C1582

"Ah..."

A shrill scream issued, Emperor Yang resolutely fly out, a face of fear, stone sword also out of his big hand.

"How can it be, how can this be possible!"

Emperor Yang can't believe a murmur, seems to have no idea like this.

Brush At this time, Chu Chen opened his eyes, staring at emperor Yang indifferently, his pupil exuded the merciless meaning of death.

"There's nothing impossible. Even if you surpass me in the realm of kendo, it doesn't mean you can win. Your sword skill is superb and you have mastered the law of sword. It can be called amazing talent. However, the sword is not involved, so you are defeated."

The reason why Chu Chen was able to win was to fight with his life. Of course, this was because he did not use the big broken spear and the Honghuang Tianlu, but since he said that he wanted to compare his sword skills, he could only use the sword.

Chu Chen left Ning Sansheng on the meteorite with a startling sword, imprinted in his mind, thousands of times of memory, understanding, already incomparably familiar.

That sword represents the peak of Ning Sansheng's swordsmanship, so Chu Chen directly moves the whole picture out of his mind and cleaves the sword to Diyang with his heart.

So emperor Yang couldn't hit it with a stone sword, because the sword was illusory. Chu Chen made it real, and then it became void.

In the realm of kendo, chuchen is not as good as Diyang, but in the understanding of swordsmanship, chuchen is better than Diyang, which is the key to the defeat of emperor Yang.

"I lost..." Emperor Yang murmured and could not accept this fact. He was the first genius in the ancient sword world for thousands of years, and he was the only one who practiced the eight wasteland and Six Harmonies sword technique to the eighth level. He wanted to test his sword skill with Chu Chen, but he never thought about it. At the moment, he was defeated by Chu Chen.

Emperor Yang didn't know how the strange sword came out. But Chu Chen said that he had no sword in his heart, which was undoubtedly an insult to a swordsman. He didn't have a sword in his heart.

"I don't want to!" Emperor Yang Mou son cold light flash, brush once staring at Chu Chen, in the eye deep, is full of incomparable cold kill meaning.

"It's no use if you don't like it. Now I'll send you to death." Chu Chen voice cold spit a way, and then the body decisively forward, holding the sword to kill God, no match to kill to the emperor Yang.

Diyang, whose arms have been cut off, has greatly reduced his combat effectiveness. The most important thing is that his sword will is defeated by Chu Chen. At this time, his momentum is weakened. If a warrior's will is defeated, it will even affect the future development of martial arts.

Gazing at the sword, Emperor Yang roared and ran all the laws in his body to meet him. How about losing one arm? He wanted to prove that he was the strongest.

Boom!!!

The two men collided fiercely in the air. However, it is not difficult to see that Diyang has fallen behind. In terms of cultivation, Diyang is the double heaven of Shengwu state, which is the same as Chu Chen, and does not have an advantage. In addition, he has lost his sword skills and is injured. Therefore, Diyang is not the opponent of Chu Chen. At this time, under the strong attack of Chu Chen, he is gradually difficult to resist.

"Will emperor Yang be killed?" Xuanshan thinks in surprise. At this time, her face is very ugly. Not long ago, she also sneered. She thinks that Diyang can kill Chu Chen, but now she can't laugh at all.

Emperor Yang, the first genius in the ancient sword world for thousands of years, cultivated the eight wastes and Six Harmonies sword technique to the eighth level. He could condense the eight sword ideas and master the sword rules, but he was defeated by Chu Chen.

Xuanshan can't react at all. Until now, she still can't believe it. But what she has to accept is that Diyang is indeed defeated. At this time, under the strong attack of Chu Chen, he is already in the downwind. If there is no more cards available, Diyang will surely die.

Although emperor Yang was injured, his cultivation was there. The two Heaven in Shengwu area was very powerful. If he wanted to kill him as soon as possible, he had to use Taoist tools and the secret channel in Chu Chen's heart. He immediately called out the great broken spear and roared out of the sky.

"Tao Qi!"

Emperor Yang exclaimed, staring at Chu Chen in disbelief. He actually owned a Taoist instrument. This is an explosive news that can cause a sensation in the major star regions. The value of a Taoist instrument is immeasurable. Every time a Taoist instrument appears, it will cause a bloody storm shaking for countless years.

Emperor Yang Mou son immediately brightened up, if let him get this Dao tool, the combat power will be able to set foot on a higher realm.

"I'll kill you today, no matter what!"

Emperor Yang swept away the decadent momentum, as if he had got divine power out of thin air. His momentum soared. He manipulated the law of the terrible sword. He killed Chu Chen fiercely. Under the temptation of Taoist instruments, Emperor Yang's desire to fight was completely aroused. He wanted to kill Chu Chen and get the Taoist weapon.

Once successful, in the near future, we will be able to cross the major star regions and launch a three-step sprint towards the celestial path.

"If you want me to be a broken spear, it depends on your ability to withstand the attack."

Chu Chen saw through emperor Yang's mind, mercilessly spit out the way, the power of burning the sky broke out, and the powerful force was directly integrated into the big broken spear. The power of law contained in it, mixed with the incomparable ancient charm, burst out suddenly.

Bang!

The divine spear swept directly on the stone sword waved by Emperor Yang. The fierce force poured out like the Milky way, rolling and roaring out, annihilating the law of the sword. Then Chu Chen came forward and pressed the spear hard, directly spraying blood on emperor Yangzhen's mouth."Die!"

With a roar from the sky, Chu Chen will release all the forces in his body, and the whole person is like a flame, surging.

Boom!!!

The sound of thunder like collision was heard from emperor Yang's body. He was once again spattered with blood. The whole person was so weak that he flew out like a dead dog.

"Kill!"

Chu Chen's eyes were cold, staring at emperor Yang, as if looking at the dead, holding a big broken spear, and stepping forward in the air.

Boom!!!

It was also a full-scale attack. The great broken spear was too terrible. The terrible power contained in the internal security bureau was just like a big demon awakened, sending out a towering momentum.

Di Yang's eyes are a little timid at the moment. He finds that he is not Chu Chen's opponent at all. It is difficult to defeat him. If he continues to fight, his life will be seriously threatened.

No, it's not that he will be threatened. Now, he Diyang has already felt the breath of death, especially in the face of Chu Chen's attack, he has no confidence to resist.

The cold eyes suddenly swept, and di Yang's face showed a trace of ruthlessness. With a big hand, he immediately arrested Xuanshan and threw it at the great broken spear.

"Diyang!"

Xuanshan utters a exclamation. Her eyes are full of panic. She didn't expect that Diyang would take her as a shield.

"I'm here to avenge your father. Now that I'm in trouble, you should help me." Emperor Yang said coldly, but later also did not return, far away away away.

Pooh hee The great broken spear pierced Xuanshan's body directly, turning it into a blood mist and floating in the air. Under Chu Chen's command, the cultivation of tianwu was as vulnerable as bean curd dregs.

"It's not that I want to kill you, it's Diyang who wants you to die. Blame him!"

Chu Chen said coldly, not moved, and then look at the distance, Emperor Yang has disappeared, the huge soul consciousness scattered, toward the distance crazy detection and go.

Immediately Chu Chen's brow a frown: "no trace."

Good cunning guy, Diyang deliberately used means to shield the breath, unable to trace.