Chapter 1688 Ye Chenfeng vs Mo Yichen

"Senior Brother Gu Hong was defeated, but he still failed to create a miracle and defeat Tian Qingyun!"

Looking at Gu Hong, who fell out of the fighting platform and was not seriously injured, Zhan Wudi sighed softly, feeling sorry for Gu Hong's defeat.

Although Gu Hong lost the game, his super defensive power still amazed everyone present. If it wasn't for Tian Qingyun's offensive power, Gu Hong, who had cultivated the ancient tree immovable art to the extreme, was almost invincible. lost ground.

"Hey, it's my turn!"

Seeing the battle between Tian Qingyun and Gu Hong, Ye Chenfeng had a general understanding of the genius of the False God Realm and stood up slowly.

"Brother Ye, the demons are good at attacking power. If you simply compete for attacking power, the attacking power of Mo Yichen is probably still above the sky, so be careful when you fight for a while!"

Zhan Wudi knew a little about Mo Yichen, and when Ye Chenfeng was about to appear, he immediately exhorted.

"I will be careful!"

After comprehending the fifth change of the space rules, Ye Chenfeng has a stronger defense against the hundred-fold prohibition of space, and he has cultivated to the third level of the battle body. The holy artifact is extreme, coupled with the defense of the golden glazed suit, it is not so easy for Mo Yichen to hurt him.

Saying that, Ye Chenfeng stepped on the void, and under the gaze of a pair of eyes, he slowly walked towards the martial arts platform that had gone through the vicissitudes of life.

"Yichen, make a quick decision, try to keep your hole cards!"

Although Ye Chenfeng won the first place in the preliminaries, almost no one believed him, and no one was optimistic about him. The Demon Clan Master glanced at Ye Chenfeng contemptuously, and said with a voice transmission.

"Don't worry, half a column of incense is enough time to kill these ants!" Mo Yichen's cold face revealed a strong killing intent, and he didn't take Ye Chenfeng in his eyes at all.

"Ye Chenfeng, your good luck can come to an end, if you meet Mo Yichen, you will surely die!"

Tired of being defeated by Ye Chenfeng and disqualifying for the final, Tian couldn't grit his teeth and said that he was looking forward to the scene of Ye Chenfeng's blood splashing on the spot.

"I can't, do you think Mo Yichen will win?"

Tian Qingyun looked at Ye Chenfeng, who stood proudly and stood on the fighting platform, and asked slowly without a trace of timidity on his face.

"Brother, don't you think that Ye Chenfeng will have the last laugh." Tian Wu said unexpectedly.

"That Ye Chenfeng's ability to overwhelm us all to win the first place in the preliminary competition is not just due to luck!" Tian Qingyun said slowly: "I heard Huang Wutian say that he and Ye Chenfeng once fought in the Holy Land of Hundred Battles. Although he said he had absolute certainty to defeat Ye Chenfeng, Ye Chenfeng at that time only had a five-star Taoist master realm, and now, he has reached the six-star Taoist master realm."

"Although Ye Chenfeng broke through the realm by refining Tianneng, there is still an insurmountable gap in strength between him and Mo Yichen!" Tian Wu said in disbelief.

"Having said that, but do you think that Ye Chenfeng used all his cards when he faced Huang Wutian?" Tian Qingyun said slowly: "I think this Ye Chenfeng is not simple, there is a relationship between him and Mo Yichen. The test is estimated to be four or six, and Ye Chenfeng will be six."

"Impossible, I absolutely don't believe in Ye Chenfeng's hope of defeating Mo Yichen again!" Tianbu shook his head and retorted.

"Then let's wait and see!"

Tian Qingyun took a sip of the tea with a faint aura, looked at Ye Chenfeng with burning eyes, and said slowly.

"It's your misfortune to meet me, because I will kill you with my own hands."

Wearing a black robe and exuding a strong murderous aura, Mo Yichen looked at Ye Chenfeng coldly and said sensibly.

"Why, some so-called geniuses in the False God Realm also like to kill people with their mouths?" Ye Chenfeng sneered and said tit for tat.

"I didn't expect you to be an interesting person. I hope you will have the strength to joke and laugh in a while!" Mo Yichen said in a low voice, but his eyes became colder and colder.

"Get ready, the game begins!"

The white-haired old man glanced at the tit-for-tat two and announced loudly.

"Whizzing!"

As soon as the white-haired old man finished speaking, Ye Chenfeng and Mo Yichen moved at the same time, and they transformed into two illusory afterimages, which collided with amazing speed.

