The momentum was like a rainbow, and the fat fish in the trapped beast burst out with an extremely terrifying aura.
The rules of Yao land appear, traveling through the yellow sand of Yao land.
Looking at the swooping figure, many warriors smiled sarcastically.
Bang! The sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded, and a young man holding a sword stepped out of the air, holding the sword across his chest to block Fatty Fish's attack, "Damn Fatty, you are too weak!"
Bang bang! A terrifying force came from the hilt of the sword. The fat fish shuddered, and immediately fell backwards like a kite that was out of line. The dripping blood splashed on the tiger's mouth, staining the yellow sand on the ground red.
Heartbreaking pain swept over him, and Fatty took a breath, and just as he stood up with his sword in hand, a majestic pressure roared in, falling on Fatty like a thousand mountains.
Drenched in cold sweat, Fatty couldn't move and could only watch the young man coming with a sword.
"Martial arts realm!" Feiyu's mouth twitched slightly and he cried sadly: "Master Fei died before he left the army, and a generation of talents fell!"
The cold and biting breath filled the air, and Fei Yu felt a bone-chilling killing intent on the sword in the young man's hand. At this moment, Fei Yu even regretted why he had vowed to follow Ye Chen to the death in the first place. "If only Fei Ye hadn't left in the first place."
On this road of no return, at this moment I am holding my dear girls and making love."
"Damn fat man, where is that untouchable?" From a high position, the young man looked at Fat Fish indifferently. Yaodi's rules appeared, imprisoning Yaodi, and the air around him seemed to be frozen.
"Bah! The fat man has no fear of life and death, how can he betray his master? Don't look at the fat man with your vulgar eyes!" Fei Yu raised his head, with a look of death, but murmured in his heart: "Mother, I am
If we knew the location of that guy, how could he fall into your hands?" Hearing this, the young man frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, this little fat man was quite brave. He raised his sword, and a fierce sword energy penetrated out.
Cutting across Fatty Fish's right arm, the blood suddenly appeared, and a piece of flesh and blood flew up, and the snow-white bones were clear and arrow-like.
Fei Yu covered his bloody right arm with one hand and exclaimed, "It hurts so much!"
"Little fat man, if you don't say anything, I will cut off your fat with a sword. Anyway, the fat man has the most meat!" the young man joked, causing the warriors behind to burst into laughter.
Hearing this, Feiyu trembled slightly, held his head high and said disdainfully: "Come on! If your fat man frowns, then he will be your grandfather!"
Your grandfather! The young man snorted coldly, and raised the long sword in his right hand again, bringing with it a bright sword light, and swung it straight down. Just when the sword was about to touch the fat fish, a plain voice suddenly sounded: "You
If this sword falls, I will give you a thousand swords!" His voice was like a breeze, blowing across the desert and falling on everyone's ears.
Whoosh! The sword suddenly stopped, less than an inch away from the fat fish. The young man raised his head, with a look of ecstasy on his face. His eyes swept around, but he didn't see anyone.
The same goes for the other warriors. The only one who can stand up for the fat man at this moment is the untouchable.
Looking at the tip of the sword so close at hand, Fat Fish's throat rolled slightly and he broke into a cold sweat. When he heard this sound, Fat Fish burst into tears and shouted: "Master!"
"The fat master shows up, you bastards just wait for death!"
"Quack, Master Fei didn't tell you about his master's whereabouts because he didn't want you losers to die!"
The fat fish became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and even said sarcastically: "Mom, you don't even have to urinate, just look at it, you want to hunt down my master just because you are like birds!"
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the young man snorted coldly, "Now that your master has appeared, you little fat guy can go and die!"
Before he finished speaking, the young man shook his right arm, and the long sword pierced through like a rainbow, pointing directly at Feiyu's eyebrows.
The cold wind howled, and Fatty Fish's expression changed slightly, and then he chuckled: "I'll kill you, uncle!"
Now that Ye Chen appears, Feiyu firmly believes that no one can kill him.
With his eyes motionless, Fat Fish stared directly at the sword light. The moment the sword light touched, a click sound suddenly sounded, the sword light collapsed, the young man's face changed slightly, and the sword in his hand became extremely heavy.
.It's like an invisible wall of air is blocking the front, and the sword cannot get past it even half an inch.
"You drew your sword again!" The indifferent voice sounded again, and soon, the crisp sound of swords echoed in vain across the land, and the long sand was rolling like angry waves, and the sword shadows were broken like materialized sword shadows.
