The first thousand four hundred and fifty-nine chapters
s: Let me explain here, the China where the protagonist lived in his previous life is not the world we live in. Tiangang’s world view obviously draws on the background of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period!
The sword is like a swimming dragon, showing overwhelming killing intent when opened and closed.
His body is like thunder, Ye Chen is like a demon, his eyes are shining with cold light.
The majestic rules of heaven and earth are as thick as a rainbow and as heavy as a mountain, and the billowing sword light is like the rolling waves, unstoppable.
Under the reflection of the sword light, Jing Ke and Zhao Kuo's expressions were filled with shock.
The twentieth ray of sword light slowly evolved. Ye Chen's sword fingers clasped the hilt of the sword tightly. The long sword shattered the void. The sword rays of light were like flowing water, like meteors streaking across the empty sky. The blazing light
The entire sky was illuminated in an instant.
The sword light shot straight into the sky, mixed with the power of destroying the heaven and the earth, and followed the rules of the heaven and the earth, slashing straight down.
In an instant, the figures of Zhao Kuo and Jing Ke were swallowed up by the sword light.
A surging and terrifying aura permeated the air, covering all directions. The onlookers present had bloodless faces and looked at this scene in horror. This handsome young man could actually perform such a terrifying sword style. Below, the numerous corpses were broken into pieces.
Ashes flew.
"Master!" Fatty Fish stared at the void with an excited expression. Ye Chen's strength made him feel excited.
The ink-like sky and the gorgeous sword light reflected each other, and the sky and the earth were dark. Until a few breaths later, two blood lights bloomed and appeared in the sword light. The blood lotus swayed in the evening wind, and the two figures were like kites that were untied.
Come out backwards.
His gorgeous clothes were all in pieces, and his long and messy hair was draped over his shoulders. Under his disheveled hair, his dim eyes were full of fear.
Bang bang! A dull sound like thousands of thunders echoed in the body. Every time Jing Ke and Zhao Kuo took a step back, a sharp sword energy burst out of the body, dripping with blood. In just a few breaths, Jing Ke and Zhao Kuo
The bodies of the two men were covered with heavy sword marks, which were shocking to look at.
"Jing Shahou! Wanjunhou!"
The embarrassing scene between the two people caused gasps to be heard all around, and a sword attack defeated the two people's attack. Ye Chen's strength gave people a creepy feeling.
"I have said that this dead city will bury all of you!"
Thousands of ghosts shuttled between the heaven and the earth, and there were gusts of dark wind. Ye Chen walked towards the two of them with his sword. Every time he took a step, the pressure in the entire world skyrocketed, and bright sword lights burst out in the sky and the earth.
Coming out, tearing apart the endless darkness, these sword lights formed a series of killing sword pillars, imprisoning the two of them in this world. The pressure was like ten thousand mountains, making the turbulent sky in vain.
"Can you still perform the sword style from before?" Jing Ke's voice was bone-chilling, and his snow-white sword eyebrows were stained with a layer of blood mist, making him look extremely ferocious.
"The source of the soul is severely damaged, and the body of the source is shattered. To kill you, why do you need the previous sword style!" Ye Chen's hair is as long as ink, his eyes are as sharp as a sword, his expression is extremely indifferent, he came out of the air. The whole person is like a ghost.
Like a sharp sword with a scabbard, Ye Chenjian appeared in front of Jing Ke and Zhao Ke in an instant.
The two of them met the dark eyes and were trembling with fear. Ye Chen's words hit the nail on the head. The two of them had indeed paid a heavy price for accepting the sword style before.
"Even if you destroy your original body, I will let you be buried here forever!"
Zhao Kuo said coldly. Endless metal rules were condensed around his body, and his sharp edge was revealed. His whole body was as sharp as a spear. It revealed endless coldness.
"But, will I give you this opportunity?" Using the martial arts world with a radius of more than 50,000 feet, Ye Chen gathered endless coercion. The moment before he finished speaking, the Qilin Sword in the sky immediately raised up, like a flying fairy from the sky.
Just like that, a sword came from the west, bringing with it a beautiful and bright sword light, which even broke through the limitations of time and space. In an instant, it appeared in front of Zhao Kuo and struck straight down.
"Whether there is a chance or not is up to me, not you!" The sword eyebrows were raised slightly, the metal rules surged, Zhao Kuo came out with a gun like a god, and the long hair dancing behind him was like gold threads.
Jing Ke's eyes shot out two rays of light, following Zhao Kuo.
Boom! A spear pierced through, and two phantoms emerged in Zhao Kuo's body, as if three hands were grabbing the spear, facing the sword light, stirring the sky.
The tall and straight figure was as strong as a mountain in mid-air. Ye Chen stared closely at the spear shadow, but he made an unexpected move, and faced the spear with his body, poof!
Bloody light burst out, and the spear oozing with cold light penetrated Ye Chen's chest without any obstruction, causing an explosion of gold and iron clashing.
