"Keng!"
When Chen Ben raised his eyes again, a pair of eyes were filled with rich golden light. He pressed the tip of the sword with his fingertips and flicked it. The tip of the sword that had penetrated his chest was immediately flicked back. In the Thirteenth Realm Demon Before Wang Chenfeng could react, Chen Ben turned around and punched hard, and this punch was already the ninth of the farmer's nine punches, the Nirvana style!
"boom--"
Amidst the loud noise, Demon King Chenfeng's eyes were filled with surprise. Although he looked down on this human boy who had no brute strength, the punch he handed out at this time was no small matter! In a moment, Chenfeng not only swung out Three swords, and also used three natal flying swords to wrap around his body, trying his best to protect himself from the impact of the fist.
However, with a loud noise and a punch from Chen Ben of the Thirteenth Realm, Demon King Chenfeng's body floated out like a broken leaf. His body's sword intent collapsed and he landed on a mountain root. , using both feet to release the force, the mountain root under his feet was directly annihilated in an instant, and Chenfeng spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound.
Chenfeng was a demon sword cultivator who had seen the world in the upper realm. He once had a sparring match with Wei Jiaqiao, a top martial artist in the Thirteenth Realm. Although Wei Jiaqiao's fists were strong and domineering, they were not as powerful as the kid in front of him. It was scary, at least, Chen Feng would not be killed by Wei Jieqiao, but Chen Feng was never willing to face this kid in front of him alone.
"Thirteen realms?"
In the clouds, Kunpeng Demon Ancestor narrowed his eyes and sneered: "I didn't expect that the human race in the lower realm would have the creation of the thirteenth realm again. It doesn't matter, although Lin Zhao, Su Qingjiu, Huang Tingyu and others left, but they killed these ten Being a young martial artist in the Third Realm can be regarded as a great achievement. Let’s all do it together, and there is no need to adhere to any rules in the world!”
"Um!"
The big demon Ji'an, the big demon Canglan, and the two fourteen realms all used their magical powers. A steel fork and a long sword dragged the strong water transport from the two wings to crush them. They did not directly fight against Chen Ben, but only Use water transport to coerce his fist intention, and use soft strength to make Chen Ben's fierce boxing ineffective. In this way, he may be able to kill Chen Ben without any blood.
Kunpeng Demon Ancestor had an ethereal figure and said: "Whoever cuts off this young man's head will be granted the blessings of the Fourteenth Realm!"
"kill!"
A group of twelve-level and thirteen-level demons changed their expressions when they heard this, and rushed towards Chen Ben regardless of their own safety.
Chen Ben grinned. At this time, the young man felt arrogant. He had already stood at the top of the martial arts and had a panoramic view of the martial arts scenery. Moreover, Lin Zhao, Su Qingjiu, Gu Lingyu and others had returned safely, so Chen Ben was heartbroken. No worries, the only task next is to stop at Wuwu Mountain.
"Come!"
He raised his right arm, his body turned into a bolt of lightning, and suddenly appeared under a twelve-level deer demon at an unimaginable speed. He punched out suddenly, with a loud "peng" sound, and the deer demon was already vomiting. There was blood, and his abdomen seemed to be exploded by a punch. Chen Ben punched him hard and pinned him to the root of the mountain.
For a moment, the entire Wuwu Mountain buzzed and trembled, and the various demon clan ancestral buildings on the top of the mountain collapsed one after another. The speed of the fall was suddenly slowed down by the punch of Chen Ben, a thirteenth-level warrior. many.
Moreover, the body of the deer demon disappeared into thin air under the fist, and it was even unable to catch Chen Ben's punch.
"Come again!"
Chen Ben punched a second time, punching cracks on the surface of Wuwu Mountain. At this time, Wuwu Mountain had lost its spiritual energy and vitality.
Countless demons from the upper five realms attacked and killed, all kinds of weapons and magic weapons slashed at Chen Ben's back.
"snort……"
Kunpeng Demon Ancestor sneered, and flicked his long sleeves. Complex and dense restrictive barriers enveloped the location of the breeze. This trip will not let the young warrior go in any case, otherwise once he is alive Returning to the mortal world, I am afraid that in the future he will be a scourge to Mount Wuwu and the Sea of All Heavens, perhaps comparable to people like Ding Muchen and Wang Laodao.
