At this moment, Feng Shaoyu's heart trembled like never before.
He recognized this voice. It had echoed in his mind countless times over the past three hundred years and was extremely familiar.
This was exactly the voice of his eldest brother, Pochen Martial Emperor, and the voice of the person who was assassinated by him.
The hair on his body stood up, his heart trembled, and he was extremely frightened.
How can this be?
Back then, he watched Qin Chen fall into the Death Canyon and fall into the endless gray murderous aura. In that place, strong men at the peak Martial Emperor level would instantly fall after entering. However, Qin Chen was only at the peak Martial Emperor level, even if his strength reached
How could one survive at the level of Emperor Wu?
But now, whether it's Qin Chen's voice, expression, or the aura from the soul level, or even the Ten Thousand Gods Technique that Qin Chen displays.
It was clearly shown that the person in front of him was the Martial Emperor Pochen, not some so-called successor.
"You...you're not dead!"
Feng Shaoyu looked at Qin Chen in horror, his soul shaking violently, and his body was shattered bit by bit under the annihilation of the sword light.
"That's right, it's me, Feng Shaoyu. Three hundred years ago, you colluded with Shangguan Xi'er and framed me. Today, I want to kill you!"
Qin Chen did not hesitate and increased the power of the mysterious rusty sword. Boom, the terrifying sword energy surged and was about to completely cut Feng Shaoyu apart.
"Boy, it's not that easy to kill me."
At the critical moment, the old voice sounded angrily.
"Apparition!"
boom!
A strange aura suddenly surged from Feng Shaoyu's body, and it instantly blocked Qin Chen's sword light. The sword light roared and sent Feng Shaoyu flying away.
boom!
His chest exploded violently, revealing a huge gap, but that mysterious power withstood most of the damage for him, resulting in him being seriously injured but not dead.
"Phantom of Death!"
Blocking Qin Chen's blow, Feng Shaoyu's figure flashed, and instantly turned into a dark shadow of light, suddenly appeared above the large formation in the square, and activated the ancient disk. Above the disk, black light surged,
With a bang, a gap was created in the large formation on the square.
Whoosh!
Gray mist bloomed all over Feng Shaoyu's body, and he rushed out from the gap, trying to escape from this place.
"Well, he's not dead yet?"
Qin Chen frowned. He didn't expect that at this critical moment, this ancient powerful man could still perform such a secret technique. The mysterious rusty sword surged in his hand, and infinite sword energy suddenly exploded, like a tornado of sword energy, blocking Feng Shaoyu.
retreat.
"Tian Yao Pan!"
At the critical moment, the ancient disc flashed and turned into a misty shadow, slashing out, chi chi chi, countless black threads lingering, beautiful and exuding the aura of the mysterious avenue, blocking Qin Chen's sword with a bang.
Before the Qi attack, he cut through Qin Chen's sword Qi blockade, and rushed out of the Holy Capital Square with Feng Shaoyu wrapped in his arms.
"puff!"
During the flight, Feng Shaoyu opened his mouth and spurted out blood, injuring himself more and more, but his speed of escape did not stop. In a flash, he disappeared from everyone's sight.
On speed.
Feng Shaoyu had reached the limit of semi-saint level in an instant, and it was extremely strange and unusual.
"Emperor Xuanyuan escaped?"
Fu Qiankun and others have not yet reacted.
Everyone on the field looked at this scene in shock. What did they see? Qin Chen actually drove Emperor Xuanyuan away. Is the world about to change in the martial arts domain?
No one dares to underestimate Emperor Xuanyuan,
The terrifying strength shown by Emperor Xuanyuan before could definitely kill the peak Martial Emperor in an instant, but even such a master was seriously injured under Qin Chen's attack, and even almost died, and could only escape in embarrassment.
Although Qin Chen was also injured, in comparison, he was much better than Feng Shaoyu.
Everyone has a vague feeling that a new era is coming.
"Boy Qin Chen, that day's pan is definitely a holy treasure. And in that moment, this person burned the origin of his soul. I'm afraid his soul has been traumatized."
At this moment, in the jade dish of creation, Lao Yuan hurriedly said in a condensed voice.
"Holy treasure?"
Qin Chen's eyes narrowed. Although the origin of the terrifying powerful man in Feng Shaoyu's body was unknown, he was undoubtedly a saint-level master. If he was allowed to escape, he would definitely become a big disaster in the future.
"Swordsmanship!"
Qin Chen's eyes narrowed, and he frantically urged the mysterious rusty sword in his hand. A terrifying sword light suddenly erupted from the rusty sword. A black stream of light was like a phantom, piercing the void, rising into the sky with wind, thunder and indestructible sharpness.
.
"go!"
boom!
The mysterious rusty sword was activated, and it suddenly sank into the void, chasing after it and bursting into terrifying black wind and thunder.
At this moment.
Feng Shaoyu, who had escaped thousands of miles away, felt cold and was locked by an invisible force.
He even felt that whichever side of the void he was in was faintly locked, and the escape technique of the phantom of death felt shackles.
The art of sword control is a terrifying secret art of swordsmanship in ancient times. It is also an extremely heaven-defying secret art that Qin Chen has seen. After practicing it to the extreme, it can penetrate the endless void and take people's heads. It is terrifyingly powerful.
Now, Qin Chen's swordsmanship skills have reached a certain level, and he can lock people's heads from thousands of miles away and perform killing moves.
Boom!
That ray of wind and thunder sword light seemed to jump out from the crack in space, appeared directly at the back of Feng Shaoyu who was escaping, and slashed down.
"What?"
"Tian Yao Pan!"
The ancient powerful man was furious and activated his soul power again. The simple black disc, like an eagle, quickly blocked in front of him.
boom!
The two forces collided, and a dazzling light bloomed on the Tianyao disk. The terrifying shock wave shocked Feng Shaoyu to the point where he coughed up blood and was in a state of embarrassment.
When he finally blocked it, his body split open and blood splattered as he persisted.
"Phantom of Death!"
Feng Shaoyu burned his essence and blood, roared crazily, and escaped at a faster speed with the help of the ancient powerful man.
If he stayed in the Bloodline Holy Land, he would basically not be able to escape death. If Fu Qiankun and other masters from many forces approached him, they would inevitably beat him up.
"Qin Chen, you are not dead. I don't care how you survived. When I escape and come back in the future, I will kill you again!"
Feng Shaoyu felt fear in his heart, and at the same time he felt unprecedented humiliation and resentment.
At this moment, the first thing he had to do was to tell Shangguan Xi'er this secret. What would Shangguan Xi'er's expression be like if she knew this secret?
at this time.
"Whoops..."
The mysterious rusty sword came through the air again, slashing violently.
Feng Shaoyu made a muffled sound and spurted out blood again. His heart was filled with fear. He had already escaped so far, but this swordsmanship could still follow him. How could it be so terrifying?
And he was frightened that the ancient powerful man was even angrier than him.
As a former saint-level powerhouse, he had been so majestic in ancient times. When had he ever been made so embarrassed by a junior? The humiliation and anger in his heart could not be suppressed.