Long Chen only used one sword to chop the little Martial God into pieces.
However, he immediately changed his target and set his target on the Heaven Overlord Sword.
Everyone knows that the little Martial God will definitely not die that easily. When he was in the Kingdom of Darkness, the injuries he suffered at the hands of several gray-clothed priests were much more tragic than today.
However, Long Chen completely ignored Xiao Wushen's recovery at this moment with a contemptuous attitude. Instead, he focused on the Cangtian Overlord Sword.
Use the God-Slaying Sword to chop down the masterless Cangtian Overlord Sword.
As for the Ye Futu faction, even Ye Futu doesn't know what Long Chen is doing.
"Boy, let go of that knife." The master of Hanwu Palace shouted angrily in confusion.
In fact, Long Chen's performance has exceeded his imagination.
Even Feng Zhilin couldn't do it. With such a crushing attitude, she could deal with the little Martial God. In other words, if the little Martial God didn't have that immortal body, he would definitely not be Long Chen's opponent. He would die in a few blows. Chen has it in his hands.
At this moment, the broken corpses all over the ground are undergoing strange changes.
The little Valkyrie is invincible and immortal.
Therefore, everyone still has confidence in him.
It's Long Chen. Powerful is powerful. Shocking is enough. But what does he mean now.
Ignore Yang Chen.
To be arrogant to this extent is a strange thing.
But what no one noticed was that every time the God-Slaying Sword struck the Cangtian Overlord Sword, the harsh golden light of Cangtian's yellow sword would become dimmed.
Long Chen resolutely accelerated the speed of swinging his sword.
clang clang clang.
The harsh sound made everyone very uncomfortable.
"You will die. You will die miserably."
The master of Hanwu Palace threatened him.
He looked in the direction of Little Martial God with somewhat frightened eyes.
"Long Chen is really not bad. He actually forced the little Martial God to prepare his last resort."
Even the Master of Hanwu Hall himself found this method terrifying.
Just when the Cangtian Overlord Sword was half dimmed, the blood-stained head of the Little Martial God rolled down in front of Long Chen's eyes. His more than ten body parts had been arranged in a strange formation according to a unique trajectory. Law.
"Long Chen." Little Martial God looked at him coldly.
Long Chen raised his head. The movements of his hands did not stop. He swung the God-Destroying Sword again and again, as if cutting into the heart of the little Martial God.
"What's the matter?"
Xiao Wushen's tone was extremely cold. He said: "Yes. I should thank you for giving me freedom. I also look forward to fighting with you. Next, I will use my most perfect state, a state that I have never shown to others. I'm here to deal with you. I respect you enough. But... let go of my knife."
Long Chen laughed. The God-Slaying Sword was about to be upgraded. He would not let go of the knife in his hand. He said: "Hurry up. I can't wait any longer. But, about the sword, I can only say Stop thinking about it."
The little Martial God's eyes turned red. Only one head was left, with an extremely ferocious expression. He roared in pain: "Long Chen, I'm warning you once. Let go of my knife..."
Long Chen had never seen him so excited before.
He was curious. He didn't stop moving his hands, but asked: "Give me a reason."
Xiao Wushen fell into a state of madness. He kept chattering: "This is the gift he gave me. I must cherish it. This is the gift he gave me. The gift... is the only gift in my life... …”
"He must be Ye Futu." Long Chen said the name without hesitation.
Yang Chen is a pitiful man.
He thought he was pretending to be the same, but Long Chen could see through his heart.
Hearing this name, Xiao Wushen looked at Long Chen in astonishment.
"That's enough, you." Long Chen raised his sword and struck the Cangtian Overlord Sword hard. There was a loud clang, and a tiny crack appeared in the Cangtian Overlord Sword. Long Chen glared at Xiao Martial God at this moment and sneered coldly. Said: "Yang Chen, don't think how pitiful you are. You are doing all this on your own. You are not the kind of person who is grateful. You are not pitiful at all, because you brought this on yourself."
Everyone has his own obsession.
The reason why Xiao Wushen allowed Ye Futu to discipline him obediently was probably because of his obsession.
These words were like a knife cutting into Yang Chen's heart, exposing his wounds in public. Long Chen's words were very straightforward, but he couldn't admit it. He was even more like crazy, using a terrifying volume. Roared: "Let go of this knife. It is my only gift. I ask you to let it go..."
Long Chen snorted coldly and used all his strength to cut down the God-Slaying Sword. This time he struck directly on the dim crack of the Cangtian Overlord Sword. There was a click. The golden sword looked at Yang Chen's dull gaze. In it, it turned into pieces.
The gray killing intent of the God-Slaying Sword has increased a lot.
The fourth path pattern begins to form immediately.
In order to deceive others, Long Chen stretched out his hand to cover up the fourth Dao pattern. If the magical function of the God-Slaying Sword was leaked, it would definitely cause another bloody storm.
