Chapter 1,201 The Lord of the Ye Family ps: A book has not been recommended for nearly two months, and it has become extremely popular..51o.
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Three thousand bloody clothes, hunting and hunting.
The setting sun is like blood, the evening wind roars, and three thousand people in blood-clothed clothes stand in the setting sun.
Three thousand extremely terrifying sword intents pervaded it, evolving to the peak of the sword intent.
A majestic trend roared over, like a majestic mountain, suddenly falling on Liu Hui's heart.
"Three Thousand Spiritual Martial Realm!" Liu Hui's mouth twitched and his eyes showed shock.
Rules evolved in the void, with galloping thunder, roaring sea of fire, flying snow, and rewinding winds.
"Use the power of rules, the realm of spiritual martial arts!" The sound of killing ended in silence, and countless pairs of stunned eyes looked at the three thousand bloody clothes in the void.
His heart was beating fiercely, and Ye Wushuang also showed a rare look of shock on his face: "Three Thousand Spiritual Martial Realm!"
"The vastness of heaven and earth, only my blood prison!" The voice of heaven and earth set off huge waves in space, and overwhelming murderous intent rushed towards them. Three thousand powerful auras locked Liu Hui and others tightly.
Under the pressure of more than three thousand auras, the enemy troops below all felt suffocated.
Bang bang! The building couldn't bear the pressure of three thousand people and collapsed!
The martial arts will soars into the sky, Liu Hui stands in the sky, his eyes are like lightning, his will is contained in his eyes, looking straight into the sky.
Space ripples emerged between Liu Hui and Sanqian Xueyi. Rules were flowing between them.
The momentum of three thousand spirit martial realms gathered together and actually suppressed Liu Hui's momentum.
With his heart sinking slightly, Liu Hui said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
Everyone in martial arts is like an ant, but when three thousand spiritual martial realms gathered together, this lineup was enough to make Liu Hui look moved, and he did not dare to underestimate him.
Ignoring it, three thousand blood-clothed men stood in the void. The broken clouds stood strangely still, and there was a dead silence. No one responded to Liu Hui.
"Blood Prison!" Both the cavalry below and the Spiritual Martial Realm in the void are from the Blood Prison. But in Liu Hui's impression, there is no such dynasty or sect in the Martial God Continent.
Bang bang! Three old men stepped out of the air and stood beside Liu Hui.
The four martial arts wills gathered together, and the martial arts will sword shadow emerged, hovering over the four people.
Two general trends collided in the void. Space waves surged between them.
But at this moment, three thousand people in blood-clothed clothes retreated to both sides in vain, looking respectfully towards the end of the sky.
In the void, the thunder roared more violently, and silver snakes swam between the sky and the earth.
As the sea of fire raged, the strong wind formed a black tornado, and the snow fell heavier and heavier.
This vision of heaven and earth made Liu Hui and the others feel inexplicable palpitations, and their surging martial arts will was suppressed by this strange rule.
"Who?" Liu Hui asked solemnly, who could cause this strange phenomenon in the world? Although these spiritual martial arts are strong, they are not enough to achieve this step.
On the tower, Ye Wushuang's expression suddenly changed, and a look of ecstasy swirled in his eyes like a tide.
"Could it be him?" Ye Muwan's voice was trembling, and a man dressed in white could not help but appear in her mind.
"Master!" Ye Wushuang clenched his hands into fists and exhaled slightly.
Under the gaze of everyone, the swimming thunder gathered into a thunder pool, and the sea of fire condensed into the shadow of the red bird, spreading its wings and hovering over the thunder pool.
The snowflakes fell rustlingly, with a biting chill on them, and the ice condensed into snowflakes regularly.
The snowflakes fell on the body of Sanqian Xueyi. Sanqian Moon God Camp seemed to be unaware of it and turned into lifelike ice sculptures. Its blood clothes were still making a sound in the wind and snow.
The moment the majestic momentum reached its peak, a faint ripple in space appeared.
A figure dressed in white stepped out from the ripples of space, followed by dozens more figures.
The strong wind roared, the thunder pool rolled, and the phantom of the red bird rose high.
The young man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his back. Standing on the thunder pond, the falling snow flakes were swirling around him.
There was silence between heaven and earth, and three thousand bloody clothes were waiting for this person's arrival.
The figure of Shengxue in white appeared in the sight of Ye Wushuang and Ye Muwan, and their tense heartstrings finally relaxed, Patriarch!
The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Ye Chen took a few steps forward and looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood below. The corpses of the enemy soldiers, the corpses of Huang Feng's soldiers, and most of them were the corpses of old, weak, women and children.
