A layer of frost spread out, and in just a blink of an eye, this layer of frost covered the entire silver gun.
Yan Shou raised his eyebrows in vain and looked up, only to see the snowflakes flying around coming towards him strangely.
Whoosh! The goose-feather-like snowflakes brought with them a sharp sound of breaking wind, tearing the void apart.
This snowflake was originally transformed from the rules of ice. As long as Yan Shou is willing, he can control the snowflakes all over the sky with just one thought.
But at this moment, the snow catkins were out of his control. At the same time, Yan Shou noticed that there was an extremely terrifying will in the snow catkins.
"How is this possible?" Yan Shou's heart sank, and he was about to draw his gun and leave, but the frozen silver gun seemed to merge with the world and could not move.
Whoosh! The snowflakes swept across, setting off streaks of blood.
The hundred-foot-long Tianlong below screamed sadly, and the sweeping snowflakes were like sword blades, sinking into the Tianlong's body.
In just the blink of an eye, the Baizhang Tianlong completely transformed into a vivid ice sculpture. It was so weird that ice and frost rose up and followed Yan Shou's feet.
Hiss! A biting chill emerged on the soles of his feet. Yan Shou looked down and saw that his lower body was completely wrapped in frost.
In the martial arts realm where the original body has not been condensed, Ye Chen easily killed him before entering the martial arts world, let alone now.
"Supernatural power of ice!" Ye Chen pointed his left hand at the sky and the earth. The roaring snow flakes condensed into solid ice chains, which penetrated down and filled the sky and the earth with dense ice swords.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Ku suddenly took a breath. Good fellow, luckily I retreated in time, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to escape.
On top of the dragon chariot, Yan Ruxue's face suddenly darkened. Yan Shou was the most outstanding young powerhouse in Dayan for hundreds of years. He must not fall, otherwise it would be a huge loss to Dayan.
"Shuzi, you are seeking death!" The overwhelming pressure broke out of Yan Ruxue's body, and the phantom of the Tianlong appeared behind her.
Zhao Xiao sat down instead. Zhao Ku was not dead anyway, and he would not regret the death of other warriors.
If thousands of ice swords pierce through, Yan Shou will definitely end up with thousands of swords piercing his heart.
At the last moment, Yan Ruxue still couldn't hold her breath and took action. Yan Ruxue raised her right hand, and saw the rules of heaven and earth emerging one after another, forming a palm shadow of thousands of feet, covering Ye Chen, whizzing down.
Kaka! The ice swords condensed in the snow shattered one after another, unable to withstand the pressure contained in the palm shadow.
Seeing the shadow of the palm whizzing down, Yan Shou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, my emperor took action. This person will never be able to resist my emperor's magical power.
However, Ye Chen never paid attention to the falling shadow of the regular palm. Instead, he took a step forward, the Qilin sword buzzed, stuck close to the silver spear, and stabbed out.
Poof! A flash of blood suddenly appeared, staining the surrounding snowflakes red.
The terrifying sword power broke through the frost and Yan Shou's body-protecting Qi. Poof, it pierced through Yan Shou's heart, and his life ended at this moment.
"You!" His pupils were wide open. Yan Shou did not expect that Ye Chen actually ignored Yan Ruxue's offensive. Could it be that he was so confident that he could easily take Yan Ruxue's palm?
The freezing cold wind blew up the surrounding snowflakes, ruffling Ye Chen's bloody clothes, and also blew up the long hair on Ye Chen's forehead. A strange moon-shaped mark was imprinted on Yan Shou's last gaze, "
moon...."
Yan Shou. Die! Ye Chen pulled out the Qilin Sword, and no blood was splashed. The ice rules had followed the sword body and integrated into Yan Shou's body, freezing the blood all over Yan Shou's body.
Crack! The cold wind swept past, and Yan Shou's body immediately shattered, like a broken ice sculpture.
Holding the sword, Ye Chen slowly took a step forward and headed straight for Zhao Ku.
As for the shadow of the regular palm roaring in the sky, Ye Chen still ignored it.
"Yan Shou is dead?" A look of horror filled his eyes, and Zhao Ku's heart was beating faster. Especially when Ye Chen looked at him, he felt a numb scalp and no longer had the previous momentum.
"He's dead, and you're next!" Ye Chen said calmly, his pace seemed slow, but his figure was like thunder, flying hundreds of feet.
"Kill my general, Dayan, and you will have to keep your life." Yan Ruxue said coldly, turning over with one hand. Even though he was far away, he was controlling the shadow of the palm of the hand.
