The ground is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear your own breathing.
The sound of footsteps is also extremely clear.
Xiaoyao kept looking at Wang Chen, just like Wang Chen looked at Yin Shiyu.
Following Wang Chen, Xiaoyao also met many masters. Wang Chen was not as chic as Murong Xumu, nor was he as elegant as Li Xun's white-clothed Shengxue.
Moreover, he was soaked all over now, and his clothes clung to his body.
Every step leaves a wet footprint, which is a bit embarrassing.
However, in the eyes of Xiaoyao.
It was as if he wanted to walk over casually, take the other person's life, and then walk away without taking away a single cloud...that's all.
At the same time, the figure wearing a luxurious black robe slowly stood up.
Yin Shiyu turned around, his eyes were cold.
He looked extremely miserable at the moment. There was a hole in his chest as big as a bowl, and he could see the light on the other side.
Half of his body was sunken, and even half of his face was as bloody and hideous as if it had been disfigured. But even so, his expression remained gloomy and calm.
With a low laugh, Mr. Corpse Jade spoke in a hoarse voice: "It seems that I was really seriously injured. Is it so serious that even a guy like you dares to chase me?"
"Are you here for revenge?"
In the cultivation world, anyone who is severely injured must be prepared to be hunted down. This may be more straightforward than the survival rules of monsters in the Forbidden Forest.
Wang Chen didn't say a word.
When he chose to stand in front of Yin Shiyu, words had lost their meaning.
Between life and death, there is no unnecessary nonsense.
Whoosh!
The Qinggang Sword came out of his hand, and the cold air was like white silk, entangled with each other, and instantly turned into a snow-white fairy sword that shot out.
Wherever the sword is directed, the edge of the sword is cold and white.
In an instant, the snow-white flying sword was only two fingers away from Yin Shiyu.
However, this distance is like the distance between the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth.
The flying sword can no longer move forward.
Yin Shiyu didn't even blink.
"I'm a little tired."
He coughed lowly, and a trace of black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"You can die." Yin Master Yu Senran raised his head and looked at Wang Chen, his black hair dancing in the wind.
The sound of ghost cries echoed in confusion, and the black energy around Yin Shiyu surged. Together with his half-rotted face, his cold voice and the appearance of his black hair flying around made him look like an evil ghost from the Nine Netherworld.
The sword technique changed, and the snow-white fairy sword rolled up the cold ice and snow, whirling and roaring.
Countless ice fragments were as sharp as blades and rushed towards Yinshiyu. In an instant, they rippled in the black smoke and disappeared.
The extreme cold was enough to freeze the demon ape in an instant, but not even the black smoke protecting Yinshiyu could break through.
Black mist surged up. The sound of ghost cries was heard, and pale ghost claws poked out, as if the evil spirits hidden deep inside were trying to drag the lives in front of them into hell.
Wang Chen kept looking at Yin Shiyu without any hesitation in his eyes.
A robe appeared in his hand, snow-white and dazzling. Holding the cuff, he stretched out his hand and passed through the well-tailored sleeves. He was like a young man who had just woken up and put on the robe that had been prepared with great earnestness.
"What kind of operation is this?"
Yin Shiyu frowned.
In his eyes, Wang Chen's antics in dressing up for battle were enough to kill him a hundred times, and this dress actually made him feel a little extraordinary.
With a move of his feet, he wanted to punch through Wang Chen's heart, and then seize the time to treat his serious injuries.
And given the absolute speed gap, Wang Chen couldn't reflect what happened.
However, in his eyes, a ball of flame burst out like a fire that illuminated the darkness.
The flames were reflected on Yin Shiyu's eyes, and they bloomed like flaming lotus flowers in an instant.
He reacted very quickly, and the real power he had brought up to penetrate Wang Chen instantly turned around, and his body retreated violently, but at this moment, his feet seemed to have taken root and could not move at all.
Yin Shiyu was not surprised that his movements were restricted by a casual cultivator in silence, because now was not the time to be surprised. That fire lotus gave him a feeling of extreme danger.
