The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 339: Name of the Sword God

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Chapter 339 The Name of the Sword God

"Okay, okay, it's fun, take me another punch!"

Ye Chen laughed loudly, stepping on the world, **** away from the dragon and snake, in the void, just a flash of lightning flashed. Actually attracted by Ye Chen's fist. Turned into a light like a snake, attached to Ye Chen's fist.

At that moment, Ye Chen's figure was imprinted in the void, as bright as the last light that burst out before the sunset.

"Sunset over the Long River!"

With this punch, the surging Zhenyuan and Xianjia martial arts, plus the power of heaven and earth, are united.

Ye Chen now has the golden core and the destructive power of the four types of Xianwu, which naturally increases. The power is more than double the previous one, and the world is shaken by it, and the sun and the moon are churning. The sea was still tens of meters apart, and it was pulled out of a long white waterway. The waterway is shaped like a swimming dragon, like an invisible dragon grazing the sea.

"Boom——!"

The golden light that burst out from this punch was as dazzling as the morning light. Xiao Yijue's face showed a trace of dignity, and his right hand was gently pressed on the long sword at his waist.

Haotian Sword!

This sword is the sword-making villa, exhausting the power of three generations of grandparents, and the legendary sword that was forged was obtained by Xiao Yi after stepping down to the sword-making villa.

After that, he fought in the South and North, and didn't know how many treasures he had collected. They were all used to forge this divine sword. Finally, with the help of Ou Yezi's descendants, he successfully built it.

It is said that on the day of the sword, the wind was surging, the sun and the moon changed color, the crown covered the entire Yanjing, and the colorful glow of the sun reflected the night like the day.

"It's a good sword."

Ye Chen glanced at the past, and also praised ten percent. This Haotian Sword was of the Lingbao level, even if it was compared to the Star Slaying Sword of Old Man Xingxie, it was not inferior.

"Whhhhhhhh!"

With a burst of dragon chanting, Xiao Yi's great power shook China, and the Haotian sword that frightened and frightened many powerful men was finally out of its sheath.

As soon as the Haotian Sword came out, a white rainbow flashed between heaven and earth. This white rainbow stretched across the sky, spanning a dozen feet long, and its sword light was like a raging wave, bringing the mighty power of the sky and the earth, drawing a perfect arc in the mid-air.

Xiao Yijue actually lifted the weight lightly, holding a hundred jin ancient sword, like a dancing embroidery needle, laying down a sword field. This sword field is about fifteen feet in radius, and it makes up for the sword gang that he has been practicing for a hundred years. It looks soft as water, but it is actually harder than steel.

This sword field can be regarded as the pinnacle of Xiao Yijue's kendo in his life, and it is not comparable to Ito Musashi's kind of stuff. He is fascinated by swordsmanship, and is invaded by all skills. Even the several gods joined forces to besiege, and they couldn't break through. Even if it is bombarded by missiles, it will be weakened by the sword energy in the sword domain, and eventually its strength will be lost.

Qing Chuan Ying on the vice peak saw this sword, and her heart was ashamed: "Xiao Yi is definitely worthy of being the **** of the sword. It's ridiculous that I have been arrogant and arrogant before, thinking that Master is the number one swordsman in the world. Compared with the two strong players who are fighting, what kind of extreme spirit sword flow is not worth mentioning!"

The other gods also looked solemn, and Xiao Yijue's Haotian Sword was unsheathed, which meant that he was going to be true. And this sword domain, because of their full strength, they are not sure to break through. Especially a master who also uses a sword, his hands clenched involuntarily.

"Faced with this sword, I had to use the Thousand Hands Tathagata to print, otherwise there would be no chance of winning. I don't know what method Ye Chen used to break this perfect sword field?"

Langri Living Buddha, his pupils shrank, thinking secretly.

"Good sword!"

Ye Chen sighed, and then the whole person turned into a golden morning sun, the clouds and the mist, with thunder light, came from a condescending bombardment, unexpectedly trying to break this sword domain with strength.

In the eyes of outsiders, I saw in the sky, as if there was an extra dazzling golden light, which was tens of meters long, violently hitting the sword field.

"Boom——!"

But seeing the golden light exploded, the energy exploded, and the sky and the earth shook.

I saw a bright electric glow, spreading in all directions from the intersection of the two. Immediately afterwards, there was the scattered energy and fists, and finally, there were invisible shock waves.

The mighty energy swept over hundreds of meters. Except for a few gods who were able to stand on the spot, the other masters were forced to carry the body guards, but they still regressed. It retreated to a hundred meters away in a row.

At this time, the wealthy princes who were arranged on the furthest vice peak knew why they could only watch here, because they were closer, and depending on their physical fitness, they might have died a long time ago.

"My God..."

Xu Duo muttered to himself with a look of horror, and other people also looked at the question and saw that there was not even a trace of rain in a radius of tens of meters centered on the two of them, forming a vacuum. And the ground around them was sunken out of thin air, like a huge bowl, pressed several meters deep by the invisible huge force.

"Who wins and who loses this blow?" Everyone opened their eyes wide, staring dumbfounded.

"Ha--!"

I saw Ye Chen laugh out loud. The figure shook, volleyed back dozens of meters. His body was in mid-air, like a dragon, unexpectedly slammed and punched again.

"Xing Chui Mu Ye!"

Xiao Yi's face is like a deep pool, and the ancient well has no waves. It just danced the Haotian Sword in his hand and continued to transform into the White Rainbow Sword Domain, stopping Ye Chen's blow.

"Boom boom boom!"

The mountain top is like being baptized by artillery fire, and the chain ringing endlessly, everyone only feels that there are countless meteors falling in the midair, colliding with Xiao Yijue’s sword energy, although these stars soon shattered, but It is not useless.

Joyce's pupils suddenly shrank, and he said coldly: "Xiao Yi will definitely not be able to stop it."

Everyone didn’t know why, but suddenly there were sharp-eyed people who noticed that around Xiao Yijue, that long sword with a handle was actually beginning to break apart. Even if it wasn’t broken, the cracks were still, and they looked shaky. .

Xiao Fu sighed: "Master and these swords have been together in the sword mound for nearly a hundred years, and they have already commanded them like arms. When he couldn't fully receive Ye Chen's attack, he would take those remaining strengths. Pass it to the swords around..."

"This is a big killer that the master specially brought from the sword mound and arranged, but he didn't expect to use it at this time. This Ye Chen... is really terrible!"

Everyone suddenly realized that there was a divine realm: "That Xiao Yijue has set up this place like a sword grave, as if it has become his home court, trying to gain an advantage in the geographical position, you can see that Ye Chen gave His pressure is indeed very great."

Now, everyone can see that something is wrong. Although Ye Chen's fist cuts through the sky like raindrops, it can't break Xiao Yijue's sword energy at all.

The latter was holding his breath at this time, his breathing undulating regularly, and along with his movements, all the long swords around began to tremble with the same frequency.

There are many swordsman masters who can't help but bow their heads in shame. They only feel that they have lived on dogs for decades, so they can only shake their heads and sigh:

"With one's own heart, control the heart of the sword, Mr. Xiao, the name of the sword god, deserves it!"