"boom!"

The power of more than 10 billion catties in Ye Chenfeng's body erupted, and the terrifying power, like an erupting volcano, savagely bombarded Mo Yichen, defusing his attack.

"What a great power!"

Mo Yichen majored in killing, and his body was equally terrifying, but he and Ye Chenfeng couldn't take advantage of the body, which made him look surprised.

The head-to-head hit was evenly divided, and the two changed their moves at the same time, slamming together with terrifying fists.

"Dong dong dong!"

Every time the fists of the two collided, there was a deafening explosion, and a lot of power sparks bloomed in front of the two of them.

"Kill ancestors!"

The two fought fiercely against Maimang for more than 20 punches, and neither of them could do anything. Mo Yichen decisively used the ancestral knowledge inherited from the Mozu for countless years, and condensed a black circle of killing intent, which increased his power. combat power.

"boom!"

The soaring power of Mo Yichen slammed out with a punch, and the terrifying power instantly overwhelmed Ye Chenfeng's power, forcibly knocking him back.

"What a terrible killing intent!"

The Baza Shura Gong that Ye Chenfeng had learned and the slaughter ancestors practiced by Mo Yichen are similar in purpose and effect, but the power is far different. In order to condense this killing circle, Mo Yichen did not know how many people were killed.

"The Spirit Orb of Death, devour it!"

Feeling that a large amount of death energy broke through his defense and slammed into his body, Ye Chenfeng immediately controlled the spirit bead of death to devour the death energy in his body, summoned the Qiankun sword formation, and turned into a sword rain and flew towards him.

"The magic knife has no trace!"

The dense sword of Qiankun came, and Mo Yichen appeared in the hands of a dark as ink, without a blade, a very wide magic knife, which was cut out with one knife, the magic energy and the murderous way merged together, and the sword rain of Qiankun was slashed with one knife. Amazingly, he slashed towards Ye Chenfeng.

"Heavenly Sword Soul!"

Ye Chenfeng's thoughts moved, and the heaven-level sword soul flew out of his soul sea, turned into a long sword of ten feet, and shattered the murderous sword light reflected in the magic sword's trace.

"Oh my God, that Ye Chenfeng is really not simple, his condensed sword soul is about to transform into a holy sword soul!"

Seeing the faint red light in the heaven-level sword soul summoned by Ye Chenfeng, and the continuous sound of sucking up from the towering and tall stands, Ye Chenfeng was surprised by Ye Chenfeng's practice of kendo.

"Qiankun Sword Formation, Qiankun Strikes!"

Ye Chenfeng controlled the Heavenly Sword Soul to melt into the Qiankun Sword Array, increasing the attack power of the Qiankun Sword Array, turning it into a giant sword dozens of feet long, with a powerful Taoist meaning, and slashing at Mo Yichen.

The Qiankun Sword Array came, and Mo Yichen's body poured out a terrifying killing path. He held the magic knife and slashed it without a trace. Relying on the powerful attack power, he broke the Qiankun Giant Sword and resolved Ye Chenfeng's attack.

"The attack power is good, but if you want to defeat me, it's still too far!" Mo Yichen shouted: "Now, it's my turn to attack."

As he said that, he deduced the slaughtering ancestors to the extreme, and condensed two slaughter apertures, continued to increase his combat power, and launched a ferocious attack on Ye Chenfeng with the magic knife Wuhen.

Mo Yichen is known for his attacks, and with the amplitude of the three killing circles, his attack power has reached an extremely terrifying level.

With a single slash, the space was broken, and the terrifying sword light was like a waterfall falling down the sky one after another, slashing the Qiankun sword array again and again, fiercely attacking Ye Chenfeng, completely suppressing his offensive, forcing him to retreat step by step.

"Brother, I said that Ye Chenfeng is an embroidered pillow, he will never be Mo Yichen's opponent!" Ye Chenfeng, who was forced to the edge of the fighting platform by Mo Yichen's ferocious attack, was about to lose the game, Tian couldn't show an understanding smile.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chenfeng decisively merged the Divine Blood Bead and the Primordial Primordial Bead, instantly raising his own strength to the realm of the One Star Dao God.

The next moment, he summoned the Demon Sealing Sword with the ancestral pattern of Baidao, and slashed towards Mo Yichen with the momentum of splitting the sky.

When the Demon Sealing Sword and the Demon Sword Wuhen slashed together, the invincible sword intent shot out from the Demon Sealing Sword shattered the attack of the Demon Sword Wuhen, and the terrifying force shook Mo Yichen back three steps. .