Chapter 1730 A Sword Is About to Cut Through the Sky! (Three More Chapters)

As for the figure of the man in white, he had already disappeared, leaving only Ye Chen.

Ye Chen suppressed his inner shock, pushed the door open and walked in!

Swish!

The door was opened, Ye Chen looked around and found that there was nothing around. After a stick of incense, an illusory figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Extremely young.

"I was the Iron-Blooded Saint King tens of thousands of years ago. You can fight with me!"

This sentence made Ye Chen's face change completely. He had never heard of the name of the Iron-Blooded Saint King.

It's just that those who can become Saint Kings are the highest peaks in Lingwu Continent.

The Eternal Saint King is like this.

He was also sure that this group of people really came from the same background as the Eternal Saint King!

Ye Chen used his divine thoughts to scan the realm of the young man's shadow and found that he was only at the peak of the Hunyuan realm, and he was slightly relieved.

It seems that the Iron-Blooded Saint King is not that strong at his age, otherwise a Saint King can crush him with just one finger.

Ye Chen took out the Hedao artifact and held it in his hand. His eyes were full of fighting spirit and a hint of vigilance.

Who of those who can become a Saint King is not a peerless genius?

"Time Killing Sword!"

Ye Chen raised his arm slightly, the law of time continued to flow, and the terrifying aura burst out continuously, and it was a killing move right from the start!

Facing the existence of the former Saint King, Ye Chen must be careful to deal with it!

"Fight!"

The Iron-Blooded Saint King said with one word, and his speed reached the extreme. His pair of iron fists were like the sharpest weapons in the world.

At this moment, the fist intention burst out with a bang, and the sharp fist intention made Ye Chen's robe make a sound.

Ye Chen frowned, and the surrounding pressure poured towards him crazily.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

The sword in Ye Chen's hand made a buzzing sound, and the sword cut through the surrounding air.

The spiritual energy in the body was vented crazily, and the sword light burst out with dazzling light.

One sword is the ultimate!

One sword wants to cut the sky!

There is no fear in the eyes of the Iron-Blooded Saint King, but a trace of excitement.

He is eager to fight!

This battle made him extremely excited, and the blood in his body couldn't help but beat.

Boom!

The moment the two came into contact with each other, a terrifying explosion broke out, like thunder!

Ye Chen could see with his naked eyes that the Iron Blood Saint King's pair of iron fists had sword marks, but only just, not even a drop of blood flowed out.

Abnormal defense!

The Iron Blood Saint King had already rushed over and came to Ye Chen's side!

Although the pair of iron fists had not arrived, the fist intent had already cut Ye Chen's cheek!

Ding!

Ye Chen raised his arm and blocked it with the Hedao artifact in his hand.

Dengdeng!

The huge force made him unable to help but take two steps back, and the blood in his body surged.

Ye Chen's eyes were full of shock. The Iron Blood Saint King tens of thousands of years ago was so strong when he was young!

You know, his strength is already enough to kill the peak of Hunyuan in seconds, but in front of the Iron Blood Saint King, he can't get any benefits at all, and he is even faintly suppressed!

Ming!

When Ye Chen retreated, a phoenix shadow appeared behind him!

The hot flames gushed out, and the phoenix shadow rushed to the Iron Blood Saint King like lightning!

He must win this battle. This is just the first level. This hall has five floors. I am afraid that only by passing all the levels can he win!

The Iron Blood Saint King is only the weakest existence in the first level. If he cannot win, how can he face the next battle.

Now he has no way out, only to fight!

The Iron Blood Saint King faced the phoenix figure, opened his arms, and suddenly grabbed the two wings with his hands.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the phoenix shadow was torn into two halves and disappeared into the void.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen couldn't help but twitch his mouth fiercely. The Iron Blood Saint King was probably a physical strongman tens of thousands of years ago when he tore the phoenix with his hands.

Who knows, in his prime, the Iron Blood Saint King can really compete with the Phoenix beast.

"I'm not satisfied. Can you fight with my physical body?"

The Iron-Blooded Saint King stared at Ye Chen with a pair of fighting eyes. Such a battle made him not happy at all.

Only the most primitive battle could inspire his strongest fighting spirit!

"Okay!"

Ye Chen agreed without any hesitation. He had his own pride.

So what if he was a strong man tens of thousands of years ago? He believed that he was no worse than anyone else!

The strength of the Iron-Blooded Saint King would not wipe out his fighting spirit, but would only make him stronger!

A true strong man stepped on the corpses of countless geniuses to rise to power!

In the battle of the same period, Ye Chen was not afraid of anyone!

His Tao would not bow to anyone!

Ye Chen put away the Hedao artifact in his hand, clenched his fists, and the two of them fought with their physical bodies alone!

"Fight!"

Ye Chen roared, and then rushed to the Iron-Blooded Saint King with a brisk step.

Clenching his fists, the two of them directly blasted out, and the two of them directly used the most primitive battle!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Punch after punch, the sound of bones crackling one after another.

Ye Chen's arms were numb from the shock, and he didn't know how many bones in his fists were broken.

The flesh-colored fists had long turned scarlet, and the blood in his body kept surging.

Ye Chen's physical strength has never been bad, but facing the Iron-Blooded Saint King, he still felt powerless.

Boom!

The Iron-Blooded Saint King punched Ye Chen in the chest.

Ye Chen forced himself to endure the pain, gritted his teeth and continued to punch!

The Iron-Blooded Saint King held Ye Chen's fists with one hand, and suddenly raised his feet, and Ye Chen did not show weakness! The two forces collided.

The Iron-Blooded Saint King cried out in pain and could not help but take two steps back.

At this moment, Ye Chen distanced himself from him, and his figure was a little unstable.

If this continued, Ye Chen would be the only one who would suffer, but he was not afraid at all.

He stabilized his body and rushed forward bravely!

He clenched his bloody fists tightly, and as long as he could walk, he would not give up.

Ye Chen's way was to fight to death and never admit defeat!

Ye Chen did not even use any trump cards!

The Reincarnation Cemetery, the Eye of the Devil, everything was not used!

He had to rely on himself to fight against the genius from tens of thousands of years ago!

The strong willpower played a role at this moment.

When the Iron-Blooded Saint King saw this scene, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"Your willpower is not enough. The power of the flesh is only on the surface. Only the will is eternal. Even if the flesh dies, the will is indestructible. You are an immortal existence."

The Iron-Blooded Saint King said, without hesitation, punching Ye Chen.

"Ah!"

Ye Chen couldn't help but scream out. This punch seemed to not only cause physical pain, but also the trembling of the soul.

"Fight!"

Ye Chen clenched his teeth, his bloodshot eyes were like a madman.

At this moment, he forgot what he was doing, forgot everything, and only the will to fight remained in his heart.

You can't live without being crazy!

Every punch of the Iron-Blooded Saint King hit Ye Chen's body.

Every time he hit a punch, he had to endure the feeling of heart-wrenching pain.

The speed of Ye Chen swinging his arms was getting slower and slower, and the power of his fists was constantly decreasing.

Now, he was like a bloody man, and the only thing in his mind was to swing his fist.