My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

The terrifying power came to suppress it in the air, Fan Zichen snorted coldly, and slapped it with a palm. The violent infuriating energy directly smashed the earthshaking mark, and then looked at Ye Chen with a gloomy expression.

Ye Chen's strength still surpassed his expectations. This true energy was not inferior to him. It didn't look like he had just joined the master, or even a strong man who had been a master for more than ten years.

Even at a young age, even if he cultivates from the womb, he shouldn't be so strong.

"If you only have this ability, you'd better die."

Ye Chen said indifferently.

"Junior, don't be arrogant."

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

The huge sword energy rushed out, with unmatched energy, it instantly tore the space and cut it towards Ye Chen.

"So strong knife intent."

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, a flash of war intent flashed in his eyes, and there was a heroic laughter in his mouth, and the golden blood in his body rolled over and punched with a knife.

With a bang, thunder in the sky exploded, and this fist was like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forest, shocking, and directly collided with Fan Zichen's sword energy.

There was a bang, a loud bang blasted on the road to the sky, and the terrifying vigor impacted in all directions. The stone steps made of white jade were directly razed to ruins, and countless stones were flying in all directions.

Fan Zichen's face changed slightly, and his figure involuntarily took a step back, but Ye Chen just shook slightly, not taking a step back.

The first time the two played against each other, Ye Chen turned out to have the upper hand, which made Fan Zichen's expression extremely gloomy.

"Senior Brother Fan turned out to be a disadvantage?"

"Junior Brother Fan has been practicing swords for dozens of years. Even if I wait for this sword to avoid its sharpness, this junior is not afraid of it?"

At this time, at the end of Dengtian Road, Zhang Daoyuan's and his party's faces were full of shock.

Fan Zichen's strength is also in the forefront of Longhu Mountain, especially the Longyuan sword technique, which is Megatron Huaxia.

Even if he is advocating Dao Yuan against Shangfu, he won't be inferior too much. Now he can't beat a junior?

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

He is the dignified elder of Dragon Tiger Mountain. He has been in the master for more than ten years, and he is in the middle of nowhere with a junior in his twenties, and the quality of Ye Chen's true energy is obviously higher than that.

Even more terrifying, his sword energy had no effect on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's physical strength still exceeded his expectations.

"How can you be better than me."

Fan Zichen let out a low growl, merged his palms, and waved hard towards Ye Chen, a sword energy of several tens of feet flashed out of thin air, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, and slashed towards Ye Chen.

"This trick has no effect on me."

Ye Chen sneered, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, stretched out his jade-white palm, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and threw a fist in the air.

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

"Unexpectedly, you could force me to use this knife."

Fan Zichen's face was extremely gloomy. He took out a blood-colored long knife from his back and squeezed it hard with his right hand. A dazzling red light was emitted from the knife body, and the sharp sound of the knife suddenly sounded.

Fan Zichen waved in the air, and the soaring sword energy directly shattered Ye Chen's fist strength.

"Unexpectedly, the dignified elder of Longhushan would use such a **** long knife. It seems that you have killed a lot of wronged souls with this knife."

Ye Chen squinted his eyes, looking at the long knife in Fan Zichen's hand, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

"The old man, the Longyuan sword, kills people like you."

Fan Zichen said grimly.

"Long Yuan knife? Do you also use the word Long Yuan with this knife?"

Ye Chen sneered.

"Whether it's worth it, you'll know if you try it."

With Long Yuan Knife in hand, Fan Zichen's aura reached the peak, with both hands lying on the sword, it was a stab at Ye Chen.

The blood-red light of the sword flashed through the void, just a dazzling effort, Fan Zichen had already opened up a full eighteen.

Eighteen **** sword auras echoed each other, turning into a sword aura that soared to the sky, covering Ye Chen.

"Quiet."

Ye Chen clenched his right hand into a fist, and slowly threw a punch.

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

A thick breath of silence blew by, and the entire space seemed to be frozen, a slight pause for eighteen sword auras, and then burst into pieces.

"How is it possible, what kind of martial skill this is, it can break my sword energy."

Fan Zichen growled in horror.

"This question, you can ask the Lord Yan underground."

Ye Chen sneered, the blood in his whole body surged, the golden blood burst into light, and the muscles in his whole body swelled slightly.

This is the first time Ye Chen has fully released the power of the divine body.

"Old thief, give me a punch."

A gleam of light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes and a long howl, his body bends slightly, like a dragon that has been dormant for a long time, suddenly soaring into the air, and blasting towards Fan Zichen with a punch.

There was a roar in the sky, the entire space was shaking, and the howling hurricane rolled up thousands of white clouds and burst out.

"not good."

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

Ye Chen gave a long whistle and banged his fist on the back of Long Yuandao.

With a click, Long Yuan Dao smashed in response, and Ye Chen's punch blasted Fan Zichen's chest unabated.

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

"Longhushan, that's nothing more."

Ye Chen said calmly.

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

"Unexpectedly, you could push me to such a degree. I must let you go to death, and you will never be superborn."

Fan Zichen let out a low roar, the aura in his body soared, pinching the tactics with his hands, the whole body exuded a sharp aura.

"It's a thunder, eager like a law."

Fan Zichen's face was extremely solemn, and he snorted, squeezed the tactics with his hands, and muttered the spell silently. The terrifying aura gathered towards Fan Zichen, and the sky of clear sky suddenly sounded a thunder.

"This is the unspoken secret of Longhu Mountain, the righteous thunder method of the ancestor Zhang Daoling."

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

As the aura in Fan Zichen's body became stronger and stronger, pieces of purple thunderclouds unexpectedly condensed on Ye Chen's head. Vaguely, a trace of electric light wandered among the thunderclouds, and a trace of depressive aura enveloped Ye Chen's. Body.