Chapter 1293: The Real Battle

It was the first time for Zhenyue Prison Venerable to have such a feeling, and he desperately hoped that he could quickly kill a Tianjiao.

He knows very well that if he makes a move now, he may still have a chance to kill Ye Li, but if this thousand years have passed, he may really have no chance.

But Ye Li knew his strength very well, and the Spirit of the Imperial City would not give him such a chance.

If it is said that Ye Li before, it was just because the spirit of the Imperial City felt that it was not easy to meet someone who could come here and wanted to cultivate it a little.

Now the spirit of the Imperial City can vaguely feel that if someone can reach the level that the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven needs and really stand by his side, I am afraid it is this little guy in front of him.

Whether it was his heart or the talent he showed, Ye Li was telling the Spirit of the Imperial City that he had the qualifications to enter that level.

So after that, Ye Li and Zhenyue Prison Venerable fought countless times, and every time they fought, the Spirit of the Imperial City made a move at the most appropriate time.

And Zhenyue Prison Venerable could feel that Ye Li's strength was constantly improving, and the gap between them was constantly being shortened.

But he didn't have any way, under the power of the Spirit of the Imperial City, he didn't even have a chance to kill him, and as for wanting to avoid the war and not give Ye Li a chance to sharpen himself, he couldn't do it either.

After all, he is not the real Zhenyue Prison Venerable, but just the true spirit left by the Emperor of the Wasteland, to force him to make a move, the spirit of the Emperor City has too many ways.

It's just that in the last hundred years, Ye Li's face is getting more and more ugly.

In the past thousand years, Ye Li's progress can be seen, and before that, he could only say that his strength could stand firmly at the level of the Red Dust Immortal.

But now, he can be regarded as a strong man among the Red Dust Immortals, and it is gratifying for anyone to have such progress.

But Ye Li could feel that his current progress was extremely slow, and there was a special barrier in front of him.

If he could take this step, he might be able to become an existence comparable to Zhenyue Prison Venerable, and truly stand at the pinnacle of the realm of Red Dust Immortal.

But after hundreds of years of trying, that barrier is still there, and his strength has improved tremendously, but it is still a little worse.

He knew very well that his current situation was too comfortable after all, although he was constantly fighting with Zhenyue Prison Venerable, but with the help of the Spirit of the Imperial City, his life was not in danger at all.

And in the ivory tower, it is never possible to create a truly top powerhouse, there is no crisis of life and death, it may be very strong, but it will be lacking in the end.

So after coming here for more than 900 years, Ye Li suddenly said softly: "You should have waited for a long time, the real battle may also be your only chance!"

Ye Li's voice was very casual, but what he said was the only chance for Zhenyue Prison Venerable to kill him.

And a cold smile appeared on Zhenyue Prison Venerable's face, and the murderous intent in his eyes was not concealed, not because of a momentary mood, but because he could feel the threat in Yeli.

Although he has fallen, and now only the true spirit that survives in the imperial city remains, in his bones, he is still one of the most dazzling Eight Directions Immortal Venerable in that world.

Ye Li's existence is not only a genius with so high potential that even he will be jealous, but also a potential powerhouse who may threaten that piece of heaven and earth.

Therefore, if he wants to erase this young man, it will be regarded as the last thing that his remnant body can do for that piece of heaven and earth.

"Why, after being a baby for nearly a thousand years under the protection of that thing, now do you finally dare to really fight with this seat?"

After a short silence, Zhenyue Prison Venerable said slowly, with ridicule in his words, but there was not the slightest contempt in his eyes.

And Ye Li didn't look at him, but said softly: "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, but whether it's now or a hundred years later, after all, we have to face it, so let's start this real battle!"

For nine hundred years, Zhenyue Prison Venerable has been suppressed by the Spirit of the Imperial City, but Ye Li also did not dare to let go completely, and he was also very uncomfortable in the face of Zhenyue Prison Venerable.

He has always been proud, even when his strength is weak, he has no intention of backing down in the face of a behemoth like the Feather God Dynasty.

But in the face of the pressure brought by Zhenyue Prison Venerable, he could only hide under the protection of the Imperial City Spirit and fight with Zhenyue Prison Venerable.

For Zhenyue Prison Venerable, this is a shame, and for Ye Li himself, this is not it.

Now when it comes to the real battle, Ye Li suddenly has a feeling that his eyes are suddenly bright, his strength cannot be transformed at this moment, but his mood is completely different.

At least for the first time, he found that he no longer needed to look up, but could stand in front of him and tell him that he wanted to use his strength to defeat him.

Regarding Ye Li's choice, the Spirit of the Imperial City didn't say anything, but the chains that bound Zhenyue Prison Venerable quietly retreated.

And at the moment when the restraint disappeared, Zhenyue Prison Venerable had already made a move without hesitation, since it was the last chance, he could only do his best to make sure that he had no regrets.

His hand was held directly above the Heavenly Hell, and countless black runes were suspended in the Heavenly Hell.

This Heavenly Hell itself is a part of the Ancient Immortal Mountain where he got the opportunity, and it is also extremely in line with his Dao, allowing him to exert his strongest strength.

Although it is a fist technique, when it is displayed, the power is still much stronger than simply using a fist.

It's just that Ye Li has a smile on his face, such a Zhenyue Prison Venerable, he has fought I don't know how many times, the long sword in his hand has slashed through the air, and the two sword rivers have rushed out.

Six hundred years ago, Sword River was only a barely created means that could be used, but there were almost no skills and its power was extremely limited.

But after six hundred years of tempering, Ye Li not only doesn't know how much stronger his mastery of the Sword River is than before, but he can really exert the power of the Sword River.

It's just that when he saw these two sword rivers, a sneer suddenly appeared on Zhenyue Prison Venerable's face, looked at Ye Li, and said softly.

"Since it's a real battle, do you think these methods can still have the same effect as before? I only have this one chance, so I can do whatever it takes!"

When he said this, a layer of faint blue light appeared on Zhenyue Prison Venerable's body, and the power above the Heavenly Hell suddenly increased several times.

I don't know how many times the two have fought each other, but Ye Li has been able to do it without falling behind in the initial confrontation.

So when he saw Zhenyue Prison Zun's familiar move, he almost subconsciously used his usual coping habits, and after six hundred years of fighting, it had almost become instinct.

But the moment the Heavenly Hell fell, Ye Li could only watch as countless black lights above the Heavenly Hell forcibly dispersed the two sword rivers, and his own strength did not have much loss.