Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually rose, and long rainbows swept across the sky, falling next to Fatty Xiao and Zhang Ming.
"It's true that we are enemies on a narrow road!" Yan Chen sneered: "It's just right that we can deal with you all together, and we don't need to search for your traces throughout the Sword Tomb!"
When the sword light receded, it was revealed that these people were warriors from the Martial God Continent.
Dozens of spirit emperors, the surging wills in their bodies also gathered together to form a general trend to confront Yan Chen and others.
The majestic general trend blocked the progress of Yan Chen and others, but as Yan Chen fell step by step, the general trend collapsed again.
"Thirteen Spiritual Emperors!" Yan Chen raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Kill!"
The sound of cold shouts echoed out, and Yan Chen rushed forward first, no longer deliberately restraining his breath.
The longer it drags on, the less optimistic the situation becomes. There are more than just these warriors from the Martial God Continent in the ancient shore of the fifth-level sword tomb, and Yanchen uses the methods to defeat them one by one.
Fatty Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stepped forward. The Ao Shi Sword brought the sharp sword energy and swung it down, facing the smoke and dust.
Bang Bang! As the figure swayed, its two bright sword lights swayed in the void. Fatty Xiao relied on the will of the third generation Moon God. Although he was defeated by Yanchen, he still held it back tightly, unable to let it go past half a step.
"Damn little fat guy!" Yan Chen cursed. His majestic peak warrior of the first level of the Spirit Emperor was actually dragged down by a guy who had just stepped into the Spirit Emperor realm.
Chill emerged, Yan Chen stepped lightly, and quietly put away his sword. At the same time, he grabbed his left hand into the void, and endless snowflakes gathered towards his left arm.
The ice surges regularly, and its snow floes condense into crystal clear dragons.
"Go to hell! Little fat man!" Yan Chen shouted coldly, and swung his left arm down with the force of destroying the world, and nine dragons gathered at his fist.
The fist met the sword light that appeared through the air, and the nine dragons rolled out like lightning, and endless chill filled them.
Fatty Xiao smiled slightly, he could naturally see the terror of Yanchen's punch.
"Mirror image magic!" Fatty Xiao whispered, and his true body appeared dozens of feet away, avoiding Yanchen's terrifying punch.
The reflected shadow flew out, met the roaring nine dragons, and finally dissipated in the wind and snow.
Bang! Yan Chen's punch landed on the phantom, tearing Fatty Xiao's mirror image into pieces like a broken bamboo. Even so, anger surged on Yan Chen's face. The magical power he exerted with all his strength only destroyed a mirror phantom of the opponent.
Just a shadow.
This was completely played by Fatty Xiao in the palm of his hand. Yan Chen shouted coldly again: "Do it!"
As Yan Chen's words fell, the hell warriors behind him shot out one after another, and the sharp sword power once again enveloped the void within a radius of several hundred feet.
Within a hundred feet of void, the warriors from the Martial God Continent came out with swords in hand.
As soon as the battle was triggered, a torrent of sword energy surged. However, the warriors from the Martial God Continent were at a numerical disadvantage after all, and could only barely block the offensive of the hell warriors.
The petals were fluttering, Zhang Ming came out with a sword, and waved the long sword in his hand again.
Six Spiritual Emperors arrived, and their attacks came one after another. The sharp sword energy penetrated Zhang Ming's body from time to time, and blood arrows shot out, shooting out dozens of feet. Zhang Ming was always filled with a blood mist.
While the blood mist filled the air, Zhang Ming never stepped back. A sword and a flower blocked this watertight offensive.
Seeing this, Fatty Xiao looked a little solemn. He knew that Zhang Ming was at the end of his strength and could not hold on for long.
"Mysterious power of the mirror image of thousands of flowers!" Fatty Xiao whispered, his body running towards one place in vain, using the position where he was standing before as the origin, one after another figures emerged in all directions.
How could the smoke and dust make Fatty Xiao leave? He sneered and walked out. He took a few steps and swung his left arm down again. Nine dragons entangled his fists, destroying Fatty Xiao's mirror image like a destructive force.
Bang bang! There were dozens of mirror images in succession, and in just a blink of an eye, the smoke and dust flew in front of Fatty Xiao, cutting off Fatty Xiao's path.
The biting murderous intent flowed out of Fatty Xiao's eyes again. Fatty Xiao looked at Yanchen coldly and said coldly: "Do you really think I am helpless against you?"
"At least until this guy dies, you can't get rid of me!" Yan Chen chuckled and glanced coldly at the diffuse blood mist in the distance.
In the distance, Zhang Ming's situation was already in danger. At the same time, Young Master Su and others were once again surrounded. They didn't even have a chance to escape. They could only activate the Nine Heavens Hell Formation to resist the tidal wave of offensive.
"Let's go, I have no intention of stopping you, but I'm going to kill you, little fat man!" Yan Chen said calmly as he looked away.
After saying that, Yan Chen raised his left arm again, and its endless chill surged from the sky, and the snowflakes fell rapidly.
The snow was flying heavily and densely, covering the sky. The sky was darkened in vain, and its nine crystal clear dragons emerged from Yan Chen's fist again. Yan Chen waved his arms, and his figure stepped into the wind and snow.
The world was in chaos, and the flying snowflakes also covered up Fatty Xiao's figure. At the same time, Fatty Xiao's voice also floated in the wind and snow: "Supernatural power dominates the heaven and earth!"
