Blue blood flew across the sky, and dense spears swept through the void, causing a sharp sound of breaking wind. [Absolute power...]
On the desolate plain, rain of blood fell one after another, dyeing it red.
The sounds of killing became louder and louder, gathering together and reaching into the sky.
However, when the darkness above the sky dissipated, the sound of killing below suddenly fell silent.
Gazes with different emotions all fell on Ye Chen, especially those of the generals, all of whom showed shock.
"Marquis Bianyuan!" Several generals murmured softly, with a slight tremor in their tone.
The red sky and a bloody robe overlapped together. Looking at this demon-like figure, most of the Daqian soldiers took a breath.
"Anyang Hou, save me!" A voice of panic echoed in the air, and Bian Yuan Hou's soul became a little dim.
"If you kill him, then I can guarantee that there will be no despicable people in Tiangang, and all those slums will be eradicated!"
With his eyes as bright as fire, Marquis Anyang stared at the blood-clothed figure and tried to speak calmly, but he still couldn't hide the shock in his heart.
Hearing this, Ye Chen lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the dim soul. He could feel the fear of Bian Yuanhou.
"Are you going to slaughter all the people of the God of War, just your Daqian Empire?" A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen raised his eyes, and said lightly: "One thing is for sure, before you slaughter them all When the people of the God of War are defeated, the Daqian Empire will disappear from Tiangang forever!"
The plain words made Marquis Anyang moved, especially the murderous intention contained in the words, which made him a little anxious and uneasy.
"Really?" Marquis Anyang pretended to be calm and said. A coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and an extremely powerful will burst out of his body like a mountain torrent.
This surging martial arts will rushed straight towards Ye Chen. Wherever it passed, the turbulent void immediately became dead, and was imprisoned by the martial arts will.
The will of martial arts roared over, and the terrifying oppression of martial arts was like an invisible shackle, restraining Ye Chen's figure.
Ye Chen turned a blind eye to this martial arts oppression and took a step forward with his sword. "Sorry, what I said before was wrong. You didn't have the chance to massacre the people of the Martial God. Because today you have to be buried here forever. After all, those four The trash is waiting for you to reunite below!"
Having said this, Ye Chen chuckled, raised his left hand one after another, and saw three clusters of bright lights flashing in his palm.
The supreme fire of karma, the fire of cause and effect, the fire of reincarnation! Three flames burst out and immediately enveloped the martial arts soul of Bian Yuan Hou, and bursts of heart-rending screams rose into the sky.
Looking at this scene calmly, Ye Chen wiped away the martial arts will of Marquis Bianyuan, threw the seal into the Qilin Ring, raised his sword, pointed at Marquis Anyang, and said lightly: "Fifteen breaths have passed, what else can you do? There are fifteen breaths of time!”
The power of a sword! Anyang Hou frowned slightly. He was not a border prince. He did not dare to underestimate any opponent.
"Then I can guarantee that after fifteen breaths, I will still be able to stand here safe and sound!" Anyang Hou said coldly, forming a mark with his hands in vain. The mark rippled and spread, and the surging sea of blood followed him. emerge in the chest.
The surging rules of the blood sea gathered together, and a dim and ethereal figure slowly appeared, the original body of the blood sea of Marquis Anyang.
The bloody light flashed continuously. Looking at the body of the origin in front of him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Anyang Hou's mouth: "The voice of the origin can be condensed to sweep the martial arts realm, and easily kill the disciples of the martial arts world!"
Feeling the sudden surge of pressure on the phantom, the expressions of countless people present changed drastically, and their exclamations kept rising and falling.
Daqian soldiers shouted: "Daqan!"
The loud horn sound became louder and louder, stirring the general situation in the sky.
The general situation filled the sky, the murderous wind blew the battle flags, and rolled up the blood mist all over the sky. The blood mist gathered around Anyang Marquis and the Origin Body.
"At this moment, do you still think that you can kill me within fifteen breaths?" Anyang Hou said coldly, raising his steps slightly, and the body of the blood sea immediately turned into a stream of light and merged into Anyang Hou's body, and bursts of dull sounds echoed. .
Anyang Hou's aura surged again, covering all directions.
"Reincarnation of the Blood Sun!" With a shake of the long sword in his hand, Anyang Hou's figure immediately shot out. The long sword faintly glowed with blood-red light, mixed with the force of destruction, and stabbed Ye Chen's heart fiercely.
This sword triggered the vast rules of the sea of blood, triggered the overwhelming power of the martial arts world, and even integrated into the power of Daqian.
Sensing the astonishing pressure, Wuming suddenly raised his head and looked at the foot-long blood-red sword light. The long bow was raised, and the rules of heaven and earth turned into arrows. As long as there was a slight change in the sky, he would immediately support Ye Chen.
