Dethrone me, I don't want the throne anymore, why are you so angry?

But it was not enough. The Sword Master and the Thunder Emperor were still at a disadvantage facing the Emperor's shadow behind Ye Chengjun.

After all, the figures of the two sages at this moment are not the same as before, and their thoughts remain.

It was just that Ye Yu summoned it with the help of the imperial power, the Phantom Dragon Wind and Thunder Body and the Heaven-Cutting Sword Technique.

It can be understood that these two figures are just the embodiment of Ye Yu's spiritual skills at the moment, and not the real figures of the sages.

At this moment, Ye Chengjun's Emperor Art summoned the Emperor's shadow. Although it also did not have the Emperor's will, he possessed the incomplete Human Emperor Seal, which could condense the Emperor's shadow to the limit.

But soon, along with Ye Yu's breathing rhythm, the figure of the third Tianyuan Taoist gradually condensed.

The three figures of sages all raised their heads and faced the Emperor. At this moment, the power of both sides had reached its maximum.

The Emperor Flame Sword held by the Emperor Shadow behind Ye Chengjun has completely condensed into shape, and then Ye Chengjun doesn't want to delay any longer. Now Ye Yu has summoned three figures. If it continues, who can guarantee that the fourth one will not appear.

"Emperor's Art! Nine Heavens Slash!"

Ye Chengjun roared angrily, and as he raised the Emperor Flame Sword in his hand, the Emperor Shadow behind him also made the same move.

The next moment, they all chopped down!

Raging flames burst out with endless sword energy, and this sword seemed to cut through the sky!

The ground beneath Ye Chengjun's feet collapsed, and even a crack appeared in the space!

Wherever the sword light passed, the space collapsed visibly and headed straight for Ye Yu.

Ye Yu slowly raised his head at this moment, and the three pieces of Haotian Mirror fragments completely merged into the three phantoms, making the three figures of the sages solid again.

Then, Ye Yu raised the Zixiao Sword in his hand high and slowly dropped it!

"cut!"

Buzz buzz...

Along with a buzzing sound, the dragon and phoenix fire on the Zixiao Sword instantly rose up and turned into a dragon and phoenix shadow, rushing towards the sword light condensed by Ye Chengjun.

The three sage figures behind Ye Yu also raised their hands at this moment.

The lightning merged into the dragon and phoenix, and it was as if the dragon and phoenix were wearing a thunder armor.

The shadow of the dragon and phoenix finally began to condense blood light, and the power of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique was completely compatible with it.

Similarly, the dragon phoenix's wings also turned pure white at this moment, and the surrounding flames instantly surrounded its body.

Roar!

Along with the roar of the Dragon Phoenix Shadow, the sea of ​​fire slashed out by the Dragon Phoenix and Ye Chengjun collided with a loud bang!

boom!

A terrifying explosion was heard, followed by a scorching air wave.

The people from the Yao Chi and Ye family who were still watching the battle dozens of miles away all spat out blood. They were all blown hundreds of feet away, and their breath suddenly weakened.

Looking up again, I saw two flames entangled in the air, dark space cracks appeared around them, and endless space storms surged out, completely swallowing up the two forces.

The roar above the ancient battlefield slowly came to an end.

Ye Yu and Ye Chengjun were still standing in mid-air facing each other from a distance, but after a while, Ye Chengjun was the first to spit out a mouthful of blood, knelt on one knee, and the hand holding the Emperor Flame Sword was shaking constantly.

The tiger's mouth was cracked and blood kept dripping down the body of the Emperor Yan sword.

Ye Yu was not in a much better condition at the moment. Half of his body was covered in blood and flesh, and Lei Ting kept rolling in it, trying to repair his body.

The light of the Zixiao Sword dimmed, and Ye Yu could feel that the dragon and phoenix spirits within it were already extremely weak.

Ye Chengjun raised his head unwillingly, looked at Ye Yu, and roared.

Ye Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and limped towards Ye Chengjun, his eyes full of murderous intent. "Now, you and I are both destined, locked in fate. How can I save you?"

Ye Yu grinned grimly and kept getting closer to Ye Chengjun.

Ye Chengjun's face changed drastically. He knew that Ye Yu was right. At this moment, both of them were people who had been approved by the imperial edict, and the fate lock was no longer effective.

Just like how Ye Chengjun killed other people with destiny, there is no fate in the fights between those with destiny.

If there is, then the fate of those who are destined is to fight each other!

Looking at Ye Yu who was getting closer and closer, Ye Chengjun felt panic for the first time. A trace of fear surged in his heart. He roared and used up the last spiritual power in his body to swing the Emperor Flame Sword in his hand and stab Ye Yu.

But Ye Yu did not dodge or evade, allowing the Emperor Flame Sword to pierce his shoulder, and then he summoned the remaining strength in his body to completely block the Emperor Flame Sword.

When Ye Chengjun wanted to recall the Emperor Flame Sword, he found that no matter how he called it, it was like a drop in the ocean, with no response at all.

The Emperor Flame Sword only recognizes Emperor Power and is not picky about who uses it.

As long as one possesses the imperial power, one can be recognized by the Emperor Flame Sword.

Even if Ye Xuan came, as long as he condensed the imperial power and touched the Emperor Flame Sword, he would be able to use it.

"What an idiot!" Ye Yu pulled out the Emperor Flame Sword from his shoulder as he walked, and put it into his storage ring. "Now, what other tricks do you have?"

Ye Yu opened his mouth and spoke, with a steady stream of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Crazy, you lunatic!" Ye Chengjun was completely panicked. He hoped that Ye Yu would hide. As long as Ye Yu hid even subconsciously, it would give Ye Chengjun some opportunities to escape.

But this madman Ye Yu seemed not afraid of death at all, and allowed the Emperor Flame Sword to penetrate his body.

Where there is life, there is hope!

Looking at Ye Yu getting closer and closer, Ye Chengjun gritted his teeth and took out a jade talisman. It was the Ye family's jade talisman, which was used to ask for help for Ye Chengjun. At this moment, the space crack had stabilized and the passage to Zhongzhou had been opened, so it could naturally be used.

Seeing Ye Chengjun take out the jade talisman, Ye Yu paused. He could feel that Ye Chengjun's destiny was weakening.

Just like Ye Xuan back then.

Now Ye Yu realized that the weakening of Ye Xuan’s destiny was not due to the Blood Demon Clan, but because of his lack of self-confidence and his desire for external help.

Unlike the beginning when Ye Xuan designed some small tricks to deal with Ye Yu, although Ye Xuan at that time borrowed the power of others, he was still in control, which was in line with his identity as an emperor.

But later, Ye Xuan was no longer the leader, but a puppet, which naturally did not conform to the meaning of an emperor.

Ye Chengjun is the same now. He is panicking and needs help from outside forces. He is no longer so confident in himself.

To become an emperor, one must forge ahead courageously!

Seeing Ye Yu stop, Ye Chengjun thought that Ye Yu was afraid, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. "When we get to Zhongzhou, I want you dead! I want you to not even have a chance to beg for mercy!"

As he spoke, Ye Chengjun crushed the jade talisman in his hand. A spatial ripple emerged and Ye Chengjun instantly disappeared from the spot.

Ye Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, took a few deep breaths, his face looked a little solemn, and turned to look at the space crack. If he went outside, he was afraid that an endless storm would be waiting for him.