Chapter 387: A caring little cotton jacket, just a glance

Chapter 387: A caring little cotton jacket, just a casual look

The Immortal Collapse Technique is the True Immortal Technique created by Yan Buqu during his peak period.

He originally wanted to rely on this move to destroy Tang Chen's swordsmanship.

However, the idea is very beautiful, and the reality is too skinny.

It is known that Tang Chen's self-created martial arts has been imprinted on the Immortal Dao Monument, and it is truly recognized as the Golden Immortal Technique!

The Golden Immortal Technique is even higher than the True Immortal Technique!

Tang Chen's blood was slightly surging, knowing that Yan Buqu's combat power was quite strong and could not be underestimated.

What he did was to understand himself in battle, break through himself, and make the swordsmanship go further.

"Sword One."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the power of the law condensed into a law sword, hidden at his waist.

At this moment, space and time went back and gathered in Tang Chen's hands.

Clang!

The Law Sword was unsheathed, and the might of the sword spread all over the world.

The sword light destroyed the infinite, and everything was killed!

"Ghost Crying Mask!"

Facing the mighty power of the sword-drawing technique, Yan Buqu's palms and fingers were surrounded by mysterious light, and he wore a crying mask.

In an instant, his figure became illusory, and even if he was flashed by the sword light, his body was still unharmed.

Seeing this, Tang Chen immediately used his fire eyes and golden pupils with all his strength.

[Ghost Crying Mask: Made from the skull of a true immortal, it can conceal itself. It seems to be unharmed, but in fact it is in another place. 】

Tang Chen suddenly realized.

It's not that the killing is ineffective, but Yan Buqu relies on the ghost crying mask to hide in another place.

Seeing Tang Chen's surprised look, Yan Buqu said proudly: "There are some things you won't understand, die quickly!"

After speaking, the ghost crying mask burst into mysterious divine light, reflecting the world like a mirage, forming a strange and wonderful scene.

When Tang Chen opened his eyes, countless Yan Buqu stood on all sides, densely packed.

"Can you find your true body?"

"Tang Chen, you are too young and too simple after all, and you don't understand the dangers of the world at all!"

Countless Yan Buqu laughed wildly, and the laughter echoed in the sky.

If ordinary people saw this, they would definitely be driven crazy.

However, Tang Chen silently took the prison-suppressing fairy boxing gloves, put them on, and raised a faint arc at the corner of his mouth.

"You dare to act so presumptuously in front of me with such petty tricks? It seems that you can only be a dog of the Bloodthirsty Evil Emperor." He taunted.

This sentence completely angered Yan Buqu, and his blood pressure instantly rose to the maximum.

He roared with a ferocious face: "I will replace the Bloodthirsty Evil Emperor, and you will become my vessel!"

All Yan Buqu evolved into a blue bone knife, and the knife's momentum was vast, slicing the space here like a sky-shattering crack.

This scene was as terrifying as the destruction of the world.

But Tang Chen's eyes burst into red-gold divine light, and his fiery eyes saw through the illusion, and his true form appeared in an instant!

"Fighting Saint Method!"

Tang Chen looked straight to the east, raised his head and roared, and the purple air behind him surged, like a volcanic magma that flooded half of the sky.

He tightly grasped the Immortal Prison Boxing Gloves, and blasted violently, purple light rioted, evolving into a purple star fist, crushing the void.

Yan Buqu's true body and mind shook violently, and a look of horror spread from the depths of his eyes, and he whispered: "How do you know this place!"

He bit his teeth and swung the green bone knife, chopping the purple star, which exploded with a bang, the power of the law spread, and everything turned into dust.

Space continued to evolve in the process of breaking and repairing, which was very strange.

The Purple Emperor's martial arts was fully utilized by Tang Chen.

Yan Buqu leaned back, his hair bun flew, and his black hair fell down, looking very embarrassed.

His face was still full of disbelief, blood on the corner of his mouth, and he asked again with eyes wide open: "Why did you see through my true self?"

Tang Chen shrugged and said: "Just a casual look."

This sentence almost made Yan Buqu vomit three liters of blood.

He concealed himself with a ghost cry mask, how could he see it just by a casual look?

Yan Buqu's face became more and more gloomy, no longer as confident as before.

"Okay, very good, the stronger you perform, the more I look forward to the moment of successful possession." He pretended to be calm.

Tang Chen shook his head: "I suggest you keep dreaming."

Suddenly, a violent atmosphere flowed in this small sky.

Because Yan Buqu had a sword in his hand.

The sword was strange, emitting a bloody light, as if it had drunk the blood of countless immortals, and its power was terrifying.

"This sword, which kills immortals and slashes gods, has been stained with the blood of seventeen true immortals. Tang Chen, you are very lucky to have the opportunity to see it." Yan Buqu sneered. Clang! He raised the sword of slashing immortals, and the blade light reappeared in the world like a bloody prison, shattering the entire lake, which was extremely terrifying. Tang Chen was originally thinking about how to make a good sword for his master, but Yan Buqu sent it to him in a hurry. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "You are really a thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket. The gift for the master has been settled." "You don't know how to live or die, take the Black Xuan Immortal Sword, and let you know that it is just a useless sword!" Yan Buqu laughed angrily. Tang Chen showed a playful look and said, "Since you have given me such a great gift, I will do your thing."

Yan Buqu, who was still mocking, froze in the next moment.

When the Black Mystic Immortal Sword appeared, golden immortal energy lingered in the void, like the supreme sword, and all the swords in the world submitted to it.

It was like a person must kowtow to the king.

"Golden Immortal Weapon..."

"You actually have a Golden Immortal Weapon?"

"There shouldn't be such a thing in the Cangxuan Realm!"

Yan Buqu shouted in despair.

No wonder he was so calm.

The strongest in the Cangxuan Realm are the True Immortals and Immortal Weapons, so where is the Golden Immortal Weapon?

So, when Yan Buqu saw this, he was numb and his scalp was numb.

Tang Chen shrugged innocently and said, "You want to see it, I didn't force you."

Yan Buqu was really crazy.

The Golden Immortal Weapon appeared, how could he fight?

Boom!

In an instant, the evil spirits all over the eight directions were suppressed.

Tang Chen was like a sword god, holding the Black Xuan Immortal Sword, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were constantly emerging behind him.

"Sword Art of Immortal Slaughter!"

Tang Chen waved the Black Xuan Immortal Sword in his hand.

The immortal spirit was shaken, and the image of the immortals falling became more and more obvious, as if it was real, deeply imprinted in Yan Buqu's eyes.

"The Great Slaughter Sword Technique!"

Yan Buqu was sweating profusely, but he had to resist and fight back immediately.

A mountain formed by the condensation of flesh and blood appeared behind him, and the extreme killing aura gathered at one point and evolved into a sky-lifting divine sword.

The sword fell, and the immortals and gods perished!

A bang!

The earth collapsed and the space was destroyed.

Everything within a radius of dozens of miles turned into nothingness.

The laws were even wiped out in the sky, so terrifying.

Puff!

Yan Buqu vomited blood crazily, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken string, smashing down one mountain after another.

The Immortal Slaying Sword was not at the same level in front of the Black Mystic Immortal Sword after all.

In the sky, Tang Chen's white clothes were whiter than snow, but they were also stained with a wisp of crimson, and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

But compared to this, Tang Chen looked at the Black Mystic Immortal Sword with surprise.

As expected of a golden immortal weapon, it is much more powerful than before!

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Cry, cry all of you!