Chapter 2187



"boom!"

Mu Yanjun rushed out in anger, with a strong and harsh roar, his aura was breathtaking, making people feel suffocated.

"Long'er be careful!" Long's mother was extremely worried, and her palms were sweating.

"Did this kid break through the gods?" Feng Zhengxiong guessed with a frown.

really.

Feng Wuchen slowly stimulated the power of the bloodline, and the terrifying aura of the two-star God Venerable spread, the dazzling golden light flashed, and the air waves like a death storm rolled wildly.

"Two Star God Venerable!" Long Tianqiu exclaimed in shock.

"It really broke through the gods, and it's still a two-star god!" Feng Zhengxiong's eyes instantly enlarged to the extreme.

"Master actually broke through the competition of the gods!" Gu Yuan, Fairy Yuyan and others were shocked, and the terrifying speed of cultivation made them feel tongue-tied.

"The cultivation of the two-star gods, the bloodline power plus the ancient power, as well as the blessing of the divine weapon and the holy sword, the fighting power of the leader is only five to six stars at most, how can this fight against Mu Yanjun?" Ling Muyun worried.

In the dark, Mu Xuanshan, Tongtian and others were also secretly shocked. Feng Wuchen's growth rate was too terrifying.

"It turns out that you have already stepped into the two-star God Venerable. No wonder you are so sure. Unfortunately, no matter how strong you are, you will not be my opponent after all!" Mu Yanjun said disdainfully, as if stating a fact.

The power of time was motivated, and Feng Wuchen waved his hand, and the invisible power of time spread with the power of destroying the dead.

"Is this also an ancient power?" Mu Yanjun frowned slightly.

When the power of time spread to Mu Yanjun, his whole body froze, paused for a second, and then recovered.

Although it was only a second, Mu Yanjun really felt it.

"call out!"

But in that second, Feng Wuchen had already flashed over and punched it.

"What?" Mu Yanjun was shocked.

"boom!"

Feng Wuchen was severely hit in the chest, and there was a bang, and the body was shot out like a cannonball, crashing into several mountains.

"Little Lord!"

"How is this possible? Two-star gods can't have this kind of power!"

"No, this is the combat power of the Five-Star God Venerable! Feng Wuchen has motivated the ancient powers and artifacts!"

More than a dozen Holy Soul Temple powerhouses exclaimed.

"What happened just now?" Mu Yanjun was horrified. Although Feng Wuchen's power could not hurt him, it was indeed shocking to be hit without knowing it.

"Is it unscathed? It's really strong." Feng Wuchen secretly said, but he didn't expect this punch to hurt Mu Yanjun.

"call out!"

Mu Yanjun took a step in the void and flashed over in an instant, Sen Leng's eyes staring at Feng Wuchen like a poisonous snake.

"Sure enough, there are some tricks, I really underestimate you! Unfortunately, your power is too weak, your punch is no different from a mosquito bite." Mu Yanjun said, terrifying murderous aura, just like the substance, making it difficult to breathe.

"call out!"

In an instant, Feng Wuchen was holding the dragon sword and stabbed Mu Yanjun between the eyebrows, which was very abrupt and difficult to detect.

"Holy Artifact!" Mu Yanjun's pupils shrank, his heart was shocked again, and his fists clenched unwillingly.

Recalling that Feng Wuchen was jealous of his possession of an ancient artifact, this was simply slapping himself in the face.

What kind of bullshit ancient artifact does not enter Feng Wuchen's eyes at all.

"roll!"

Mu Yanjun's expression was shocked, and he suddenly shouted angrily, and an unparalleled domineering energy erupted, forcibly sending Feng Wuchen flying out.

"Shhhhhh!"

The terrifying power was injected into the Jinghong Divine Sword, Mu Yanjun stepped on the void, his figure flashed left and right like lightning, leaving behind a blue light and shadow, approaching Feng Wuchen in the blink of an eye, and a sword fiercely slashed at Feng Wuchen, offensive. Fierce, unstoppable.

"Is it suppressed by the holy sword?" Mu Yanjun frowned slightly. At the moment of the attack, he clearly felt that the power of the holy sword had weakened a lot, and it was obviously suppressed.

The extremely fast attack, Feng Wuchen was unable to avoid it at this moment, and could only face it with a sword.

"Ding!"

"Buzz!"

The holy sword and the divine sword collided with each other, and there was a clanging sound of gold and iron, and the extremely terrifying collision energy shook, and the void within a radius of tens of thousands of feet collapsed layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the face of Mu Yanjun's violent power, Feng Wuchen was powerless to resist, his body shot out, the blood in his body violently churned, and the hand holding the sword felt a tingling sensation.

If it weren't for a strong body, this head-to-head touch would be enough to shock the wind and dust.

After all, the power that Mu Yanjun burst out has reached the realm of the Seven Star God Venerable.

"Humph! That's all? It's just my ability to achieve seven successes." Mu Yanjun said disdainfully, and used his body technique to chase again, and his figure turned into blue lightning and flashed.

"Ancient Divine Art! Seven-star Profound Shadow Sword!"

Mu Yanjun shouted, and instantly condensed seven terrifying energy swords, which were blocked around Feng Wuchen, and he also possessed the skills of forcible control, making Feng Wuchen unable to move.

"This sword art can actually trap me!" Feng Wuchen was shocked.

Feng Wuchen absolutely believed that if he was hit by these seven terrifying energy swords, he would definitely be seriously injured.

"Amber Glass Divine Armor!" Feng Wuchen quickly sacrificed the Divine Armor.

"Humph! Feng Wuchen, no one has escaped my Seven Star Profound Shadow Sword! You are no exception!" Mu Yanjunsen said coldly, the murderous aura in his eyes extremely terrifying.

"Shhhhhh!"

"Chucky!"

The seven energy swords turned into blue lightning, mercilessly swept Feng Wuchen, even if Feng Wuchen had two divine armors to protect his body, he could not resist the overbearing energy sword attack at this moment.

"Long'er!" Mother Long looked in her eyes and felt pain in her heart.

"Leader!" Everyone in the Dragon Temple was in a hurry.

"The gap in strength is too great! Even if the lord has a divine armor, he can't stop Mu Yanjun's power!" Ling Xuan said anxiously, his face full of worry and panic.

"Humph! Feng Wuchen, don't forget our bet." Seeing Feng Wuchen's inability to resist, Mu Yanjun became more and more complacent.

The left hand formed a sword finger, and under the control of Mu Yanjun, the seven energy swords that were attacking frantically turned into a sword circle and exploded beside Feng Wuchen.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Puff puff!"

The seven energy swords exploded, and the terrifying power shocked Feng Wuchen to vomit blood again and again, and the injury deteriorated in an instant. Even with the help of Yansheng Jue, the injury recovered so quickly.

"Chen'er!" Xiao Qingqing's tears had already fallen.

"Owner!"

"Alliance!"

Everyone in the Dragon Temple was extremely panicked. If they lost this battle, not only the ancient power and divine fire would be taken away, but even their lives would have to be taken in.

"Haha! Feng Wuchen, you lost!" Mu Yanjun laughed excitedly up to the sky.

"Too weak! It's unbearable! The young master can kill him with one sword!"

"Young master is the strongest! What a shit-sister, you are not qualified to fight against the young master at all!"

"Haha! Do you really think that a little achievement in the field of alchemists is great? I don't know that strength is the most important thing!"

The powerhouses of the Holy Spirit Temple sneered endlessly.

"Really?" Feng Wuchen's incomparably cold voice came from the center of the explosion.