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth condensed, and in this chaotic void, a bright sword light appeared through the sky, submerged in the wind and snow, a scream cut through the void, and a striking bloody light suddenly appeared.
This sudden scream shocked the surrounding hell warriors. It was the sound of smoke and dust.
Bang bang! A figure emerged from the wind and snow. At the same time, the wind and snow melted away silently, and the figure was just smoke and dust.
Yanchen covered his left shoulder with his right hand, and a striking sword mark appeared on his left shoulder. The flesh and blood were broken, and the white bones were looming.
The spiritual energy suppressed the wound, but the blood still spurted out. Yan Chen looked at the slightly fat figure in the distance with a somewhat horrified expression. He could not forget the terrifying sword light. At that moment, he
It even feels like facing heaven and earth.
With an extremely pale face, Fatty Xiao stood in the void holding a sword, and a hot feeling of moisture filled the palm of his right hand.
"It's still a bit forced!" Fatty Xiao's aura was a little weak. His Xiao family is a descendant of the third generation of Moon Gods, with the blood of the Moon Gods flowing in it. With the strength of the third generation of the Moon Gods, his magical powers are enough to be integrated into the blood.
Like Ye Shaohan, Fatty Xiao had also awakened three generations of bloodline, but he still had not fully mastered the magical power of his bloodline. As a result of this forced use, his soul was rebounded and his injuries were extremely serious.
Even so, Fatty Xiao's goal was achieved. Holding the sword, Fatty Xiao took a step forward, and his fierce momentum shredded the surrounding pressure and headed straight for Zhang Ming.
"Hundred Steps Lord!" Before the figure arrived, the sword in Fatty Xiao's hand came with a bang. In an instant, Fatty Xiao appeared next to Zhang Mingzhou, grabbed his World-Proud Sword, and swung the sword out, bringing out a series of terrifying waves.
Space wave.
The waves of space and the fierce sword energy were intertwined. When the void shattered, the sword energy appeared through the air and fell on the five Spirit Emperor realm warriors.
The five people retreated wildly, but their wills still locked Zhang Ming and Fatty Xiao tightly.
Seeing this, Yan Chen sneered, and his figure suddenly and silently ran towards Young Master Su and others in the distance.
In an instant, the figure of Yan Chen appeared in Young Master Su's sight. Young Master Su's expression changed and he shouted: "Operation at full power!"
The Nine Heavens Hell Formation can barely withstand the siege of several Spirit Emperor Realms, but with the addition of smoke and dust, it is in danger.
Both Zhang Ming and Xiao Fatty's expressions changed. They held their swords and wanted to retreat to help. However, how could the hell warrior let the two of them retreat so easily? Their fierce swords came out one after another, cutting off their path.
Stepping in the void, Yan Chen looked at the inverted Bagua array below with an indifferent expression, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the sword quietly appeared in his hand.
"Nine Heavens Hell Formation, today I will break through this formation!" He came out with his sword, his murderous intent filling Yan Chen's eyes, the cold wind blew across the sky, and heavy snow fell.
The flying snow flakes merged with the rules and will of the ice and transformed into pieces of ice blades, densely packed and covering the entire sky.
"Broken!" Yanchen stepped out, and the long sword in his hand suddenly swung down, stirring the dense ice blades around him. The ice blades condensed together to form a sword pillar reaching the sky.
As Yan Chen came out with a sword, its sky-reaching sword pillar carried the force of destruction and shot directly at the inverted Bagua, followed by ice blades that covered the sky and the earth with extremely powerful momentum.
With a solemn expression, Young Master Su Jian pointed, and its eight sword pillars emerged in different directions. The sword fingers were pulling, and the eight sword pillars supported the inverted Bagua like pillars. At the same time, Young Master Su Leng shouted: "Everyone, use all your strength.
Run!"
The sword pillar came with a sudden explosion, and the sword pillar reaching the sky slammed down on the inverted Bagua.
Boom! The sword pillar shattered, and cracks and even holes appeared on its inverted gossip.
The ice blades that rolled over the sky sank into the crack, and dozens of Spirit Master Realm warriors screamed out. Their ice blades appeared through the air, and passed through the bodies of the Spirit Master Realm warriors. The ice blades were filled with cold air.
All stained with scarlet blood.
Whoosh! The power contained in the ice blade directly lifted dozens of Spirit Master Realm warriors away. Their steps were disrupted, and the Nine Heavens Hell Formation collapsed.
Thousands of ice blades shot out of the air, drawing perfect arcs in the air. They contained the will of smoke and dust, and suddenly shot down on the broken Bagua. Bagua could no longer bear it and shattered into pieces.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surges.
With extremely ugly expressions, Young Master Su and several other Spiritual Emperors guarded Xiao Luoxue and others behind them. Without the Nine Heavens Hell Formation, they were completely exposed to Yanchen's offensive.
Thousands of ice blades arrived in an instant. Young Master Su Nian's pupils shrank, and his body shot out like a rainbow, rushing towards the gossip that rolled back. At the same time, a mysterious mark was formed on his left hand, and the sword pointed quickly.
He struck the void eight times: "Qiankun Kanli Zhengen Xundui!" His terrifying will surged out, covering a distance of hundreds of feet. From a distance, several crisp sword chants suddenly appeared in the void.
With a sound, eight sword pillars reaching the sky emerged.