shadows to block the front.

Ye Chen and Yu Qingyang met each other's eyes.

"Death!" Yu Qingyang gritted his teeth and shouted, his long hair danced wildly under the drumming of vigor, and endless sword energy rushed forward, mainly the sword in his hand, as long as he broke through Yechen's defense, he would be able to kill him. Yechen is late.

Pure sword energy, with strong killing power, Yu Qingyang's murderous energy is stronger than Ye Chen's.

"Hahaha, good job." Yechen laughed, and crazily injected power into the magic sword. It seemed a simple confrontation, but Yechen hit it heartily. Yu Qingyang, the whetstone, just can test his own strength.

"Crack!" The magic sword trembled excitedly, Ye Chen suddenly turned the sword light, and the black light cut towards Qing Yang.

There was sword energy between the two of them, and endless sword energy filled the surroundings of the two of them. If it weren't for the isolation of this void, if it was outside, it would have already caused huge damage.

Every sword, every sword qi possesses a power unimaginable to ordinary Martial Emperors.

The sword is as fast as lightning.

The confrontation between the two was also as fast as lightning.

In just a few breaths, the two of them fought hundreds of times, and the sound of dense metal collisions was endless.

After the fight, the sword in Yu Qingyang's hand suddenly left his palm again, drew an arc, and stabbed from behind Yechen. At the same time, Yu Qingyang's left hand stabbed forward, the void condensed into a sword, and the power in his body transformed into a sword. As a transparent sword shadow, he pierced Yechen's chest.

Flanking from both sides.

"Flying swords are really hard to defend against." Yechen said lightly, but at this moment, Yechen closed his eyes, and the power of the soul in his mind surged wildly. At this moment, it seemed that the world slowed down, and the attacks around him, All appeared in Yechen's mind.

The power of the soul after breaking through to Emperor Wu is also extremely terrifying.

The sword energy around Yechen suddenly condensed into a point, and suddenly blasted towards the stabbing sword shadow, Yechen turned around immediately, and the magic sword slashed out, and the strike was also as fast as lightning.

With a sound of "dang", the flying sword was knocked into the air.

"What a powerful soul power, boy, are you still a mage?" Yu Qingyang said coldly.

Yechen smiled and raised the corners of his mouth, as if he didn't bother to answer Yu Qingyang's words.

"Boy, this old man has already surpassed Emperor Wu, how much power do you still have to contend with?" Yu Qingyang roared, "Today you will definitely die."

"Hehe, do you think it's useful to use such nonsense to blow my confidence? You idiot." Ye Chen said lightly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, seeing this scene in Qing Yang's eyes, made him even more furious.

Just now, he used this expression to look down on Ye Chen. In his eyes, a person who is as humble as an ant dares to insult him?
"Boy, this old man wants you to try real swordsmanship. You have no kung fu, let's see how you can resist this old man's sword now." Yu Qingyang said angrily, the sword light on his body continued to surge, and the sword in his hand trembled crazily. The fierce air raged in all directions.

"Are you going to use martial arts?" Ye Chen murmured softly, the sword in Yu Qingyang's hand seemed to have turned into thousands of sword lights, condensed together in a false and real way, and it seemed that every sword light was real.

Thousands of swords pierced through the heart, and Yechen was enveloped in indistinguishable sword light. Each sword carried the power to destroy the world, and the power carried by each sword was no less than Qing Yang's full blow before breaking through.

At the same time, Yechen also moved.

Unlike Yu Qingyang, the sword shadows around Yechen all shrank and condensed on the magic sword.

Immediately, a stunning sword light flashed across the void, and in Qingyang's Wan Dao Sword Shadow, this sword was still as dazzling as a shooting star in the dark night, but Yu Qingyang's destructive Wan Dao Sword Shadow was like Like a wavering star, all the light was taken away by Yechen's sword shadow.

With a single strike, thousands of sword shadows were shattered, but Yechen's sword was still shining brightly.

Swordsmanship, nameless!
(End of this chapter)