The power contained in this sword is enough to break through Ye Chen, of course, the premise is that this sword can hit Ye Chen.
A chill suddenly flashed across his dark eyes. Ye Chen held the Qilin Sword tightly, slightly stagnant, and then suddenly swung it out. The world of martial arts erupted, "It's too much to suppress me with such a powerful force." I overestimate what you did!"
Bang bang! Dull sounds came out one after another in Ye Chen's body. Every time he took a step, a majestic momentum emerged from Ye Chen's body, the momentum of the Ye family, the momentum of the empire, the momentum of hell, and the momentum of the sword god. , and finally transformed into the power of the God of War and merged into this sword.
The power condensed on Anyanghou's sword seemed a bit insignificant compared to Ye Chen's sword.
Before the two rainbow-like sword lights came into contact with each other, a terrifying impact emerged between them, and the world between them immediately collapsed. Immediately, under the gaze of countless eyes, the two sword lights finally contact together.
Bang! The low sound of gold and iron clashing sounded between the two, and terrifying ripples of the rules of heaven and earth surged out from the point of contact. At the same time, a figure also violently stepped back.
Almost at the same time, countless eyes fell on this figure, and gasps sprung up from below like bamboo shoots after rain. This retreating figure was clearly the Marquis of Anyang, with a bloodless face and a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
However, more eyes were focused on Ye Chen. His figure did not move at all, and his not-so-tall figure looked so tall in everyone's eyes.
"Who is he? He killed the Bianyuan Marquis, and even defeated the Anyang Marquis who had condensed his original body with one sword!" Doubts filled the minds of the Daqian soldiers. When they looked at the crazy-looking Huan Bingyun, At this moment, everyone's faces showed helpless expressions. Are these the same lowly people who were allowed to be slaughtered in the past? Ye Chen gently raised the Qilin Sword and stepped out. The surging rules of heaven and earth in front of him immediately fell silent.
"Compared to the two people at the beginning, this person's original body is even more unstable. Apparently it didn't take long for this person to condense his original body!" Staring at the bloodless Marquis Anyang, Ye Chen's eyes showed a trace of contemplation. Color, the strong wind suddenly rose, Ye Chen's figure was like a breeze, and the Qilin sword in his hand moved with the wind, raising bright sword shadows. Wherever these sword shadows touched, they were all the vital points of Marquis Anyang. With one breath, there are more than a hundred sword shadows.
Anyang Hou raised his sword helplessly and faced these sword shadows. The power contained in each sword shadow made him feel palpitated.
Clang, clang! The sound of gold and iron could not be heard without stopping, until after a few breaths, Marquis Anyang noticed a hot feeling permeating his palms, and his right arm gradually became numb.
Like strolling in a courtyard, Ye Chen walked in the void. Every time he drew his sword, Anyanghou's body trembled, completely suppressing it. Even if Anyanghou used his original body, he could not reverse the situation.
Seeing this scene, the morale of the Daqian soldiers plummeted, and the originally orderly sword formation also became a little messy.
"Monster-like existence, terrifying!" Wuming muttered. He was completely worried before. The blood-red long bow lowered slightly, and its tight bowstring immediately loosened, and the arrows of rules shot out.
Huhu! Taking advantage of the moment when the sword formation was in chaos, Wuming immediately attacked, and this trace of fierceness continued to expand.
"Kill!" Huan Bingyun roared. All the prisoners were extremely crazy. In order to survive, they were not afraid of life or death.
"Ten breaths, eleventh breath, thirteenth breath!" At the moment of the thirteenth breath, the sword in Ye Chen's hand had touched Anyang Hou's chest, and blood suddenly appeared!
The terrifying martial arts will flowed along the sword body and poured into Marquis Anyang's body, completely tearing his meridians to shreds.
Blood surged wildly. Looking at the face so close to him, Marquis Anyang took a breath. He was a devil, a devil who escaped from hell.
"The Marquis of Anyang, the general of Da Qian, should have a very high status among Da Qian!"
"Oh, I suddenly want to spare your life!" Ye Chen said calmly, staring at Anyang Hou.
Clang! A red light flashed on the Qilin Ring, and a martial arts chain appeared in mid-air.
Seeing this martial chain, Anyang Hou's eyes changed a little, and he naturally knew what this chain was.
Ye Chen raised his sword finger and lowered it. The cold chain swam out like a long snake. In the horrified eyes of Marquis Anyang, the sharp chain pierced his collarbone and even cut his hands. and bound feet.
"I prefer to call this chain a dog chain!" The cold voice echoed in the void. Marquis Anyang felt as if he was in an ice cellar, with his whole body soaked in cold sweat. (You are welcome to support me, it's me. The biggest motivation.)
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