Chapter 703 What on Earth Is This? Wasn’t the Beating I Received Last Time Enough?

The Holy Drinking Mad Sword Technique that the Holy Sword Prince was proud of was broken by Tang Chen!

This was a martial art that Tang Chen created on the spur of the moment.

This is the most incredible point.

Countless people were stunned when they saw this scene.

Tang Chen was really crazy to the extreme.

"It's very similar, but it's definitely not the Holy Drinking Knife Technique."

"This is a higher level of understanding after imitating the martial arts of the Holy Sword Prince. Is this really possible?"

"Impossible, who can create such a domineering and powerful martial arts at a glance!"

Not to mention the Dynasty, even the people who eat melons are in disbelief.

But the facts are in front of them, and they have to admit it even if they don't want to believe it.

Tang Chen's combat power is superior to all living beings!

The Holy Sword Prince was panting like an ox, and the hand holding the Tianyun Yong Holy Sword was trembling slightly but feeling a strong sense of pain.

He gradually showed a trace of ferocity and shouted: "No one in this world can easily create the Holy Immortal Technique!"

boom!

The holy light is like the sun, brilliant and dazzling.

Shining blazingly and dazzlingly in all directions, a gigantic ethereal fairy shadow several thousand feet long sat cross-legged behind the Holy Sword Prince.

Everything that the holy light passes by is replaced with a light platinum color.

This is his holy elephant, the Holy Sword Spirit Ancestor Elephant!

A thousand-foot platinum sword was suspended on the legs of the misty fairy figure.

Buzz…

The closed eyes of the Holy Sword Lingzu Xiang opened, like two big suns rising slowly, the platinum sword was held in his hand, and he suddenly slashed out.

This sword is nothing fancy and simple, but it contains the fairy charm of smashing the sky and re-creating the holy world.

"Sen Luo Ghost Array!"

At this time, a person walked out, wrapped in the light of Qingming.

The talisman flew into the sky, cold and dark, and the miserable scene on the eighteenth floor of Senluo Palace instantly evolved.

The endless ghosts rose into the sky and screamed, as if they were trying to drag Tang Chen into the deepest furnace of purgatory.

It restricted Tang Chen's avoidance direction, and he could only face the Holy Sword Spirit Ancestor Elephant head-on!

Everyone exclaimed that this was actually a coordinated effort.

But Tang Chen remained calm and had no intention of escaping.

Today, he wants to defeat the strong men in the entire Four-Yuan Realm.

"Shi Potian!"

Tang Chen shouted softly.

Golden jelly suddenly appeared around him, opening up the ghost and making it impossible to get close to him.

Shi Potian's trademark mocking and innocent face appeared, and the jelly formed two giant hands, slapping them towards the platinum sword.

Boom...

When the golden jelly's palm appears to be grabbing the white blade with bare hands, with the help of the platinum sword, ferocious and strong fluctuations burst out.

The sky shook and there was no cloud in the sky.

It seemed as if the sun and moon were shaking and about to fall down at any moment.

At this moment, everyone fell silent.

They stared blankly at Shi Potian's performance.

What the hell is this?

Even the Holy Sword Prince is a little doubtful about life.

How many unknown treasures does Tang Chen still have hidden?

"Crush it for me!"

But after he reacted, he shouted in a deep voice.

The Holy Sword Spirit Ancestral Elephant blooms with vast immortal power, and the platinum sword is bright and fiery, as if it is about to shatter the stone-shattering hands of the sky.

But Shi Potian's golden jelly once again derived an arm, and used an uppercut to slam the back of the platinum sword.

The sound of gold and iron spread in all directions, and its power was so great that it seemed that even the holy sword Lingzu Xiang couldn't hold it.

The platinum sword was thrown into the air in full view of everyone, and flung into the distance.

Shi Potian is very cute, his cute and innocent expression is inherently sarcastic, and his smile makes people's blood pressure rise.

It even raised its middle finger towards the Holy Sword Prince. Tuntun was not as naughty as this guy.

"Golden Gun."

Tang Chen restrained Shi Potian, but used its ability to condense a golden ancient spear in his hand, and looked at the immortal formation master who was using the formation.

call out!

The golden gun was thrown, piercing the heart of the Immortal Formation Master, and he fell screaming.

"Bronze Qin Kingdom!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and the light of bronze seemed to attract the powerful men of the ancient heavens.

An illusory and hazy ancient country appeared, changing the world and changing the world, as if turning the Qin Dynasty into the powerful country it once was.

Soldiers took on the appearance of clay, chariots, war horses, and even emperors appeared.

Hu Zhen stands tall in the sky, like the lord of the country, commanding millions of soldiers. It is his sacred image, the bronze Qin Kingdom.

"Dragon-patterned Holy Elephant."

The majestic and vicissitudes of voice echoed, dragon patterns reflected the heaven and earth, and everything turned into dragons, spreading in all directions.

Prince Cang Minglong walked out slowly, with a stern look on his face, ready for battle.

Tang Chen saw Prince Cangminglong and said with a smile: "Just don't come out. The beating you received last time wasn't enough?"

"It is our responsibility to protect my homeland. We will never retreat!"

Prince Cang Minglong blushed a little at Tang Chen's words, but he still raised his neck and said loudly.

Tang Chen shook his head and said, "You really don't have a long memory."

Other strong men were also dispatched, surrounding Tang Chen from all sides, and they had to take action to stop or attack him at the critical moment.

Because the dynasty hired them to hinder Tang Chen, they must be effective.

"kill!"

Hu Zhen's eyes were filled with hatred and he shouted violently.

In the illusory ancient country, soldiers, chariots, horses, and even emperors made of clay set out to attack and kill.

The momentum was magnificent and the sound of killing was loud, as if a powerful country in the past came across the heavens to help.

Cang Ming Long Prince's fist contained thousands of dragon patterns, and his whole body shone brightly, like an eternal scorching sun. He roared and punched out.

Ten thousand dragon patterns overlapped, with great power, as if everything in front of it was just a chicken or a dog.

Rumble...

At the same time.

Other strong men also took action, the sun and the moon lost their color, the mountains and rivers shook, and they all killed the same person!

That was Tang Chen!

Under such an attack, anyone could feel that death was approaching.

But Tang Chen remained calm.

The supreme bone of his arm circulated the time rune, and his five fingers clenched and blasted towards the sky, whispering: "The years are sad."

The fist contained the years, like a beam of light exploding in the sky, without much battle, and no strong light.

There was only the time rune reflecting the void, and the passage of time accelerated.

Everything that came to kill was like the caress of immortals, and slowly turned into dust in the world.

These strong men suddenly felt that their life breath was passing away madly, and their middle-aged appearance turned into an old posture.

"I... How did I become so old!"

"My teeth, my waist..."

"Time... is the power of time!"

All those who surrounded Tang Chen cried out in surprise.

They did not dare to get too close, and hurriedly retreated, and gradually recovered to normal by circulating their immortal energy.

Hu Jue, Prince Cang Minglong, and Prince Shengdao were all white-haired, and their teeth were almost falling out, but they still managed to resist with the Holy Elephant.

Tang Chen took back the rune and whispered: "Tathagata Palm."

He leaped into the nine heavens, and the Buddha's light shone in all directions. He turned into an immortal Buddha, solemn and dignified, and even had a compassionate aura.

The ten thousand feet golden Buddha turned his head lightly, and his big hand gently slapped down.

Boom...

The clouds and mist shattered, and the void shook.

The ten thousand feet Buddha's hand shuttled in, as if to suppress all kinds of demons.