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Chapter 1021: Pattern (Third update)
Bang! Bloody light suddenly appeared, and the only thing in the world was this extremely bright sword light.
Elder Qing's eyes were already distracted. Until his death, he would never have thought that Ye Chen would suddenly take action.
Without a chance to resist, Ye Chen didn't give the other party a chance, and pierced Elder Qing's entire head with a sword.
Using his left hand to grab the void, Ye Chen grabbed Elder Qing's soul and said with an indifferent expression: "I forgot to mention that a few months ago, that guy Li Ren died under this sword!"
Poof! The reincarnation flames burst out and engulfed Elder Qing's whole body, and the pitiful screams resounded.
Wiping away his mind, Ye Chen put away Elder Qing's soul. Although the spirit martial soul was not as good as the martial arts soul, it could be used as a sweetheart for the guy from the hungry ghost realm.
The sudden change broke the silence of the scene, and the warriors who had suppressed the murderous intention in their hearts broke out one after another.
The sword energy surged out like a rainbow, instantly flooding the void around Ye Chen.
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the rushing warriors with a calm expression. He raised his sword slightly, and there was still a little blood stain on the tip of the sword.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen ignored the incoming sword energy and murmured: "A sword stained with blood will have killing intent, because the sword is originally used to kill people!"
"Killing never needs a reason. In the eyes of sinners, killing is sacred, and in the eyes of good people, killing is sin. But in my eyes, killing is killing and does not need any definition!"
The sword energy came with a bang, tearing Ye Chen's figure into pieces. The figure was shattered into pieces, and it was an afterimage.
Dressed in white, standing with a sword in hand, Ye Chenyun waved the sword in his hand lightly, easily bringing up a stream of strange and beautiful blood flowers.
In hell, the cheapest thing is not dignity, but life. Life is cheap. But Ye Chen used artistic techniques to obliterate everything.
In the void, the sound of killings rose into the sky, stirring up the two qi of life and death around them. The two qi of life and death were interrupted, forming terrifying whirlpools of life and death. His corpse was involved in it, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.
On the huge stone, Qianchuan Xue closed her eyes slightly and looked at the flying white clothes with a calm expression.
"In his opinion, the so-called romance is waving the sword in his hand!" A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Qianchuan Xue recalled those days in Lonely City. He danced with the sword while he quietly watched from the sidelines.
The shadow of the sword was flying, and Ye Chen's figure was swaying like an erratic dead leaf.
Dozens of magical powers evolved in the void, and dozens of Lingwu realm people tried to lock Ye Chen's figure with murderous intent, but they couldn't catch it.
Faced with the encirclement and killing of dozens of Lingwu Realm warriors, and those composed of Lingwu Realm warriors, Ye Chen still felt a little pressured.
He closed his eyes slightly. Wherever Ye Chen passed, the strong wind suddenly emerged, forming shadows: "Supernatural power, transform into wind!"
One, ten, one hundred, one after another phantoms spread out! White clothes were flying, and the blood splashed by them could not stop those figures. A famous warrior fell, and the blood dyed the entire black and white world into a blood-red picture.
"Supernatural power to transform into wind!" Young Master Su sighed slightly. He had just stepped into the realm of martial arts and needed an opponent to test his strength, but the master didn't give him a chance at all.
"How can a master deal with some little minions?" Young Master Su Youyou said. He could sense the suppressed fighting spirit in the hearts of the warriors behind him.
The strong men in hell climbed out from the pile of corpses. They were never afraid of death. They even enjoyed the pleasure of fighting. The dullness of the past few months made them feel boring.
This is a fight between one and a hundred, but it is a stage for one person. On this stage, Ye Chen is fascinated by the sword style and magical power that he thinks of.
Hundreds of figures gathered together to form a green dragon that soared into the nine heavens. The divine dragon swung its tail and shattered all magical powers and rules.
It wasn't until the sound of killing dissipated that Ye Chen opened his eyes and looked at the shocking scene around him, with flesh and blood flying and bones floating around, like a hell on earth.
Putting away the Qilin Sword, the redness in Ye Chen's eyes gradually receded and he became clear: "I kind of like hell, this is a world of killing!"
The evil spirit of blood emerged from the corpse, turning into extremely piercing murderous aura and integrating into Ye Chen's body. The source of killing appeared in front of Ye Chen again. His eyes were slightly condensed. Ye Chen stared at the illusory sword shadow, feeling strange.
The prints are flowing on it.
