My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

The terrifying power was suppressed from the sky. Fan Zichen snorted coldly and slapped it with a palm. The violent energy directly smashed the Tiansha Seal into pieces, and then looked at Ye Chen with a gloomy expression.

Ye Chen's strength still exceeded his expectations. This energy was not inferior to him. He didn't look like someone who had just joined the Grandmaster. He even looked like a strong man who had been a Grandmaster for more than ten years.

Even if he trained from his mother's womb at a young age, he shouldn't be so strong.

"If you only have this ability, you might as well die."

Ye Chen said indifferently.

"Junior, don't be arrogant."

Fan Zichen shouted angrily, put his five fingers together, turned his palm into a blade, and slashed towards Ye Chen in the air.

The huge sword energy surged out, with unparalleled strength, tearing apart the space in an instant, and slashed towards Ye Chen.

"What a strong sword spirit."

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, a fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, a burst of heroic laughter burst out from his mouth, the golden divine blood in his body rolled, and he punched the sword energy.

With a bang, thunder exploded in the void. This punch was like a tiger roaring in the forest. It was shocking and directly collided with Fan Zichen's sword energy.

With a bang, a loud noise exploded on the road to the sky, and the terrifying energy impacted in all directions. The stone steps made of white jade were directly reduced to ruins, and countless stones flew everywhere.

Fan Zichen's expression changed slightly, and he took a step back involuntarily, while Ye Chen only swayed slightly and did not take a step back.

The first time the two met, it was Ye Chen who had the upper hand, which made Fan Zichen's face darken to the extreme.

"Junior Brother Fan is actually a disadvantage?"

"Junior Brother Fan has been practicing swordsmanship for decades. Even we have to avoid the edge of this sword energy. This junior is not afraid at all?"

At this time, at the end of the road to heaven, Zhang Daoyuan and his group were filled with astonishment.

Fan Zichen's strength is also at the forefront in Longhu Mountain, especially his Longyuan sword technique, which is powerful in China.

Even if you advocate Daoyuan against the superior, you won't be too inferior. Now you can't beat a junior?

At this time, Fan Zichen's face turned red and his eyes were full of humiliation.

He is a dignified elder of Longhu Mountain and has been a master for more than ten years. He is actually on par with a junior in his twenties, and Ye Chen's Qi quality is obviously higher than him.

What's even more terrifying is that his sword energy has no effect on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's physical strength still exceeded his expectations.

"How can you be stronger than me."

Fan Zichen let out a low roar, combined his palms, and swung hard at Ye Chen. A sword energy of dozens of feet flashed out of the air, like a rainbow piercing the sun, and slashed at Ye Chen.

"This move has no effect on me."

Ye Chen sneered, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, he stretched out his jade-white palm, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and punched out in the air.

The white fist was extremely solid, directly defeating Fan Zichen's sword energy, and then blasted towards Fan Zichen's chest.

"I didn't expect you to be able to force me to use this knife."

Fan Zichen's face was extremely gloomy. He took out a bloody long knife from his back and held it hard with his right hand. A dazzling red light emitted from the knife, and a harsh knife sound suddenly sounded.

Fan Zichen swung in the air, and the surge of sword energy directly shattered Ye Chen's fist strength.

"I didn't expect that the dignified elder of Longhushan would be able to use such a bloody sword. It seems that many innocent souls died under your sword."

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the long knife in Fan Zichen's hand.

A flash of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

"My Longyuan Sword kills evil people like you."

Fan Zichen said with a ferocious expression.

"Long Yuan sword? Does your sword also deserve the word Long Yuan?"

Ye Chen sneered.

"You will know if it is worthy of you after trying it."

With the Long Yuan Knife in hand, Fan Zichen's momentum reached its peak. He lay on the knife with both hands and slashed at Ye Chen with one blow.

The blood-red sword light flashed through the void, and in just a blink of an eye, Fan Zichen had opened up eighteen paths in succession.

Eighteen bloody sword auras echoed each other and turned into a sky-shaking sword aura, shrouding Ye Chen in it.

"Death."

Ye Chen made a fist with his right hand and slowly punched out.

The invisible air of death blew around Fan Zichen, and the gloomy aura made him tremble subconsciously, and his eyes were full of horror.

A strong air of death blew past, and the entire space seemed to be frozen. The eighteen sword qi paused for a moment, and then suddenly shattered.

"How is it possible? What kind of martial skill is this? It can actually break my sword energy."

Fan Zichen roared with a look of horror.

"You can leave this question to ask the Lord of Hell underground."

Ye Chen sneered, the blood in his body surged wildly, the golden blood bloomed with glow, and the muscles in his body swelled slightly.

This was the first time Ye Chen fully released the power of his divine body.

"Old thief, take a punch from me."

A flash of light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, he roared, his body bent slightly, like a dragon that had been dormant for a long time, suddenly rose into the air, and punched Fan Zichen.

There were bursts of roaring sounds in the void, and the entire space was shaking. The roaring hurricane rolled up thousands of white clouds and exploded.

"not good."

Fan Zichen's expression changed, and he subconsciously held the Long Yuan knife in front of him, and a trace of blood suddenly lit up.

Ye Chen roared loudly and punched the back of Long Yuan Dao.

With a click, the Long Yuan knife shattered, and Ye Chen's punch hit Fan Zichen's chest with unabated force.

With a bang, Fan Zichen's body flew backwards, hitting the stone steps directly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Longhu Mountain is nothing more than that."

Ye Chen said calmly.

Fan Zichen got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and felt the blood boiling in his chest. The severe pain made his face change a little.

"I didn't expect you to be able to push me to this extent. I will make your soul fly away and you will never be reincarnated."

Fan Zichen let out a low roar, and the aura in his body surged. He made seals with his hands, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura.

"The right thunder method is as urgent as the law."

Fan Zichen's face was extremely solemn. He shouted lowly, squeezed the magic formula with both hands, and silently recited the incantation in his mouth. The terrifying spiritual energy gathered towards Fan Zichen, and suddenly a thunder sounded in the originally clear sky.

"This is the unheralded secret of Longhu Mountain, the Zhengyi thunder method of the ancestral heavenly master Zhang Daoling."

Ye Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

As the aura in Fan Zichen's body became stronger and stronger, pieces of purple thunderclouds condensed on Ye Chen's head. Indistinctly, traces of lightning wandered among the thunderclouds, and a depressing aura enveloped Ye Chen. on the body. (To be continued)