By this time, no one cares whether the Holy Martial Emperor has been separated.

What they are even more curious about is how powerful the little Martial God will be after being possessed by the Eighteen Martial Gods and becoming like a god.

Long Chen is like his foil, his supporting role. It is precisely because of Long Chen's existence that he inspired the little Martial God's powerful and powerful move through the ages.

Yang Chen, possessed by the Eighteen Gods of War, was like a giant beast from the wild, rushing towards him. The golden light filled the air, his savage and powerful sense of power, and his undying will to fight. They were all so dazzling. On the other hand, Long Chen was pitiful. It's like an ant in the other person's eyes.

"Do you only have hatred for me?"

Long Chen held the two swords in his hands with a fierce gaze.

He could feel the terror of the opponent's power. It was at least a tenfold increase.

In the beginning, Long Chen could suppress the opponent. But he absolutely couldn't do it now.

Roar.

"Go to hell. Go to hell.."

Yang Chen let out a deafening roar. Golden marks appeared on his body and rotated around his body. Every rotation produced huge power, which was gathered into Yang Chen's fists.

Above the martial arts is the way of heaven.

In the way of heaven, there is still a part of martial arts.

And these eighteen martial gods are like practicing the original martial arts as the way of heaven.

The pinnacle of martial arts. Extraordinary combat power and artistic conception. Real fighting. The purest martial arts aura. Possessing unrivaled attack power.

One punch produced a total of eighteen shadows.

Each shadow contains a different fist intention.

The attack of one punch is almost equal to the attack of eighteen punches.

Even in terms of speed, it is several times longer.

Oops.

At that moment, for Long Chen, the world collapsed.

It was a simple punch, but it was the most powerful attack Long Chen had faced since his training until now.

It can be said bluntly that the current Yang Chen is not far behind that black-robed priest.

The crowd let out a wave of exclamations.

Long Chen's eyes narrowed. When the most violent attack came, he moved his position and was reborn with blood. The ancient blood prison formation could make him completely invincible.

call……

Yang Chen actually put away that huge fist, turned around in an instant, and chased Long Chen again. A big battle came again.

Even though Long Chen possessed the Ancient Blood Prison Formation, the opponent was still able to turn around and catch up with him. This shows how terrifying Yang Chen is at this moment.

"Don't just run away, you waste."

Seeing this scene, the Master of Hanwu Hall, who had been humiliated by Long Chen before, sneered and said.

Long Chen really didn't want to run away. When Yang Chen caught up again and the eighteen punches came again, he started with the God-Decapitating Sword that already had four Dao lines. He waved the God-Decapitating Sword wildly and activated the Yan Zi Jue. There were nine in total. The Dao sword energy soared into the sky, dissipated its edge, and instantly weaved into an ancient word "Yen".

Yan is a mysterious word.

The nine gray killing sword energies blocked Yang Chen's pursuit.

Yang Chen roared. He ignored the sword light and continued to move forward. Beyond Long Chen's expectations, nine sword lights shot past his chest, taking away a large amount of golden flesh and blood.

A golden word "Yan" appeared on Yang Chen's chest.

"Don't you understand that you can never kill me with just your sword?"

Yang Chen laughed ferociously. The gathering of savage power, complex fist movements, and extremely fast movements. This time, he actually suppressed all Long Chen's retreat options.

"Is it."

From the beginning to the end, Long Chen never used the Lingxi Sword against him.

"Have you forgotten how I made the ghost Gu die?"

Such cold words reached Yang Chen's ears.

"break."

Yang Chen's heart was shocked, but his face was disapproving. He firmly believed that he was immortal. He had endless power to spread out. He used Zhenwu Wuxiang Combat Code at will. One punch was effective. The golden fist. With the most powerful posture. It was like a flying mountain peak, violently crashing into Long Chen. In desperation, Long Chen could only resist it with his swords crossed in front of his chest.

At that moment, the power coming from the opponent instantly defeated Long Chen's defense.

You know, his current Nirvana power has almost caught up with the warriors who have achieved the second level of Nirvana.

boom.

A loud noise shook the heaven and earth. It also shook everyone's hearts.

"I, Yang Chen, do things according to my own wishes. I don't allow you to talk nonsense."

The power of anger knocked Long Chen from the sky to the ground with one punch. Long Chen was like a comet falling to the ground. It hit the ground and opened a network of cracks.

"Long Chen was defeated."

Seeing this scene, everyone has already confirmed it.

He can't even block the little Valkyrie's punch. He will definitely be defeated.

If you hold on any longer, it's just a futile effort.

This confrontation made everyone see the gap between the two.

Although Long Chen crushed the opponent at first, but now... the situation is reversed.

Yang Chen stood in mid-air. His body was still full of evil aura. He looked down at him with blood-stained eyes.

Among the cracked ground, Long Chen's face turned pale. He gritted his teeth and stood up tremblingly. He was not a tall body, but he hid unyielding strength.

"Don't you want to die?" Yang Chen looked up to the sky and laughed.

Long Chen is now in a confused state. The opponent's power of nirvana is very strong. It has shaken his very foundation.

But, this is nothing.

It's not like he has never experienced failure.

At this moment, almost everyone thought he had no chance.

Yang Chen defeated him with a crushing attitude.

Even in the eyes of everyone, Long Chen was already very pitiful.

But he turned a deaf ear to everything.

Seeing his indifferent eyes, Yang Chen remembered that the gift Ye Futu had given him had been shattered. His anger continued to burn fiercely.

"At this moment, in my eyes, you are just an ant. You have no right to comment on me..."

Yang Chen was furious. Like a golden sun, it fell from the sky.

Everyone is very curious. Will Yang Chen kill Long Chen this time?

"The stubborn wretch."

Long Chen gave him a look of disgust. He knew this guy very well. But this battle...

"Poor people must be hateful. You are seeking your own death. You can't blame me."

At this moment, everyone is watching.

When the little Martial God descended from the sky, Long Chen resolutely rushed into the sky. The opponent was just like the golden sun setting. One attack evolved into eighteen attacks.

"Shaking the World's Imperial Fist."

There are a total of eighteen levels of attacks. Each level is stronger than the next.

With this punch, everyone was shocked except for the three great martial arts masters.

This matter does not belong to human power.

Even the ninety-nine golden demon-suppressing pillars trembled under the vibration of this power.

Long Chen looked up. It seemed as if the entire sky was swallowed up by the golden sun. Then it was pressing towards him.

He is already at the ninth level of the Divine Martial Realm.

He is several times stronger than before.

Although an attack of this magnitude is terrifying, it is not a reason for him to retreat.

The power of the God-Slaying Sword with four Dao patterns is almost the same as that of a Dao weapon with five Dao patterns.

Long Chen used all his strength to pour into the God-Slaying Sword. Within a short period of time, the power of the Devouring Sword unfolded. Long Chen once again used the Yan Zi Jue, and this time he used it with all his strength. To everyone's surprise, he showed His strength is almost not much worse than that of Yang Chen.

Nine huge sword lights, enough to break mountains and rivers, were intertwined at this moment, forming a large gray character with a radius of at least three miles, welcoming the opponent's world-shaking imperial fist.

The Emperor Star trembled.

This is definitely a battle at the level of ancient powerful men in Zhenwu Emperor Palace. Countless warriors came out of the three thousand halls. Today seems to be the day to choose the Shengwu Emperor. They all prayed for Long Chen.
To be continued...