As for the man in white, he had already disappeared, leaving only Ye Chen.
Ye Chen resisted the shock in his heart, opened the door and walked in!
Stab!
The door was opened, Ye Chen looked around and found that there was nothing around him. After a stick of incense, an illusory figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Extremely young.
"I was the Iron-Blooded Saint King tens of thousands of years ago. You can fight with me!"
One sentence made Ye Chen's expression completely change. He had never heard of the name Iron-Blooded Holy King.
It's just that those who can become holy kings are the highest peaks in Lingwu Continent.
This is the case with the Eternal Holy King.
He was also sure that this group of people really came from the same origin as the Eternal Holy King!
Ye Chen used his spiritual mind to scan the realm of the young man's shadow, and found that there was only the peak of the Hunyuan realm, and felt slightly relieved.
It seems that the Iron-Blooded Holy King is not that strong at his age, otherwise a Holy King could crush him with one finger.
Ye Chen took out the Hedao artifact and held it in his hand, his eyes full of fighting spirit and a hint of vigilance.
Who can become a holy king? Which one is not a peerless genius?
"The killing sword of time!"
Ye Chen raised his arm slightly, the law of time continued to flow, and the terrifying aura burst out continuously, and it was a killing move as soon as it came up!
Facing the existence of the former Holy King, Ye Chen must deal with it carefully!
"war!"
The Iron-Blooded Saint King fell down, reaching the extreme speed, and his pair of iron fists were like the sharpest weapons in the world.
At this moment, the fist intention suddenly burst out, and the sharp fist intention made Ye Chen's robes make a sound,
Ye Chen frowned, and the pressure around him poured towards him crazily.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The sword in Ye Chen's hand made a buzzing sound, and the sword cut through the surrounding air.
The spiritual energy in his body burst out crazily, and the sword light burst out with dazzling light.
The ultimate sword!
One sword is about to cut down nine heavens!
There was no fear in the eyes of the Iron-Blooded Holy King, but instead there was a hint of excitement.
He longs for a fight!
This battle made him so excited that the blood in his body couldn't help but beat.
boom!
The moment the two came into contact with each other, a terrifying explosion broke out, like thunder!
Ye Chen could see with his naked eyes that there were sword marks on the iron fists of the Iron-Blooded Saint King, but they were just that, not even a drop of blood flowed out.
Abnormal defense!
The Iron-Blooded Saint King has already rushed over and came to Ye Chen's side!
Although a pair of iron fists had not yet arrived, the fist's intention had already scratched Ye Chen's cheek!
Ding!
Ye Chen raised his arm to block it with the Hedao artifact in his hand.
Kick!
The huge force made him couldn't help but take two steps back, and the blood in his body surged.
Ye Chen's eyes were full of shock. The Iron-Blooded Holy King tens of thousands of years ago was so strong when he was young!
You know, his strength can already kill the peak of Hunyuan in an instant, but in front of the Iron-Blooded Holy King, he can't get any benefit at all, and he is even vaguely suppressed!
Ming!
When Ye Chen stepped back, a phantom of a phoenix appeared behind him!
Blazing flames spurted out, and the phoenix phantom rushed in front of the Iron-Blooded Holy King like lightning!
He must win this battle. This is just the first level. There are five floors in this hall. I'm afraid he can only pass them all!
The Iron-Blooded Saint King is on the first level, and is just the weakest existence. If he cannot defeat him, how will he face the next battle.
Now he has no way out, only a fight!
Facing the phoenix figure, the Iron-Blooded Holy King opened his arms and suddenly grabbed the two wings with his two hands.
Click!
With a crisp sound, the phoenix silhouette was torn in half and disappeared into the void.
When Ye Chen saw this scene, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth fiercely, and tore the phoenix apart with his hands. The Iron-Blooded Saint King was probably a physical strongman tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe the Iron-Blooded Holy King in his prime state could really compete with the Phoenix Divine Beast.
"I'm not happy, can you have a fight with my physical body?"
The Iron-Blooded Saint King stared at Ye Chen with a pair of fighting eyes. Such a battle made him unhappy at all.
Only the most primitive battle can inspire his strongest fighting spirit!
"good!"
Ye Chen agreed directly without any hesitation. He has his own pride.
So what if he was a strong man tens of thousands of years ago? He believed that he was no worse than anyone else!
The power of the Iron-Blooded Saint King will not destroy his fighting spirit, it will only make him stronger!
The real strong man rises to the top by stepping on the corpses of countless geniuses!
In the same battle, Ye Chen is not afraid of anyone!
His way will not bow to anyone!
Ye Chen put away the Hedao artifact in his hand, clenched his fists, and the two of them fought alone with their bodies!
"war!"
Ye Chen roared angrily, and then rushed to the front of the Iron-Blooded Holy King.
They clenched their fists and blasted each other directly. The two of them fought in the most primitive way!
boom! boom! boom!
One punch after another, the bones cracked one after another.
Ye Chen's arms were numb from the shock, and he didn't know how many bones in his fists were broken.
The flesh-colored fist had already turned scarlet, and the blood and energy in his body were constantly surging.
Ye Chen's physical strength has never been bad, but he still feels inadequate when facing the Iron-Blooded Holy King.
boom!
The Iron-Blooded Saint King punched Ye Chen on the chest.
Ye Chen forcibly held back the pain, gritted his teeth and continued to fight!
The Iron-Blooded Saint King held Ye Chen's fists with one hand and suddenly raised his feet. Ye Chen didn't show any weakness! Two forces collide.
The Iron-Blooded Holy King groaned in pain and couldn't help but take two steps back.
At this moment, Ye Chen directly distanced himself from him, and his figure was a little unsteady.
If this continues, only Ye Chen will suffer, but he doesn't have any timidity.
He stabilized his body and charged forward bravely!
Clenching his bloody fists, he would not give up as long as he could walk.
Ye Chen's way is to fight to the death and never admit defeat!
Even Ye Chen didn't use any of his trump cards!
The Tomb of Reincarnation, the Eye of the Devil, everything has not been used!
He has to fight on his own against the genius from tens of thousands of years ago!
Strong willpower comes into play at this moment.
When the Iron-Blooded Holy King saw this scene, a softness flashed in his eyes.
"Your will is not enough. The power of the physical body is only superficial. Only the will is eternal. Even if the physical body dies, the will is immortal, and you are an immortal existence."
The Iron-Blooded Saint King said, without hesitation, he punched Ye Chen in the body.
"ah!"
Ye Chen couldn't help but cry out. This punch seemed to not only cause physical pain, but also tremble in the soul.
"war!"
Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his blood-red eyes looking like a madman.
At this moment, he forgot what he was doing, forgot everything, and only had the will to fight in his heart.
Not crazy, not live!
Every punch of the Iron Blood Saint King hit Ye Chen's body.
Every time you get punched, you have to bear the heart-wrenching feeling.
The speed of Ye Chen's waving arms became slower and slower, and the power on his fists continued to decrease.
Now, he was covered in blood, and all he could think about was punching.
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