"Hmph! You bitch, I admit that you do have a problem.
But this time, you are not so lucky.
Even if you possess a secret treasure, Elder Lu is still capable of crushing you to death."
Zhong Sheng looked extremely ferocious.
The more powerful Ye Chen showed, the more unbalanced he felt in his heart.
Why is it that a young man of about twenty years old is so much more powerful than him, the Holy Son of the Black Dragon Holy Land?
If Lu Qing, a half-step holy master, was not protecting him today, he would definitely be in bad luck.
Therefore, at this moment, Zhong Sheng just wanted to get rid of Ye Chen as soon as possible and never wanted to see him again.
"Annoying fly! Die."
Ye Chen glanced at Zhong Sheng coldly, and with a thought in his mind, he activated the nine golden swords and roared towards Zhong Sheng.
A mere ant, but he dared to speak rudely to him again and again.
I really think he is a soft persimmon and I can pinch him as much as I want!
"No! Elder Lu, stop him quickly!"
Zhong Sheng couldn't help but stand on end all the hairs on his body, and said with an extremely frightened expression.
At this moment, he could feel a strong death threat from above the nine golden swords.
Even if his strength were several times stronger, he would never be able to stop these golden swords.
If Ye Chen wanted to kill him, it would be no different from killing a dog.
"Hmph! Little beast, as long as I'm here, you can't even think of hurting the Holy Son!"
At this moment, Lu Qing suddenly let out an angry shout.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying and monstrous holy power surged out of his body, condensing into a huge black fist, like an ancient magic mountain, and blasted towards the nine swords.
This is a famous low-level saint-level magical power in their Black Dragon Holy Land, called Black Mountain Fist, and it has been cultivated to the peak level by Lu Qing.
Even the state of perfection is not far away.
In addition, Lu Qing's holy power is many times more powerful than Wu Bei's.
Therefore, the power of this magical power is simply not comparable to the power of Wu Bei's bones.
Bang bang bang!
The next moment, the nine golden swords collided fiercely with the black fist, making a thunderous noise that almost shattered everyone's eardrums.
Immediately afterwards, the nine golden war swords flew out like kites with broken strings.
However, dense cracks appeared above the black fist, and then exploded in the air and disappeared without a trace.
"What? This little beast can even be defused by Elder Lu's magical power. How is this possible?"
The surrounding powerful men from the Black Dragon Holy Land all stared at the boss, as if they had seen a ghost.
Just now, Ye Chen killed Wu Bei, which was enough to shock them.
But now, he is able to withstand even half a step of the Saint Master's attack.
This is simply like a fantasy.
"Hmph! Little beast, it seems that your soul power has reached its limit!
I want to see what you are going to use to fight me?"
Lu Qing said with a ferocious smile, the corners of his mouth full of mockery.
Although, Ye Chen successfully blocked his magical power.
However, he was not surprised at all.
Because Ye Chen's soul power is already comparable to the top first-level holy soul master.
It is normal to be able to block his magical power.
However, Lu Qing's most powerful method is not his magical power, but the power of his bones.
As long as he activates the power of his bones, no matter how hard Ye Chen struggles, he can't escape the fate of being crushed to death by him.
"The frog in the well."
Ye Chen's expression looked extremely calm, and he looked at Lu Qing as if he were looking at a miserable ant.
Buzz!
The next moment, from the depths of his sea of consciousness, an extremely violent divine soul power surged out, covering the area within a hundred feet.
However, this divine soul power is not much stronger than before.
After all, this power of the soul is the limit that Ye Chen can exert now.
Unless he uses the Violent Soul Emperor Technique, one of the ten great Emperor Techniques.
Otherwise, it will be difficult for his soul power to be improved.
However, someone like Lu Qing is simply not worthy of forcing him to perform the Soul-Breaking Emperor Technique.
He has many ways to kill the opponent.
"Haha! You bitch, it seems you are really at your wits end!"
Don’t you want to kill me? Come here quickly!”
Zhong Sheng saw that Ye Chen's soul power had not changed at all, and couldn't help laughing, with an extremely arrogant expression.
In his opinion, the move Ye Chen performed just now must be his most powerful blow.
However, Lu Qing just used his magical power to block him.
If Lu Qing also used the power of his bones, he would definitely make Ye Chen die without a burial place.
Because of this, he is so confident.
"Okay! Little beast, it's time to send you on your way! If I'm to blame, I blame you for being too arrogant. You dare to enter the Sword King's Secret Realm with your little cultivation. You're really asking for your own death."
Lu Qing's tone was full of joking.
If Ye Chen's soul can break through the Heavenly Soul Realm and become a first-level holy soul master.
So, he is definitely the one who died today.
Unfortunately, Ye Chen is too arrogant.
…
Sizzle!
The next moment, streaks of blood-red thunder and lightning surged out from behind Lu Qing, emitting a heaven-destroying aura that made people's souls tremble.
This is the blood thunder root bone he awakened, and it is also a holy grade primary root bone.
Although, his root bone development level is only at the third level like Wu Bei's.
However, the difference in strength between the two is astonishing.
Lu Qing's cultivation level has made him half-step into the Saint Master realm.
"This time, I don't believe this little beast is still alive."
The strong men in the Black Dragon Holy Land sneered, as if they had seen the scene where Ye Chen was chopped into ashes.
"It's over! Lord Ye Chen is dead!"
The powerful men in Ziyun Holy Land all looked extremely desperate.
In fact, it was incredible enough for them that Ye Chen could persist until now.
Unfortunately, this time, no miracle will happen again.
"You little beast, go to hell and repent, the wrath of blood and thunder!"
As Lu Qing roared angrily, the blood-colored thunder and lightning behind him seemed to turn into dragons, densely attacking Ye Chen.
The area within a thousand feet radius was instantly flooded by the dazzling lightning.
No matter how fast Ye Chen was, it was absolutely impossible to avoid this blow.
roar!
Just when everyone thought that Ye Chen was bound to die, a terrifying dragon roar echoed in the canyon, the sound penetrated the cracked gold and stone, and shook the sky.
I saw that behind Ye Chen, a yellow dragon hundreds of feet long appeared at some point, protecting him firmly in the middle.