Chapter 3771 Heavy Damage to the Evil Corpse

This is his only chance of winning. The sword of fate alone is not enough for Ye Xiwen to reverse the decline, but if he counts the fate of the last sword of the three swords of fate, he has the hope that he can truly kill the terrifying and powerful enemy in front of him.

The mad corpse is not at the peak state at all, and even his life is passing, this is his greatest chance.

But now, looking around on the battlefield, Jian Zun and Bei Tianzun can only barely support, they may be broken at any time, and there is not much time left for him.

"But how dare you hurt me? I'll let you experience the most terrifying torture in the world, and let you cry and die!" With a slight shake of the palm of the evil corpse, the shaved phalanx grew back again. , This kind of injury is not enough to hurt the bones, but it has completely made him angry. "I will devour your flesh and blood, and let your soul sink in my corpse world forever and ever, and suffer all kinds of suffering!"

"boom!"

As soon as the voice of the evil corpse madden fell, in an instant, a fist was slammed into Ye Xiwen's face. This punch was thrown, but the power did not give the terrifying power of the sword of destiny.

Directly pierced through Chaos, the Qi of Chaos instantly boiled, and ran directly to Ye Xiwen's face, smashing his head with a punch.

"Bang!"

On Ye Xiwen's body, the treasure of good fortune appeared directly, bursting out billions of immortal lights, directly guarding him in it, and the fist of the evil corpse madden was directly blocked.

"Good Fortune Treasure Clothes? It's a pity that Good Fortune Heavenly Monarch's famed Taoist weapon, in the hands of your Heavenly Venerate, is simply a waste of heaven, and it should belong to me!"

The evil corpse madden saw the treasure of good fortune, and there was a bit of greed in his eyes, not only because of the magic of the treasure of good fortune, but also because it contained the mystery of the rise of the heavenly emperor, everyone wanted to know of the mystery.

"You first try to see if you have such strength!" Ye Xiwen sneered, and at the same time when the evil corpse mad slaughtered up, the Sword of Destiny in his hand was directly cut out.

"It's useless, unless you can perform Chaos Slashing again, the Sword of Destiny alone won't even be able to break through my defenses, hahahaha, how much stamina do you have after you actually fought Chaos Slashing. !" The evil corpse madman laughed loudly. He was not afraid of Ye Xiwen's beheading sword at all. He trained himself into a magic weapon, and naturally he was not afraid of the conquest of a magic weapon of the same level.

"I can't use Chaos Slash? You're thinking too much!" Ye Xiwen let out another long whistle. The mana in his body that seemed to have been exhausted was completely filled all of a sudden, and then this surging mana, directly into the sword of destiny.

The sword of destiny was raised high, as if it was not a sword, but a terrible river of destiny.

"Cut Chaos!"

Another sword slashed down, but this move was completely beyond the expectations of the evil corpse mad lord. He did not expect Ye Xiwen to recover so quickly, and he recovered in an instant.

No, no, Ye Xiwen must have the magic medicine for recovery, otherwise, it would be impossible to be so terrifying.

The evil corpse madden reacted very quickly. At the moment when the Chaos Slashing Sword fell, he had already reacted. Although this was completely inconsistent with what he said arrogantly before, but at this time, Where is there a choice.

"brush!"

His figure flew out tens of millions of miles in an instant, directly avoiding the sharp range of the Sword of Destiny.

"Pfft!"

At this moment, a huge bloodstain on his chest burst out instantly, and the blood was sprayed into the chaos.

Although he avoided the bad luck of being cut into two pieces by Ye Xiwen's sword, he was still swept away by Ye Xiwen's sword energy, and was torn apart by an incomparably huge wound. .

Moreover, due to the aggravation of the injury, he was even more unable to stop his aging, and white actually began to appear on his jet-black head.

This is enough to prove that the evil corpse is not really invincible, and it is not without weaknesses. If it is an ordinary half-step master, this kind of injury is not enough to make him show such a decline.

But the mad corpse is obviously different, his life has come to an end.

It can even be said that if it is not for the last hope, he will not even come out of his grave, he will only barely resist the passage of time in the grave, until the end, he will even come out of the grave. His strength was gone, and eventually he died of old age in the tomb, buried in the sky.

It is impossible for him to live in the next era. He is as powerful as him. In the face of the passage of time, he has to bow his head proudly. Facts have proved that immortality is a practice and an eternal avenue.

