Emperor of Death

Chapter 707
In front of Yechen and the others stood a figure, dressed in black, with a black cloak on his shoulders, long black hair tied behind him, standing in the void with his back to everyone.

Seeing that there were still people blocking her, Meng Xinqi said angrily: "A good dog doesn't block the way, whoever doesn't have eyes dares to block the way of Miss Ben."

"Hate, little girl, you are not very young, but your tone is not small." The man in black turned his head, revealing a sharp-edged face.

Yechen said coldly: "The people of Mosazong are really wicked."

This person is Tang Feipeng, the master of Mosazong who chased and killed Yechen back then, and has already stepped into the realm of Wuzong.

Tang Feipeng sneered and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, boy, I really don't know who gave you the courage to kill my Mosazong. This time, I'll see where you are going to escape."

Last time, Yechen escaped by using the power of burrowing into the ground. Now that he is in the air, Tang Feipeng will definitely not let Yechen have the opportunity to burrow into the ground.

Meng Xinqi said to Yechen: "Would you like me to kill him for you?"

Yechen shook his head: "This is my business, I will handle it myself."

Then, Ye Chen continued to look at Tang Feipeng, and said calmly, "If all the people in the Mosazong have this kind of virtue, then there is no need for the Mosazong to exist."

"Hahaha, you want to destroy my Mosazong, boy, let's talk about it after surviving today!" Tang Feiteng laughed loudly, silver power began to gather in the palm of his right hand, his cold eyes stared at Yechen from afar, and said coldly , "Boy, this time, the old man will never give you a chance to escape again."

Yechen's right hand grasped the void, and the silver light suddenly appeared, and it turned into a silver gun in Yechen's hand. The silver gun stabbed forward, and said sharply: "In that case, then I will see how you make it go away." I can't run."

Ye Chen's body shot forward, and the silver spear pierced Tang Feipeng's chest.

"Good time!" Tang Feipeng said loudly, facing the silver spear that Ye Chen stabbed at, the silver light of his right hand blocked the front of the silver spear.

After the tip of the silver spear pierced the ball of light, Yechen felt a huge resistance resisting his progress. The opponent still surpassed him in strength, and when half a foot stepped into the Wuzong, he was completely different in terms of strength and perception. Has surpassed the ordinary Martial Emperor.

Tang Feipeng held Yechen's spear with his right hand, looked up at Yechen in front of him, and said grimly, "Boy, are you ready for death?"

Yechen retracted his spear and smiled coldly: "Today, I want to see who will die first."

After testing the opponent's strength, Yechen's long spear burst into light again, and the silver spear pierced forward. This time, blossoming spear flowers bloomed, confusing Tang Feipeng's eyes.

Tang Feipeng frowned tightly. He didn't expect that Yechen's marksmanship was so superb. This slight flick, like a spear master who has been immersed in marksmanship for hundreds of years, made it difficult for him to capture the real trajectory of the silver spear. .

retreat!

Tang Feipeng's body retreated in the sky, faintly feeling a hint of danger.

Yechen held a long spear, and his body flew out rapidly. The long spear stabbed at Tang Feipeng continuously. Blossoming spear flowers appeared in front of Tang Feipeng's body, and the silver spear turned into countless shadows.

Tang Feipeng no longer dared to block Yechen's silver spear with his hands, a sword appeared in his hand, wrapped in silver light, constantly resisting the silver spear's attack.

"See how you broke my sword intent!" Tang Feipeng shouted sharply.

Unlike spear masters shaking out spears, sword masters will comprehend the meaning of the sword after reaching a certain level, making the long sword more flexible and changeable.

The impact of the silver gun and the sword made a loud sound of metal impact in the sky, forcing Tang Feipeng to keep retreating.

Sharp spear lights continued to shoot out from the silver gun, turning into streaks of silver light and piercing Tang Feipeng's body. While avoiding, Tang Feipeng smashed these spear lights with his sword.

"Break it for me! Yinyue Slash!" Tang Feipeng's sword suddenly drew countless half-moon-shaped sword lights in front of him, and shot at Yechen densely.

Ye Chen's face remained motionless, the silver spear kept defeating the sword light, and his body backed up while constantly changing positions, so as to avoid the sword light.

Tang Feipeng was panting lightly, and at the same time looked at Ye Chen with a sneer, and finally broke Ye Chen's advantage with a move of martial arts.

"Boy!" Tang Feipeng looked at Yechen in shock, and said in a deep voice, "How did your strength improve so quickly? You are just a Martial King. Why do you have such strong death power? Tell me how you did it , I spare your life."

Yechen sneered: "Go to hell and ask, why is a dying person asking so many questions?"

"Looking for death!" Tang Feipeng was furious, and streaks of silver light appeared on the silver sword again, and he said fiercely, "In that case, then I will take it from your corpse. Don't think that you are my opponent with great strength. In terms of strength, you are far behind me."

This time, Tang Feipeng took the initiative to attack, and the sword shrouded Yechen like a violent storm.

The two collided repeatedly in the sky, and the overflowing power ravaged the sky.

The little fat man and the others saw that with the two of them as the center, sword lights and spear lights were constantly shooting out. If those waves of power hit an ordinary Martial King, it would be difficult to resist.

Meng Xinqi murmured: "This kid, this kid is too arrogant!" Instead of relying on the feast of blood, when Yechen really broke out, Meng Xinqi realized that the gap between herself and him was still huge.

She is far from being an opponent to anyone on the battlefield.

The more Tang Feipeng fought, the more frightened he was. In terms of strength, he was obviously on top, but after a battle, he still couldn't help the opponent. Tang Feipeng even felt that the opponent was more comfortable when resisting him.

I am a person who has practiced for more than 200 years, and I have been immersed in swordsmanship for 200 years. In terms of skills, how can I lose to such a junior who is not even 20 years old?

At the same time that there was a lot of unwillingness in his heart, the long sword in Tang Feipeng's hand became more and more sharp.

"Boy, die to me!" Tang Feipeng roared.

Ye Chen smiled coldly and said: "The Emperor Wu is the Emperor Wu, even if you have one foot in the Emperor Wu, you are still the Emperor Wu, as long as you are not the real Emperor Wu, I will kill you today."

"Presumptuous! Tiger Roaring Excalibur" Tang Feipeng shouted loudly, while the two were attacking, Tang Feipeng raised his sword high and slashed at Yechen fiercely. The silver light condensed into a huge tiger and fiercely Pounce on Yechen.

Yechen's body was retreating, the silver spear was shaking, and the silver light bloomed and condensed into a flood dragon, which rushed forward fiercely and strangled with the white tiger.

"Boom!" A huge force exploded in the sky. After the explosion, Yechen and Tang Feipeng continued to rush forward and collided crazily.

(End of this chapter)