The Suzaku Jue is divided into five levels. Now Ye Chen has undoubtedly stepped into the first level, and the fire energy flowing in his body is a little more domineering than usual.
Nowadays, the fire attribute Qi should be called Suzaku Qi. Blood Bodhi not only made Ye Chen break through the bottleneck, but also made Ye Chen's perception of the aura of heaven and earth become more and more abnormal.
March, unknowingly, has passed quietly. Looking at the roaring monsters around him, Ye Chen's expression was normal, and his long hair was like ink, and there was no wind. A terrifying momentum burst out from Ye Chen in an instant, sweeping dozens of people in a radius.
Inside, he looked indifferently at the surrendered monsters all over the ground, and said calmly: "It's time to go back!"
The lingering sound lingers, but the figure disappears!
Swish, swish, swish! The figure flew through the treetops like a ghost and headed straight towards the outer city. After months of forbearance, the name Ming gradually faded out of everyone's sight. However, today, the name Ming once brought nightmares to the blood sword.
The Ming appeared again, and unknowingly, the sky in the Wasteland became extremely hazy.
Since the bounty order was issued a few months ago, more and more pursuers have entered the Wasteland, and the Blood Sword has played its rough and fine role, recruiting a large number of masters. Within a few months, the number of masters recruited is not only
It supplemented the vacancies in the Blood Sword and increased the strength of the Blood Sword Legion several times.
On the outside of the entire ruined domain, there were rows of Blood Sword members wearing red blood-clothed clothes. They were walking back and forth around the city gate with giant swords with arrogant expressions on their faces. Pedestrians nearby consciously avoided those big men, which made the Blood Sword members...
The sword members felt even more proud and their words became extremely arrogant.
Sneaking along the way to avoid several waves of Blood Sword Legion troops, Ye Chen was already tired of the fighting scenes. The bloody scenes he faced every day finally made Ye Chen feel tired.
At this moment, what Ye Chen wants to do most is to lie down peacefully on the green grass and take a nap!
The dilapidated city gate remained the same as before, and a majestic shadow slowly appeared in Ye Chen's sight. He pulled up his slender cloak to cover his whole body, and the figure jumped vigorously from the treetops, and several shouts came out like a tide.
The sound kept coming, something strange flashed through his dark eyes, Ye Chen tiptoed to the ground and fell forward.
Ye Chen's figure jumped into the end of the crowd like a ghost, looking around with a little doubt in his eyes!
Dead bodies were scattered all over the ground around the city gate, and bright red blood stains suddenly filled the area around the city gate. A large group of disheveled members of the Blood Sword Legion were in front of the city gate. It was a dark place. It was estimated that there were about three to four hundred people. And this group of menacing
The Blood Sword members were surrounded by several figures, and Ye Chen could vaguely see the two figures from behind.
"Miss Mu, you've been waiting for us to be our leader for a long time!" A tall and ferocious man with a ferocious face walked out of the leading Blood Sword member and smiled at the two figures.
The two figures were clearly Mu Chen and Mu Ye, whom they had not seen for several months. Their long hair was draped messily on their shoulders, and their worn military robes could not cover the sword marks all over their bodies.
Her pretty face turned pale, Mu Ye's clear eyes were full of despair, and she shouted weakly and hoarsely: "Brother Mu Chen, you'd better leave!"
He still had that resolute face, Mu Chen's eyes were full of determination, and his gaze was like a real sword gleaming coldly at the big men around him, and he said firmly: "Miss, it is my bounden duty to protect you. The master entrusted you to me back then.
When you are here, I swear that no one can take you away!"
Although the tone is calm, the determination contained in it can be felt even by ordinary people.
The big man at the head waved his hand extremely impatiently, and said to the two surrounding members: "Kill!"
It was just one word, but it revealed the murderous intention of the big man. Several big men jumped out from the crowd, holding giant swords and walking towards Muchen with sneers on their lips.
Every time he took a step, the auras of several big men of varying strength swept towards Mu Chen like a violent storm, washing away Mu Chen's slightly stout figure.
As if being forcibly pushed away, Mu Chen's body remained motionless, his feet left two inch-deep footprints on the ground, and he was pushed straight away several meters away.
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Regardless of the boundless momentum, Mu Chen suddenly took a few steps forward and stood in front of Mu Ye again, without saying a word.
Silence, sometimes better than words, can express determination and the determination to regard death as home.
Holding the sword in his right hand, Mu Chen slowly raised it and stabbed it out suddenly. The powerful momentum was also shaken in front of Mu Chen's sword.
The two big men sneered several times and drew their swords at the same time. The giant swords struck with a bang, blocking Mu Chen's attack.
Bang, bang, bang three flesh sounds, Mu Chen was hit by a sword on both shoulders and left cheek at the same time. His left face immediately became red and swollen, and his body involuntarily knelt down, making a dull impact sound with his knees on the ground.
His body continued to tremble, pain swept over him, and Mu Chen almost fainted.
"Brother Mu Chen, you'd better leave!" Mu Ye's pretty face turned pale, and her whole body was trembling, but the weakness in her body prevented her from moving at all.
However, the determination in Mu Chen's eyes remained undiminished, and he stood up unsteadily from the ground and struck several swords at the two of them again.
Two more sword shadows came down, and his knees hit the ground again. In addition to the left and right shoulders, the other right face was also hit by a sword. Like the left face, it became red and swollen, and blood spurted crazily along the shoulders.
The blood splashed out, and the blood on his forehead slowly dripped, drowning Mu Chen's sight. He turned around with difficulty, and there was a pretty shadow there...
With silent eyes, he suddenly jumped up from the ground again and wildly drew his sword at the two big men again.
The shadow of the sword filled the sky, he fell down and got up again, with silent resistance and persistence, the weakness in the joints of his legs, pain, and soreness went straight into his heart, his lips turned pale, and drops of sweat gradually covered Mu Chen's forehead, and then flowed down his forehead.
It slipped from the tip of his nose and his figure staggered. Mu Chen took a few steps back and fell down again...
Looking at Mu Ye with nostalgia, with a trace of reluctance, complicated, and the color of love is constantly changing.
There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of strength, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession, and decades of love are all revealed in one glance.
"Boy, I think you're not dead!" The two big men suddenly took a few steps forward, and the giant swords glowed with cold light and swept towards Muchen like poisonous snakes. The terrifying sword energy made the few girls present couldn't bear to see it.
A scene of blood and flesh flying, but at the moment when the giant sword was half a meter away from Mu Chen, the giant swords of the two big men shattered...
A look of horror flashed through the eyes of the two big men, and soon their heads slowly fell, and their blood spilled into the sky like a fountain.
"Does it feel good to draw a sword? Blood sword!" A gloomy voice like coming from hell slowly sounded in everyone's ears. It fell into everyone's ears like a biting cold wind blowing in winter, and they were soaked in cold sweat inadvertently.
Everyone's backs were looking for recognition, and looks of horror appeared on their faces.
The cold wind blew by, and the slender cloak slowly fell down. The long hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, and the silvery mask looked extremely eye-catching.
"Ming!" The silver mask, the seven-foot long sword, the young man in black robe, the memory is like the tender grass sprouting in the spring, slowly reviving in everyone's hearts, different expressions changing on different faces, until the end, the expression left behind