The Taoist weapon with five majestic Taoist patterns was chopped into pieces.
The golden debris that filled the sky was like the body and heart of the little Martial God at this time. It completely collapsed.
This Taoist artifact that has existed for hundreds of thousands of years and has been owned by countless generations has been destroyed today.
It became the food for Long Chen's God-Slaying Sword.
On the Ye Futu faction side, everyone was heartbroken to death when they saw the peerless treasure gone like this. At the same time, they were full of anger towards Long Chen.
Many people can hardly restrain themselves and are ready to take action.
"To destroy such a magical weapon. What a crime."
"Little Martial God has not yet exerted the full power of the Heaven Overlord Sword."
While everyone was feeling sorry, Ye Futu and others were paying attention to the changes in Xiao Wushen.
Perhaps the smashing of the Cangtian Overlord Sword would be an unprecedented blow to Yang Chen.
His eyes dimmed for a while. Then they almost turned blood red. They turned into anger. Madly burning anger. An undisguised animal shape burst out from Yang Chen's body. All parts of his body were burning golden. flame.
"It's done. If you use this move, you will definitely win." Even Ye Futu said with such certainty.
The destruction of the Cangtian Overlord Sword didn't matter to him at all. Only Yang Chen would take this matter so seriously.
His only gift was broken. He seemed to be dead. The only obsession left was to fight and kill.
"Death. I want you to die."
The little Valkyrie roared like a demon.
"Give you a fair chance."
Long Chen stepped back fifty steps and did not choose to take advantage of the opportunity to strike.
On the side of the little Martial God, the anger and the fire of transformation were intertwined. An unprecedented and terrifying change occurred. Everything burned crazily. Those body parts were piled up in the eye of the formation. The ancient formation began. Operation. Above the sky, golden clouds began to gather. Above the clouds, bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded. The outline of a tall divine body was looming above it.
"Possessed by the Eighteen Gods of War."
As long as they are old, they basically recognize this innate Taoist method.
This is the most essential part of Wushen Palace.
Almost every generation of Zhenwu emperors would use this trick.
This is the myth of Wushen Palace.
Of course. Only by practicing the way of fighting can you cultivate the possession of the Eighteen Martial Gods.
However, if you don't understand the way of fighting thoroughly enough, you will never be able to use this move. Except for the three great martial masters present, it can be said that no one else is at this level.
However, Xiao Wushen rarely did it.
It can be seen that his understanding of the way of heaven is also not low.
"Although I don't know how the little Martial God did it. But the power of using the possession of the Eighteen Martial Gods is simply unimaginable."
"This is one of the highest-level secret codes in the Zhenwu Emperor's Palace. There are very few people who can successfully practice it. Every time it is used, it shakes the three realms and nine realms. The little Martial God used it today. It can be regarded as consolidating his martial arts status. ."
"To be honest, I can use the possession of the Eighteen Martial Gods. I seem to have the qualifications to serve as the Holy Martial Emperor."
"Oh, these two children have their own advantages and disadvantages. It would be perfect if they merged into one person."
These are very fair comments.
After hearing this, Long Chen felt a lot of pressure.
Fortunately, I have reached the ninth level of the Divine Martial Realm. Otherwise, I would have been in trouble today. From the current point of view, I still have the strength to fight.
At this moment, among the golden clouds, golden figures descended from the sky.
The Sanskrit sound continues.
The god appears. This is the god who belongs to the Zhenwu Emperor Palace. Everyone can't help but feel yearning and worship. It is said that the Zhenwu Emperor Palace was established by one of the eighteen Martial Gods in ancient times. The Eighteen Martial Gods are mysterious and noble. They are the shadows of today. It's hard to see each one clearly. However, every time a shadow falls on the little Martial God, the power of the little Martial God will skyrocket.
Long Chen's eyes became heavier and heavier.
Everyone on Wen Renxi's side was almost in despair. Judging from the current angry situation of Xiao Wushen, he would definitely not let Long Chen go.
boom.
Eighteen warrior gods. All come.
The power of the gods has a kind of superiority on the life level. This makes everyone have the urge to kneel down in front of the little Martial God.
When all the golden clouds poured into Xiao Wushen's body, his body experienced a terrifying surge. It rose to more than three meters. His whole body was filled with golden power. His body seemed to be cast from gold. The same. Becoming glittering. Like a golden god of war.
The marks of the eighteen Martial Gods are all reflected on Yang Chen's body, forming dense divine patterns.
Roar.
The only place on his body that was a different color was his blood-red eyes.
At this moment, he was staring at Long Chen.
It’s unclear how strong the current Xiao Wushen is.
Long Chen gritted his teeth.
"You stubborn guy. If I don't let you sober up, you won't wake up. It's time to be relieved."
This battle is not only for myself and for Feng Zhilin, but also for Yang Chen.
Under the spotlight and worries, Long Chen moved forward resolutely.