Yan Wushen looked at Zhang Ruochen, and his body exuded an increasingly strong fighting spirit. He told him from his evil body that the three words "Yan Wushen" were no longer a symbol of invincibility. He began to look forward to the arrival of this battle and made a lot of preparations for it.

"I don't need you to save me, you should take care of yourself first." Chi Kunlun said.

He seemed very tough, but in his eyes, he had a faint look of worry, clearly worried that Zhang Ruochen would suffer a loss at Yan Wushen's hands.

The reason is that Chi Kunlun didn't know that Zhang Ruochen had a battle with Yan Wushen's evil body. In his impression, Yan Wushen was still the invincible existence that lies across the heavenly realm and the hell realm.

Although he was following Yan Wushen recently, he didn't know that Yan Wushen had the secret of both good and evil.

All this could not be hidden from Zhang Ruochen's eyes, and a warm feeling arises in his heart. No matter what, Chi Kunlun will eventually change his view of him.

At least not like before, holding a sword to face each other and treating it as a life-and-death enemy.

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the pavilion, faced Yan Wushen, and said, "Let you and me really decide the winner."

In any case, this battle is inevitable. For Zhang Ruochen, it is just right to test the recent cultivation results.

Although he felt that Yan Wushen's evil body was nearby, he was not afraid. He even looked forward to Yan Wushen's good body and evil body merged to see how powerful it would be.

After all, compared with the battle of Luoshui, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation strength has been greatly improved. Without the need to use the sundial, he is also sure to defeat Yan Wushen's evil body.

"It seems that you are very confident, but what I want to tell you is that this time, if you want to rely on the sundial to win, it will no longer work." Yan Wushen said.

Yan Wushen waved his hand, and Chi Kunlun was swept away by a stream of air, landed outside the courtyard, suspended in the air, and stood on a blood cloud.

The blood cloud where Chi Kunlun is located stands in the courtyard, and looks very close to each other, as if it is just outside.

However, no matter how anxious Chi Kunlun was, he mobilized all his strength to run, he could not reach the courtyard like a hanging island, as if it was tens of thousands of miles apart, hundreds of thousands of miles... and could only watch it.

"Zhang Ruochen, I hope you, the King of the Eastern Region who is stronger than all worlds, will not let me down." A hint of expectation appeared in Yan Wushen's eyes.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at Yin Yuanchen and said, "Brother Yin will retreat aside for the time being, don't interfere."

"Brother Zhang is more careful."

Yin Yuanchen did not hesitate and immediately retreated to the distance.

In his opinion, since Zhang Ruochen could defeat Yan Wushen in Luoshui, there should be no problem this time.

Looking around the starry sky and the small world where he was, Yin Yuanchen said in his heart: "With Yan Wushen's means, even if he is defeated, he will definitely have a way to escape unstoppable. I have to find a way to leave here and attract all the top strong people in the Heavenly Court world, so that he can't leave the imperial city."

If you can capture or even kill Yan Wushen, it will cause an unimaginable huge blow to the Hell Realm and play a vital role in reversing the battle situation in Kunlun Realm.

Of course, Yin Yuanchen was also secretly guarding. Although his perception was not as good as Zhang Ruochen, he also vaguely felt that there seemed to be other powerful people in the dark.

It is normal to think about it. The Imperial City is now full of strong people. Even if Yan Wushen is confident in his own strength, he should not choose to take risks alone.

Outside the pavilion, Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen stood opposite each other, looking at each other, but no one took action.

But in fact, the contest between them has already begun.

If you perceive it carefully, you will find that there were slight fluctuations in the space around Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen, ripples like water waves, colliding with each other, and disappearing invisible at the same time.

The two of them control the power of space in detail, and the methods they used were obviously extremely terrifying. Even if the Nine-Step Holy King approached, they would probably lose their lives, but the movements were very small and did not destroy every flower and grass around them.

This kind of competition seems to be light and light, but it is actually extremely dangerous.

"In just a few months, your attainment in the way of space has improved so much, which really surprised me." Yan Wushen said with a strange light.

Space is the way of eternal age, and it is extremely difficult to practice. Even Yan Wushen took a very long time and with various opportunities, he could reach his current state.

But Zhang Ruochen was able to improve the way of space to a point of close to perfection in just a few months. Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he still felt incredible.

Zhang Ruochen said: "You are not bad either."

As far as the rules of the holy path are concerned, the good and evil bodies of Yan Wushen should be the same.

During the battle of Luoshui, although the spatial attainments shown by Yan Wushen's evil body were extremely remarkable, the spatial rules cultivated were at most nine hundred thousand.

But now, with Zhang Ruochen's perception, the spatial rules that Yan Wushen's good body possess should be the same as him, and only one way away from him can reach the state of Great Perfection.

It can be seen from this that Zhang Ruochen's existence put huge pressure on Yan Wushen, which made him greatly improve in these few months.

"This is more interesting." Yan Wushen laughed.

For Yan Wushen, the stronger Zhang Ruochen is, the happier he is, because he has always been eager for a strong opponent to appear.

While speaking, Yan Wushen took action, and powerful space power emerged, causing strong distortions in the vast space around him.

"Hmm? The Holy Image of Space."