With the influx of murderous intent, the shadow of the sword gradually changed, suddenly forming a phantom, which was extremely illusory, but its outline looked like a human figure.
"The body of killing, this is the direction in which my killing power will evolve!" Ye Chen murmured, restraining his murderous aura, and the phantom in front of him turned into a stream of light and merged into his body.
The gusts of cold wind dispersed the smell of blood all around. Ye Chen returned to the stone with his sword in hand, quietly reminiscing about the previous fight.
As for the arrangements for the funeral, it was left directly to Young Master Su. At this moment, Young Master Su missed Liu Dong even more.
Qianchuan Xue also closed her eyes and held the sword of forgetfulness in her jade hand. Although her intention was to forget love, there was an obsession in her heart.
After a moment, Ye Chen lowered his head and opened his eyes, turned around, looked at Young Master Su behind him, and said solemnly: "You were once the Young Master of Bahan City, so you should know the strength of Bahan City?"
Bahan City! A tall figure flashed in Young Master Su's eyes. He clasped his hands together and breathed softly: "The four major cities are equally famous, but they also have rankings. At least when I left Bahan City, Bahan
The strength of the city is much stronger than that of Lonely City! However, after the death of my father, the vitality of Bahan City was severely damaged, so its strength should not be as strong as Lonely City, but it won’t be too different!”
His expression was no longer as calm as before. A trace of inexplicable sadness and piercing murderous intent flashed in Young Master Su's eyes. All of this was caused by that man.
"No matter what, that man must die!" The martial arts will surged out, and the energy of life and death around Young Master Su also began to vibrate.
"Killing intent can make the sword powerful, and it can also sink people's minds. As a warrior, you should be able to control your own killing intent, rather than being controlled by it!" Sensing the strangeness of Young Master Su, Ye Chen said lightly,
His plain voice rang in Young Master Su's ears, like the sound of heaven and earth, penetrating into Young Master Su's soul. Hearing the words, Young Master Su's heart was slightly shaken, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually subsided, and he returned to his previous calmness.
"Your father died?" Even though he knew that this question would touch the pain in Young Master Su's heart, Ye Chen still asked it.
With a lonely look on his face, Young Master Su Qianqian sighed, "Who would have thought that a strong man who had conquered hell for decades would fall silently or die in the hands of his own son!"
Looking up at the vast sky, Mr. Su could still find it difficult to maintain the indifference he had in the past. How sad it was for a close relative to die in the hands of another close relative.
Ye Chen took out the wine flask from the Qilin Ring and handed it to Young Master Su. Leng Feng and others stepped aside knowingly, but Leng Feng and others looked a little weird. Young Master Su. It turned out that he was Bahan.
The young master of the city, Su.
The swordsman narrated the past with the sword in his hand. Young Master Su rarely mentioned this matter to others, and perhaps he was unwilling to mention it. Drinking the slightly bitter wine, Young Master Su murmured: "The invincible strong man dies on his own."
It's very sad in the hands of my son!"
"Gong Ziyu. He killed his father! His father had a suspicious character, and few people could get close to him. Even the commanders!"
"However, my father has no scruples about me and Gong Ziyu. My father once said that what he is most proud of is not becoming the dominant lord of Bahan City, but watching Gong Ziyu and I grow up!"
"But such a hero died under the sword of his own son!" Young Master Su's mind was extremely firm, but when he mentioned this, his hands were trembling, and the wine overflowed from the flask. At that moment, he not only lost
He lost his beloved father, and also lost his proud brother. The brother who once taught him sword skills and the principles of life, that bullshit brother, "My father was busy practicing most of the time, and I myself
I was taken care of by Gong Ziyu. He taught me martial arts, taught me the way of being strong, and also taught me what I should do for the Son of Man. Bullshit, some of it is bullshit. Master of Heaven and Earth, he finally shattered me.
Faith in my heart!”
Drinking alone without saying a word, Ye Chen looked at the young master Su who was gradually going crazy in front of him. He was not as elegant and noble as before, and extremely rare swear words were also spoken in his mouth.
"Is supreme power really so important?" Young Master Su's eyes were full of mockery, "Young Master Yu!"
"Now the lord of Bahan City is Gongzi Yu!" Ye Chen said softly, maybe that was the case, Gongzi Su Cai was willing to be a slave but also asked him to kill Gongzi Yu.
"After he killed his father, he took his father's position. Over the past few decades, he has been secretly wooing the leaders and law enforcers of Bahan City. As soon as his father died, he became the Lord of Bahan City in name only!"