His hands first closed and then opened, Yin Shiyu's eyes were filled with black light, and his whole body's true power burst out without reservation.
The dark and strange smog suddenly rose.
A huge bone wall made of human bones suddenly rose from the ground, firmly protecting his body.
boom!
The black ball exploded violently, and in the dazzling fire, a huge mushroom cloud rose straight into the sky.
The violent flames fell to the ground and ignited the hard rock.
The hard human bone barrier shattered and scattered, turning into fragments of different sizes and shapes, flying like arrows, pricking the ground with holes.
The violent impact made Wang Chen fall back as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, with a large mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth. However, because of Xiao Yao's magical power of hugging his legs tightly, he was not knocked out.
Blood beads stained the snow-white robe, on which a lifelike but not obvious phoenix was sewn with gold and silver threads.
It was the most expensive piece of clothing in Murong Xumu's storage ring. He had tried it before, but his full blow could not leave even the slightest trace on it.
The blood droplets couldn't stay on it for even a moment. They rolled down drop by drop, but were evaporated in the air by the high temperature remaining in the air.
If this divine armor hadn't removed the violent impact, Wang Chen would have died with all his bones broken.
It bounced back like a spring, and Wang Chen stood upright as if he had never bent down. His eyes were still cold, as if the severe pain throughout his body and the blood spurting out of his mouth did not belong to him.
As he raised his hand, three fire beads were wrapped in true power and shot out.
The bone wall was shattered by the blast, and some of the backlash caused Yin Shiyu to tremble and spit out a mouthful of blood.
This mouthful of black blood, mixed with internal organ fragments, made his vision darken and his body shook involuntarily.
"It turned out to be a thunderbolt of fire!" Yin Shiyu was coughing. The violent explosion just now made him recognize this expendable magic weapon with great origin.
But he did not panic, because he knew how precious the Fire Bolt was. Even if a casual cultivator got one by chance, there would be no second one...
The moment his vision returned, his eyes suddenly widened, and three dark red beads wrapped in gray power were in front of him in the blink of an eye.
It's like a thunderbolt that doesn't require money.
The smooth Firebolt was so smooth that Yin Shiyu could see his own face reflected on it.
How many times...
Maybe many times.
With his inherited body skills, he can make his enemies lose their lives in the illusion that time has stopped.
Just like the three flame flowers reflected in his eyes now, which seemed to float slowly but compete to bloom.
Turning around, his eyes moved slightly and looked at the pair of eyes without joy or sorrow on the other side.
Their eyes did not meet.
Ever since I was young, no one dared to ignore my gaze.
But at this moment, Yin Shiyu could understand Wang Chen's feelings.
Because what he was looking at was that the next moment those three pills would erupt into a thunderbolt of fire that could seriously injure a ranked cultivator.
"So ruthless... If I am as ruthless as him, what do Xue Wentian and even Shui Yunyao mean?" Yin Shiyu suddenly felt a little envious of Wang Chen.
boom!
boom!
boom!
A dazzling fire reflected in his eyes.
The sound seemed to disappear at this moment.
A huge ring of fire suddenly spread out from the center of the explosion, and then the blazing white flames that seemed capable of swallowing everything turned into pillars of fire and sprayed into the sky, and the echoes sounded like thousands of thunders at the same time.
At the center of the explosion, the hard rock was melting, turning into white ash swirling in the howling hot wind.
Dark smoke rose into the air, blocking out the sky and the sun, just like the end of this small world.
Xiao Yao hugged Yin Shiyu's legs tightly, but turned her head and stared at Wang Chen, who was also submerged in the flames. The world in her eyes was frozen in three mushroom clouds that bloomed in succession.
Yin Shiyu didn't ask Wang Chen's name.
Originally he disdained it, but now, he was too late.
There are no gorgeous ultimate moves, and there are even no unnecessary words from both sides. The risk and ruthlessness in a short moment are like the end of a fateful duel that has been entangled for a lifetime.