As the controller of time, Zhang Ruochen obviously had a huge advantage. He did not waste time condensing the holy technique. Instead, he directly lifted the purple gold gourd hanging on his waist, used space movement, and smashed it towards the head of the Emperor of Hell.

Yan Huangtu was shocked. No monk had ever dared to fight him in close combat. Was Zhang Ruochen seeking death?

And, what is he holding in his hand?

A gourd!

Yama Huang Tu had no time to cast his holy spell, so he had to raise his arms to resist.

With the divine bones of the innate emperor, the body is the most powerful shield and is not afraid of any attack.

"Bang!"

The Purple Gold Gourd beat the arm of Emperor Yama, causing bloody lines and splattering of holy blood.

This injury was like an old itch to Yan Huangtu. He was about to fight back, but he saw Zhang Ruochen move sideways and swung the gourd to hit his back.

If it were any other monk, facing Zhang Ruochen's rapid change of moves, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

However, Yama Huang Tu was happy and undaunted. He arched his back and a huge divine light erupted from his body. The purple gold gourd hit his back, breaking the divine light and making a loud "bang" sound.

Yan Huangtu's body rolled out on the ground like a ground ball.

"Pick me another gourd."

Zhang Ruochen used space movement to appear next to him again and smashed him on the head. The gourd in his hand was like an indestructible artifact. He did not waste time to activate the supreme power contained in the gourd. Zhang Ruochen wanted to suppress the Emperor of Hell Tu so that he could not

The power to fight back.

Outside the Bronze Temple.

Yan Zhexian and all the great saint talisman masters were stunned.

Originally, they were looking forward to the battle between Zhang Ruochen and Yan Huangtu. After all, the two of them were both unparalleled prodigies. The confrontation between them would definitely bring out all the magic tricks. Watching this battle would not necessarily benefit them endlessly.

But, who can tell that there are two great saints fighting in the temple?

What's the difference between fighting with two gangsters?

One hit him with a gourd, and the other resisted without any clues.

A great holy talisman master found it difficult to understand and said: "It shouldn't be! The Emperor of Hell has reached the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm. With the divine bones of the natural emperor, his physical strength should be far better than Zhang Ruochen. In close combat, how could Zhang Ruochen be him?

rival?"

"Yes, in close combat, Yama is absolutely invincible." Another Great Saint Talisman Master said feeling depressed.

The battle between the two men in the temple made him very disappointed. There was no elegance, no amazing magic, and no earth shattering.

However, Yan Zhexian saw some clues and said: "You only talk about power, but forget about speed. Can any of you see Zhang Ruochen's moves clearly?"

Those great sage talisman masters looked carefully and found that there were as many as seventeen figures of Zhang Ruochen in the temple.

Based on their cultivation, they can only tell that seven of them are afterimages, but it is completely impossible to tell which one of the other ten is the real body.

There is no way, Zhang Ruochen is too fast!

Yan Zhexian said: "Although Yan Huangtu's power is strong, it is suppressed by Zhang Ruochen's speed."

Immediately afterwards, she added: "Actually, the speed of the King of Hell is not slow, but, trapped in Zhang Ruochen's real space domain and virtual time domain, even if it has 100% speed, it can only exert 70%."

Yan Zhexian thought secretly, what would happen if he fell into the current situation of Yan Huangtu?

Just thinking about it, she immediately shook her head and said secretly: "If you fight Zhang Ruochen in the future, you must not enter his Qianzhang, at least outside the true realm of space."

It wasn't until this moment that Yan Zhexian realized that Zhang Ruochen didn't use all his strength when fighting her.

"The smaller the space, the more beneficial it is to Zhang Ruochen. The plan to surround and kill Zhang Ruochen in the Bronze Temple seems to be a wrong plan." Yan Zhexian sighed softly and secretly thought about how to help Yan Huangtu.

Zhang Ruochen is a powerful enemy, more difficult to deal with than imagined.

At this moment, the battle in the Bronze Temple took a turn for the better. Yan Huangtu took out the supreme holy artifact Tongtian Ruyi, risking three blows from Zhang Ruochen, and struck it with his hand, knocking Zhang Ruochen away.

Because he was hit three times on the head by a gourd, Yan Huangtu's scalp was broken and his face was covered with blood. He was holding Tongtian Ruyi while stamping his feet and gritting his teeth and yelling: "Come on, who is afraid of whom?"

The picture of the King of Hell, with his head and blood flowing out, looks like a fierce ghost, and looks extremely ferocious. Just that look can scare away many monks.

Zhang Ruochen wiped a handful of the holy blood on the gourd, wiped it on his robe, and said: "Forget it, if we really want to activate the Supreme Sacred Artifact and fight in such a small space of this bronze temple, we probably won't be able to decide the winner yet.

No, the two of us have been suppressed to death by the power of the Supreme Sacred Artifact."

"You will die, but I will not die. Fight! Keep fighting!"
Chapter completed!