"Although I know the truth, Bahan City is completely under his control. I don't have a chance to speak at all. What follows is an endless pursuit. This is why I am in lonely hell!
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"Then why do you think I have the strength to kill Gong Ziyu?" Ye Chen said after taking a sip of wine.
"Because of perception!" Young Master Su said with a firm expression: "I believe in my perception. Even if the Lord was defeated by Gong Ziyu at the beginning, a few years later, Gong Ziyu will never be the enemy of the Lord!"
"He is very strong?" Ye Chen was a little surprised. There were not many people who could make Young Master Su so fearful.
"Very strong! A strong man on the second level of martial arts controls the field!" Young Master Su Qian sighed. He had to admit that compared to Young Master Yu, his strength was indeed too weak.
Although there is only one level difference between the first level of martial arts and the second level of martial arts, the difference in strength is as huge as heaven and earth. At least now, Young Master Su has no chance of winning against a second level warrior.
"But today's Eight Cold Hells are not controlled by Gong Ziyu, there is someone else who controls the Eight Cold Hells!" Ye Chen said lightly.
Hearing this, the wine bottle in Young Master Su's hand slipped and fell on the rocks, causing splashes of water: "Is there someone else?"
"Prince of the Moon Temple, have you ever heard of this person?" Ye Chen said solemnly. Being able to make a second-level martial arts master who controls the domain surrender, this method was enough to move Ye Chen's face.
"Prince of the Moon Temple?" Young Master Su shook his head with a blank look in his eyes, "I recognize most of the leaders of the forces in the Eight Cold Hells, but there is no Prince of the Moon Temple among them!"
"Heaven and earth are chess pieces, and all the people are chess pieces. Is this Young Master Yu a chess piece? He may be the only one who has the courage to make a second-level martial arts warrior a chess piece!" Ye Chen looked at the confused Young Master Su and shook his head secretly.
: "If he is just a warrior of the Eight Cold Hells, then he does not have the ability to control the entire Eight Cold Hells. In front of the real strength, all conspiracy methods are so weak. To make Gongzi Yu surrender, then the prince's strength must be at least
He is at the second level of martial arts and can suppress Gong Ziyu, maybe even stronger!"
"As the fat man said, compared to the prince, the saint is just a scumbag!" Ye Chen sighed slightly, as the path of martial arts reached the end, one step forward would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
"Although Bahan City is not as good as before, with its secret power, Bahan City has no less than twenty martial arts warriors. How can the Moon God Prince take control of Bahan City in just a few months?" Young Master Su's eyes were filled with confusion.
He was surprised. He knew Gongzi Yu very well. How could he surrender to others with his arrogant character? After pondering for a moment, Gongzi Su asked: "My lord, I learned this from the mouths of those warriors from the Eight Cold Hells."
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"This should be true!" Ye Chen said calmly, and the strength of his grip on the wine pot increased a few points. Only the Moon God Prince had such ability, but what about the three palace masters and the proud son of the God of War?
"Hell is like a pool of stagnant water, but the arrival of these people has broken this pattern. Now, the water in hell has begun to become muddy!"
"The abyss of life and death is both the end and the end. Maybe we can not only see those people!" After drinking the last sip of wine, Ye Chen stood up and looked to the southeast, "The plan now is to find Qing Jue first and be controlled by the prince.
He should not feel comfortable being in the Eight Cold Hell!" Ye Chen took a step forward, and his figure jumped forward like a rainbow, followed closely by Qianchuan Xue, Tiandao and other sword corpses.
"Let's go!" After calming down the shock in his heart, Young Master Su also stood up and jumped forward. More than a hundred sword lights cut through the silent world, and the sharp sound of breaking wind echoed out.
In the black and white world, the energy of life and death circulates strangely, and huge stones float in it.
On a boulder several thousand feet tall, several embarrassed figures fell on it, their blood dripping down the sword marks on these people's bodies, dripping onto the stone with a ticking sound.
Although the aura of these people is a little weak, their bodies are filled with piercing murderous intent, and their expressions are somewhat ferocious.
One of the warriors covered with some scales stood up, took a few steps forward with difficulty, and said to a middle-aged man with his eyes closed: "Clan leader, we have temporarily got rid of those guys, but this is just a temporary measure, like this
Go down, those people will find me sooner or later!" As he spoke, the warrior coughed and spit out a few mouthfuls of bloody phlegm. It was obvious that his injuries were serious.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man who had his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes, and a terrifying will spread over him...
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