The bright sword light continued to magnify in Qianchuan Xue's eyes, and Qian Chuanxue could even detect the sneer rising from the corner of Shan Quan's mouth.
Phew! The sword light appeared through the sky, but Shan Quan felt uneasy in his heart.
Especially when Shanquan noticed the smile at the corner of Qianchuan Xue's mouth, he felt more and more uneasy.
"Kill!" Shanquan shouted coldly, and his true energy surged out like a tide: "This woman must die!"
The bright sword light crashed down, but the moment the sword light was about to touch Qianchuan Xue.
"Seeking death!" A plain voice sounded in vain, and at the same time, a terrifying coercion spread out from the magma below.
This voice fell into Shanquan's ears. Shanquan's figure suddenly trembled, and the sword in his hand also stagnated.
A feeling of disorientation suddenly spread in Shanquan's body. This feeling was like a tide that buried him in an instant. This was the voice of the Blood Prison Emperor.
Bang bang! The pressure of heaven and earth gathered in vain in the void tens of feet away from the mountain spring. Heaven and earth became silent in vain, turning into a shackles.
The mountain spring was imprisoned by shackles, and its bright sword light was shattered in vain.
The snowflakes flying around turned into streams of light and rushed towards the mountain spring. The thin snowflakes crossed his body, bringing up eye-catching streaks of blood, and blood beads scattered.
"Broken!" Shanquan whispered, his expression slightly ferocious, and his will burst out like an erupting volcano.
Bang bang! The will of martial arts shredded the pressure of the surrounding world, and the shackles of the surrounding world moved slightly. Shanquan took a step forward with difficulty, and the sword in his hand shot out again, "Even if the Blood Hell Emperor arrives, I, the commander, will still
Kill this woman!"
"This woman cannot be kept!" The sword oozing with cold light brought up a rainbow-like sword energy. The mountain spring was guided by will, and the breath locked Qianchuan Xue.
Qianchuan Xue's eyes were slightly lowered, and her expression was calm, without any panic. She saw the figure stepping on the magma at a glance, and looking at the fluttering white clothes, she knew that the mountain spring could not hurt him.
"How dare you touch me!" The plain voice sounded again, and at the same time, a surge of overwhelming pressure surged toward the mountain spring like a tide.
A majestic momentum and coercion permeated Shanquan's whole body. Shanquan's mind was slightly shaken, and his sword power collapsed again. His body looked like he was in an ice cellar. His back was soaked with cold sweat.
"When did his pressure become so terrifying!" Shanquan's pupils narrowed slightly, looking at the void in front of him with some horror, and faint spatial ripples aroused on it.
Phew! A dull sword light quietly emerged from the ripples. Shanquan's heart was slightly shaken, and his figure retreated like lightning.
Puff! Although Shanquan's reaction was quick, his dull sword light still flashed across his chest.
Streams of blood spurted out from the mountain spring. The column of blood spurted out dozens of feet away, and then turned into a thick mist of blood under the burning flames all around.
Ding! A crisp sword chant sounded, and a figure walked out from the ripples in the space.
Dressed in white clothes, the white clothes are as white as snow, and he appears in front of Qianchuan Xue with cold eyes. He holds a sword oozing with cold light in his right hand, and a few drops of blood drip from the tip of the sword.
As soon as this figure appeared, the entire void became filled with sinister winds, and a depressing aura filled the void within a radius of several thousand feet.
The pupils of Yanchen's eyes contracted, and his gaze was like lightning, staring straight at the figure in white in the sky. The sneer at the corner of his mouth finally froze, and his face became gloomy and terrifying: "Emperor of Blood Prison!"
His mind was shaken, and Yan Chen knew that he had made a mistake. The Blood Hell Emperor was actually able to come out of the underground palace so quickly.
Holding the Qilin Sword, Ye Chen looked calmly at the mountain spring standing in the distance, but his calm eyes were filled with murderous intent. This kind of excessively quiet murderous intent is the most terrifying.
Shanquan's clothes were in pieces, and his long hair was messily draped over his shoulders. A striking sword mark appeared on his chest, and blood surged out, dyeing his whole body red.
Facing this calm gaze, Shanquan's scalp felt numb. When he used the sword just now, he knew what the result would be waiting for him.
However, when he actually faced the Blood Hell Emperor, he couldn't be as calm as he imagined.
Ye Chen's expression was indifferent, his slender left hand was pressed in vain in the void, the terrifying ice rules were flowing on his fingertips, and then, Ye Chen took a step forward and walked slowly towards the mountain spring.
Bang! Ye Chen's footsteps seemed to fall on Shanquan's heart, and Shanquan's heart trembled.
In the distance, Anran, ** and others all exclaimed: "Shanquan, retreat!"
At the same time, Anran and Liang also came out with swords in hand and ran towards the place where the mountain spring was.
Whoosh! Two streams of martial arts will burst out in Anran and ** at the same time. Their figures were like rainbows, but when Ye Chen looked at them, both Anran and **'s figures stopped in vain.
A tingling sensation.
The martial arts will in his body was also stirring at this moment, and the coercion of heaven and earth gathered together to form a shackles, imprisoning the sad figure.
