Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"Pyroblast!"

At this time, Di Yan shook Xiang Chen away with his sword, grabbed the gap in Xiang Chen's stance, and quickly punched out.

This punch came so fast and fierce that Xiang Chen had no time to block it with any moves, so he could only use his immortal energy to resist.

break!

However, the immortal essence was hit by this violent punch and shattered into pieces, and streaks of scorching flames struck Xiang Chen.

Xiang Chen's expression changed and he retreated violently, but the flames were too fast and he couldn't dodge them.

puff! puff! puff! puff!

A stream of flames shot into Xiang Chen's chest and exploded. Xiang Chen vomited blood and retreated.

Yang Xi and others' expressions changed slightly when they saw this scene. Her and Xiang Chen's fates were now connected, and Xiang Chen had lost all their previous efforts in vain.

And Di Yan smiled ferociously, his body turned into golden lightning and he flew up, slashing at Xiang Chen with a sword.

"Die!"

This sword came down with a violent sword energy. Xiang Chen's eyes were filled with blood. As if nothing happened, he raised his sword and struck the sword horizontally, knocking back the emperor's flame.

"How is it possible? How could you not be affected by my Pyroblast Fist?"

Di Yan was shocked and angry.

On Xiang Chen's chest under his robe, blood scales appeared. If he hadn't mobilized the power of his blood to emerge the blood scales, the pyrotechnic fist just now could have seriously injured him, but it was blocked by the blood scales of the Shura body.

"You don't know, there are more? You came to me to help me get qualified, right? Thank you for delivering the express like this and using your life to get me to the top!"

Xiang Chen coldly inserted the dragon fang sword into his hands, and the energy from his hands surged out, instantly condensing twenty swords with thunder god patterns that were indestructible. With a wave of his hands, twenty thunder god pattern swords were shot towards him. Emperor Flame.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

A series of thunder-marked swords came at them, and Di Yan's expression changed, and he kept slashing with his sword to resist.

But at this time, Xiang Chen drew his sword and stepped into the sky again. The sword gathered the astonishing power of thunder, and it fell from the sky and stabbed down, the man and the sword merged into one.

"Ten thousand calamities, divine punishment!"