The scarlet blood pupils disappeared in the sky, and a rain of blood fell.
The icy rain of blood washed the world. Standing in the rain curtain, countless Daqi soldiers felt as if they were in an ice cellar.
Especially the lieutenants, all of them looked pale.
In the empty world, the rain of blood rolls backwards, and the violent wind howls.
With eyes as bright as lightning, Ye Chen stared at the invisible scarlet pupils and sighed with a little regret.
Although the previous sword broke Guan Zhong's magical power, Ye Chen knew that this sword did not severely damage Guan Zhong.
"Never underestimate the strong men in the world at any time!" Ye Chen murmured softly, turned around, and looked at the dark Qi cavalry all around with an indifferent expression.
Woohoo! Hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Dragon Iron Cavalry were hovering in the sky. The moment Ye Chen looked at him, the dragons under his crotch let out a mournful cry.
"I have imprisoned tens of millions of people from my Martial God Chosen clan. It's time for your Qi country to repay this debt!"
Ye Chen had a sneer on his face, his eyes were calm and unwavering, and he just walked towards the Qi soldiers.
"Start the formation!" Several lieutenants showed fear in their eyes, and they only launched the large formation.
The power of the formation formed by millions of soldiers is extremely terrifying.
Boom! Earth-shaking roars echoed in the sky. The world seemed to have turned into a dead lake without any waves.
An unprecedented coercion swept out, like thousands of towering mountains, falling directly on Ye Chen's shoulders.
Ye Chen's body sank suddenly, and his incomparable martial arts will burst out of his body to face the pressure.
Boom! The two pressures collided in the sky, but did not cause any waves.
"The Ten Thousand Army God-Slaying Formation is a large formation activated by more than five million elites from the Qi Kingdom. Even if this person's cultivation is astonishing, it is enough to trap this person for a moment!"
"Fang Shi, once the powerful men in the court come here, it is not impossible to kill this person." The eyes of several lieutenants changed rapidly, with a hint of hope in their eyes.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!" Below, the white-haired old man's eyes revealed murderous intent.
More than a thousand warrior gods came out, led by the white-haired old man and Lu Wen, and followed Ye Chen with swords.
Boom! The majestic pressure roared in. The faces of millions of Martial God Chosen were pale, and a mouthful of blood came out when they touched it. However, the murderous intent on the Martial God Chosen was getting stronger and stronger.
Under the pressure, even if his orifices bleed, the God of War still continues to choose his clan.
"Kill!" The earth-shattering sound of killing echoed in the sky. This scene made the surrounding Qi soldiers look horrified and shocked.
Ye Chen, feeling this cold killing intent, sighed silently in his heart. The hatred of thousands of years has not dissipated with the passage of time, but has been engraved into the bone marrow and imprinted in the soul.
Looking around, Ye Chen looked at the warriors with blood-red eyes. They stepped out first, slowly raising their white right hands, and the surging killing rules behind them gathered together, and instantly turned into a killing sword.
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The huge sword of killing. The shrill screams echoed on it. Ye Chen's eyes turned cold. The Qilin Sword lightly brought up an afterimage, activating the sword of killing. The sword of killing surged to a hundred feet, and came down from top to bottom.
It swung down, as if it was going to cut through the world.
Suddenly, the sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly started.
Standing on the towering chariot, several lieutenants looked at this scene, their scalps were numb, "Concentrate the power of the formation on that person, hurry up!"
"Nuo!" Several messengers raised their horns one after another, and the melodious sound of the horns floated out, "Command, focus on dealing with the chosen tribe of the Martial God!"
However, before the army could change its formation, the slashing sword had already torn a dark space crack in the void, and countless spatial turbulence surged out.
Bang bang! The Tianlong cavalry in front stepped back one by one, their faces extremely pale.
Staring at the spatial crack that appeared, Ye Chen's eyes flashed with coldness, he took a step forward, and his body suddenly rushed into the spatial crack.
The sudden disappearance of Ye Chen shocked several lieutenants and caused cold sweat to break out from their backs.
"Disappeared?" A deputy general frowned.
"This world has been imprisoned. Even if he rushes into the turbulence of the void, he cannot escape from this world!"
The other lieutenant general shook his head and pondered secretly. At this moment, a clicking sound was heard from behind. The lieutenant general turned around suddenly, and his eyes were in vain, "You?"
I saw a dark space crack appearing behind the chariot, and a majestic pressure filled it.
Inside, a snow-like figure in white clothes slowly appeared.
Bang! Walking out of the space rift, Ye Chen looked at the lieutenants indifferently, "As long as we get rid of these generals, then these five million troops will be like scattered sand!"
Scarlet thunder appeared in his eyes. Ye Chen raised his hand, pointed it in the void, and said lightly: "Thunder!"