"Extremely hot!"
A figure appeared behind Chen Ben. It was a demon boy wearing golden armor and holding a divine sword. Like Chen Feng, he was a disciple of the Kunpeng Demon Ancestor.
Jin Cheng, one of the demon kings of Wuwu Mountain, is a sword cultivator in the Thirteenth Realm. His path is close to fire. His true form is an ancient three-legged golden crow.
At the same time as the golden orange sword light fell, the big demon rushed to the shore, and the big demon Canglan rolled up the water transport together. Suddenly, the sword light was filled with extremely fiery sword light, forming a blend of water and fire. Suddenly, the power of this sword was beyond compare. It was as simple as doubling it and striking Chen Ben's back hard.
"die!"
After Chen Ben punched out an ethereal punch, piercing the abdomen of a twelve-level demon, he hurriedly raised his arms and hit Jin Cheng's sword with another Nirvana-style punch. Suddenly, his fist, arm and The moisture on it seems to be evaporated in an instant!
With one punch, Jin Cheng's sword energy was shattered into pieces, while the dense and scattered sword energy continued to wreak havoc, eroding Chen Ben's body and even leaving a tragic sword mark on his fist.
He was desperate and did not attack the Thirteenth Level Demon King Jian Xiu Jin Cheng with his next punch. Instead, he turned around and landed at the bottom of Wuwu Mountain with one punch.
Although Chen Ben is young and has a simple and honest temper, he is not stupid.
Killing one or two big monsters is of no use, only stopping Wuwu Mountain's descent speed is useful.
…
"Step up the attack!"
The great demon Ji'an's eyes were cold: "Although he is a top martial artist, his cultivation is like a well. It cannot be endless. As long as our attack is effective, we can turn him into powder!"
"kill!"
Countless long swords, war spears, cold arrows, magical weapons, etc. turned into wisps of cold light and attacked Chen Ben.
Chen Ben, on the other hand, knitted his eyebrows and used his fist to form an illusory left arm. He punched to resist the attacks of many big demons. His right fist landed on the roots of Wuwu Mountain again and again. In the blink of an eye, In an instant, the entire mountain roots were blasted into a basin.
At the same time, there were more and more injuries on his body. There were even arrow clusters and short spears stuck in his back. There was no time to pull them out. The blood on his body kept flowing, and he didn't know when it would all drain out.
…
Mountain top garden.
Everyone was horrified to see it, but there was nothing they could do.
Su Qingjiu and Gao Zhi gritted their teeth, wishing they could return to Wuwu Mountain, and tried their best to rescue the silly boy with their swords. Huang Tingyu, Tang Guangjun, Lin Zhujie and others looked remorseful. I just hate that I am powerless.
"Brother Chen Ben..."
Zhang Luobai looked at the water, moon and sky in the sky, and his eyes were filled with tears for a while.
Tong Yu's eyes were red. She already knew that Chen Ben would never come back under the siege of many great monsters.
Zhuang Yirong clenched her fists, raised her neck and looked at Chen Ben's bloody battle with tears in her eyes. She and Zhang Luobai were the same. They had never seen such a scene of killing in their lives. They only knew that the world of humans and the world of monsters were feuding. , however, the first lesson that the Mountain Villa taught her turned out to be at the expense of Chen Ben's death.
"Little uncle..."
Gu Lingyu stabilized his injury, coughed, and sat next to Lin Zhao, saying softly: "There is no need to blame yourself too much. If it were any of us, I am afraid that we would stand up like Chen Ben. In fact... even if... He died in battle, and he did it happily, so I don’t have to blame myself..."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded. Although he said so, his heart seemed to be crushed. He thought that Chen Ben would be the first rebirth realm martial artist in the mountain top garden, but he did not expect that Chen Ben would be the first martial artist in the rebirth realm. The first supreme martial artist in Mountain Top Villa, he never expected that Chen Ben's first battle after entering the Thirteenth Realm would be his final battle.