Although Ye Chen only glanced casually, it was this glance that made Anran and Liang feel the monstrous murderous intent in it, a silent murderous intent.
Looking back, Ye Chen's pace never stopped. The snowflakes fell from the sky, fell on Ye Chen, and gathered on Ye Chen's left hand.
Whoosh! With his left hand pointing together as a sword, Ye Chen quickly tapped his sword fingers, and the snowflakes dancing around him shot out like a flood, drowning the figure in the mountain spring in an instant.
Under the flying snow, Shan Quan's figure was slightly hazy. Shan Quan stared at the flying snow warily, fearing that Ye Chen would take action. Suddenly, Shan Quan frowned slightly, as if he noticed something, and a snowflake followed.
The wind fell and hit the mountain spring.
At this moment, Shanquan's mind was shaken wildly, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
The snow flakes submerged Shan Quan's figure, and streaks of frost appeared out of thin air on Shan Quan's body. In just a moment, a layer of frost appeared all over Shan Quan's body. When the frost filled the air, Shan Quan seemed to have turned into an ice sculpture.
Under the ice, the horrified expression on Shan Quan's face remained, his eyes were rolling, and his will was pouring out crazily, trying to break through the ice.
However, the ice layer is extremely strong, and the ice rules flowing on it freeze the true energy flowing in the mountain spring.
Ye Chen looked at the ice sculpture in the wind and snow with an indifferent expression. He picked up the hanging unicorn sword and stabbed it out lightly, shooting straight into the mountain spring.
The god raised his right hand, and a ray of sword light in his palm transformed and extended in the void, slashing straight at the War Emperor...
"Mountain Spring!" Above the void, Anran and Yang both exclaimed, trying to stop Ye Chen's sword, but the pressure of the surrounding heaven and earth held them tightly. This was a forbidden magical power.
Phew! A dull sword light fell on the center of Shan Quan's eyebrows at the slightest distance. The tip of the sword with cold light met the crystal clear ice. There was a crisp sound, and cracks covered the entire ice sculpture. The cold wind blew
Come on, click!
The ice sculpture shattered, and at the same time, Shan Quan's entire body shattered directly, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, without even a drop of blood being splashed.
"Supernatural power of ice!" Ye Chen whispered, this ice rule froze not only Shanquan's body, but also his soul. The moment his body was broken, the soul emerged, completely exposed.
Under the wind and snow, a layer of frost appeared on it.
Nine days above, the flying snowflakes fell, falling straight into the mountain spring.
The thin snow catkins are filled with biting murderous intent, and the snowflakes pass through the soul of the mountain spring. The breath of the mountain spring dissipates in vain, and the dim soul gradually turns into nothingness, and the soul is extinguished!
In just a few breaths, a martial artist fell like this.
Stepping on the snow, Ye Chen looked indifferent, his eyes fell on the people who were fighting in the distance, and whispered: "Very good!"
The several hell warriors who were besieging Mu Chen and Fatty Xiao were all nervous. Being stared at by Ye Chen, they felt inexplicable palpitations, especially after Ye Chen killed a martial artist in such a strange way.
The entire void fell into silence. Ye Chen stepped out and walked slowly towards the direction of Mu Chen and Fatty Xiao. Every time he stepped down, the crisp sound of his footsteps echoed.
The hell warriors who were fighting subconsciously retreated, not daring to face Ye Chen alone.
Seeing this, Yanchen Jian frowned slightly, his own morale dropped drastically, and he had the intention of retreating before the battle even started. This was a big taboo.
"Everyone, although this person is strong, we have an advantage in terms of numbers. He can easily kill a martial artist, but how can he do so easily against five martial artists?" Yan Chen whispered, with an expression on his face.
He looked at the figure coming out of the air with some confusion.
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately resonated with other warriors. Indeed, they might not be able to defeat him just by relying on their individual strength, but five martial arts realms could definitely suppress this person.
Thinking of this, the dozen or so warriors besieging Mu Chen looked at each other, and immediately, five long rainbows passed directly past Mu Chen and Fatty Xiao, heading straight for Ye Chen.
The sky suddenly darkened, and the surrounding void shattered in vain. The waves of space surged and rolled back, and the surrounding warriors retreated one after another.
At the same time, the five figures disappeared into the wave of space. However, five terrifying and abnormal wills emerged from the wave of space. In an instant, their five sword pillars, which were hundreds of feet high, broke through the wave.
, emerged and shot straight at Ye Chen.
Before the sword pillar arrived, five fierce wills arrived first, covering Ye Chen's whole body like several mountains suppressing him.
In this regard, Ye Chen's expression remained extremely calm, ignoring the five sword pillars that came suddenly, their killing marks looming between his eyebrows, and the overwhelming murderous intent permeated them.
Hundreds of feet of sword pillars, covering the sky and the sun, spanned the entire void. At the moment when the five sword pillars were about to hit Ye Chen, a figure appeared in front of Ye Chen, with white hair and black clothes, and a murderous body.
Ye Chen took a step forward, and his figure overlapped with the killing body. The white clothes behind him made a sound, and the long ink hair danced wildly, like demonic wings.
At this moment, the world fell into endless darkness in vain, and a silver moon shadow emerged from behind Ye Chen.