Huh! The shadow of the regular palm followed Ye Chen closely, and the terrifying pressure tightly locked Ye Chen's body.
"Why does the Emperor of Yan need to intervene in the fight between the younger generations?" A plain voice echoed between heaven and earth, and Mo Che was seen holding the guqin and walking out of the vast Martial God Nebula, wearing a blue shirt without wind.
And move.
Raising his eyes slightly, Mo Che looked at the regular palm shadow that shot away. He gently plucked the strings with his left hand, and the devilish sound of heaven and earth floated in the sky, Ding!
The sound of the piano condensed into a sound sword like flowing water, which suddenly appeared on the shadow of Rules Palm. With one sword, it tore the terrifying Rules Palm shadow into pieces. With a roar, the surging torrent of Rules dispersed in all directions, killing tens of thousands more soldiers.
Under the torrent of rules, screams sounded one after another.
The screams and the sound of the piano merged together to form an eternal song.
"Qinyin?" Yan Ruxue frowned slightly, her eyes became extremely sharp, her body slowly floated up, standing on the battle flag several feet high, looking directly at the green shirt who came out of the void world, "
After condensing the original body, it seems that the God of War is not as weak as imagined."
Yan Ruxue knew that even if she shot at will, the power contained in the shadow of her regular palm was extremely terrifying, and this person could break it with just the sound of the piano. At least this person could condense the original body.
Yan Shou's death was a foregone conclusion, and Yan Ruxue was more concerned about Mo Che who had just appeared.
But Zhao Xiao could no longer sit still. Yan of Great Yan was dead, but Zhao Ku of Great Zhao was not dead yet.
"Zhao Ku's qualifications are among the best among the young generation. With a little training, it will not be a problem to condense the original body. After a few decades, I, Zhao, will have another strong martial artist. He will never fall.
Here."
Standing up, Zhao Xiao kicked off his feet, and his figure was like a sword rainbow, heading straight towards Zhao Ku in the distance.
At the same time, the aura belonging to Zhao Xiao spread out and locked Ye Chen.
His body trembled slightly, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the sword light shooting out from the tens of millions of troops with deep meaning. No one could stop the person I wanted to kill.
A chill came over him, and Zhao Ku's heart trembled. He looked at each other with both eyes, and it seemed as if there were thousands of thunders in his mind, "This person wants to kill me!"
"Thunder!" Zhao Ku waved his left hand, bringing up a fierce wind. The thunder between heaven and earth was controlled and merged into the fist wind, forming a pillar of thunder, heading straight towards Ye Chen, "Stop!"
The sound of shouting was like thunder, and the thunder column passed through the void, covering a distance of more than 500 feet.
"Thunder!" Ye Chen looked at this scene quietly, without stopping, he still walked forward.
Ye Chen's control over Thunder has reached the extreme, how can he be hurt by Thunder? Thunder is under his control.
Bang! Bang! Ye Chen took several steps in succession. Every time he took a step, the thunder pillar shook violently and finally shattered, as if there was no force in the world that could stop Ye Chen's figure.
The thunder roared, and endless thunder gathered at Ye Chen's feet, forming a thousand-foot thunder dragon phantom.
Standing with his hands behind his back, Ye Chen stepped on the thunder dragon's shadow. The thunder dragon's shadow roared, turned into a rainbow and went straight to Zhao Ku.
"Thunder has completely lost its effect in front of this person, it's terrible!" Zhao Ku murmured to himself, but his figure retreated and blended into the army of more than 500,000 people. Only in this way did he notice a slight
A sense of security, "My emperor has taken action, as long as I hold on for a moment longer." Thinking of this, Zhao Ku felt a little relieved, and commanded the soldiers around him, saying coldly: "Shuanglong water formation, change formation quickly, block this person."
Yan Shou fell, and the army of more than 500,000 people lost its backbone. As soon as they heard Zhao Ku's words, they all set off, and their spears swept forward in unison. The armies on both sides rushed towards Ye Chen like two dragons emerging from the water.
go.
The dark eyes were filled with murderous intent. How could Ye Chen not understand Zhao Ku's thoughts?
"Kill!" Ye Chen shouted coldly, and the endless rules of killing appeared in the sky, forming a solid sword light, suspended in the sky.
Before the armies on both sides could rush forward, Ye Chen drew his long sword, and tens of thousands of sword lights fell straight down like falling stars, majestic!
Thousands of swords coming together, the famous sword style of the fourth generation! (To be continued...)
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