Zhang Ruochen felt a warning and felt an invisible vortex appearing above him.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Ruochen had already released his own space holy image and collided with Yan Wushen's space holy image.

After cultivating the way of space to a state of close to perfection, Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen’s space holy appearance are undoubtedly extremely powerful and have terrible destructive power.

Even if the top-level sacred artifact is approaching, it may be immediately crushed and turned into a piece of scrap iron.

"boom."

The space holy image of Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen collided violently, releasing the terrifying power that annihilates everything, causing the surrounding space to completely collapse and present a deep dark void.

That area is extremely terrifying, and even if the Great Sage falls into it, it will be difficult to break free.

Zhang Ruochen did not care about these things. As his mind flowed, he released his own holy image of time and took the initiative to attack Yan Wushen.

No matter who fights, Zhang Ruochen likes to take the initiative in his own hands rather than to deal with it passively.

The Holy Image of Time is also an invisible vortex. As soon as it appears, countless time marks are flying, and even the phantom of the long river of time appears, causing the time flow rate of this space to slightly change.

"Bang."

In an instant, the holy image of time collided with another invisible vortex, and part of the time mark actually dissipated directly into nothingness.

To be precise, these time marks were disintegrated and became countless tiny particles that were invisible to the naked eye.

Influenced by the holy image of time, some tiny particles regrouped and turned into time marks.

"It seems that I am not the only one who has cultivated many holy appearances." Zhang Ruochen said in his heart.

Generally speaking, when a monk reaches the holy realm, he gathers all the holy rules he has cultivated together and cultivates into a holy form, and the form of the holy form is basically exactly the same as himself.

But Zhang Ruochen is different from ordinary people. He separates the two ancient ways and the three supreme holy paths he is practicing separately, and then melts the other holy path rules together, and practices a total of six holy figures.

Even with Xiao Hei's knowledge, he is unheard of. He only said that he had seen records in ancient classics that in extremely ancient times, there were mysterious creatures not among the five elements who were able to cultivate many holy appearances and condense multiple holy sources.

At that time, Zhang Ruochen was completely unable to understand these things. However, his current knowledge was somewhat speculation in his mind.

Practicing the many holy appearances is mostly related to the practice of practice and the holy path that is the main practice.

You should know that the "Nine Heavens and Ming Emperor Sutra" is not a small matter, and is suspected to be related to "Thirty-Three Heavens". It belongs to the most top-level practice method in the universe.

"Swish."

A holy sword that was ten thousand feet long flew out of Zhang Ruochen's body and condensed from a whole of millions of sword rules. It was his sword holy appearance.

The Saint of Swordsman blooms nine-colored holy lights, and the surface is covered with numerous sword patterns, which are natural, as if the most essential true meaning of Swordsmanship in the world is rubbed.

Tens of thousands of sharp sword energy burst out from the sword saint's appearance, turned into a sword energy storm, and slashed straight towards Yan Wushen.

Yan Wushen's body shook, and a huge black hole appeared in front of him out of thin air.

"The holy appearance of the boxing Taoist Tao can be perfect only if it is only one holy Tao rule." Zhang Ruochen whispered.

As he expected, Yan Wushen indeed practiced other holy appearances.

He had long seen Yan Wushen's domineering boxing technique, so it was not very strange that he had the holy appearance of boxing.

Yan Wushen's boxing holy appearance is very terrifying, releasing a powerful swallowing suction force and a unique aura of hell, which seems to be able to swallow everything.

In an instant, most of the sword energy released by the Saint of Sword Dao was swallowed by the black hole.

"Crash."

The Saint of Sword Dao was unstoppable, and he slashed the black hole in half with one sword.

Seeing this scene, Yan Wushen finally showed a solemn expression on his face.

"The Great Perfection of Sword Way." Yan Wushen's heart was shocked.

He is as powerful as him. After practicing for so many years, he has not yet cultivated any ancient path or the supreme holy path to the perfect state. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ruochen has succeeded.

Any kind of holy path that can be practiced to the perfect state will undergo an amazing transformation. The corresponding holy art can increase exponentially, and there will be some unimaginable mystery.

"The legendary swordsmanship is perfect, it turns out that he has become so powerful." Chi Kunlun's eyes were staring at Zhang Ruochen with a slightly complicated look.

Since he had fought with Zhang Ruochen in the Truth Realm, Chi Kunlun made up his mind to defeat Zhang Ruochen with the sword in his hand.

Even after knowing his true life experience, he did not change this idea, but became more determined.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's sword skills now, Chi Kunlun felt great pressure.

But the next moment, Chi Kunlun's eyes became firmer again, and he was unwilling to admit defeat when he started again.

With a hand, a simple hilt appeared in Zhang Ruochen's hand, looking extremely ordinary without any fluctuations in power.

The hilt of this sword is not small. It originated from the sword tomb. It was taken by Zhang Ruochen from Luo Yi's hand, and it hides a huge secret itself.

Driven by the holy energy, divine lights suddenly flew out of the sword hilt, revealing countless sword rules, solid and profound, intertwined, and transforming into slender sword bodies.

For a moment, an extremely strong divine power permeated from the hilt of the sword.

"Crash."
To be continued...