Chapter 305
Words:1029Update:22/06/18 05:38:38
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"It's your turn now!" Yan Chuan licked the blood on his lips and smirked.
"No, no, you devil! You devil!" Wei Bing turned around and tried to run.
"Now you want to run? Jian Nineteen ~ ~ ~! "
He flipped the Jade Emperor Sword and pushed out a huge force from his palm. Suddenly, ten thousand Jade Emperor Swords appeared around Wei Bing like illusions. They seemed illusory and real, surrounding Wei Bing, who was about to escape.
"How, how is this possible?" Wei Bing was shocked.
Wei Bing could feel that these ten thousand illusions were all real. Ten thousand blood swords?
On the other side, Yan Chuan used the Nineteenth Blade and a huge amount of energy was injected into the Jade Emperor Sword.
"Not enough?" Yan Chuan looked ferocious.
"Rumble!"
More astral power rushed into Yan Chuan's body.
"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!"
Cracks appeared on Yan Chuan's body and blood kept flowing. Apparently, the astral power had reached Yan Chuan's limit and Yan Chuan's body was about to explode.
However, the evil Yan Chuan didn't care at all. He was still staring at Wei Bing.
"Die!" Yan Chuan said fiercely.
The ten thousand swords shot towards Wei Bing.
"Ah ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"
Even though Wei Bing had put up a wall of air, the Nineteenth Blade was too powerful. It broke through all of Wei Bing's defenses. The ten thousand swords exploded.
"Boom!"
Wei Bing exploded.
"Buzz!"
The ten thousand swords became one.
"Dong!"
Yan Chuan fell into the lake from the sky.
Wei Bing and Wei Ding were smashed into pieces. The lake sank by half and the trees and mountains were in a mess. It was a difficult battle.
The starlight pillar suddenly disappeared.
However, the cracks on Yan Chuan's body did not disappear. He had already suffered hundreds of sword wounds, but now, thousands of cracks had appeared on his body.
He crawled out of the lake weakly.
"This time, we've killed them all!" The weak man smiled evilly.
After looking around, Yan Chuan took a step forward and shot towards the forest again.
Due to his heavy injuries, his speed was not fast.
Not long after Yan Chuan left, a large number of practitioners gathered by the lake again.
Countless outer sect xiuzhe arrived at the large lake.
"There was a battle here!"
"The mountain over there has also been flattened. It's at least a battle in the Divine Realm!"
"Could it be Yan Chuan?"
"Impossible! Yan Chuan is only at the Essence Stage …! "
"Only at the Mastery level?"
"He's only in the Essence State. My father wasn't even born yet!"
"…!"
"Let's keep looking! Yan Chuan, Wei Bing, and Wei Ding should be nearby! "
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The sky gradually brightened. A day's time was almost up.
On this day, Yan Chuan killed countless people. On this day, many people remembered Yan Chuan's name because of the Blood Devil's descent. On this day, countless experts were fascinated by the unequal and gorgeous battle.
Yan Chuan shuttled through the forest.
His whole body was covered with wounds. It was almost to the point where there was no intact skin.
The speed of shuttling through the forest was not fast, not fast at all!
The blood fog that surrounded Yan Chuan gradually dissipated. His blood-red hair also gradually shortened and turned from its original blood-red color to black.
He ran through the forest with his hair disheveled. His blood-red pupils also gradually recovered.
The super supernatural power slowly faded away. Gradually, Yan Chuan returned to himself. He returned to his original state.
Walking out of the Blood Demon state, Yan Chuan immediately felt a bone-piercing pain from the injuries on his body.
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