All these causes and effects are inseparable from his "brother Lin Zhao". If Chen Buntai hadn't wanted to prove his worth in the snowy Tianchi, he probably would not have died.
However, if Chen Ben does not die, Gu Lingyu will definitely die.
For a moment, Lin Zhao had mixed feelings in his heart, wishing that he was the one left behind in Wuwu Mountain.
…
Wuwu Mountain, with Chen Ben's hundreds of consecutive punches, Wuwu Mountain's falling speed became slower and slower. At a certain moment, the flying rocks on the mountain suddenly hovered in the air for a short time, and everyone realized it. , Wuwu Mountain at this moment has been stopped!
Although it will continue to fall in the future, the speed will not be as terrifying as before.
"about there."
In the clouds, Kunpeng Demon Ancestor's eyes were cold, and more than ten natal wing feathers fell in the air, finally breaking through the young martial artist's defense, leaving two eye-catching wounds on his heart, which penetrated through the heart and continued to aggravate the injury. At the same time, the sword that the Great Monster Chen Feng had refined into the wind of the Three Realms fell and hit Chen Ben's shoulder heavily, causing blood to splash everywhere.
At this time, Chen Ben was covered in blood. The blood on his right fist was constantly stained and evaporated. His injuries were extremely serious. Fortunately, he kept stopping Wuwu Mountain and killed more than ten people. The Twelve Realms and Thirteenth Realms of the Famous Demon Clan have already achieved extraordinary achievements. After all, the next twelve and thirteenth realm monsters will still be the most powerful monsters in the human race as they hit the lower realm with Wuwu Mountain. enemy.
His young face looked a little tired, and he suddenly smiled and said: "Brother Lin Zhao, I'm leaving. Does Chen Ben today make you feel proud?"
In the lower realm, Lin Zhao's eyes were filled with tears, and all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained: "Of course, you are the best and best Chen Ben in the world. It is my life's fortune, Lin Zhao, to be your brother!"
Chen Ben said softly: "Meeting Brother Lin Zhao will prevent me, Chen Ben, from living in chaos all my life. From now on... please take care of my mother. Chen Ben can no longer take care of her..."
"rest assured."
The next moment, Chen Ben let out a hearty laugh, revealed the last secrets of the Thirteenth Realm, turned into a golden meteor and slammed into the clouds, the target was Kunpeng Demon Ancestor!
"boom--"
Amidst the loud noise, all the great demons of the upper five realms looked up one after another.
In the air, Chen Ben's body disappeared into smoke and he officially died.
Kunpeng Demon Ancestor's arm was covered in blood, and his wings flew away behind him. He was almost knocked down by the kid.
…
The next day.
Everyone in the snowy Tianchi is wearing plain clothes.
Lin Zhao held an exquisite secret box in his hand. The box contained the armor and sword that Chen Ben left in the camp. He died in Wuwu Mountain, and his whole body had been turned into ashes. All Lin Zhao could do was to save his life. He placed a cenotaph.
Behind him, there were densely packed snowy cavalry, each of them looked solemn, and like Lin Zhao, they had white linen tied on their arms.
Lin Zhao was in front and led everyone to the front of a courtyard in the town. He held the secret box in his hand and knelt down gently.
"Squeak~~~"
Through the door, an old lady came out, it was Mrs. Chen.
She had actually heard the news, but now Lin Zhao led the people from the Snowy Tianchi to knock on the door, which truly confirmed this.
The old lady didn't blame Lin Zhao at all. She knew the justice of the human race. As long as she fought against the demon clan, her son would naturally die, and even Lin Zhao would die. However, the old lady was still heartbroken.
She wiped her tears, leaned on her crutch, looked at Lin Zhao, and said softly: "Mountain Master, my Ben'er... is he brave on the battlefield?"
Lin Zhao trembled all over and burst into tears. He raised the secret box high and said in a deep voice: "Be brave enough to win the three armies!"
Behind him, the three armies shouted in unison.
"Champion the three armies bravely!"
"Champion the three armies bravely!"
"Champion the three armies bravely!"
…
In the distance, on a willow tree, Tang Guangjun, a slovenly man who claimed to have a heart of stone, suddenly turned his face, twitched all over, and cried loudly.
This chapter has been completed!