The moment he saw the phantom of the Fang family saint appear again, Xu Chen's face completely changed.

Want to curse.

At the same time, a feeling of powerlessness surged in my heart.

After looking at the Tissot ship and then at the phantom of the saint, Xu Chen sighed, turned around and left without hesitation.

The phantom of the saint came with endless anger. He never expected that his dignified saint would suffer a great loss in the hands of an ant.

Even a saint is projected from thousands of miles apart. Even a saint is extremely consuming spiritual power and mental energy. What's more, the previous projection was even broken up, which is a considerable loss for the saint.

.

His strength is that he can project over thousands of miles away. On the one hand, it is because of the Tissot ship. He established contact with the Tissot ship, and it is undoubtedly much easier to project the projection.

But it is always the case.

Two long-distance projections were also a huge expense to him. After this battle, he might have to stay in seclusion for several years before he could recover.

It's not possible to project.

because.

If he does not project, he will lose the only holy soldier of Tissot.

This time, he came with endless murderous intent and anger.

The moment he saw Xu Chen, he snorted coldly and jumped onto the deck of the Tissot ship.

This time.

He will no longer give Xu Chen a chance to turn the tables against the wind.

He had to completely crush Xu Chen with a strong attitude. Only in this way can he relieve the hatred in his heart.

"kill!"

He drove the Tissot ship, sweeping over the amazing aura of Peiran Mo Yu, and appeared behind Xu Chen in an instant.

"Spiritual Slaughter!"

The saint phantom was anxious about Xu Chen, so he stopped holding back and directly used his tricks.

With the void shaking violently.

A large spiritual hand, like the right hand of the god, broke through the void, swept through the terrible stream of light, and suppressed Xu Chen, who was determined to escape in front of him.

Xu Chen's expression changed slightly, but he did not look back and continued to escape wildly.

As the spiritual power hand was about to submerge him, the cold light transformed by the Tianlang sword slammed hard on the spiritual power hand.

"boom!"

The Tianlang Sword was directly bombarded by the spiritual power hand. The light of the spiritual power hand dimmed a little, but it still suppressed it forward.

but.

Also because of the moment when Tianlang Sword blocked the spiritual power master, Xu Chen took the opportunity to completely escape from the attack range of the spiritual power master.

There was a rumbling sound.

The spiritual power hand lost the target of Xu Chen and fell down fiercely. The earth was split into pieces and magma gushed.

Although Xu Chen avoided the attack of the spiritual power master, the shock wave that the spiritual power master hit still had an impact on him, and his qi and blood were surging.

Xu Chen swallowed the blood that was rushing into his throat, his eyes were cold, and he swept towards the big crack at the end of the valley.

The Saint Phantom drove the Tissot ship at a very fast speed. Xu Chen could not get rid of the opponent at all and escape to other places. Sooner or later, he would be caught up by the Saint Phantom and then be bombarded and killed by force.

There are two ways he thought of to get rid of the phantom of the saint. One is to directly enter the Heavenly Emperor Palace, but he would not use this method unless it was absolutely necessary.

The second is to escape into the big crack and use the complex situation in the crack to get rid of the phantom of the saint.

While Xu Chen escaped, he also controlled the Tianlang Sword and continued to attack the Saint's Phantom continuously, blocking the Saint's Phantom's speed.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

The Tianlang Sword was wrapped in an astonishing killing sword intent, bombarding the defense barrier of the Tissot ship again and again, creating layers of energy ripples.

"Sword-controlling technique?!"

Looking at the Tianlang Sword that was constantly attacking, the phantom of the saint showed a hint of greed.

Sword-controlling technique.

Thirty thousand years ago, the sword saint Ye Xiaoran created his own sword control technique and killed a great enemy in the Saint Realm with one sword thousands of miles away. After that, Ye Xiaoran became more and more brave and his cultivation also improved by leaps and bounds. Finally, he advanced to the Saint King.

When he was in his position, he relied on his sword-controlling skills to easily defeat many long-standing Saint Kings, establishing the reputation of the No. saint of Zhenwu Continent.

But since the death of the sword saint Ye Xiaoran, his sword control skills have been lost.

Unexpectedly, today he actually saw the long-lost sword-control technique.

A look of greed suddenly burned in his eyes.

The continuous attack of the Tianlang Sword made the Tissot ship unable to increase its speed, and he actually watched Xu Chen's figure get farther and farther away.

The saint's phantom grabbed forward with his right hand, and a spiritual hand directly grabbed the Tianlang sword.

"Broken to me!"

The saint phantom shouted coldly.

Suddenly pinched hard.

Although it was just a phantom, with his current power, he could crush the top-grade spiritual weapon under his bare hands.

The spiritual power hand exerted force violently.

The expected scene of the spirit sword shattering did not happen.

The tenacity of the Tianlang Sword is far beyond imagination.

Under the grip of the spiritual power hand, not only did it not collapse, but it did not even have any damage.

"This sword..."

The phantom of the saint showed an accident.

At this moment, the Tianlang Sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling sword intent. With a sneer, the spiritual power hand was torn apart by the Tianlang Sword, and the Tianlang Sword also broke free from the constraints of the spiritual power hand.

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at the same time.

Xu Chen finally appeared next to the crack. Looking at the bottomless crack, he got in without hesitation.

"Swish~"

The Tianlang sword flew back and flew into the crack immediately.

There was a rumbling sound.

The big hand covering the sky fell one step later.

"Escape, even if you escape to the ends of the world, you will never be able to escape death."

The saint phantom urged the Tissot ship and rushed into the crack without hesitation.

However.

As soon as the phantom of the saint entered the big crack, a cold light came towards him.

The powerful impact force caused the Tissot ship to stumble slightly.

Seeing this, the saint's phantom was so angry that his teeth were itchy.

The sword-controlling technique is really difficult.

If it weren't for the continuous bombardment of the Tianlang Sword, he would have caught up with Xu Chen and killed him with one palm.

After chasing, not only did they not chase Xu Chen, but they were run further and further away by the latter.

The phantom of the saint was so angry that he directly activated the Tissot ship and crashed towards the Tianlang Sword.

No matter how hard the Tianlang Sword is, can it be harder than the holy soldiers? If you don’t believe it, you can’t break the Tianlang Sword?

However, under Xu Chen's control, the Tianlang Sword did not fight him head-on. The sword light flashed and disappeared from the spot, causing the Tissot ship to crash into the air.

While controlling the Tianlang Sword, Xu Chen kept harassing the saint's phantom, and rushed down desperately.

I don’t know how many meters I had plundered, but suddenly a familiar explosion of air came from the front.

Xu Chen knew that the strong wind was coming.

"Here you come."

With a thought, Tianlang Sword quickly returned to his side, raised his hand and punched a cave on the stone wall beside him, and flew his body and crawled directly into it.

Just the moment Xu Chen crawled into the cave, the strong wind roared and a terrifying storm swept from bottom to top.

The phantom of the saint who was urging the Tissot ship to fly down quickly, saw the sweeping storm, and did not care. The Tissot ship was urging to force it through the storm.

The storm swept by wave.
To be continued...