Chen Rui's eyes condensed, staring at the golden flames that were rushing towards him. His right hand, which had been raised, fell down with a bang. The sword energy roared and spread out like a fan. Then he thundered, and rushed straight to the golden flames, colliding in an instant.

The space was trembling violently, and the golden flame slowly melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fan-shaped sword energy was also offset by a large part. Mu Chen immediately pinched his hands with his hands, and a little bit between his eyebrows, and a trace of blood immediately spilled out of the corner of his mouth. His whole person's breath became even more listless, but a stronger and vast force spread out from the dragon-patterned sword.

This power has dragon power, sword intent and Mu Chen's full power, which makes the fan-shaped sword energy even more powerful. Finally, it swept past, completely destroyed the golden flame, and then quickly covered the flame without trace.

Yan Wuzong immediately retreated in the screams. After spewing out three mouthfuls of blood, the Yan Shen Soldier Armor on his body also made a crackling sound in the epicenter of the sound, but the original crack suddenly spread. Finally, with a loud bang, it completely collapsed, turned into countless burning flames and broke out from his body and fell to the ground.

A deep bone-visible wound suddenly appeared on Yan Wuqin's chest. If it were only enough to show the power of the dragon-patterned sword. From the wound, a trace of scarlet evil spirit was constantly eroding the flesh and blood, making Yan Wuqin unable to recover. In his horror, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood again. If it weren't for the Yan God's Armor, he would have lost his way under this sword. Despite this, Yan Wuqin suffered an unprecedented severe injury.

"It's just a bastard. The golden body of Nirvana has no ability to resist at all! Stop it, I, Yan Wuzhi, would like to sacrifice five hundred years of life, open the flame clan pattern between the eyebrows, and turn into a magical power passed down by our ancestors. Yin and Yang Lihuo, come out for me!" As Yan Wuzhi's roar, his face became paler, and the five hundred years of vitality dissipated instantly, replaced by a powerful force spreading out in his body. At the same time, the flame clan pattern between his eyebrows was burning, and then it left his body.

The raging flames transformed by the clan pattern ran thunderously, and a two-angle pattern suddenly formed, a two-angle pattern that exceeded the early pressure of Tianwen. At the moment the two-angle pattern appeared, it came to heaven and earth.

"Yin Yang Lihuo, kill this person!" Under Yan Wuzong's roar, the two yin and Yang fire burst out with a bang, turning into two flames of Yin and Yang. Two colorful flames suddenly appeared from it. Yang fire burned the body, Yin fire burned the soul, and moved forward like a spiral, forming the real Yin and Yang Lihuo.

At the moment when Yin and Yang Lihuo rushed towards Chen Rui, when his right hand raised again, the power of the five elements fusion, the power of heaven and earth, and the power of Xuanyuan had been perfectly concentrated on the dragon pattern sword, and its power was shocking. This pressure actually exceeded Yan Wuzhi's Yin and Yang Lihuo.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he held the dragon-patterned sword in his hand and slashed downward. The world was silent, and at that moment it seemed to become eternal. The sword energy was dazzling, and it turned into the shape of Yinglong, sweeping the wind and clouds in the sky, and slamming away, colliding with the Yin and Yang Lihuo.

The roar shook the sky. Under the strong impact swept across, Chen Rui couldn't help but spurt blood from his mouth. Compared to Chen Rui, Yan Wuzong was much more embarrassed. Although Yin and Yang Lihuo were very strong, it collapsed with a sword that fused all the powers of Chen Rui and Mu Chen. Most of the powerful impact fell on Yan Wuzong. He immediately spurted out blood, his face was extremely pale, and even his internal organs collapsed.

Yinglong transformed by the sword energy broke through the Yin-Yang Lihuo and enveloped Yan Wuzhi. In fact, after the Yin-Yang Lihuo transformed by the Yan Wuzhi clan pattern collapsed, it was already extremely weak and could no longer resist.

In despair, a scroll suddenly appeared in his palm, and then crushed it. With the explosion of the scroll, a violent spatial fluctuation came out of the scroll and finally all of it was transmitted into Yan Wuzhi's body.

Without any hesitation, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed his left arm and pinched it, collapsed with a bang, and combined with the previous violent spatial fluctuations, a circular vortex door formed.

However, at this moment, the sword energy Yinglong was less than three feet away from him.

"No..." Yan Wuzong's body collapsed with a bang, and even the soul could not escape. He was directly shrouded by the sword energy Yinglong. The shrill sound echoed the world, and his soul was dissipating rapidly.

"I'm not willing to give up! Elder, save me, save me!"

However, just as Yan Wuzhi was about to completely disappear, a dry old arm suddenly poked out from the black circular vortex. He grabbed Yan Wuzhi's broken soul and quickly dragged it into the vortex, disappearing in an instant. At the same time, the circular vortex also quickly became smaller under Chen Rui's gaze, until it completely dissipated.

"Boy, I remember you in the Unlimited Mystery City!" As the space crack disappeared, a faint and gloomy sound also penetrated the space and came into Chen Rui's ears.

In a mysterious star field, there is an endless city floating in the starry sky. In the square at the center of the city, there is a circular vortex. A strange traction force is transmitted from the vortex, which immediately attracts the attention of the monks here.

In the vortex, a thin, white-haired old man stepped out in one step. The old man looked pale and was still holding the severely damaged soul of Yan Wuzhi in his left hand.

The moment the old man appeared, a very powerful aura suddenly came from a high tower in the city, and at the same time there was an angry roar.

"Zong'er, who hurt you so much?" At the same time, a roar rushed out of the tower where the sound had been heard before, and instantly approached Yan Wuzong's side.

This man has a red hair that looks like a burning flame, and a golden flame rune mark on his eyebrows. When he looked at Yan Wuzhi, he looked worried.

"It's Chen Rui of Jian Chenxing!" Yan Wuzong's soul completely collapsed after saying this, and turned into countless pieces of souls and quickly dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Oh, I'm still one step late!" The thin old man sighed helplessly.

"Chen Rui!" The middle-aged man with red hair roared to the sky! This person is Yan Wujin, the lord of the second-level main city of the Infinite Mystery City, and is also the father of Yan Wuzhi.

After slowly calming down, Yan Wujin took a deep breath, his eyes filled with astonishing murderous intent. After a while, he swung his sleeves and a sound containing the power of cultivation resounded throughout the city.

"Appoint Tianzang to kill Chen Rui!"

Besides, Chen Rui, the reason why he watched the other party rescue Yan Wuzhi without stopping was because he had discovered that Yan Wuzhi would definitely die, and blocking had no meaning.

"Boy, the previous person's cultivation level is probably at least at the level of forty. It seems that Yan Wuzhi has a great origin. In the fairyland, he can actually use the secret treasures to combine secret techniques to force a space channel." Yi Yunzi's voice sounded.

"Yeah, I can see it!" Chen Rui's expression was solemn.

"Hehe, it seems that you have offended another amazing force. You should ask for more blessings. Perhaps there are stronger masters in this fairyland." Qi Yunzi said lightly.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!