Chen Luoyang and Saber Emperor Yuwen Feng rushed to the place where Yan Mingkong and Li Yuanlong had fought.
The green aura on Yan Mingkong's face hadn't completely dissipated.
Chen Luoyang and Yuwen Feng both stared at her.
Yan Mingkong didn't say much. She said in Silence, "I will continue to chase."
Then, she turned around and chased in the direction that Li Yuanlong had escaped.
Chen Luoyang didn't move. He turned around and looked at Yuwen Feng, "Are you worried that I will kill her?"
"To be honest, a little." Yu Wenfeng nodded straightforwardly. "Looks like her Sword Dao is still a huge burden on her at the moment."
Chen Luoyang said casually, "You want to stop me?"
"If you make a move, I will also make a move." Saber Emperor said, "However, the reason this time is not because I like a woman, but because I like a very good opponent."
He looked at Chen Luoyang, "However, I don't feel that your killing intent is strong. It seems that you also think highly of her future."
After a short pause, Saber Emperor Yuwen Feng continued, "No, it is not the future anymore. That day should be coming soon."
Then, his gaze turned to the distant horizon.
There, the ice-blue sword mark was slowly dispersing in the sky.
However, the place where they had fought just now was still cold to the bone.
It wasn't just the body that felt cold.
The coldness came from the bottom of the heart, as if it came from the soul.
"How can a loser be brave?"
Chen Luoyang said lightly, "I once thought that the loser would be brave after being humiliated, so I was willing to give them a chance. But unfortunately, they were disappointed again and again. Your brother Xiu Zhe was like this, and so was Wang Jian."
He looked at the battlefield, "It is not a surprise that Li Yuanlong could reach level 14, but it is still acceptable. But today, he lost to Yan Mingkong, who is level 13. It seems that the fundamental problem has not been changed."
Chen Luoyang's expression was indifferent, even with a slightly disappointed expression.
"He's always opportunistic. Even if he cultivates to the Transcendent Realm, it won't help."
Saber Emperor Yu Wen Feng said, "Because of this, We look forward to Yan Mingkong's performance after breaking through to level 14."
He leisurely said, "I can see that she is only one piece of paper away. After today's battle, she might be able to pierce through this piece of paper."
"I hope so." Chen Luoyang placed his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "In the past, I thought that these losers would know shame and become courageous. But now, I feel more and more that the reason they failed is because they only have this little bit of weight."
After saying that, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked in the direction where Yan Mingkong and Li Yuanlong had disappeared.
This time, Saber Emperor Yu Wen Feng wasn't as vigilant as before. Instead, he laughed and shook his head, "From the moment Li Yuanlong destroyed his own imperial capital, he has already lost the right to contend for the world."
"If I want to kill him, then kill him. Why do I need a reason?" Chen Luoyang's figure disappeared into the distance. Only his voice echoed in the air.
Yu Wen Feng smiled and didn't follow. Instead, he stood where he was and took a deep breath.
The cold air made the smile on his face even thicker.
"This should be the third time in the history of the Divine Land that Emperor Wu, who was at the True Form Realm, counterattacked and killed a Transcendent Realm opponent, right?"
Yu Wen Feng muttered to himself, "I'm really looking forward to it …"
He came back to his senses, laughed loudly, and left this place.
Then, he returned to Chen Luoyang's Crimson Dragon Imperial Carriage.
The people of the Devil Religion who stayed behind looked at this leader of the foreign races cautiously.
Yu Wen Feng casually found a seat and sat down. He closed his eyes and rested, as if he had no interest in what would happen next.
On the other side, Chen Luoyang, after leaving Yu Wen Feng, finally revealed his true thoughts.
That was …
Helplessness.
His heart was tired of living.
You big brothers and sisters, do you have to be so fierce?
In front of Yu Wen Feng, he didn't seem to care much about Yan Mingkong's swordsmanship.
But in fact, Chen Luoyang's heart was ringing wildly.
At the moment, he still couldn't determine the limit of the power of Yan Mingkong's sword.
But the reaction of the rusted bronze sword in his arms made him very concerned.
The origin of this rusted bronze sword was extremely mysterious, and the swordsmanship contained in it was even more thrilling.
Chen Luoyang had the Divine Martial Demon Fist, so he wasn't afraid.
But objectively speaking, this sword was indeed extraordinary.
Sword Emperor Wang Jian was able to go further because of the help of this rusted sword.
Chen Luoyang could also feel the powerful sword intent of Nirvana Nothingness when he tried to figure out the power of the sword.
If Yan Mingkong's swordsmanship was the same as this rusted bronze sword, Chen Luoyang wouldn't mind.
But now it seemed that the two sides were obviously different, but they seemed to be related.
This made him a little hesitant.
Unlike him and Wang Jian, their understanding of the rusted bronze sword was still on the surface.
Yan Mingkong's swordsmanship had obviously reached a higher level.
The only thing he wasn't sure about was whether her swordsmanship was self-created, or if she had gained something else like the rusted bronze sword that Chen Luoyang had obtained?
Chen Luoyang was thinking in his heart, but he was also vigilant.
After all, it was a unique skill that could kill an opponent in the fourteenth realm with the cultivation of the thirteenth realm.
However, as Yu Wen Feng said, such swordsmanship seemed to be a big burden on Yan Mingkong herself.
It could even be said to be very big.
