Dozens of rainbows flew out behind Ye Chen, and a bright sword light appeared through the sky.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually rose, followed closely by high-pitched cold shouts.
Outside the ice layer, Leng Feng and others looked at this scene in astonishment. The melee between more than sixty martial artists was a rare occurrence in the history of hell.
There are hundreds of thousands of sword leaves, each of which is under the control of Ye Chen. The sword fingers are involved, and Ye Chen's will is integrated into the sword leaves, and every scene and thing in the thousands of feet of void appears in his mind.
Fire Qilin came through the air with his hands behind his back and stood next to Ye Chenzhou.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Huo Qilin looked at the dense sword leaves and whispered: "It's good to be able to control the ice rules to such an extent!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen opened his eyes, smiled faintly, and said, "It hasn't started yet?"
After finishing, Ye Chen's sword finger landed in the void again and circled around. The sword leaves around him danced wildly, and the sword wind caused by it suddenly formed a hurricane.
The hurricane moved from bottom to top, covering a martial arts warrior, and tens of thousands of its sword leaves came with a bang.
Whoosh! The Wandao sword leaves brought out eye-catching sword lights. The warrior was directly pierced through the heart by the Wandao sword and died. The strong sword leaves passed through his body and continued towards the surrounding hell warriors.
The martial arts realm fell, and the blood mist spread, turning into ice shavings and scattering.
At the same time, a burst of vitality emerged in the void. According to the rules, this vitality would merge into the void until it dissipated.
However, how could Huo Qilin let go of this vitality? He grabbed forward with his right hand, as if traveling through space, grabbing the vitality and integrating it into Huo Qilin's body. "I want the vitality of these martial arts warriors!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen waved his sword finger again. The moment the sword finger touched down, hundreds of thousands of sword leaves drew perfect arcs and shot out in all directions, once again bringing out eye-catching streaks of blood.
Life was flowing in the void, and Fire Qilin grabbed it with his right hand again, not wasting a trace of life.
The sword leaves were falling one after another, and the ice sword fell straight down. More than fifty strands of will were stirring in the void, and the ice sword and sword leaves were constantly impacted and shattered one by one.
Ice shards filled the sky, and more than fifty of its figures danced wildly in the wind and snow, looming.
Seeing this, Ye Chen sighed slightly: "This is the ultimate level of magical power Bing Jue. If you break through the martial arts realm, this magical power should be even stronger!"
"The more terrifying a warrior's control over the rules is, the stronger he will be after entering the second level of martial arts!"
"Control the rules in your own field and dominate everything!" Huo Qilin nodded, his eyes filled with wonder. He didn't expect Ye Chen to make such great progress during the year he was sleeping.
Bang bang! Fatty Xiao and Mu Chen also came to Ye Chen's side.
"You come here on time every time!" Fatty Xiao chuckled after wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled helplessly and said: "There was an accident when entering the underground palace, otherwise, I would have rushed back!"
Suddenly, Ye Chen raised his head and looked forward with a somewhat solemn gaze. In front of him, the figure of Yan Chen was swaying in the cold wind, perfectly avoiding the sword leaves and ice swords that were shot backwards every time.
Even relying on the chaotic situation, Yan Chen's figure unknowingly approached the ice layer, and his fist with the force of destruction fell on the ice layer, causing the ice layer of hundreds of feet to shake.
"Deal with this guy first, then, this guy is responsible for all the troubles!" Ye Chen raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and stepped forward in vain, heading straight for the smoke. Ye Chen's steps were not fast, but every time he stepped down,
, the turbulent flow of sword energy around them disappeared one after another, becoming unstoppable. Yanchen, who was destroying the ice with all his strength, noticed something, suddenly raised his head, turned around, and looked at Ye Chen who came through the air with a somewhat solemn expression.
"I have to admit, I made a mistake today!" Yan Chen suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and pretended to be calm: "But, Blood Prison Emperor, I said you can't keep me!"
Puff! Yan Chen's expression became extremely ferocious in vain, and there was even a trace of blood red in his clear eyes.
His face turned pale, the aura on Yan Chen's body surged in vain, and an invisible flame appeared in his mind. This invisible flame wrapped around his soul, burning crazily, burning the power of his soul!
When facing the powerful Ye Chen, Yan Chen knew that today he was defeated, completely defeated, and even had a chance of falling. He had a narrow escape, and the only chance of survival was to burn the power of his soul in exchange for an instant surge in strength, crushing this ice.
layer, breaking through the siege of Ye Chen and others.
The power of burning the soul not only severely damages the soul, but even regresses the cultivation level, but it can exchange for a glimmer of life, which is all worth it.
As his soul burned, the heart-rending pain flooded Yan Chen's whole body, and his whole body looked even more ferocious.
The smoke and dust from the skyrocketing cultivation reached the second level of martial arts, and his whole body was filled with an extremely violent aura.
"Break it for me!" Yan Chen roared out, roaring out, straight into the sky, and its thrilling aura attracted the attention of all the warriors. The hell warriors were all shocked. They did not expect that Yan Chen would be so crazy.