There was a look of helplessness and loneliness on the overly delicate face, and Ye Chen murmured: "It's still a step too late."
"Who is this?" Liu Hui felt dizzy as he looked directly at the white man in front of him.
The cold shout was mixed with martial arts will, and it rolled out, straight into the sky.
Crack! Under the impact of this sound wave, the ice on Sanqianxueyi's body shattered one after another. At the same time, three thousand cold shouts exploded across the world: "Bold!"
Bang bang! Three thousand fierce auras struck, and Liu Huiqi staggered back a few steps, blood boiling in his chest.
"Martial arts oppression, guard the city!" Ye Chen murmured, ignoring Liu Hui's words, his eyes fell on the city tower dyed red by the setting sun.
"Master!" Ye Wushuang's tone was trembling as he met Ye Chen's gaze.
Passing by the mountains of corpses and the blood-red city towers, Ye Chen saw the tombstones and statues lined up in Luoxia City, and said lightly: "Their names will be immortal and their deeds will be passed down for generations to come."
Stepping out, Lei Chi couldn't bear Ye Chen's steps and broke into pieces.
And at this moment, a wisp of murderous intent that made the world tremble emerged from Ye Chen's body. "And you, you will stay here today to be buried with them!"
As soon as the words came out, Ye Chen's words seemed to turn into the rules of heaven and earth, gathering the pressure of heaven and earth, roaring.
Kacha! The martial arts will hovering in the void collapsed in vain at this moment, and the faces of Liu Hui and others turned pale.
"Sorry, I'm late!" Ye Chen's tone rarely softened, and he said softly, looking at Ye Wen and Ye Leng in a pool of blood.
Hearing this, Ye Wen and Ye Leng stood up. Ye Leng just smiled slightly and said nothing. With gray hair, Ye Wen said hoarsely: "Just come back!"
The afterglow of the setting sun was crushed by Ye Chen. Even though Ye Wen just said a word, Ye Chen could hear the sadness in it.
"Ye Tian!" Ye Chen sighed slightly. Among the sea of corpses piled up like a mountain, Ye Chen noticed Ye Tian.
Scenes from the past appeared before his eyes, and Ye Chen vaguely remembered the scene of Ye Tian sitting in a wheelchair.
"Who is next?" As Ye Chen approached, Liu Hui's tone was a little urgent. At this moment, he also noticed the existence of Huo Qilin and others in the void, in the martial arts realm.
"Who am I?" Ye Chen stopped, raised his sword, pointed at Luoxia City in front of him, and said lightly: "I am the head of the Ye family!"
The head of the Ye family! These words were enough to plunge the scene into a deathly silence, and the sky and the falling snow in the afterglow became more and more rapid.
Master! On top of the city tower, the eyes of the originally desperate defenders once again burst out with bright light. The master of the Ye family is back.
Everyone in the huge Huangfeng Empire knows that there is a throne above the court, but so far, no one has sat on it because that throne belongs to the head of the Ye family.
"The Lord of the Ye Family, the Fifth Generation Moon God!" The numbness in his scalp instantly overwhelmed Liu Hui's nerves. At this moment, Liu Hui's breathing became increasingly rapid.
"It is rumored that the head of the Ye family did not die in the Sword Tomb, why would he appear here?" The other three old men changed erratically, with horrified eyes. Although some people disappeared, the legend about him has always been circulated.
, and Ye Chen is this kind of person.
"I'm joking, it's rumored that the head of the Ye family has fallen!" Liu Hui pretended to be calm, looked up at the Huo Qilin people, smiled slightly, and said, "Are you all from the Demon Palace?"
Demon Palace, the name of the mysterious forces in Tai Palace.
"There is no conflict of interest between our Taidian and the Demon Palace now. This time, everyone from the Demon Palace is also planning the Hundred Nations Alliance. Now, in just a moment, we can defeat Luoxia City!"
Suddenly, Liu recalled something, stepped back a few steps, pointed at Luoxia City in the distance, and said: "You guys want this Luoxia City, I have no objection at all, so I will leave this place to you in the Demon Palace.
I’ll take my leave first!”
Step by step towards the sea of corpses, Ye Chen said nothing, until he was less than a hundred feet away from Liu Hui, Ye Chen raised his head.
Liu Hui's face turned pale. In the depths of those dark eyes, he saw the piercing killing intent, no, but the condensed killing rules. If the mind is not firm, this killing intent is enough to destroy his sanity.
"Finished?" Ye Chen said lightly, a long sword appeared in his hand in vain (to be continued)
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