But now that he has left the grave and intends to fight for the last time, he has no way out. A considerable part of his skill must be used to suppress the passage of time in his body, delay his aging, try to stay young and maintain his peak.

If he really aged to that point, although the half-step master is still strong, it is clear that facing this person in front of him, it is still not enough to see.

However, now, he was severely injured by Ye Xiwen's sword, but his power was broken all of a sudden, so that his cultivation base could not hold back the lost life all of a sudden, and his head was gradually turning white.

"So you're just like that, how long can you live?" Ye Xiwen looked at him coldly. "Look at your ugly appearance, the appearance of struggling to survive, like a lost old dog!"

"Time, time, time!" The mad corpse madly looked at Ye Xiwen in front of him. Ye Xiwen broke his skills and reduced him to this point. Unimaginable killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Kill you now, and then go to encircle and suppress the Tiandao of the martial arts era, and seize the last chance, I still have a chance to survive, so you must die!"

The mad corpse has also been driven to a dead end. Ye Xiwen in front of him can delay time, and he can die with the power of time alone.

But he can't. If he drags it on, he will die, but he doesn't know, Ye Xiwen doesn't plan to drag it on, he can wait, but the world can't wait, and the God of Fortune can't wait.

Every minute and every second, countless creatures died tragically, and the mourning sound went straight into Ye Xiwen's mind. After his prime minister created the divine dynasty, he was vaguely connected to the world, and could feel their despair and desolation. .

"Roar!"

The evil corpse madden shouted, and in an instant, the boundless corpse aura spread out, as if time had frozen, he was burning the source of life, just to freeze the time, so that he would not grow old, At the very least, after this period of time, after beheading Ye Xiwen and devouring his blood essence, he will be able to continue his life for a while.

In order to survive, he has gone crazy!

After the boundless corpse aura spread out, the corpse Kuangzun's injuries improved at an astonishing rate, and his originally white head also turned black again.

It was as if he had been reborn, and he had returned to his peak, not when he was craving for breath before, but the real peak, which was the top state many epochs ago.

This feeling made him intoxicated, and he was almost immersed in the feeling of this peak period.

"Dong Tianzun, who created the Divine Dynasty, forced me to this point, you are a dead end!"

Evil Corpse Kuangzun's expression became more and more indifferent, the laws of the corpse way poured out from his body, his whole body was full of light, and the whole chaos was fixed.

"Who dies and who lives, not necessarily, all of you are false, illusory existence, in fact, there is no peak at all, let me break your fantasy with my own hands!"

Ye Xiwen felt that the Zombie Mad Zun had become stronger, but he was not afraid, there was only one battle.

"Fake? How dare you say that I'm fake?" The evil corpse madden shouted, and his figure rushed directly in front of Ye Xiwen, like teleportation. I don't know how much faster it was than before. In an instant, he was in front of Ye Xiwen.

"The corpse is eternal!"

The evil corpse madden punched out, and in an instant, the world seemed to be rendered into a world of corpses by the power of this punch, and no one could stop this power.

With unimaginable power, this punch hit Ye Xiwen directly.

"Bang!"

The enchantment on Ye Xiwen's fortune-telling robe shattered in response. The mad corpse at this time is the real terror and the real power. Compared with him at the peak at this time, when he was craving for breath before, it was like Is a beam jumping clown, there is no comparison at all.

This punch slammed directly on the treasure of good fortune, and there were circles of energy ripples on the treasure of good fortune. Although the punch was blocked and the punch was not pierced, the terrifying fury attached to this punch. The power of the bombarded Ye Xiwen directly.

"puff!"

Ye Xiwen spewed out a mouthful of blood, and a blood flower bloomed in the chaos. He flew out tens of millions of miles in an instant, and finally stopped. He only felt that his whole body and internal organs were tumbling up and down.

If it were someone else, even if it was a peak Tianzun, if he was hit by a punch through the treasure of creation, his body would be blown apart in an instant.

This is the true fighting power of the evil corpse madden, and the terror is at its peak.

"I can't use ten tricks to kill you, let alone you wearing the treasure of good fortune, even if Tianjun was wearing the treasure of good fortune, I can still beat him!" The evil corpse madden returned to its peak state, his heart It also seems to have returned to the stage where I was the only one on the ground that day and ignored everyone.

"If you want to kill me, give it a try!" Ye Xiwen heard a phoenix cry in his body. The wounds he had been injured before had recovered. His whole body was full of light. Killed again. (To be continued.) 8