"Bury you today!" Ye Chen said coldly, with murderous intent. The power of his sword surged again. The Qilin sword in his hand slashed down along with the spear. In an instant, it fell on Zhao Kuo's shoulder. Blood spattered in a line.
The bloody severed arm was abandoned.
Looking at this scene, everyone onlookers was in an uproar. Ye Chen was so crazy that he cut off Zhao Kuo's arm at the cost of serious injury.
Zhao Kuo was also startled by Ye Chen's madness. He faced those dark eyes and felt a chill in his heart. Madman, he is a madman.
Zhao Kuo subconsciously stepped back, but then the fallen Qilin Sword was raised again, like the Milky Way falling for nine days, and instantly pierced Zhao Kuo's heart, poof, blood surged wildly!
The surging sword intent followed the sword body and pointed directly at Zhao Kuo's soul, wiping out his consciousness with absolute destructive force!
Ye Chen had no expression on his face and drew his sword. A series of blood flowers rose up and fell down at this moment.
Two extremely terrifying origin fluctuations flashed through Zhao Kuo's body, and finally dissipated and merged into the world. The originally dead world immediately roared, and a layer of blood-red suddenly appeared in the gray sky and earth.
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This layer of blood-red spread at an unimaginable speed. In an instant, the vast sky above Tiangang was plunged into this endless blood-red.
Wow! A rain of blood fell in vain, falling on the magnificent palace, the majestic mountains, the turbulent ocean, and the warriors wandering around the world.
Warriors across the entire continent stared blankly at this strange world. What happened to trigger such a strange phenomenon in the world?
In the Kingdom of Zhao, Zhao Xiao, the king of Zhao, looked like a rainbow and rushed out of the palace. He looked at the sky with shock on his face, and his eyes were full of anger: "The origin is scattered and returns to the heaven and the earth. The heaven and the earth are filled with blood. This is the blood of Zhao Kuo!"
On the road of martial arts, a strong martial artist who has practiced to the extreme condenses his original body, and has an inexplicable connection with heaven and earth. Zhao Kuo is the ancient strong man of Zhao, and his cultivation is so powerful that it cannot be compared to the Supreme Emperor of Daqian.
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Only the death of a strong man like Zhao Kuo caused a shocking change in the world.
Blood fell on Zhao Kuo's face, and an invisible momentum filled Zhao Kuo's body, which was heart-wrenching.
In this blood, Zhao Xiao noticed Zhao Kuo's aura.
"My Emperor!" Powerful auras rose up in the palace swords, and warriors with solemn expressions stepped out of the air.
There was rain of blood, and the rules of heaven and earth transformed into blood snakes, swimming between heaven and earth.
Zhao Kuo looked straight into the sky with his stern eyes and said coldly: "That despicable man killed me, Marquis Wanjun of Zhao, and he deserves to be punished for his crime!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xiao walked out with a flick of his sleeves, his body like a rainbow, and headed straight into the sky, followed by hundreds of civil and military officials. The majestic momentum of the Zhao Empire surged across the sky and earth like a galaxy, with a melodious dragon roar.
The sound then resounded.
In the Yan Kingdom, Yan Ruxue, who was as calm as the abyss, had a very moved expression on her face. She rushed out of the empire and looked at the world where the blood snakes danced wildly in horror, "This is the aura of Zhao Kuo, he has fallen!"
"Call the princes and send troops to the deserted capital!" Yan Ruxue felt a vague feeling of uneasiness in her heart, her eyes flashed coldly, and she roared.
"Zhao Kuo and Jing Shahou were chasing that untouchable man together, and at this moment, Zhao Kuo fell, and what about Jing Ke?" Yan Ruxue clenched her hands, her expression was solemn, and the frost condensed on her sword eyebrows shattered one after another.
Its sound was like the thunder of thousands of thunders, resounding throughout the entire capital of Yan Dynasty.
Waves of extremely thick aura emerged in the imperial capital, shooting directly into the sky above the imperial palace. They were the generals of the Yan Kingdom wearing battle armor and holding giant swords. Killing intent pervaded these people.
Sweeping her sharp eyes across the world, Yan Ruxue said coldly: "Let's go!"
Before she finished speaking, Yan Ruxue took the lead to take a step forward. However, the moment her first foot hit the air, a louder roar resounded across the sky and the earth. The blood rain fell even faster, and within it,
It contains an extremely heavy atmosphere.
Beads of rain fell on Yan Ruxue, dyeing her gorgeous clothes red. Yan Ruxue looked up to the sky and roared: "Shu Zi, you are seeking death!"
Previously, this rain of blood was filled with Zhao Kuo's aura, but now, this rain is also filled with Jing Ke's aura, which means that Jing Ke has also fallen...
"If I don't cut your body into thousands of pieces today, how can I have the dignity to be the emperor of Yan!"
The blood wave surged into the sky, and the majestic momentum tore the world apart. Yan Ruxue's long hair danced wildly, and her deep eyes revealed endless killing intent.
Swish! Sword rays of light swam between heaven and earth, heading straight for the border capital...