Otherwise, Li Yuanlong would definitely die on the spot, and it would be difficult for him to escape.
Although he couldn't be sure whether Yan Mingkong was unable to kill Li Yuanlong on the spot, or to guard against Chen Luoyang and Yu Wen Feng, so he held back.
But there must be a limit.
The question was, where was the limit?
If …
If Yan Mingkong broke through to the fourteenth realm, would her limit increase?
Or even, there would be no limit?
Chen Luoyang thought as he kept walking.
Yu Wen Feng didn't care whether Li Yuanlong ran or not.
But Hierarch Chen cared.
Damn, this is the source of the blood red nectar in my Black Pot!
Thank you to the ancestors of the Devil religion, thank you to the previous emperors of the Xia dynasty, and especially thank you, Mr. Li Yuanlong.
Thank you for your hard work, and your struggle to reach the fourteenth realm.
Your struggle is definitely worth it, and will not be in vain.
Your generosity and kindness will be remembered and admired by everyone in the world.
Now, you are worth more than the thirteenth realm!
After killing you, I should be able to get enough nectar to inquire about the information of the Saber Emperor Yu Wen Feng.
Chen Luoyang felt helpless.
He found that when he inquired about people of the same realm through the Black Pot, if there was a difference in cultivation, the amount of nectar needed might also fluctuate.
Sometimes, a penny stumped a hero. Lacking a drop of nectar, the result would be the difference between being able to inquire and not.
The Saber Emperor Yu Wen Feng's strength had greatly improved after this trip.
Although Chen Luoyang wasn't sure how much nectar it would consume to inquire about him, but according to the pattern, it would definitely consume more than the previous him.
This made Chen Luoyang's heart ache.
He did spare Ban Hongqing's life.
But if it was necessary, Chen Luoyang would have to act in advance to make up for the number, and would not be able to leave it for Su Ye to practice.
And now that Li Yuanlong had advanced to the fourteenth realm, it gave Chen Luoyang a huge surprise.
Just like the Tai Sui.
Hierarch Chen rubbed his palms together, and made up his mind to personally kill Li Yuanlong, Mr. Li.
The amount of Blood Red Jade Nectar one could obtain by killing them personally was more than what one could obtain under normal circumstances.
Relying on Li Yuanlong's generous contribution, getting information about Yu Wen Feng should be just around the corner, right?
As the saying goes, a poor man's ambition is short, and a thin horse's hair is long.
After this trip, the blood red nectar in the black pot was accumulating more and more, should I consider other luxuries?
Chen Luoyang thought to himself in a self-mocking manner.
The black pot provided many pill recipes, and even the names of healing techniques.
Chen Luoyang once considered that apart from getting information about the Saber Emperor Yu Wen Feng, he could change his way of thinking.
He could try to get more things that could help him heal from the black pot.
Understanding the enemy was one of the ways to defeat the enemy.
Strengthening oneself was also a way to defeat the enemy, and it was more straightforward.
Unfortunately, he was helpless. His injuries were gradually healing, and he was close to the point where he needed to cure the root of his illness.
Most of the time, this situation was the most difficult.
He especially had to be careful not to leave behind any hidden injuries.
Some spiritual medicines or healing techniques that were originally effective were useless at this stage.
What could be used was that the blood red nectar in the pot was not enough.
So now he could only slowly struggle on his own.
However, if he could kill Li Yuanlong, he believed that the blood red nectar he would get would be extremely rich.
At that time, there might be hope to get information about Yu Wen Feng or elixirs.
So, Mr. Li, don't disappoint me!
Chen Luoyang was thinking in his heart, and suddenly there was a loud noise in front of him.
In the distant sky, a blood light suddenly rose up.
The blood-red light pillar went straight up to the sky, as if it was splitting the sky into two.
The top of the light pillar went straight into the sky, and no one knew where it went.
Chen Luoyang frowned slightly, feeling that this movement was a bit unusual.
Was it Li Yuanlong's work, or did it come from Yan Mingkong?
Just as his mind was spinning rapidly, he suddenly felt the invisible black pot in his mind shake slightly.
The rusted bronze sword also vibrated slightly and reacted.
Then, there was another thing that seemed to be different.
It was the black mirror that he obtained from the Ancient God Peak volcano, which was related to the founder of the Devil religion, "Nine-armed Devil" Fei Chen.
Chen Luoyang was even more vigilant.
The rusted bronze sword and the pitch-black ancient mirror appeared in his hands at the same time.
The black pot in his mind was the first to return to normal.
At this moment, the pitch-black ancient mirror had already returned to normal. There was no longer anything strange, and it still looked inconspicuous.
And on the surface of the rusted bronze sword, there was a faint brilliance again, in the brilliance runes flowed, but it also gradually dissipated, returning to its original state.
Chen Luoyang slightly raised his eyebrows.
The blood-red light pillar in the distant sky, at this time, also gradually disappeared.
Chen Luoyang noticed that when the light pillar appeared, it rose from the ground to the sky.
But now when it disappeared, it retracted into the sky, and finally disappeared above the sky.
He cautiously approached it.
After arriving at the place, he found nothing.
As he hurried forward, the figure of Li Yuanlong gradually appeared.
Seeing this, Chen Luoyang did not rejoice, but frowned.
Where was Yan Mingkong, who was chasing behind Li Yuanlong and should be in front of Chen Luoyang?
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