Kaka! Ye Chen’s words were like the call of the Thunder King. Countless thunderbolts swam in the dead silence of the sky and earth, and went down towards several lieutenants. Before the several lieutenants could react, they were shocked to find themselves
Being in a thunder pool, thunder is raging all around.
Several people showed signs of struggle, but just when they wanted to resist, they did not notice that a cluster of fire flashed between Ye Chen's eyebrows.
Hiss! A condensed Suzaku shadow appeared from behind, and a blazing sea of fire surged down.
With roars of despair, these lieutenants were immediately swallowed up by the sea of fire, and their bodies were turned into ashes.
Its roar still echoes across heaven and earth.
After dealing with these generals, Ye Chen turned around and calmly looked at the Tianlong Cavalry around him. Without any words, he rushed into the Tianlong Cavalry with his sword.
The demeanor of a master can never be reflected in Ye Chen.
In ordinary martial arts realm, one would disdain to attack the weak, but Ye Chen would not.
Whenever a sword is drawn, the sword will be stained with blood, just like the god of death holding a sickle. Wherever Ye Chen passes, green blood will fly everywhere.
In the distance, people filled with murderous intent looked at Ye Chen who was slaughtering Daqi soldiers and secretly took a breath.
"My dear friend, what a terrifying murderous intention!" Lu Wen secretly smacked his tongue.
"Ahem!" The white-haired old man nodded secretly. He had been practicing for thousands of years and had never seen a warrior with such murderous intent.
Crash! There was rain of blood, and countless corpses fell down.
The remains of dragons are all over the ground, suspended above the sea of clouds.
In the vast void, apart from that proudly standing figure in white, there was no longer any presence of the Heavenly Dragon Iron Cavalry.
Wiping off the blood on the Qilin Sword, Ye Chen raised his sword and slashed through the void. As a dazzling sword light swept across, the imprisoned world shattered, and the Ten Thousand Army God-Slaying Formation completely collapsed.
Come on.
"Lu Wen, I will place a ban on this world!"
"The rest of you, follow me to defeat this Qi cavalry!" The cold sword light flashed through the void. Ye Chen raised the Qilin sword high, pointed at the pale-faced Qi soldiers in the distance, and said coldly: "In the past, hell was buried.
Tens of millions of Martial God creatures, millions of Qi soldiers will be buried in hell today!" Before he finished speaking, tens of millions of Martial God chosen tribes raised their swords in their hands, and the sound of clanging gold and iron resounded through the sky.
The faces of each Martial God Chosen Clan were full of ferocity and madness, and their eyes were red with jealousy.
"Kill!" Ye Chen strode away and headed forward, followed closely by tens of thousands of Martial God Chosen clansmen, with overwhelming killing intent.
Facing this scene, even though this group of Qi soldiers were elites who had been baptized by countless fires of war, they felt frightened at this moment. In addition, the commanders and generals in the army had died, and they had lost their backbone, just like a piece of loose sand.
Killings spread across the sky and earth like a tide, the sky and the earth turned pale, and blood flew everywhere.
This massacre of disparity in strength only lasted for a moment, and the Qi cavalry who were struggling to hold on fled away one after another.
Lu Wen, on the other hand, stood at the front and laid down a series of restrictions, blocking the way of many Qi soldiers.
A massacre was staged again, the sea of clouds shattered, and below, on the bare mountain peaks, countless corpses were piled together.
In this battle, more than three million of Qi's elite men perished.
The shrill screams gradually dissipated in the void. Without their enemies, the various Martial God Chosen clans stood quietly, silently watching the sword palace below that had turned into ruins.
There, their ancestors and their wives were buried.
All the time, they are eager to kill their enemies with their own hands.
But now, after slaughtering three million Qi State elites, they feel inexplicably sad. Even if they slaughter tens of millions of Qi State soldiers, will those who left come back?
Ye Chen was silent, staring at the surging clouds in the distance, thinking about how to arrange the selection of clans for these tens of thousands of warrior gods.
After a long time, Ye Chen turned around and looked at the white-haired old man with a very respectful expression, "Ye Chen, what do you call me?"
"Old Man Demon Thousand Blades!" The white-haired old man raised his head and looked at Ye Chen with a look of fanaticism in his eyes.
"Do you know about the Daqian Empire?" Ye Chen asked.
"I know!" Mo Qianren replied respectfully.
"Then you lead these tens of thousands of Martial Gods to select tribes and set off immediately for the Daqian Empire!" Ye Chen pointed to the northwest and said softly: "There are tribesmen there to support you. If anyone asks, just say that Ye Chen asked you to come.
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Hearing this, Mo Qianren looked startled, "My dear benefactor, won't you follow us to the Daqian Empire?"
"I still have some debts to collect!" Ye Chen said calmly, but his plain words made Mo Qianren and others smell the overwhelming smell of blood...