Coming out of the ground, there were a thousand sword shadows, pointing directly at the young man's vital points.
"He's below!" Facing the dense sword shadows, the young man's scalp felt numb. Just as he was about to retreat, the yellow sand rolling below condensed together to form thick arms, grabbing the young man's feet and pulling them from a distance.
Looking from a distance, countless arms were dancing around the young man, which looked extremely scary. Whoosh! The sound of breaking wind gradually grew louder, and thousands of sword shadows penetrated through, instantly drowning the young man's figure.
Puff! A series of blood flowers were brought up and fell on Fatty Fish's face. Fatty Fish took a breath and stared at the scene in front of him.
Thousands of sword shadows blasted his body, and in the swirling dust, a dim soul appeared, trying to escape. However, a huge bloody mouth appeared in the sky, devouring it, and the screams echoed.
Seeing this strange scene, the faces of the warriors who were chasing them turned pale, and they tried to escape. The yellow sand below them rolled up, and a huge tearing force dragged their bodies, and their bodies sank downwards.
.
There were repeated sounds of panic, and even a strong martial artist could not break free in the face of this tearing force.
Within a few breaths of time, dozens of figures were completely engulfed by the yellow sand, making no sound. Poof, fresh blood surged out and seeped out, dyeing the yellow sand all over the ground red.
Hiss! The fat fish's scalp is numb and he is dead. All these offal are dead.
Boom! The yellow sand is rolling, and a terrifying whirlpool appears slowly below, as if it is collapsing.
A figure dressed in white slowly emerged from the whirlpool, and the yellow sand fell down.
After evolving the sword style for several days, Ye Chen's posture holding the sword looked as if he was old and desolate, revealing inexplicable vicissitudes of life.
Fatty Fish looked startled at first, then crawled towards Ye Chen ecstatically, with tears streaming down his face, and said with great excitement: "Master, Xiaoyu finally sees you again!"
Seeing Fei Yu's demeanor, Ye Chen had a rare smile in his eyes. Fortunately, this guy still had some loyalty. If he fled to the west, he would be buried under the sand for a long time. It was only because of his loyalty that he was saved.
Killed himself.
However, when he saw Fei Yu wiping his tears or snot on his robe, Ye Chen still felt a little chilly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said calmly: "Is your identity exposed?"
When it came to business, Feiyu boasted about how dangerous this trip was. He relied on his wit to avoid being chased by many people, until finally he said weakly: "Master, those people are too careful.
, I really can’t hide it from you with my cultivation as a fat fish!”
"What news did you get?" Ye Chen asked impatiently. This damn fat guy talks a lot of nonsense.
"Master, don't you know?" Feiyu's mouth twitched as his right arm was pulled.
Ye Chen shook his head. For the past few days, he had been immersed in his own world, evolving the twentieth sword style, and ignored the outside world.
Hearing this, Feiyu sorted out his thoughts and said slowly: "First, the Yan State sent tens of millions of troops, laid out Yaoluo ground nets, and Man Yaogang hunted down the master. At the same time, the hidden powerful men of the Yan and Zhao countries came together one after another.
Secondly, Zhao Xiao, the emperor of the Zhao Kingdom, killed tens of thousands of warriors from his chosen clan, openly hung tens of millions of corpses on the city tower, and made bold words to lay down tens of thousands of corpses, waiting for his master to visit.
If the master does not leave for a day, he will kill all the chosen tribes of the God of War. The emperors of other countries will do the same, and all countries are now massacring the chosen tribe of the God of War."
Having said this, Fei Yu cautiously raised his head and glanced at Ye Chen, but his heart was beating faster.
A raging murderous intent appeared in the sky, and the murderous intent contained in the pitch-black ink made one's hair stand on end.
What surprised Feiyu was that Ye Chen's expression remained as calm as ever, not as angry as he had imagined.
"Is there any other news?" Ye Chen said calmly, but his voice was like a cold wind, which made Fei Yu shiver. He summoned up his energy to resist this oppression and said respectfully: "There is one more thing. I just want to talk to the master.
The relationship is not big. The alliance armies headed by Da Qian and followed by Yan and Zhao gathered at the center of Yan and Zhao, ready to go. Rumor has it that the Yan and Zhao armies are attacking the God of War for the fifth time. Maybe they will send their troops to the God of War in the next few months!"
"The God of War!" At this moment, Ye Chen's eyes were finally moved.