Nine phantoms of dragons are entangled around Yanchen's right arm. These dragons have become substantial, and their will is flowing between them.
"Nine dragons break the sky! Break it for me!" After burning his soul, Yan Chen's punch was so terrifying that the world was darkened before it, except for Yan Chen's mighty punch.
Nine dragons broke through the void and tore apart the ice rules flowing on the ice. Bang!
Yan Chen struck with a punch, and the ice layer of 100 feet shook crazily, with cracks spreading out on it. The moment Yan Chen landed his second punch, the ice layer of 100 feet suddenly shattered, and the sea of fire from 100 feet away came towards this place again.
Come.
The ice layer was submerged in the sea of fire, and its ice cubes melted away quickly. After destroying the hundred-foot ice layer, Yan Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The ice layer was like a shackle. Once it was destroyed, he would no longer be restrained.
The momentum increased again, and Yan Chen roared out. The roar was earth-shattering. At the same time, the true energy in Yan Chen's body surged wildly. He took a step forward, but at this moment, a dull voice made Yan Chen feel like he was in an ice cellar:
"Did I let you go?"
Cold sweat dripped down Yanchen's cheeks. Yanchen realized a very serious problem. When he destroyed the ice layer before, why didn't that guy stop him?
Ding! A clear sword chant sounded, and ripples spread out from the void in front of the smoke. Ye Chen, dressed in white, stepped out with a hunting sound.
"The power of burning soul is infinitely close to the peak of the second level of martial arts. Even so, the true energy has only become thicker!" The snowflakes rolled back, and there was a biting chill in Ye Chen's voice.
"The most direct way to destroy a person's will is to first give him hope, and then make him feel endless despair!" Ye Chen took a few steps forward, his thin figure blocking the path of the smoke, and Ye Chen seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
looking at the smoke.
"Despair?" Yan Chen's expression was extremely ferocious. While accepting this surge in cultivation, he was also suffering from inhuman pain all the time. His clear eyes had turned blood red: "Get out of my way, I want to leave, who can
It can’t be stopped!”
At this moment, Yan Chen also burst out with swear words. He punched again, and nine dragons that were several feet in diameter were circling around. A bit of cold light burst out from his fist, illuminating the entire world, like an exploding sun, shining brightly.
.
"Those who have not mastered the field are still first-level martial arts warriors. Quantitative changes do not lead to qualitative changes. Ha, I will send you to reincarnation!" Ye Chen looked calm and looked at the roaring nine dragons indifferently, as well as the continuously enlarging
fist.
The mark of killing circulated between Ye Chen's eyebrows, and a figure emerged in front of Ye Chen, wearing a black robe and white hair, and a body of killing.
The biting murderous intention merged into the cold wind that was blowing away. As his long hair danced wildly, Ye Chen took a step forward. His figure and the murderous body completely overlapped, and his aura surged.
"Two breaths of time is enough!" The extremely violent dragon arrived in an instant, and its fist filled with cold light brought up waves of space. Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he swung his right hand forward with the same punch.
Bringing it out, the roar echoed, and its clusters of silver and enchanting reincarnation flames circled around Ye Chen's fist. As the will filled the air, its reincarnation flames suddenly transformed into the phantom of a Suzaku spreading its wings and about to fly. The terrifying rules of fire
Flow within it, this punch is very similar to Yanchen, but the rules are different. Yanchen condenses into a dragon according to the rules of ice, and Ye Chen condenses into a Suzaku shadow according to the rules of fire. The flames of reincarnation are churning, like a bursting volcano, full of power.
.
"How can this guy know my magical power!" Yanchen's pupils narrowed slightly, with a trace of shock in his blood-red eyes: "No, it's not my magical power, he just looks like it, not the real magical power!"
Bang! The nine roaring dragons were drowned by the flames, and the phantom of the Suzaku spun around.
Bang! Two fists came in an instant and collided together. A loud roar sounded at this moment, shaking the earth and the earth. Yan Chen's body flew backwards like a falling star, blood surged wildly, and his right arm was filled with blood mist.
.
A look of horror overwhelmed Yanchen's eyes, and his right arm felt numb, and he even lost consciousness.
"One breath, one more breath!" Ye Chen's figure didn't stop at all, and went straight towards the smoke, spanning dozens of feet in one step, and reached the front of the smoke in an instant.
This overly young face kept enlarging in Yan Chen's eyes. Yan Chen's scalp was numb and he exclaimed: "Everyone, give me a helping hand!"
But there was deathly silence all around, and most of the hell warriors dispersed in all directions at this moment, busy running for their lives, and they had no time to pay attention to the smoke and dust.
"Let's reincarnate!" A dazzling brilliance emerged in Yan Chen's eyes, even drowning Yan Chen's figure.
The Qilin Sword quietly appeared in Ye Chen's hand. Ye Chen raised the sword, an extremely simple sword.
The sky and the earth roared, and the world lost its original color and became dim in front of this sword. This sword light descended crazily, forming a monstrous pressure that tightly locked the smoke.